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[OPEN] All of your dreams are made of strawberry lemonade

Sikeax the Sea Soul Posts: 355
Outcast atk: 4 | def: 9 | dam: 6
Mare :: Hybrid :: 16 hh :: 5 years HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Hobgoblin :: Common Rougarou :: Water & Seoul :: Plain White Dragon :: Toxic Breath Zuno
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she's got a pretty face,.
but no heart to match

Annoyed, possibly feisty, over the amount of sand collecting to her coat, rubbing her muzzled across her skin to loosen the particles that clung with intense vengeance and fell to the water she stood. Leaving may of been her good idea for the idea, going to the river in the meadow and enjoying the feeling of currents against her body. Becoming more relaxed with her current state, rough feeling of sand particles clinging to her skin having faded away, a snort flared from her nostrils. Air temperatures gave her a trick when a shadow casted across the ground, passed off as nothing more than a cloud playing peek-a-boo with the Sun, feeling a cool breeze touch her and caress.
Only, the cloud did not pass. Patiently, she waited, wanting nothing else than the Sun to reign down on her and begin the process of relieving water weigh. She'd pulled herself out from the water, shook, and began heading home. No sunlight.
Now, finally becoming a bit irritated with how the breeze was chilling her, her eyes struck to the sky. Having found their point of interest, she spoke loudly to herself. "What is that?!"
Drilling holes with her eyes, her gaze hung with her mouth open. Kicking into immediate action, her legs gathered themselves and pushed forward, each moving away from one another in short strides. Speed paid her some worth, though none of her breeding gave it fierceness. In a lonely night where she was left to herself, she gave herself the rule that she could either stand and fight, or use words in case of an issue. If she ran, they'd be more than likely to catch her.
It rose up behind the veins, her eyes at the shrines when her canter became a slow trot, moving down to a walk. Altogether, everything about her halted. Muscles buckled and all went forward in a lurching motion, but still she did not budge
Moisture teased her hocks, lefting one up without making much thought to it. Instead of rising, it hung. More pulls were done until she was yanking desperately. Groaning, she turned her face down to her legs, finding clouds. Clouds that had her moving, lifting her upwards towards the island.
Repeatedly bellowing screams outwards, filled to the brim with fear, her body weight went to the left, falling down. Her eyes we're clenched shut when she did hit the cloud, surprised by the feeling. Relief flooded her veins when the cloud hit the island, dissipating beneath and leaving her eyes to look at the land.
Unique in every which way, a sweet scent of cherry blossoms filling the area and rolling into her nostrils. She sneezed once, finding her knees and pushing her weight onto them as her hind legs straightened behind her.
"What is this place?" She'd gained a nasty habit of talking to herself, always half-expecting someone to be there to reply to her. It was empty for the most part, finding no others to populate the area. Enjoying the emptiness and great amount of wildlife, who spent no waste in staring at her and then leaving, finding no interest in her, she cocked a smile.

@[Cera]
darren criss. @ shine


you were angels,
so much more than everything

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All of your dreams are made of strawberry lemonade - by Sikeax - 07-07-2014, 04:39 PM

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