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10-11-2014, 07:39 PM
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The angel left the Dragon's Throat in high spirits, for Frostfall provided the desert a rather lovely time of year. The nights may be cold, but the days were actually quite pleasant. Her coat, though slightly thicker than normal, was still lovely, shimmering almost iridescent in the Sun's light. She was pleased to be going beyond her borders, for it had been some time since she had taken the initiative to do so. There was simply so much to do at home - so much that required her attention, her input, her assistance. She needed a break. Not that this was a break, precisely - after all, she ventured forth from the borders of the desert in an attempt to patrol the wilds. Her assignment (for even a Sultana must subject herself to such things) was to investigate the Frostbreath Steppe, a far northern land that came closer to the unicorns of the Basin than she was entirely comfortable with. Africa's story was close to her heart, and she had no desire to find herself in the same predicament. Surely, surely... they would not dare touch a herd's leader on neutral ground - right? Her doubt grew as she found herself further north, entering colder territories and the beginning of snow flurries. A cold wind flickered across her pelt, coaxing a shiver that never seemed to end along her spine, and she pulled her wings tighter against herself in an attempt to conserve what little warmth she had. She was not particularly fond of the cold, and so as she traversed ever more thickly blanketed terrain and her legs became more drenched and chilled and the wind cut more sharply through her tousled feathers, her mood darkened considerably. It had to be cold, she grumbled silently, as from somewhere above Astraeus offered a comforting cry. "Talk talk talk." @[Satanic Silk] - if you want to join in for our patrol. :3 |
| Sohalia Don't wanna leave this life knowing I barely tried... |
