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09-02-2012, 09:33 PM
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Cracks of thunder pealed above the deep woodlands. Lines of electricity danced across the horizon frantically. The sky's loud and chaotic display frightened the dappled mare who lingered below. Her elegant frame pranced through the copse, leaping over downed trees and sliding over wet ground. She had already been through one violent storm, the one that had taken her from her home and thrown her into Helovia. Why did she have to be caught in another one? Feeling more run down then she ever had, the girl continued on through the miserable rain, not traveling to anything in particular. Disheveled ebony locks lay damp along the silver dame's neck. Icy eyes stared blankly at their surroundings. Her mind began to wander along with her feet. She though back to the strange, troubled Gaspard, and to her lost human companions. How little she had found since coming to this new world. Loneliness enveloped her, along with slight envy at the wings and horns that seemed to adorn almost everyone she'd met. They all seemed to have a place to go, somewhere that they fit. Her place was long gone now. Dark ashen ears laid back in quiet fury as droplets rained down. She was not one to anger too easily, but recent events had pushed her limits. It took her longer than usual to notice the stallion, and she reacted with less interest than was probably safe. Azure pools slipped over the boy's form, as well as the ivory dragon beside him. Such strange sights were becoming commonplace for the dove. With a sigh, Bellatrix gathered what psychological strength she had left to greet the pair. "Hello." Faint, eloquent tones slipped from her maw, volume dulled by the sky's noise. Pinked lips tensed into a weak smile for the intricately marked buck. Water continued to slid down her bodice, sending a shiver running through her pelt as a result. The rain was a relief from the hot season, but the lithe mare was made for high temperatures, not cool forests. Lethargically, she slipped closer to the base of a majestic pine. It provided shelter from the poor weather, but there was no escape from the emotion that inwardly ravaged her. |
