| Hidden Account |
| Mare :: Equine :: 16 HH :: 5 years ~ Birdsong Buff: NOVICE |
| Wild. |
 my stories are very somber..
A crisp ringing echoes off the glowing cave walls as she walks in, a blissful transition from stone to soft mossy grasses. She lets a small nicker of delight roll off her tongue as she enters the cavern, a place she now calls home. The girl has been lonely lately, her ghostly friends that usually flank her are beginning to fade away into nothing. The only one that remains is Antheia, but she keeps her trap shut, and just looks on. For all of Helovia, these are dark times. The girl has found it extremely hard to keep her spirits in tact, and to remain her boisterous, happy, and loud self. She feels that she might just be fading away with the figures... Tonka, now Harmony... Was there pieces of her flying off with them into sweet nothing? Just a tree swaying in the wind, or maybe the gathering mists at dawn? The filly seemed to be not even half of what she used to be... Her mind was slowly being ate away by the sadness, her fit body was becoming malnourished, fur falling from her, exposing a large scar at her wither, and burn marks along one side. She was almost a different horse, but she still managed to be swift and graceful, and yet she was still a perfect image of true beauty.... Just not as beautiful as she was before you could say...
The patchwork girl with white straps on her shoulders walks across the room, and reaches the beautiful, indigo waters. As she always does, she extends her maw so her lips can collide with the cool liquid, and she can gulp. She gulps loudly for a few moments, letting the precious treasure slip down her throat, and the fresh taste linger on her tongue. When she raises her head, water drops off her pale kissers and falls back into the shallow pool, causing a plopping sound to echo around her. Pleased, she turns slowly and walks to the far right of the room, where she finds her favorite glowing tree. This special tree is the thickest of them all, and is decorated with even more of those odd glowing-mushroom-things. Abishia admires the tree, and it's eerie beauty. The fae loves how it glows in the darkness, lit by a light that is unknown. The wonder of the light grabs her and pulls her in every time she visits this fluorescent tree. Tilting her head up, she lets her long wavy forelock fall behind her harks so she can look around freely without the annoying hair encroaching on her view. She leas against the moss laden trunk, and looks around with a smug smile, impressed with the place that she now calls home.
______________________________________________________________
{ A thread for @[Africa] and Abishia to meet. All other's are welcome <3 }
ABISHIA
|
|
Image Credits
 
lines
please tag me in any and all posts
|
.svg/2000px-Google_Chrome_icon_(2011).svg.png){kind=icon}
