It's difficult for the first few moments. The pooling essence of cold stabbing thin, invisible needles that press hard into the lower parts of her stomach and legs, reaching in and causing the most amount of discomfort it can find casuable to do. A groan rumbles low in her throat. Her head is ablaze with a roaring headache that holds no end in sight. Pushing tired eyes open, the world is nothing more than just a blur. The faint glow that radiates off her horn is a firm reminder that this is reality, and from the looks of it, apart from her current state of confusion, she is still alive.
Silently, she curses herself for whatever thing that had been bothering her for what must of been moons, for the last time she was able to remember, there wasn't snow blanketing the earth. Instead, her last true memory was of the Dragon's Throat. How her body was longing for the feeling of the warm sands and hot Sun laid across her honey coloured skin when it is cloaked in cold air and laid about in a heap across the snow covered earth. Every part of her is aching and complaining. She wants to scream at her body to take a moment to rest just so the headache can be expelled from her poor, wounded and probably sporting a large knot, head. There wasn't a way she could find herself to do that even if she tried.
It is all odd. It's odd in a way that words couldn't be used to explain what the true sensation is. Mouth dry, begging for some sor t of quenching while her tongue is moving about with limp movements held inside of her teeth, she finds some sort of ability, though completely out of the question in most terms, to welcome snow from the earth into her mouth. A snort passes her and a bird chirps close by. The sound forces her ears to flicker, twitching, not really flickering about with rapid movements, only moving slightly to find that yes, the sound she just caught was actually a true piece of reality.
Vision blurred and abstract particles floating through her line of sight, she is barely able to notice that that might just be sunlight streaming down through the trees. It brings out a muffled "Huh?" from her lips, passing out like a whisper. The sky is cloudless though she cannot see the sky. Her head continues to spin as it flares in and out of reality. Her legs are folded beneath her and she's not getting very far with the process of getting herself back to normal. If they, whoever they can be defined as, come across her, she is likely to lack a reason as of why she is strung about the earth with the snow and cold air. Sleep is too heavy within her bones, and god, she's wanting to let it take over.
Her vision clears up about the same time she is about to let it take in and the headache gives a hateful yell inbetween her ears. The pair fall flat and she can do nothing more than groan loudly like a dog that doesn't wish to rise when their master's call enters their ears. She is no lazy dog, but this is just a difficult challenge and something she is unable, not to mention unprepared, when it comes to facing.
Each and everyone of them, kicking(well, not truly kicking) and thrashing about, find themselves pushing her to wobbly legs that threatened to cause her to fall at the first mishap. Shaking, her head hung low and every little noise nothing more than a shrill scream in her ears and tearing her head to shreds, she finally gets her first real dose of reality.
Oh, how it's never what she wanted it to be.It's difficult for the first few moments. The pooling essence of cold stabbing thin, invisible needles that press hard into the lower parts of her stomach and legs, reaching in and causing the most amount of discomfort it can find casuable to do. A groan rumbles low in her throat. Her head is ablaze with a roaring headache that holds no end in sight. Pushing tired eyes open, the world is nothing more than just a blur. The faint glow that radiates off her horn is a firm reminder that this is reality, and from the looks of it, apart from her current state of confusion, she is still alive.
Silently, she curses herself for whatever thing that had been bothering her for what must of been moons, for the last time she was able to remember, there wasn't snow blanketing the earth. Instead, her last true memory was of the Dragon's Throat. How her body was longing for the feeling of the warm sands and hot Sun laid across her honey coloured skin when it is cloaked in cold air and laid about in a heap across the snow covered earth. Every part of her is aching and complaining. She wants to scream at her body to take a moment to rest just so the headache can be expelled from her poor, wounded and probably sporting a large knot, head. There wasn't a way she could find herself to do that even if she tried.
It is all odd. It's odd in a way that words couldn't be used to explain what the true sensation is. Mouth dry, begging for some sor t of quenching while her tongue is moving about with limp movements held inside of her teeth, she finds some sort of ability, though completely out of the question in most terms, to welcome snow from the earth into her mouth. A snort passes her and a bird chirps close by. The sound forces her ears to flicker, twitching, not really flickering about with rapid movements, only moving slightly to find that yes, the sound she just caught was actually a true piece of reality.
Vision blurred and abstract particles floating through her line of sight, she is barely able to notice that that might just be sunlight streaming down through the trees. It brings out a muffled "Huh?" from her lips, passing out like a whisper. The sky is cloudless though she cannot see the sky. Her head continues to spin as it flares in and out of reality. Her legs are folded beneath her and she's not getting very far with the process of getting herself back to normal. If they, whoever they can be defined as, come across her, she is likely to lack a reason as of why she is strung about the earth with the snow and cold air. Sleep is too heavy within her bones, and god, she's wanting to let it take over.
Her vision clears up about the same time she is about to let it take in and the headache gives a hateful yell inbetween her ears. The pair fall flat and she can do nothing more than groan loudly like a dog that doesn't wish to rise when their master's call enters their ears. She is no lazy dog, but this is just a difficult challenge and something she is unable, not to mention unprepared, when it comes to facing.
Each and everyone of them, kicking(well, not truly kicking) and thrashing about, find themselves pushing her to wobbly legs that threatened to cause her to fall at the first mishap. Shaking, her head hung low and every little noise nothing more than a shrill scream in her ears and tearing her head to shreds, she finally gets her first real dose of reality.
Oh, how it's never what she wanted it to be.

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