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12-21-2013, 02:18 AM
(This post was last modified: 12-21-2013, 02:18 AM by Satanic Silk.)
@[Seele]
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The stallion arrived on the borders of the marshes, and he stopped at the edge of the murky waters. The morning sun was rising, and the soft tinges of color breached the sky, falling down upon his skull and the waters. Though the water was unpleasant to look at, it still reflected back at him, and the altered colors shone in his eyes. He lowered his head to the discolored liquid and snuffled at it, nostrils flaring loudly. He pinned his ears back, unsure of what to make of the marsh. He had never encountered such a landscape before. As he raised his head his silvery mane fell over his bloody red orbs. On impulse he let out a shrill neigh, and heard nothing. The marsh seemed to absorb the noise, and nothing returned his call. It was unsettling, and Silk decided it was wiser to not move an inch. Except - he lifted a hoof and dipped it in the murk. The ripple continued outward, hitting the bits of earth that rose above. What made his hair stand on edge, however, was that the ripple continued after the land, where there should have been no continuation. He knew for certain then that the marsh could not be trusted. As the sun rose, he wondered if it would illuminate a path. However, he still did not care to trust that tentative relationship. Until proven that there was something safe about this area, he would stay on the safe side and prevent himself from being eaten alive by the marsh. |
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Plot Thread
*You may do anything you wish with Silk excluding dismemberment and death.
