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[OPEN] Trash n Treasure

December Posts: 144
Deceased atk: 3.5 | def: 7 | dam: 8
Mare :: Equine :: 16.3hh :: 6 (Frostfall) HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
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White December

The rain was a welcoming sight to the mare, and she embraced its assault on her alabaster coat, soaking her thick bodice to the bone and sending shivers along her spine. How the rain brought life back into her. She wasted no time in lurching forward, breaking into a gallop and working her way speedily up the hills, giving her muscles a stretch after the long frigid Frostfall. Had she know that Birdsong would be so beautiful here in the Falls, she wouldn't have been so reluctant to come in the first place. Not that she had been pressured into coming, Midas had only offered his home in the kindest gesture. To refuse would have been her loss, not his.

The damp air filled her lungs, expanding her chest momentarily as emotion flickered beneath December's steel orbs, something that was certainly rare. There were moments when she was quite a normal girl, having emotions like everyone else and expressing them without restraint. But those were her vulnerable phases. Soon her expression ceased... expressing... when the scent of another hit her smoky maw. Working her build to a halt, she jogged in place momentarily, before catching a glimpse of red and grey disappearing into a lonely cave wedged into the Fall's mountainside.

To go would certainly mean having to talk to someone. That wasn't very appealing. The ache in her side though as her curiosity gnawed into was enough to make her physically shift, and the thoughtful one took this moment to well, think. Weighing her options, the logical side of her knew that it was most likely a new herd member and she would only be setting herself up for socialization, but that curiosity begged and pleaded and nudged and prodded! With a shake of herself to remove some of the water weight off her shedding coat, she finally gave in to her temptation. She justified it her weakness by reminding herself that this someone could be trespassing, and to not make sure would be irresponsible as a herd member.

Working her way slowly up the slim pathway, White December eventually made it up to the cave entrance. To her right she found a piece of fabric laying about, it blending into the forestry with its mossy hue. Her nostrils flared to take in its scent, noting it belonged to the stranger, and took a step to the left to finally peer into the cave. There, she would find a mare much like herself, skin and bone from the looks of things, with a strange creature at her side. Not only that, but her mane and tail were aflame.

Panic flared in her eyes, and the mare dashed forward, attempting to push the slightly smaller mare out into the rain in an attempt to drench the fire. As she did so, she noticed how the flame licked at her, and when it touched her coat she felt nothing, as if it were a mere illusion. Stepping back, December looked at the flames more closely, forgetting for a moment that they were attached to a most-likely pissed of horse. Their light flickered in the reflection of her eyes, and she was almost hypnotized. It was one of those times where December forgot she was in company, and her curiosity bloomed from within. She stared for a few seconds longer, before snapping back into reality and promptly stepped back, trying to hide her embarrassment by shaking her head and tossing her white, grey tipped mane.

Looking the creature up and down once more, she didn't know how to really respond. She needed a distraction badly. Her gaze washed over the fellow mare once again, and soon an idea clicked into her mind. She worked herself past her, turning abruptly and searching the new-growing trees for any sustenance. Her nose then went to the ground, still cold from Frostfall's wrath, and searched the melting ice for any stray shrub. It took her a few good minutes, but soon the Shire found a meager pile of vegetation, and brought it back to the edge of the cavern, setting it down and nudging it closer to the fem. Flickering a steel tipped ear, she lifted her head up confidently, looking into the mare's gold eyes and finally speaking,"Eat."



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Messages In This Thread
Trash n Treasure - by Africa - 12-11-2014, 05:40 PM
RE: Trash n Treasure - by December - 12-12-2014, 11:15 PM
RE: Trash n Treasure - by Africa - 12-13-2014, 05:26 PM
RE: Trash n Treasure - by December - 12-14-2014, 09:25 PM
RE: Trash n Treasure - by Africa - 12-18-2014, 05:55 PM
RE: Trash n Treasure - by December - 12-19-2014, 10:31 PM
RE: Trash n Treasure - by Africa - 12-25-2014, 05:15 PM
RE: Trash n Treasure - by Dröm - 12-27-2014, 12:44 AM
RE: Trash n Treasure - by December - 12-27-2014, 10:38 PM
RE: Trash n Treasure - by Africa - 12-28-2014, 02:55 AM
RE: Trash n Treasure - by Dröm - 01-04-2015, 07:19 PM
RE: Trash n Treasure - by December - 01-07-2015, 10:09 PM
RE: Trash n Treasure - by Africa - 01-08-2015, 10:38 PM

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