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[FAUKS.]

f a u k s,
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The clatter of pebbles hitting against each other and skittering down the rocky surfaces mixed into the sounds of the ocean waves crashing over the sand below. A heavy mist hung in the air and the rocks were damp, making them a little more slippery than Fauks would have liked them to be. Luckily her cloven daggers allowed her a better grip so she could scale the steep mound of rocks easier than most others with a single rounded hoof.

And if our final day has come,

She was scaling down from the cliff over-look where Lesangre began, over-looking the sea. She’d stumbled upon the battle grounds while wandering. Luckily for her there hadn’t been anyone there. Due to the absence she was able to stand at the edge and over look the raging sea below. She’d waited until the tide went out before deciding to descend the rocky cliff to reach the sandy beach. The whole area seemed to lifeless. There was nothing but stone and water. Not to mention the lack of color. All dull tans and grays and blues. Of course Fauks was not one to complain of lack of color. She herself consisted of no colors other than black and silver. But at least her colors weren’t quite so depressing, right? Come to think of it, this was when foals were being born. Shouldn’t the world be a bit happier?

Let's pretend to carry on,

She reached a point in the cliff where she could jump to the beach below with little trouble. She didn’t have much of a choice anyway. The water had worn the cliff completely smooth from countless years of pounding against it, ruthlessly eroding it away. But that was nature. She held no mercy, even for the living things.

And if the end has now begun,

The black mare positioned her slender and leggy figure into a straighter position, pebbles falling from the cliff to the wet sand below. Then she grunted, throwing herself from the cliff. Her body stretched out, making her seemed even more slender before she coiled up again, her hooves hitting the sand. She felt the jolt in her bones, her muscles bunching to absorb the shock of the impact as she staggered a few steps before regaining herself. She flipped her dome back to look up at the cliff. Hmph. That was higher than I thought it was. she thought, flicking her tail at is and carrying off at a lazy trot. Her silver mane was torn between sticking to her black furred neck from dampness due to the mist, and blowing softly in the ocean breeze. Her tail had seemed to of made up it’s mind to sway with her steps and the breeze. Her long, icy horn extended some two feet in front of her forehead, the mist that normally seeped from it lost in the same mist around her. The light dappling that found itself planting on her legs and stomach paled compared to the bright silver zebra stripes over her knees and hocks.

Live on, live on, live on.

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