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so i pulled the trigger and we floated up
The night is different tonight: new odors flicker into her nostrils, ones that she's never smelt, ones that raise hairs but encourage the curious mind. Every sense goes haywire with alertness. She can't hold it back, feeling slightly more free when the snow is beneath her with clear skies, tucked into the grove.
Guided by the blue light admitted by her horn, she paws into the ground in search of the small pickings she receives. Hunger simply pushes her along. Each nibble is welcomed when it happens to be no more than dried grasses, chewing on the roots in search of a cure.
Its the reek of fruits that awake her, and naturally, she went because it was hunger's desperate cry that sends her out. In the lake is a tree, and she stares in confusion at its presence, unwilling to leave the safety of the shore. Why here? Why now?
Faintly, she debates, staring tiredly and greedily at the tree. The fruits in the branches make her stomach cry louder with it's aromas enticing her senses. The colours add nothing to the equation but caution. Nothing glows like that except in the caves, and while she didn't mind feasting on that, this was not right. It wasn't underground, this was no cave. It was a tree in a lake, and she was a moth to a flame.
She finally gives in, picking a path wide enough to get down to the tree with a slow walk. Her horn offers a faint reflection in what must be freezing waters.
Once below, she stops, gazing with suspicious eyes while her nose wrinkled in disgust at the strength of that smell. Yet, ever so curious and hungry, evident by the faint outline of ribs against her barrel, she rears, mouth open as she picks a lone fruit and lavishes in the foreign taste it bears.
you were angels,
so much more than everything
:: please tag me
:: minor force and power play allowed
