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06-16-2015, 12:12 AM
G L A S G O W It had been a few days since the pale vixen had found home in the Edge. Thankful to have food in her stomach and a place of refuge to keep her mind at ease was the most refreshing instance the mare had encountered in the last few years of wandering. She often didn’t sleep well, but she did try to keep busy with different tasks to keep her mind from remembering her haunting nightmares. From what the mare had seen from the meeting, she was quite different than the others. However, she also felt like she was older and potentially learned and thrived on her past experiences. Perhaps they would help her in the future? Her glazed orbs danced across the icy features of the Edge. It reminded her of home with the bitter chill of winter, however that was the only thing that did so thankfully. Glasgow began to move in a direction, quite aimless. Her mind curiously taking in each of the features she saw blanketed in the white phantom of snow. After awhile of trudging in random directions, she stumbled upon a pale creature much like herself. White, however taller than her. Glas took a few steps forward but watched a bit off in the distance. Glassy blue eyes watching the creature almost lifeless as it pushed up against the broken glass wall. It seemed almost relative to her, the glass shattered. One look at Glasgow and those would know that she could probably resemble that very wall. She waited a few moments before stepping in closer to the creature. Glasgow’s bones creaking lightly with her age and experiences. Winter probably didn’t help much either. “It’s a curious thing how mirrors can make one feel.” Her voice cracking in random spots. She hadn’t spoken since the meeting when she congratulated the new leaders. She wasn’t really sure how long it had been. She was beginning to feel quite old, however. With her speech, her scars that lined her mouths twitched lightly with the movement. Her scarred over glazed eyes watching the pale creature curiously, awaiting to see if she would be frightened by her presence. Strangers always were frightened. OOC: @[Elsa] @[Tembovu] I FORGOT IM SO SORRY Dx |
