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09-24-2012, 01:04 PM
(OOC: I've no table yet, but I'll soon be fixing that with a basic one.)
It wasn't as if she was doing anything wrong, but Azeen was nervous. Her long legs went along awkwardly, walking with sharp jerks like youths did, in a way that only adults seemed to notice and foals were oblivious to. Her large eyes gazed at the greenery about her, curious in all things. What was in this land? Was she in a completely different place from before? The land had forced her to walk this way, so she could only assume she walked through some kind of mountain pass. Still, she had never seen a mountain so green. Perhaps she had already gone by it already.
Azeen was a filly who was obviously maybe 5 or six months old. She didn't look to be getting too big, as far as adults went, though her fleabitten coat naturally made her look bigger than she was. Settled on her back was a set of cherub wings, their tops fluffed with down and their size almost comical in comparison to her. On their tips was the only solid black that graced her features.
Though young, the youth was somehow without a mare. No adult walked with her, and while this might worry some, it didn't even cross her mind. She had been weaned earlier than most youths should be, and the lack of parents pretty much all her life was not only perplexing, it was a miracle. After all, how had she managed to survive all this time? Even more confusing was her utter lack of knowledge about parents, something which caused her ignorance to extend into all matters.
Curious, but excited, the youth bound forward, her wide eyes- one blue, and one brown- gazing at everything. With a sudden burst of energy, she tore into a gallop, throwing her back and neck into it as she raced across the grass, weaving through the trees at what she thought was a clever pace. Dodging too close to a tree, however, her hoof caught on the bark, and she was sent tumbling eventually landing on her side, her legs all tangled up.
"Dang it." Azeen sighed, trying to pull her legs apart so she could stand again, though she knew she was tired. "I don't know whether I should do it more to learn, or stop trying!"
It wasn't as if she was doing anything wrong, but Azeen was nervous. Her long legs went along awkwardly, walking with sharp jerks like youths did, in a way that only adults seemed to notice and foals were oblivious to. Her large eyes gazed at the greenery about her, curious in all things. What was in this land? Was she in a completely different place from before? The land had forced her to walk this way, so she could only assume she walked through some kind of mountain pass. Still, she had never seen a mountain so green. Perhaps she had already gone by it already.
Azeen was a filly who was obviously maybe 5 or six months old. She didn't look to be getting too big, as far as adults went, though her fleabitten coat naturally made her look bigger than she was. Settled on her back was a set of cherub wings, their tops fluffed with down and their size almost comical in comparison to her. On their tips was the only solid black that graced her features.
Though young, the youth was somehow without a mare. No adult walked with her, and while this might worry some, it didn't even cross her mind. She had been weaned earlier than most youths should be, and the lack of parents pretty much all her life was not only perplexing, it was a miracle. After all, how had she managed to survive all this time? Even more confusing was her utter lack of knowledge about parents, something which caused her ignorance to extend into all matters.
Curious, but excited, the youth bound forward, her wide eyes- one blue, and one brown- gazing at everything. With a sudden burst of energy, she tore into a gallop, throwing her back and neck into it as she raced across the grass, weaving through the trees at what she thought was a clever pace. Dodging too close to a tree, however, her hoof caught on the bark, and she was sent tumbling eventually landing on her side, her legs all tangled up.
"Dang it." Azeen sighed, trying to pull her legs apart so she could stand again, though she knew she was tired. "I don't know whether I should do it more to learn, or stop trying!"
