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*She took a deep breath in as the mare touch her, as if she expected it to hurt. When was the last time anyone touched other then to hit her, she couldn’t even remember a time. So it took her a while to get completely comfortable enough too gently stroke the mare’s nose. Muscles still tense.*
"Where am I vanishing into?"
Into a clam, quietly sleeping in the sea?
Last night's dream, I dreamt an unbelievably real one.
I'm just sleeping...
Town beyond the boundless horizon, nobody seems to be there.
Only the moon shines, and her light creates shadows.
Imagination, like illusions, starts overwhelming the town.
Holding inconsistency, wasted sense of value,
penetrates into the ground's surface so, so deeply.
"Where am I vanishing into?"
Truly, into a dark, calm layer.
But, wind, don't stop blowing yet.
Yeah, wind, don't stop blowing yet.
Gentleman with a rich chest living in an east mountain,
crowd of ladies wasting time for nothing.
Children creating a perfect evil, like a genius does,
river forms a flow but never needs water.
Purple time turns everything into the truth,
mysterious rumors floating in the skies.
Group of information creeping on the ground filled with noise.
Memories of a story that was never born.
Holding inconsistency, wasted sense of value,
penetrates into the ground's surface so, so deeply.
"Where am I vanishing into?"
Truly, into a dark, calm, layer.
But, wind, don't stop blowing yet.
Yeah, wind, don't stop blowing yet.
"What's he seeking?" "What does she understand?"
"You love me?" "I sure do, honey."
Satisfaction constantly creates loose portrayal.
A lake filled with mystery but not leading to the sea.
Thousands of molecules slash the darkness while giving ultrarapid lights.
"Who knew it?" "Everyone owns it in common."
Unnatural body and unconsciously developed technologies called "indifference".
Value of enormous intelligence named "ignorance" is disregarded...
But, wind, don't stop blowing yet.
Yeah, wind, don't stop blowing yet...
Name: Malaya
Nickname: Mal
Age: 17 or 18
Gender: Female
Family: Caethes (half sister) Briseis (5 year old daughter) Caliban (3 year old son) Kamilah (2 year old daughter) Kamaria (2 year old daughter)
‘Species’ Mage (runaway slave)
Owner: Unknown
Powers: she doesn’t know them, would need to be taught
Appearance: Shoulder length red hair, fair skin. Light blue eyes. Scars and bruises mark her body. Dark blue eyes. Petite, appears younger then she is due to her size and weight. She is underweight, malnourished.
Personality: Very quite, submissive type. Very hard to tell what her real personality is due to the fact she constantly hides it. Once you get her open up she is very friendly. Extremely loyal to those she cares for, but she is very distrustful, once you gain her trust she is easy going and friendly. She loves horses, and animals of any type. She just has always been good with them though she doesn’t know why.
Past: She was born into the slave trade, trained from birth she was molded into the perfect ‘slave’ her bloodlines were strong, at age 12 she was turned into a ‘breeder’ for the line. Used as one would use a prize show animal, used her for show, and to spread the lines. She had three children this way and lost the last one through miscarriage. All of her children were taken from her. she probably wouldn’t be able to recognize any of them.
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This is what it sounds like
When doves cry
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