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[OPEN] Breathe Again [Any]

Sheba Posts: 114
Outcast atk: 7 | def: 10 | dam: 3
Mare :: Unicorn :: 15 hh :: 13 :: Frostfall HP: 61 | Buff: NOVICE
Minou :: Ocelot :: Sing Shady
#3
Though you couldn’t say you were truly well, this place had been good to you. Ever since the mysterious mare had somehow transported you here, you’d had no way of getting off of the island. With no choice but to stay, the mild winter slowly had allowed your body to recuperate, and you’d even managed to put a little meat on your sunken ribs. You still wheezed with age and ached with the arthritis prematurely induced by the fiery god’s curse, but your ancestors had been built for this kind of environment. Basking in the weak winter sun, you felt more comfortable than you had in months. 

Still unsure of where exactly you were and how you’d gotten here, you’d taken to wandering the Throat. You had seen several inhabitants milling about, but in this state, you preferred to keep your distance. Unless they were imperative to your survival, you had little interest in approaching any—for the moment, at least. Rostislav’s words still echoed in the back of your mind, and you were slowly coming to accept that he might be right: perhaps old Fireball was a creature of his word, and there was a way out of this body after all. Convincing someone to be your friend couldn’t be that bad, could it? You were sure there were plenty of types out there with a savior complex who’d just love to throw their over-inflated convictions of self-righteousness at your decrepit old self; you’d already run into two last winter. But the thought of their pity sickened you, for even in a fake friendship, your pride could not suffer that indignity. So, for the time being, you remained alone.
 
Wandering the desert in this manner, you had spotted the young pegasus stallion early this morning. He had caught your attention with the fire he had built—something unusual, in any case. Your vision was not as sharp as it used to be, so drawing as close as you dared, you had settled on a dune far away enough to prevent interaction but close enough to observe. And as the well began to rise from the sand, Cera had your full attention.

You watched greedily as the metal twisted and torqued over the fire, eyes soaking up its bright glint and caressing its smooth curve. The work of a craftsman had always been one of the few weaknesses you admitted to your self, and though you were much changed from the mare you had been when you had watched Dragomir create your baubles in the Edge, your love for the art remained.  Drunk on fascination and pulled by the lure of shining metal, you slowly inched closer, careful not to disturb the master at work. 

When he was satisfied with his creation, the young stallion appeared exhausted, flopping over in the red sand. Encouraged by his obvious inability to disturb you, you drew near to inspect the well. The craftsmanship is obvious, and though your personal preference lies with trinkets and pretty things of the smaller variety, you cannot deny the great skill that has gone into the structure. “This is…nice,” you murmur in his general direction, nodding at the well. For his sake, you hope he can take a compliment. 

Before he can answer, a rustle of feathers reaches your ears, and your eyes dart up to see another pegasus drop from the sky. You aren't exactly pleased by her arrival, but the well keeps you here. You suppose it would be best to keep things civil though, so you do your best to manage a pleasant(ish) nod. Hello to her too, you guess.

OOC: oh look, a wild Sheba appears...with a desire to join society?
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Messages In This Thread
Breathe Again [Any] - by Cera - 08-16-2015, 11:31 PM
RE: Breathe Again [Any] - by Megaera - 08-17-2015, 01:44 AM
RE: Breathe Again [Any] - by Sheba - 08-17-2015, 01:58 AM
RE: Breathe Again [Any] - by Cera - 09-01-2015, 03:47 PM
RE: Breathe Again [Any] - by Sheba - 09-04-2015, 03:43 PM

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