Menewsha Avatar Community - Roleplay Post (Critique)

Rotting trees smelling of dead bark grasped out to grab the next moving life form. Moss clung to the decaying bark like leeches to human flesh. The dead grass beneath cracked, its fragile hold breaking at even the gust of wind. Leaves drifted to the ground, lifeless as a corpse. Once dancing flowers had withered to an ugly shriveled crisp. Rocks jutted out from beneath the soil in a deathlike manner, ready to stab anything that tread upon its pointed tip. The trees only thickened as one were to venture deeper before a sudden drop off appeared from thin air, one might fall to their death if not careful. For a sheer drop awaited any of the unaware and clumsy footed. That would be if one could make it this deep within this forest, for its creatures deadly and its odor simply horrifying, which also considered if one dared enter such a hellish place, for who in their right mind would have any wish to do such a thing. The only water being that of a hunter green and crawling with bugs, some of which seemed to have no name for they were unlike many of which one might usually see. If one was so parched as to drink from this place, they must be careful, for even the water held dangers. Behind the drowning trees that screamed in agony, hid monsters so green they blend with the water, on the prowl for any so dumb to drink from their domain. For certain death would be awaited for any who was not cautious and of the weary mind. Although one must hold in mind that dangers hid everywhere, and within this place more so then before. For this was no heaven, in fact one might consider this Hell on Earth, for it was a highly possible thought, for such a place could only be created by Satan himself. Not a place for the faint hearted.

Yet so many dangers lurked on the land, wolves, foxes and one might come across a badger or two. Minding the fact that some creatures that call this Hell home had rabies, but why couldn't they, look around where they live and see what isn't horrible. No, this is a place of torture and pain. No soul that enters went out without a mark whether physical or mental. But this place, is none the less a place that creatures of darkness call home and prefer it in such a way. But that is how they live, they live, breathe and crave the dark, they wish for the torture and pain this place brings them, for what? Well none but the inhabitants themselves can answer such a question. For it is all a matter of opinion, is it not. The slightest breeze and you could become the next meal on say a wolves plate. For if one thought of it in a way, every step you take makes you more of a murderer, maybe not to a living, breathing animal, but to nature. For every step crushes the fragile grass beneath, as does the wind itself. But so it seems Mother Nature intends this place to be fashioned in such a way, and who dares defy the will of Mother Nature? Not I. For none can control the will of her, she is but the mighty God herself, or so one might say. What point is there to complain but not to accept life as it comes and in this place it has been given the fate to rot into a living Hell for all who enter. So why would one enter such a place? Curiosity maybe? One say not to tell me that they enter by will, or rather is one dared to enter this Hell, in high hopes that one will never return. Maybe a foolish foal who considers themselves brave enough to enter and make it out, alive that is.

Still, every step she took was not that of a dare or stupidity, but that of will. This place was nothing but a forest to her. Then again this was Asisxeryl and this soul was used to it by now. So why should she really care if the branches clawed at her pelt of ebon hue. Pillars carried her deeper within, following the ragged outline of the drop off with steps slightly collected. Every step sent rocks tumbling to a void below, never to see daylight again. For a slight veil filtered in between the thick overlapping tree branches. She paid little mind to this as yet again the jagged rocks veered sharply and unexpectedly to the left. Much of the ledge gave way sending boulders tumbling down, though no sound was heard as they disappeared into the darkness. The clouds above were dark with depression and the sky mourned. The drops falling like the tears of an angel. The mud dripped over the cliff, the high viscosity level slowing it down as if it were on slow motion. The soft sound of hooves against mud mingled with the noise of rain pounding the ground as if in effort to drown out the world. Clouds parted and not a single shard or shatter or light appeared, all was dark. Steps became slightly cautious though did not slow this equine down. The vixen continued on her way as if nothing was wrong with the scenario. In time the cliff spread out into the thickest part of the forest. Pillars brushed through the bracken with ease, crumbling all that stood in her way, or came in contact, for its fragile state was easily broken to a dead state. Obliterated and never to exist again, such a sad thing isn't it?

The drop off eventually split itself into an open field, leaving the dark and dhal shadows behind and slowly presenting itself to be an almost peaceful glebe, but was not. Though indeed more peaceful then the Hell that was recently passed by. None the less. An eruption of birds fluttered off into the sky as a figure appeared from within the pine forest. The rapids making a cracking noise and a rumble came and growled as if waiting for it to make another sound again but it didn't, the creature stood on the muddy banks of the river as rays of sunlight filtered through the overlapping branches of dense evergreens crowding close to the stricken stream it looked towards the shaded forest that was nearly devoid of undergrowth, but many of the trees were no longer upright a few had fallen to the ground and some on awkward angles supported by neighbors still firmly anchored, beyond the jumble of trees the boreal was dark and more inviting then the brush upstream the damp forest and conifers succumbed to the quaking earth lay protrate on the ground. Ripples of water stretched out as two pillars planted themselves within the current. Water swirled around diamond hard daggers as the current remained disrupted. The disruption ended as daggers disappeared from within the liquid. The flow resumed it usual pace, like a carousel and it had just sprung back into action after a slight breakdown, but the repairman had come and did his job.

I should talk more about how this fae feels about the world. In the end it wont matter, so why should this essa care about what she did. She could jump right now, commit suicide. But she was not such an idiot and would do no such thing. Hell, who would. Why waste your life, would that not mean that your nothing but a nutcase, maybe insane for jumping. Or that was how she felt about the situation anyways. How she felt didn’t necessarily reflect those of others. Time was a valuable thing, your time on Earth was short. Though she refused to admit life was short, for nothing is longer then life and therefore makes it rather long in a way. Now in her opinion, many wasted their life away, and some even wasted their life trying to say become Queen. Now in Asisxeryl’s opinion ranks, were only titles, indeed like labels, but no equine was a soup can and therefore should not be labeled. None the less it gave a power yes, but that was only because others choose to obey. No law said they had to though many stallions punished mares for disobeying. But she thought that was rather stupid in a way, all had a mind of ones own and could therefore make ones own choices in life. But once again that was her own opinion which was how she felt and thought about the coming and goings around her, and her opinion changed very little in the world they called their own. And would therefore refrain from interfering with life’s ways.

I now fear that we must catch up with my dear Asisxeryl for within her thoughts she has done much. The air, no longer tainted by death has cleared and given view to a whole new scene before her very eyes. A new land unfolded, it had taken only time to reach this place. But yet it was familiar, not to say she hadn’t been here once or twice before. None the less, she was no longer alone on this journey, another equine had long joined her by now and both moved on in silence. But I must describe her partner for if I don’t nothing wonderful will come of this post. For her companion was molded in Thoroughbred form and painted that of chocolate hazelnut. Both walked forth and an almost friendly aura surrounded the two. So maybe, it was a possibility that they knew each other? Well that is not a trick question for my dear Asisxeryl does happen to know this hellion, he be cursed that of Metamorphosis and is nothing but an adoptive brother and a dear friend to Asisxeryl. Now whether adoptive or not, they are most protective of one and other and one should not dare insult one, for the other would surely react, and in not that of a friendly manner. More or less a harsh and cold response followed by brutal and angry remarks. But no less can be expected from my dear Asisxeryl for that is her nature of things and how she accepts the world to be. None can change that, for indeed she can think for herself and will therefore do so. Which brings me back to the earlier comment that her thoughts do not reflect those of any other. But yet again I will repeat, that is the way she thinks, acts and feels and so why should any other be allowed access to change her. Well there seems to be no good reason for it. Manipulation maybe?

Well to learn about Metamorphosis one must know Asisxeryl’s history. For she grew up, quite normal yet all stories have their quirks. I speak of three siblings, Lyrexsisa, Asisxeryl, Metamorphosis. Although yes Metamorphosis was adopted but we shall call him a brother for he was considered one. To understand Asisxeryl’s history one must also take into account that my dear fae was not always so bitter. It be a simple story, one of growing up and learning all the things her parents wouldn’t say. Of trusting, and learning to trust again. A history of accusation, exiled and wandering. Which is a great part of what made Asisxeryl who she is today. For being accused and being innocent, for being exiled had forced her to create a barrier against the world in effort to keep herself self, to keep her mind in the state it should. But who really cared about Asisxeryl? Not many, for indeed many seemed to take it into their own personal care and make it their mission to torment this soul yet to no prevail. They can hate, complain and accuse but what matters most to dear Asisxeryl is only but the thoughts of those close to her, which dare I say is few. Though such a thing as peer pressure is alive and does happen to affect many, personally Asisxeryl felt it rarely. To say the least she cared not what everyone else thought about her, and in the same breath she could care less what they said about her. Why? And allow them a victory, only caused by the grief that they tried to inflict upon her? Give them the satisfaction that they wanted? She thought not.