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Spice hasn't really ever been in a forest like this one. Dreary and dark. Fatal and scary. It was not really the rightful place of a pegasi like her. The ones that are free and bright and happy. Well, kind of. Anyone could warm up to the place. I guess... she thinks, her head not turning all the way to look at what sounded like a twig crack, adrenaline pumps through her veins as she pulses forward, kicking off with her hind legs, she erupts with painful emotion, jerked movements.
It was only a spook. Nothing more. Nothing less. Before she could even wonder what was hiding in the gathering darkness, she found herself flying away, ripping off into the dense wood once again. Why would she want to stay somewhere that could possibly be infected by some sort of...demon thing? Or maybe just a forest animal running around under the undergrowth, attempting to scare the living poop out of some one-anyone- they had got it.
Whatever they was...
The dappled filly soon takes a standing position to watch the passing fog, her eyes watching in a doe-like manner as it swirled around the damp forest floor, swiveling it's way through her thin and gangly legs. Weaving it's way around different objects it come by. She stays silent and still as it all passes, her mouth zipped shut for a reason. If that fog could hurt her, in any way, she would not have been detected.
Hardly.
And if she where to be detected by the equine-eating fog she would have run up a tree. Or away. Yeah, that sounded more realistic. She would run away. As fast as she could, because she wouldn't die over some fog. No way. She wanted to learn about Helovia and the herds and she wouldn't be able to do that in belly of a fog-monster.
Fog-monsters are things disguised by fog. Also, they are equine-eating things.
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When your young, you just run...
But you come back...to what you need
Spice hasn't really ever been in a forest like this one. Dreary and dark. Fatal and scary. It was not really the rightful place of a pegasi like her. The ones that are free and bright and happy. Well, kind of. Anyone could warm up to the place. I guess... she thinks, her head not turning all the way to look at what sounded like a twig crack, adrenaline pumps through her veins as she pulses forward, kicking off with her hind legs, she erupts with painful emotion, jerked movements.
It was only a spook. Nothing more. Nothing less. Before she could even wonder what was hiding in the gathering darkness, she found herself flying away, ripping off into the dense wood once again. Why would she want to stay somewhere that could possibly be infected by some sort of...demon thing? Or maybe just a forest animal running around under the undergrowth, attempting to scare the living poop out of some one-anyone- they had got it.
Whatever they was...
The dappled filly soon takes a standing position to watch the passing fog, her eyes watching in a doe-like manner as it swirled around the damp forest floor, swiveling it's way through her thin and gangly legs. Weaving it's way around different objects it come by. She stays silent and still as it all passes, her mouth zipped shut for a reason. If that fog could hurt her, in any way, she would not have been detected.
Hardly.
And if she where to be detected by the equine-eating fog she would have run up a tree. Or away. Yeah, that sounded more realistic. She would run away. As fast as she could, because she wouldn't die over some fog. No way. She wanted to learn about Helovia and the herds and she wouldn't be able to do that in belly of a fog-monster.
Fog-monsters are things disguised by fog. Also, they are equine-eating things.
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