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08-24-2012, 09:39 PM
Avigail lifted her head up towards the azure sky, and sighed. She had been travelling for days, and so far there had been no sign of the Dragons Throat herd, or any horse for that matter. Of course, it didn't bother her, being alone. Infact, she truly enjoyed the moments that she was just her by herself. And today was no different, even with the territory was new and alien to her.
The dusty sand had gotten to Avigail's dappled, ashen coat, making it appear dull and dirty, and she dared not to fly encase she was thought of as a spy or enemy. She was just about sick of this barren landscape. Though gradually, here and there sprigs of grass began to appear and soon enough she was walking through thick, lush grass, wet with morning dew. Eventually she came to a tree, standing tall and alone amidst the green. She remembered trees like this from when she lived here, before the war.
Assuming it would be safe from here, she unfolded her wings, stretching them out to their full length proudly. With a few powerful thrashes she took flight, climbing higher and higher into the air until she was level with the top of the tree. Her dark mahogany orbs then scanned the area, searching some sign of active life, and she found it.
There was a herd of about 30 horses, spread out around a large lake.
"Finally." she nickered to herself. She flew out from behind the tree and swooped down, about halfway between the horses and the huge tree. From here Avigail whinnied, loud and clear, calling out to the herd. Surely they would hear her from there.
She shook herself violently, trying to remove some of the dust and dirt she had collected on her journey. Then the mare sighed, this place had offered solitude for a while and it faded away all to soon.
The dusty sand had gotten to Avigail's dappled, ashen coat, making it appear dull and dirty, and she dared not to fly encase she was thought of as a spy or enemy. She was just about sick of this barren landscape. Though gradually, here and there sprigs of grass began to appear and soon enough she was walking through thick, lush grass, wet with morning dew. Eventually she came to a tree, standing tall and alone amidst the green. She remembered trees like this from when she lived here, before the war.
Assuming it would be safe from here, she unfolded her wings, stretching them out to their full length proudly. With a few powerful thrashes she took flight, climbing higher and higher into the air until she was level with the top of the tree. Her dark mahogany orbs then scanned the area, searching some sign of active life, and she found it.
There was a herd of about 30 horses, spread out around a large lake.
"Finally." she nickered to herself. She flew out from behind the tree and swooped down, about halfway between the horses and the huge tree. From here Avigail whinnied, loud and clear, calling out to the herd. Surely they would hear her from there.
She shook herself violently, trying to remove some of the dust and dirt she had collected on her journey. Then the mare sighed, this place had offered solitude for a while and it faded away all to soon.
