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11-24-2015, 06:05 PM
The sun had sunk and night now claimed the land in it's dark embrace. She'd not long been a member of The Edge when the desire to once again wonder into the wilds claimed her. The doe was dressed in her usual attire; a ruby pendant hanging around her neck, a metal acorn charm sitting beside it and a bright red and black feather attached to a few hairs behind her left ear. The white and golden griffin glided along beside her, now far too large to actually lay upon her shoulders or withers. As she wondered through the dark Thistle Meadow a tune wove it's way out of her lips and spread across the land. It was a much happier tune than she was used to humming. Perhaps things really where looking up for her, perhaps she ought to begin the hunt for the winged mare who attempted to steal her possessions one night. The doe was not angry, she'd lived through far to much pain and hardship to truly feel slighted by an other's attempt to steal away a possession of hers. No, she merely wished to warn the mare. No longer was she a part of the wilds, now she had officially joined The Edge and the silver doe highly doubted they would appreciate one of it's member's items being stolen. Still, the doe pondered as she wove her way through the meadow, as one who had stolen things from others perhaps she ought to give me mare a few tips about stealing successfully. The thought made her chuckle. Turning to face the direction in which The Edge lay, Arah smiled softly. "Our new home is pretty, no?" She spoke softly to Wynter. In response her companion merely landed beside her and gazed in the same direction. Then, after ruffling her feathers, the griffin turned and strolled away as if completely unimpressed by the sight. Chuckling Arah also turned and allowed her pale companion to lead her further into the night. Arah
I hope all will be well.
We must be patient; but I cannot choose but weep to think they would lay him i' th' cold ground. |
@Mesec - I suck at starting posts.
And I ain't afraid to die, I’m afraid of going to hell.
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