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10-16-2012, 06:48 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-16-2012, 06:49 PM by Random Event.)
A crimson shadow in the mist stepped forth, cloven hooves sinking in the quickening mud. Dense fog sat heavily upon her nostrils, encasing her lungs with the thick air and compressing tightly. She hated this place, and she swished her tail around her hocks in anxious agitation. Sweat clung to her sides in greasy coils, and the chill of winter rose steam from her heaving ribs. This place was the definition of misery. No other scent apart from murk and decomposition filtered through her untrained nostrils, and she stalked forward, hooves squishing angrily against unsteady earth.
Did something move in the distance? Eyes narrowed carefully to the horizon, and nothing but obscure shadows and a swirling vein met her conscious. This swamp would be the death of her. A groaning sound began to rattle the earth beneath her toes, and she was caught off balance by the sudden disappearance of a root that had once held up the loosely packed dirt of the swamp. The mare's right foreleg slid deep down, murk capturing her forehand to her chest. Panic escaped her lips, and she noticed movement in her periphery.
The trees were falling! And they would fall right on her. She struggled to loose her captured limb and stumbled forward when it released with a loud smack. Hind legs scrambled with lack of purchase. The mare slid, one tree aiming to fall directly upon her slim figure. With a growl of anger and fright, she closed her eyes, sending a scythe of fire directly through a massive trunk. The two halves of the tree fell to either side of her, and she exhaled adrenalin. She moved to her hooves and shuddered, looking around for whatever demonic Puck had so mischievously tried to end her existence.
She wondered if someone had found her by sight or sound? A clever mind began to unravel the fibers of this mystery, and she dropped to her knees, rolling to cover her body in the thick, murky mud. Like a wraith, she backed into the shadows of the swamp, awaiting the monster who wished her dead.
[352 words :: Used fire magic to cut a tree in half then rolled in the mud to camouflage her body and in the process, unknowingly hide her scent ]
