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03-01-2014, 02:56 PM
These caves, were driving her insane. Would this plague ever stop its ominous threats of consuming everyone. There was no such thing as paranoia for Valhalia, but only anger could consume her being day after day. It was deemed to the tawny mare as if time passing quickly, their lives eaten by darkness and fear, only to awake to see stony walls. The only thing that brought comfort to the frigid mare was her surviving herd mates, and the cold weather brought by Winter.
What would the Basin be like now: covered in layers of alabaster snow, stretching out for miles and miles. The kind of weather that Valhalia reveled in, enjoying the sting of harsh winds. Walking down vacant hallways, twisting tunnels reaching deep underground, Valhalia bent her head downwards, sniffing harshly. Gritting her teeth, the woman wished to crush zombies, to annihilate them for ruining the prosperity of a herd she just joined. A supreme one at that.
Continuing the same bland stroll, one that seemed like the same damn routine, a gust of a cold wind blew in from the waterfalls up ahead. A long, ebony mane was ruffled, billowing into icy silver pools. Growling with contained anger, the constricting tunnels opened up to reveal a gushing fountain.
How the hell was it not frozen already?! It seemed as if the rage consuming her made her furious at the tiniest things. She felt like... a true bitch. Jerking her head upwards, vexation bubbled in her blood, exasperation bloomed within her chest, bursting. Letting out an infuriated neigh, it rang throughout the walls, reverberating and echoing. "I hate you all", husky vocals growled out the few words. Now would be a good time to have someone, of course a unicorn, calm her down.
@ Any unicorn, or unicorn from the Basin
What would the Basin be like now: covered in layers of alabaster snow, stretching out for miles and miles. The kind of weather that Valhalia reveled in, enjoying the sting of harsh winds. Walking down vacant hallways, twisting tunnels reaching deep underground, Valhalia bent her head downwards, sniffing harshly. Gritting her teeth, the woman wished to crush zombies, to annihilate them for ruining the prosperity of a herd she just joined. A supreme one at that.
Continuing the same bland stroll, one that seemed like the same damn routine, a gust of a cold wind blew in from the waterfalls up ahead. A long, ebony mane was ruffled, billowing into icy silver pools. Growling with contained anger, the constricting tunnels opened up to reveal a gushing fountain.
How the hell was it not frozen already?! It seemed as if the rage consuming her made her furious at the tiniest things. She felt like... a true bitch. Jerking her head upwards, vexation bubbled in her blood, exasperation bloomed within her chest, bursting. Letting out an infuriated neigh, it rang throughout the walls, reverberating and echoing. "I hate you all", husky vocals growled out the few words. Now would be a good time to have someone, of course a unicorn, calm her down.
@ Any unicorn, or unicorn from the Basin
