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01-30-2014, 11:55 PM
Keireina skidded to a halt, her hooves sliding through the muck, wings and tail flared, slowing her further. Sides heaving she stares into the woods, the trees looking ominous. And yet, they felt almost, welcoming? Tentatively, Keireina takes her first steps towards the woods, her feathered wings clamped tightly to her sides. Guarding her. Head low she passes the first trunk, her eyes constantly moving, her head weaving to try and take everything in. As her breathing and heart rate slows her head raises a bit more, her ears swivelling to and fro as she listens to the woods wake up around her. The birds begin to sing softly and small creatures flit through the underbrush. Beams of sunlight filter through the canopy and Keireina's wings loosen from her sides a bit more, although her tail remains tightly folded, making her seem as small as possible.
Millions of thoughts flash through her mind, each vanishing faster than the one before but the fear is there. The fear is always there. It lurks, beneath the surface of her mind. The memory of something terrible, something so horrifying that it has been blocked completely from her conscious thoughts.
The woods open up before Keireina, revealing a small clearing with a soft bed of moss. Sighing heavily, she takes a few steps into the clearing but remains within leaping distance of the shelter of the trees. Her whole body shudders, and she shakes herself violently, little bits of fluff and broken feathers freeing themselves from her wings and tail and releases a little bit more of her tension. With a deeper breath she slowly kneels and lays down, not completely relaxed but in desperate need of a short nap. Food and water can wait. For now.
Running, always running
Millions of thoughts flash through her mind, each vanishing faster than the one before but the fear is there. The fear is always there. It lurks, beneath the surface of her mind. The memory of something terrible, something so horrifying that it has been blocked completely from her conscious thoughts.
The woods open up before Keireina, revealing a small clearing with a soft bed of moss. Sighing heavily, she takes a few steps into the clearing but remains within leaping distance of the shelter of the trees. Her whole body shudders, and she shakes herself violently, little bits of fluff and broken feathers freeing themselves from her wings and tail and releases a little bit more of her tension. With a deeper breath she slowly kneels and lays down, not completely relaxed but in desperate need of a short nap. Food and water can wait. For now.
Running, always running
