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[PRIVATE] Stormy-eyed and daily discontented.

Sheba Posts: 114
Outcast atk: 7 | def: 10 | dam: 3
Mare :: Unicorn :: 15 hh :: 13 :: Frostfall HP: 61 | Buff: NOVICE
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Sheba
another ticking bomb to bury deep and detonate

The birds were singing and the woodland creatures had come out of hiding: on this bright morning, it was clear that Birdsong was in full swing. As the sun shone down on all magnanimously, a light breeze cavorted its way across Helovia. Tumbling over the bigger trees, it darted through the Secret Grove, rippling the smooth surface of the pond and pushing back the hanging willow fronds to reveal the lone white figure beneath. The aged mare stirred, then opened rheumy eyes to the light of a new day. Outside of her shelter, chipmunks frolicked and wildflowers spread their petals, and the mare took it all in with a quiet sigh. Gods, how she hated spring.

 
Muttering darkly to herself, Sheba pushed past the clinging fingers of the willow and shuffled into the light to drink from the pond. She was careful to avoid the sight of her own reflection; she didn’t need another reminder this early in the morning about how ugly she was. Perhaps it wasn’t fair to say that she hated the season, but the wizened creature was very aware of the contrast between the world in bloom and herself most decidedly not. She would take the warmth of the sun on her back and would eat the new grass that nature had provided, but the sight of all this unattainable beauty left her with a rather sour taste in her mouth. Scowling at a baby rabbit, she displaced it from its hiding place in the green and ate her breakfast.
 
Despite the grove’s natural loveliness, Sheba found that it made a good place to pass the time. It was tranquil and still, and the cluster of willow trees provided not only shelter, but valuable privacy. Since patrolling here several days ago, the old gray mare had often returned to doze beneath their spreading branches. The whole place was a quiet refuge from the clamor of Helovia, away from the prying eyes and stupid chatter of the busybodies she detested. Aside from the occasional amorous couple who wandered through, she was left mainly to herself—and that was just the way she liked it. Good company was so hard to come by these days that Sheba had nearly given up on trying to find them.

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Stormy-eyed and daily discontented. - by Sheba - 09-08-2015, 05:25 PM

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