| Hidden Account |
| Mare :: Equine :: 16 HH :: 5 years ~ Birdsong Buff: NOVICE |
| Wild. |
The Thresh calls to her again, an invisible hook latching to her and pulling her in. The Threshold gives her closure and helps her cope with the constant battle that plays inside her mind. The constant rush of thoughts that plague her mind and pull her every which way. Her kind voice and smile are simply to cover up her internal sadness.
She walks on, the film of horror playing out in her and slowly poisioning her soul. Her only saviour, the one that keeps her pure and innocent, is Antie. The soul that walks beside her every day, becoming closer and closer to her with every moment. Before Abishia notices, she won't only be Abishia, but she will also be Antheia. Surprising, but it was destined. Their love has bonded them internally and for eternity. Making her way to the Threshold, her heart becomes light with a sudden happiness.
She arrives,walking along the usual path she takes; surrounded by thick trumped trees, naked bushes, and grass that is slowly turning a deep brown. Her small gray hooves sink into the soil, dead leaves tickling her cornet band. She hears voices ahead, her small harks picking up a distant conversation. Coming to a halt, she concentrates on the voices. She detects three, two Stallions and a Mare it seems. She decides to come closer. Walking slowly off the path, she slips into an armour of darkness, the royal cloak engulfing the small girl's body. The trees provide a comforting darkness that hides the girl, the thick smell of dying grass and rotting leaves covers up her scent. She has no reason to hide herself, other than to amuse herself.
The filly comes close enough to wear she can see them, but makes she she is down-wind from the trio, so none of them would be able to detect her. She is careful to watch her steps, making sure that wherever she steps is soft, so that she doesn't make noise. When she is close enough to satisfy her needs. There she stands, her lean bodice completely hiden from the keen eye. Cocking her back left leg, she makes herself comfortable. Her harks are erect, and she takes in the scene with her orbs. Before her is a black and white striped Stallion, crowned. Along with him is a winged Mare, and another crowned Stallion. Quietly, she envies the beautiful horned creatures. To the girl, they are majestic, and she agrees with the way they treat others in the Basin, despite the lack of her horn. She catches snid-bits of their conversation, but soon becomes bored, and decides to expsose herself. Stepping from the wood swiftly, she comes up on the small gathering, staying a respectable distance from them.
" Greetings. "
She dips her dome to each off them, ashamed of her hornless cranium. She looks to the deep sorrel brute, a white splash on his whithers and a beautiful horn. He projects utter beauty in the manliest ways. On him is a scent that is familiar to the girl, the one that the beautiful Illynx also carried. Smugly, the filly remembered that tied around her necklace is the thick strands of ebony hair that was given to her, a token from Illynx. With him is the striped Stallion, also paired with a goregous horn, and a girl with beautiful feathers. She smiles lightly.
" Pleased to be in the presence of beings so great. I am happy that I am here. I would like to welcome the horned Stallion here to Helovia. "
She nods to the striped Stallion, offering a pleasant smile to him.
@[Déodat] @[Amadeus] @[Irrydae]
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