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05-19-2013, 03:51 PM
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..thinking of shattered dreams A spotted figure slipped out from the shadows. Tinted hooves step lightly across the littered forest floor. An elegant creature strolls through, eyes taking in the scene. Lusana walked quietly in the threshold. It was not that long ago that she herself was here, scared and lonely. Two..no three seasons ago perhaps? And look at her now, proud member of the Throat. She loved her home, yet this place holds a special place in her heart. Is that what draws her to this place now? Lusana mused to herself. Perhaps the memory itself, still fresh in her mind, leads her back. She slowly traversed the grounds, reveling in the orange moon scenery. A small noise coming from some nearby foliage caught her attention. The rain pattered against her smooth pelt as Lusana sidled closer for a better view. Almost immediately she caught sight of the broken wing, so much like her own appendages. A view at a better angle revealed a horse, standing there and shivering, with wings and a... Horn. A hybrid? Lusana stared, a bit confused. But her confusion eventually wore off and she found the courage to speak."Who are you?" She asked softly. are you alright? Does that wing hurt? she stepped slightly closer to the colt. would you like some help?" She opened her wings slightly, as a welcoming gesture and to create a small space sheltered from the wind. If the horse was as badly hurt as she judged to be, then a break from the weather will be welcoming, she thought.Her eyes were full of passionate pity as she waited for a reply. |
