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[OPEN] Pounding sand, rolling rocks.

Isopia the Mountain That Knows Posts: 780
Dragon's Throat Apostle atk: 6.5 | def: 10 | dam: 8.0
Mare :: Tribrid :: 18hh :: 3 - is now aging slowly HP: 90 | Buff: NUMB
Hubris :: Royal Bronze Dragon :: Shock Breath & Frost Breath & Babel :: Royal Gold Dragon :: Fire Breath Odd
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the girl.


[Iso is gathering rocks for her sekrit hot-tub. :D]

She had a plan. The designs were already drawn up in her mind, now she just needed to execute them. In order to make a pit large enough, she would either need to start digging, or find Volterra ... She assumed that, regardless of how large Helovia was, finding the colt and his bloody companion would be far easier than trying to move such a substantial amount of earth herself. That could come later - it would make sense to have as many things in place before she went to find him as she could. Besides, the chill in the air told her that she ought to get a move on sooner rather than later.

So, through the lush river valleys that broke apart her new home, Iso set out.

Looking for rocks.

They needed to be flat and relatively large, which meant when she found one which suited her purpose, it took quite a while to roll it back to the clearing where she was currently building her hut (although at the moment only the foundation was complete). It was a long and labour-heavy task, but the girl didn't mind. It gave her body something to do while her mind wandered. Her body - which now had had enough of a growth spurt as to render just about anyone who had seen her even a month prior, speechless, was huge. She towered above almost everyone, on limbs which seemed impossibly long. Her blood splattered coat had grown in thicker than her foal coat had, but still displayed the same maroon blood marks over a cream canvas that she had been horn with. Her four horns had grown, sharpened, and strengthened, while her thick locks of russet and black stretched down to her shoulders, and to her ankles.

The earth-child worked diligently through the day, gathering and rolling rocks back to her secret meadow to line the bed of what would soon become an un-naturally occurring hot spring.





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Messages In This Thread
Pounding sand, rolling rocks. - by Isopia - 05-26-2015, 03:41 PM
RE: Pounding sand, rolling rocks. - by Bellisma - 05-26-2015, 09:02 PM
RE: Pounding sand, rolling rocks. - by Isopia - 05-29-2015, 11:52 AM
RE: Pounding sand, rolling rocks. - by Bellisma - 05-31-2015, 07:18 PM
RE: Pounding sand, rolling rocks. - by Isopia - 06-01-2015, 10:41 AM
RE: Pounding sand, rolling rocks. - by Bellisma - 06-05-2015, 08:35 AM
RE: Pounding sand, rolling rocks. - by Isopia - 06-08-2015, 03:59 PM
RE: Pounding sand, rolling rocks. - by Bellisma - 06-16-2015, 11:03 PM
RE: Pounding sand, rolling rocks. - by Isopia - 06-21-2015, 01:08 PM

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