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01-05-2014, 03:22 PM
It was unknown what had brought her to the Forest, but she had defiently ended up here. Her dainty hooves sink into the thick coating of pine needles that covers the soil. Her each step causesa echo of thumping, an eerie noise. Ahead of her, a translucent butterfly. The soul fluttering and dancing about, not effected by the small, cold breeze. The breeze causes her long tail to tangle around her hhocks and annoyingly wrap around her corner band, but by now she is used to it. Her long pillars that where once slim, are becoming lined with toned muscles. With every step, defined features work together to protray a portrait of beauty and swiftness; all of them working together to make the beautiful figure of Abishia.
To her, the forest is empty. She frolicks for the first time, playing as if she really was a foal; an escape from her mature mind and personality. She chases imaginary enimes, real leaves, translucent birds and butterflies. For once she endures fun, and joy. A large smile is smeared across her kissers, the corners of her lips curled up. Giggles escape her every once and a while as she trots around, her tail raised high and her feet raising up high into a prance. Before she knows it, she stumbles across a friendly looking duo. A Stallion and a mare. With a light smile, she re ongnizes the brute as the kind Arrane, who had invited her to the foothills. She hadn't visited the Foothills yet, but expected to soon. Giggling, she announced herself.
" Greetings! Arrane, pleased to see you again, friend! "
Her voice was soft, flowing like the wind. Rimmed with happiness, she could hardly contain her giggles. Why so happy, you ask? No particular reason. You could call her a physco, yes, because in some matters, she really is. One moment knee deep in horrorific thoughts, the next cloaked in happiness. But, she really was happy to see the kind Stallion Arrane, who had offered his home to her. She still wasn't sure if she would accept that offer...
@[Arrane] @[Tatum]
To her, the forest is empty. She frolicks for the first time, playing as if she really was a foal; an escape from her mature mind and personality. She chases imaginary enimes, real leaves, translucent birds and butterflies. For once she endures fun, and joy. A large smile is smeared across her kissers, the corners of her lips curled up. Giggles escape her every once and a while as she trots around, her tail raised high and her feet raising up high into a prance. Before she knows it, she stumbles across a friendly looking duo. A Stallion and a mare. With a light smile, she re ongnizes the brute as the kind Arrane, who had invited her to the foothills. She hadn't visited the Foothills yet, but expected to soon. Giggling, she announced herself.
" Greetings! Arrane, pleased to see you again, friend! "
Her voice was soft, flowing like the wind. Rimmed with happiness, she could hardly contain her giggles. Why so happy, you ask? No particular reason. You could call her a physco, yes, because in some matters, she really is. One moment knee deep in horrorific thoughts, the next cloaked in happiness. But, she really was happy to see the kind Stallion Arrane, who had offered his home to her. She still wasn't sure if she would accept that offer...
@[Arrane] @[Tatum]
