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11-22-2013, 04:20 PM
Sweat clung to the valleys of her naked neck, pooling downward on the messy patch of pink that covered her chest. It glinted on her flanks, and down the sides of curved cheek bones. When the sun had began to lighten the world the red maned had began to take up a quick three-beated gate to make it to the meadow.
The arrival of dawn had a chilly air, and she could feel it caressing her new skin, open to the elements. No longer did she have a plain charcoal coat. Now there were patches of pink, and light silver adorning her legs, barrel, chest and throat without any thread of hair. She looked like burned victim now on the road to recovery. That's because she was. She only wished she could have explained to Onni it was of her own foolish doing. Too late now. Here she was, ears stretched for the river's voice knowing she had many more miles ahead of her.
The warmness of her rampant breaths shot from nostrils, and her heart vigorously twisted, pumping hot blood to work against the cold. Against the lonely road. It was getting late in the season of Tallsun, and she was a little worried in this condition she could catch cold. It was why she had not gone too far in the night after leaving the Throat, and the fact she barely had energy to leave the wall. Secretly, she was still trying to deal with her strange transformation. Where she didn't quite feel as hopeless, and forsaken. The river's voice became clear, and needing a drink she headed down the steady bank, reaching for the sweet water.
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