Going To A Party Where No One's Still Alive

Going To A Party Where No One's Still Alive

Abishia Posts: 225

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Mare :: Equine :: 16 HH :: 5 years ~ Birdsong Buff: NOVICE

Wild.

01-22-2014, 07:57 PM

Abishia's orbs glaze over in confusion, not hearing a single word that Tangere said. Her breaths come rapid, knowing that around every corner could be a rotting beast drooling over their fresh flesh. The lively trio would defiantly be a target, the Wraiths knowing that they are alive, well, and ready to be bitten. Shivers are sent up Abi's spine as she remembers the countless rotten ones she has encountered. About five now? She sighs. The girl has lost count, but is still proud of the fact that she remains uninfected... When the crowned girl takes off at a sheer gallop, she waits for the Stallion to follow her, hoping that if a Wraith does attack, it would come from behind, sparing the lives of her dear friend Tangere and the newcomer that Abishia has not even seen yet. The rain blindfolds her, stinging into her coat at a vicious speed, soaking her to the bone. She takes up the back, galloping quietly behind the duo. Fright grips her as she runs through the dense forest, her most vivid sense stripped from her. Clumsily, she leads herself through the forest using only her scent and hearing. The long-legged filly is slower than usual, but manages to keep up with the Stallion and Tangere.

Her sides are heaving now, raindrops sticking to her short eyelashes and causing her great discomfort. Mud splashes up with her every step, sinking into her painted coat and making her look like a mosaic... And not a pretty one at that.

"Where are we even going?"

@[Tangere] @[Slaiter]