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07-20-2013, 04:15 PM
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| The forest had barely found change in her time in the new land. The newest - yet more vague to the mare - retained the pitch-black sky with the sparkling lights resting there along with the moon. While she was still a new recruit amongst her new herd, she had yet to find someone to interact without feeling so afraid. The snow failed to intimidate her now, but it did not conceal the same discomfort she had felt before. Frostfall had found its way to be one of her least favorite seasons. It did not help she had to return and remain in the temperature for who knew how long. She moved across the terrain and continued to do so until she could smell the stench of fear she had carried for the longest time. She frowned; clearly unimpressed with her nature. Impressions were one she wished to maintain a decent reputation of. She shivered at the thought of spilling the wrong words or appearing like a fool enough a part of her - a mental thought - curled its lips into a sneer. The pinto had to control herself and breathed deeply before she realized she had stopped and started walking and transitioned into a trot as instructed to maintain warmth. Movement kept a horse warm, she reminded herself. Her two-colored eyes darkened at the white blur in the distance. It meant plenty of choices and ideas as she questioned what and who it could be doing alone. There was no heartless thought swelling in her chest as she understood where the other likely may have been coming from, but she froze; wondering if this was leader of another herd. Thoughts went into a flurry of how to respond to any situation. Another horse. Florabella was curious now. It wasn’t a one-horn horse, but he appeared to be the same race as her. She maintained her distance, just in case, but she only approached slowly and carefully. She tilted her head. "Um, hi." She whispered timidly. Her head and neck lowered nervously, expecting some form of outburst or intimidation habitually. Words: 352 Tag(s): @[Merrikh] Comments: Boss asks, boss receives. I'm sorry if Flora seems a little awkward and depressing. We're both newbies at recruiting, too. D: |
