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12-26-2013, 08:07 PM
Autumnal gusts steadily hug thistle heads as the moon blinks between misting clouds. The world willfully grows colder as Orangemoon begins to pulse. Treetops sit like an eternal flame, taking the misty weather without a sizzling complaint. It's quietly serene. With distance like the moon of autumn to Earth, Feuille moves again, finding the fire-rise woodlands to contain her in their dusky grasp. She finds that the Thistle Meadow isn't much more appealing, as the soggy footing claims the cleanliness of her socks and mud seeps into her thickening coat and squelches as her lithe gait continues. But yet again solitude claims her while darkness encases Helovia. Feuille finds her golden rings clinking in her ears as the wind catches in their loops and her tail follows from between her legs. Her mane dances with the moonlit grasses. She hums, with her delicate soprano as words of no meaning float from sugar-white lips. Orange eyes linger out into the darkness, glazing over as her pupils widen to catch silver light on the grass tips. Perhaps it is better that she let her legs take her. Perhaps it's all she knows to do. She adapts to the beads of water on her eyelashes, finding aquatic solace in their cool grip. She breathes in the night's humidity, feeling the heaviness of raindrops in her chest. Feuille moves more and more slowly, finding the dense forest lost in burning thoughts. Orange eyes, wet with dewy rain watch out ahead and she quietly moves. But one glassy flick reveals the glow of silvery strands and the dim outline of dripping horns. The lithe mare halts, tail lifting in the twilight breeze, ears pricking upwards – earrings softly clattering in the night. She inhales by instinct, smelling the faint tastes of ancient unicorn coated by heavy rainwater. Feuille approaches, the withered grass soggily sounding beneath her feet. She features a soft wicker, voice somehow carrying through the patter of rainfall. She aims to step into the mare's sight from behind, tossing her wet forelock all the while, a smile brightening her moonlit face. Feuille |
