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12-28-2014, 09:54 PM
Sikeax;
Some stones within the desert rose up to tear at the sky's belly like giants' fingernails, glaring down on the inhabitants of the desert that lacked wings, holding a laugh in how puny they were compared to solid earth. Vines twisted themselves about their bodies, adding more to the scene of destruction that she'd have to make for the arrival of the decorations. The daylight devours the blue light rising from her horn before it touches the wall.
She cranes her head about and twists her neck to uncomfortable positions in hope that someone else had come to assist her in the task. What was the name again? Voodoo? No image of whoever Voodoo is crosses her mind while she recalls it over multiple times. They existed inside of her growing family, at least. With them, she didn't mind having her name recalled in their thoughts, but in private where she was not of common knowledge, as of free of the desert's arms, it was better not for it to be known.
There is nothing to the horizon but sea and land only to the north with nothing rising out of the distant abysses. A sense of emptiness clots her. She breathes it out with a sigh, ears falling into a relaxed position. Instinctively, she checks for thorns along the vines, extending a velvet nose to the growth and brushing them against. Coming away free, her teeth come into final play, grasping hold and tearing away with a sharp yank of her head to the opposite side. Snaps ignite as it gives way to her. They fall before her keratin hooves and rest in their misery as she goes for another kill. The use of her flame and horn would of been quicker, but the misuse of the flame was troublesome. What if she was to use the light too much and it faded from her forever, taken in the night due to greed as of it's abilities.
Internally, she curses herself at the idea of having to use it reach the upper parts, or maybe Voodoo would be a Pegasus and could reach the places that escaped her reach.
OOC: Clearing away vegetation from the limestone deposits for the festival. Anyone who wishes to help is welcome.
@[Voodoo]
someday you'll see me buried in a fresh blanket of snow when we've grown very old
darkheart9595, lyotta & larfsalot @deviantart
you were angels,
so much more than everything
:: please tag me
:: minor force and power play allowed
