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02-09-2014, 01:35 PM
Here she was again, in this glowing room with her feet sinking into the the soft mushrooms. She had only been here once before, when she had met the painted mare pegasus. She hadn't really taken a good look at the place, but now that she was settled in and had the time, her nostrils filled in with the sweet smell of the mushrooms. The walls glowed with a bright, sapphire blue that Hellä didn't see so often. She beat herself with the fact that she hadn't looked at the ground in the first place. The cavern floor was filled with mushrooms, yet there was grass too.
Hellä had starved herself in the past few days because her she couldn't think straight and hadn't noticed the sweet, fresh grass. She was in no shape for fighting, and would regret even trying to fight in this condition. She could barely walk straight thinking about a battle with her ribs showing like they were about to tear right through her dappled skin.
The gray continued on, walking up to a small river with water as clear as the crystal. She was afraid to taste it, knowing that no such water could be as clear as this. If it was poisonous, she would surely achieve her death wish. But hopefully, it's not. She tried to comment to herself as she reached down to the river with her eyes closed. Hellä's throat took large gulps, sounding like a canon shooting a hundred pound ball from its grip. She may look like an idiot, but damn, was she thirsty.
When her thirst had finally been fulfilled, she moved to the side and looked for the largest spot with the most grass. Hellä wasn't as hungry as she had been before she had taken a drink, but she still felt as if she was starving. By the time her meal would be over, she should be as fat as the dove that Abishia had called her back in the waterfall room. No one had ever called her a fat, chunky, clean bird. Birds, were dumb. She was not dumb.
Hellä's muzzle moved from the mushrooms to the grass. The dewy grass wasn't poisonous; however, the mushrooms were. She narrowed her eyes at the mushrooms and snorted, watching them as they curled up into a ball-like figure. Her expression changed as she began chewing on the tender green. Her orbs began to soften and her muscles relaxed as she continued to feed her starving bodice.
@[Mauja]
Hellä had starved herself in the past few days because her she couldn't think straight and hadn't noticed the sweet, fresh grass. She was in no shape for fighting, and would regret even trying to fight in this condition. She could barely walk straight thinking about a battle with her ribs showing like they were about to tear right through her dappled skin.
The gray continued on, walking up to a small river with water as clear as the crystal. She was afraid to taste it, knowing that no such water could be as clear as this. If it was poisonous, she would surely achieve her death wish. But hopefully, it's not. She tried to comment to herself as she reached down to the river with her eyes closed. Hellä's throat took large gulps, sounding like a canon shooting a hundred pound ball from its grip. She may look like an idiot, but damn, was she thirsty.
When her thirst had finally been fulfilled, she moved to the side and looked for the largest spot with the most grass. Hellä wasn't as hungry as she had been before she had taken a drink, but she still felt as if she was starving. By the time her meal would be over, she should be as fat as the dove that Abishia had called her back in the waterfall room. No one had ever called her a fat, chunky, clean bird. Birds, were dumb. She was not dumb.
Hellä's muzzle moved from the mushrooms to the grass. The dewy grass wasn't poisonous; however, the mushrooms were. She narrowed her eyes at the mushrooms and snorted, watching them as they curled up into a ball-like figure. Her expression changed as she began chewing on the tender green. Her orbs began to soften and her muscles relaxed as she continued to feed her starving bodice.
@[Mauja]
