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10-22-2013, 11:31 AM
His sister's appearance had made a big impression on Azarel, and he didn't know how to feel. Destry had been the most beautiful filly except Mama that he had ever seen. Her cream locks with bloody tips that fell gracefully over her black face and neck, the red constellations on her hide that glimmered and sparkled in the sunlight, and her wings... Her big, black wings with the red stars covering the outer side. But Destry's most beautiful feature was probably her eyes. Two sparkling rubies with a streak of sapphire in each. The colt sighed and shook his head violently. He wouldn't think of his newfound sister like that. It wasn't fitting and Mama would probably say no anyways. He raised his head and observed the terrain around him. Where was he? He had gone from the meadow to here, with no one following him. Azarel turned his head and looked behind him. Nope, no one. He turned his head forward again and flicked his ears constantly, searching for any sounds. This place had a creepy tune to it. The trees looked like they were dead, and the lake in front of him was smooth to the surface. It wasn't Blue, like the ocean he had played in with Abishia. This was greenish looking, with a sickly brown tint. And he would not play in it, that's for sure. Azarel laid back his ears against his neck and looked over the lake. It was almost time for the sun to set, and the colt saw it lower on the summer sky. He was brave. He could be here. He wasn't afraid. Or was he? He tried to think of his Mama and Papa, as well as his sister and little Fluffy. They were okay, and so was he. Aza was pretty brave for a 3 month old colt, anyways. A stick snapped behind him and he turned his whole body quickly, staring into the woods. "Who's there?" He tried to sound brave, but he thought he failed rather badly at it. Aza's gaze lowered to the ground and he saw a hare who just sat there, staring at him. Seconds later, it ran off with an amazing speed. "Hey wait! I don't want to be alone..." He whispered, turning his head and looking around. This place was scary, even for a brave colt. But what scared him even more was: Would anyone answer his question? If so, who? "Talking wisely." ooc: .___. word count: 409 tags: @[Circuta] original coding by Neo Drawing made by Sei Credits |
