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The air was still chill, but it was much warmer than it had been on her trek so far. She knew it was Tallsun, the season of warmth and brilliance, but the mountains of her home and the surrounding areas were locked in a perpetual winter. It kept her fur darker than it would appear had she lived anywhere else. The smokey black appreciated that, her inky darkness unfading in the lands of the Basin. She remembered her first Tallsun when she had bleached out to an almost brown--she looked more like her father than herself and she did not like it one bit. Her and her brother, Sacre, were graced with pelts of night, and--for Aviya at least--it represented something dark and malicious within the beating heart.
The mountains that reached towards the sky towered above her, the snow diminishing and cold stone showing through. The mountains had always been a symbol of strength in the filly's mind, and she imagined Mauja and d'Artagnan much like mountains--until they decided to flee. Part of her was disgusted that the once-king had decided to leave, part of her felt sad he could not find a place among them after their defeat and thwart from the Qian War. On the other hand, anger rippled across her chest and clawed her innards with her father leaving them. She was angry at the blood bay just as she was with the herd and with the Edge. It had not been soley her father's decision to leave--no--he had been pushed out by the ungrateful leaders and members of their herd. It pissed off the dark princess so greatly that here she was, standing at the foot of the mountain, with tears stinging her eyes and legs shaking.
She wanted to scream, wanted to hurt something, wanted to kill. She had never felt this sort of anger before, this sort of burning desire and intensity that shook her entire being. A V I Y A
we're in the ring and we're coming for blood |
This is where Aviya is if my description is not good enough ^^
