The cold wind chilled her body and she shivered. Why did autumn have to take over the summer's hot sun? She wanted warmth, not cold...
Her big wings were folded tight on her sides, trying to make herself warmer. And the mare's long mane lingered carefully around her legs without making it hard to walk, and her tail almost touched the ground.
It didn't happen very often that she walked instead of flying, but the wind was too cold for her.

As she moved forward on her thin pillars, she looked around with the different-colored eyes. It was probably the most eye-catching thing about her. She giggled a bit.
'Such a bad pun..' the mare thought, and smiled. Her left eye was strongly green, resembling to the green grass that grew on the fields when the summer was at it's best.
And her right eye was as blue as the clearest sky, almost as crystallized blue. The green was a trait from her father Taladinn, and the blue from her mother Stella.
The only thing more different than the fact that her eyes weren't the same color - was that she had no visible pupils.

Her pupils was invisible, but she could still see perfectly fine. Except for one little problem on her blue eye which made her see everything a little blurry on that eye. It wasn't a big problem, but it annoyed her sometimes.
She continued to walk in the big forest, with the tall trees rising towards the sun. The sound of hooves against dirt and grass calmed her down, and filled her with a homesick feeling.
The mare missed her home, but she knew that she couldn't return. Her home was gone, dead... All that was left was just a mess of dead trees and corpses.
Small tears appeared in her eyes, and the memories of her lost home filled her with sadness. Why?

'Why did it happen? Why did the valley get flooded?' Her eyes were filled with tears now, running down her cheek and fell to the ground.
She missed her parents and her little, little sister..
'I wish that they got to have the time to escape.. I don't deserve to live.' She stopped and stomped her grey hoof hard on the ground.
If only the flood hadn't drowned her family.. Her sister had only been 6 months old, filled with joy and play. Then the flood came and...

A painful neigh echoed in the forest as she yelled out her sadness and her wings were now spread. They reached at least 4 meters from tip to tip and were white with dark spots on the inside with beautiful, black feathers.
She was angry. Mad with herself for not helping them escape, if only she could've warned them. She sighed, lowered her head and folded her wings just to continue to walk. If only...
The mare could've saved the whole herd, if only that friggin' stallion hadn't distracted her with his old pick up-lines.
But she hadn't, and now she had to live with that fact stuck in her head...

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((OOC: Sad Melissa is sad :'c))

Walk, walk, walk.
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