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The iron lady knew when a storm was approaching; she revelled in them, and followed them like a loyal dog. This afternoon was no different, and Nyx felt her fur bristle in anticipation as static electricity seared through the air, promising thunder. As wild and free as the wind, Nyx had immediately moved outside the glass perimeter of the World's Edge, seeking to meet the storm head-on without the protection of the unnatural border. She passed easily through the gap in the wall, having long since memorised where it was in relation to the landmarks around it, and the world before her blended into sharp focus now it was free from the glass distortion. It did not take the girl long to realise she was not alone, and instantly grew tense - she had learnt many years ago not to trust strangers, especially those mooching around a herd's borders without entering. She approached the young stallion warily, noting that he was nearing manhood and thus had likely been recently chased from his herd, as Nyx's sons had been. She felt a stab of pity for him, and wondered if he felt lonely. Perhaps he was seeking companionship here? Or perhaps Nyx was not as perceptive as she liked to believe, and he was simply a rogue colt exploring the world around him. "hello there, little one. there's a storm coming - you should seek shelter." She knew others were not as fond of storms as she was, and could grow spooked by the eerie noises and flashes; Nyx did not want her conscience tarnished by the image of the boy getting disorientated and braining himself on the glass wall. Her body language was relaxed, yet her muscles were bunched and prepared for action should this youth show hostile intentions. She had heard the tales, and knew that the unicorns of Helovia held a bad reputation. _____________________ OOC: I apologise in advance for how sucky I'll likely be at this xP Words: 315 |
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