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02-01-2014, 09:33 PM
Dawn Dancer had grown tired of flying round and round. Tired of straining her eyes to scan the snow-covered found for life. Of course, she had found none. Magnificent wings folded as the war mare glided down into the clearing. Steam rose into the air as Dawn snorted, observing her surroundings. 'Horses have been here. But their scent is stale.' She thought, narrowing bejeweled orbs. Black and white mane tossed in annoyance-the maiden's patience was growing thin. She knows that if she doesn't find a herd soon, she might as well prepare for a pathetic death somewhere in a snow laden field.
But so far she has flown now, so long without a single sign of life. Sure, there were scents and tracks-traces of creatures that might have been. But not now. Dawn could smell something akin to fear and disease in the land around her. Had the mare any choice, she would've at least tried to look for a better place. 'Oh well.' The pegasus sighed in both irritation and defeat. If possible, she wouldn't have talked at all. But it seems like the last, and only choice the mare has now.
"Does any reside here?" Dawn questioned, voice slightly crackling form unuse but still clear and firm. She pawed at the snowy ground, ears swiveling back and forth for an answer. "Well?" The war mare demanded again, into the crisp, cold, silence. After a while, too long, Dawn decided, the two toned horse was almost ready to give up, to find another place where she might find at least better shelter, if not living beings. But that was before shelled shaped ears picked up a dull drumming. ...hoovesteps?
But so far she has flown now, so long without a single sign of life. Sure, there were scents and tracks-traces of creatures that might have been. But not now. Dawn could smell something akin to fear and disease in the land around her. Had the mare any choice, she would've at least tried to look for a better place. 'Oh well.' The pegasus sighed in both irritation and defeat. If possible, she wouldn't have talked at all. But it seems like the last, and only choice the mare has now.
"Does any reside here?" Dawn questioned, voice slightly crackling form unuse but still clear and firm. She pawed at the snowy ground, ears swiveling back and forth for an answer. "Well?" The war mare demanded again, into the crisp, cold, silence. After a while, too long, Dawn decided, the two toned horse was almost ready to give up, to find another place where she might find at least better shelter, if not living beings. But that was before shelled shaped ears picked up a dull drumming. ...hoovesteps?
