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[OPEN] Where the Wild Things Are

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AVEIRA
YOU'RE GONNA MISS ME WHEN I'M GONE
Fresh but cold liquid slid down the mare’s throat as she swallowed mouthfuls of it from the creek in front of her. The water rippled slightly as it moved on down the slope, towards places unknown to her. Aveira couldn’t help thinking about how clear the water here was and how good it tasted on her tongue. Humming with pleasure, the mare lifted her head to lick at the last droplets of aqua on her lips. Her thirst was now quenched and she wondered what she was supposed to do now. Aveira’s wings were folded at her sides and she didn’t care consider flying. Her wings ached badly from the long flight to whatever this place’s name was… They needed rest and time to heal.

Flicking her tail once and then twice, Aveira braced herself as a chilly breeze swept past her. Ebony locks danced as the fingers of the wind tossed them about her face and neck until the breeze died. Her hair was straight and it settled against her skin once more. She suddenly wished that the hair on her body was a little thicker to compensate for the dropping temperatures. Sighing somberly, the Arabian-shaped mare turned away from the creek and was about to wander off when voices reached her ears. Perking her ears forward, Aveira swiveled her head so that she could look in the direction she thought she had heard the voices. No movement caught her eye but that didn’t mean someone or something wasn’t close by.

With the sky being so cloudy, the Pegasi female didn’t even notice the slight shadow that passed over her head. So onward she walked till she broke through some underbrush and passed a metal gate. Two figures caught her eye and she paused mid-step. She stood as still as she could, even going as far as trying to breath really quietly. Was she interrupting something?

DONE - 317 WORDS - HOPE YOU DON'T MIND!

@[Soren] @[Nymeria]


Messages In This Thread
Where the Wild Things Are - by Soren - 04-30-2015, 09:56 PM
RE: Where the Wild Things Are - by Nymeria - 05-01-2015, 06:13 PM
RE: Where the Wild Things Are - by Soren - 05-04-2015, 11:48 AM
RE: Where the Wild Things Are - by Aveira - 05-07-2015, 03:43 PM

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