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| DeeperMadness #1187930 3 months ago |
The artist's name is rather deceiving, considering the picture he's produced. |
| Anonymous #1187940 3 months ago |
i'd say she's pretty fine
for an equine |
| ProfessorOfHoers #1188103 3 months ago |
I love you Celestia. |
| Celestias_Servant #1188277 3 months ago |
Instant fave. |
| TheAntiCat #1188962 3 months ago |
Oh my Celestia! |
| EricNeoMatrix #1189398 3 months ago |
Awesome picture is awesome |
| Impious #1189732 3 months ago |
The levels of gusta I am exhibiting are immeasurable. |
| Essy #1191754 3 months ago |
Oh my, so much beautiful mane and tail. I want to brush it all. |
| Anonymous #1196070 3 months ago |
That night as you drift off into a Deep Sleep, a strange sight unveils itself before you, the first thing that registers is the glow from a fire-place on the other side of the room. As your eyes and mind work together to process what is before you, you become aware of the presence of your body. In the same moment, another light illuminates the room, as what you are looking at is comprehended. You are surprised on multiple levels; before you, in the center of the room is an incredible creature, ancient and possessing of a quite Power and Symbolism: Partly due to the form but also due to the presence that the form possesses. She lays upon a round, thick pile carpet of decadent and exquisite manufacture, surrounded by round cushions. She captures your attention, not only because she is there but the recognition that occurs within' you. Ephemeral yet the affect it has on you is so profound, an equine form yet somehow more refined: Gilded with Power and Strength yet so Beautiful and strangely delicate. Her countenance bearing Wisdom and Intelligence beyond Human abilities, She is of a Primal Wisdom and Intelligence. The kind of higher Power that simply exists to radiate a Love so infinite and deep and Pure: That there is nothing you could ever do to cause it to despise or condemn you. All Beings feel an instinctive kin-ship with the force She represents; we are all part of it. Even though separate from it due to our base Natures, this is the being that you perceive before you. Somehow, it makes perfect sense that the form this Power would choose to take is that of an Equine. Yet calling her an Equine is like simply describing a Red-Wood as a tall Tree. Equines do not have magnificent wings of the purest white of New-fallen snow, almost blending into the color of her coat. Nor do they have manes and tails that flow out from their bodies in scintillating, ethereal colors like a vision of the Aurora crafted in strands of silk. Finally, Equines do not normally write on parchments using a quill, apparently held by the same magical force emanating from the Horn in center of Her forehead. A Horn with the graceful perfection of a tapering Sea-shell that shimmers and radiates with a light that looks as though it may have come from a Nebula cloud. Mirrored and amplified in some subtle way by Her eyes, eyes that are now focused on you; you barely register the Quill enveloped by that Nebulous light as it floats away to rest in an Ink-well. The Parchment floating up and rolling itself into a scroll as it is bound and sealed. Those Eyes look into you with a gaze that is filled with such a weight of Love and Acceptance that you feel it in your Chest. She speaks and the sound leaves you reeling, it is indescribable, as if someone were able to take the feeling of being embraced by your True Soul-Mate and condense it into sound. It's something you'd been waiting to hear your entire life and yet you'd never known you'd been waiting until now. "Welcome Honored Human." Now she smiles and it is almost too much, this comparatively simple gesture shows the subtle difference between this Goddess and common Equines: Almost as much if not more then Her Marvelous Wings and Horn and the fact that She can speak with a voice stolen from the Sirens. It's confident, yet the way Her lips slowly slowly flow into it . . . You can't believe it but it looks almost as if She is nervous. The possibility amazes you, this Divine being with such confidence and bearing in Her voice is capable of feeling Nervous? How could that be possible and why? She titters now and the sound is as sweet as flowing Water after a day in the Heat of the Summer Sun. "Are you going to stand there with your Mouth open like a Statue? Or will you come and sit with me and hear what I have to say?" What needs to be overcome, is not your own sense of disbelief, nor are you afraid in Her Presence: Rather, you are suddenly keenly aware of what you are and the feelings that she awakens within' you, you look down at your legs, which feel as if they are encased in Lead. How could you approach something so Beautiful and Perfect? She asked you too and as you look back up, oh, how one of Her eyebrows raises ever so coquettishly and with such gentle amusement. You look back down at your feet and your Brain manages to process the Neural impulses required to move your right-foot forward in a single step. You walk forward and almost miss the cushion that you intend to sit on. There is no question that this is real somehow, the Being before you is unbelievable but more real than anyone or anything you have ever seen before. "Thank you." She says with genuine gratitude that fills your Heart. "That took courage for you, I could see it."
End of Part 1 |
| Anonymous #1404354 2 months ago |
^Well that was certainly a thing. |