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09-12-2012, 07:34 AM
In this land, it was not hard for the femme to find motivation to move swiftly. The Heart held so many deep, dark connotations for her - in saying that, she was fortunate to have trekked here as occasionally as she had, for she knew the terrain well. It reminded her of the ashy sands her parents spoke of in the Obsidian Desert, where one could take a single step, have the ground shift beneath them, and need to take three more to simply be in the original spot they had deigned to be in. Breaths passed between her charred nostrils, the acrid air of the Heart was not something she enjoyed - but at least, she would be able to get through it swiftly.
The starting line was akin to running through the desert sands of Throat, but the sands soon turned into dried tundra, and eventually, volcanic dirt. The Arabic lineage in her blood gave her strength over time, the capacity of her lungs the draft heritage awarded her with allowed her to pull oxygen even from this polluted air. The great hole of the Heart was ahead, and with familiar wariness of its heat, and its depths, Mirage circumvented the lava-filled well, ignoring Akaith as she danced in the skies above it. Ahead, she could see the rise of the Thistle Meadow, and the edge of the Deep Forest, marked by a wall of timbers and thick bush. She pushed onwards, not bothering to waste her breath on encouraging others around her, but offering small smiles to those she knew. She was determined, her footing was steady - so far. With pride her tail was held high behind her rotund rump, her visage held on the tip of her curved nape to extenuate the millennia of evolution that had gone into the creation of her breeds. This was her element. sxc.hu
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