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Aquila
Webbed hooves left a trail of flat, circular prints behind the swaying barbed tail. But, more importantly, her hooves were sore. They were unused to such uneven surfaces and such dry earth for such long periods of time. Where was the water? The sand? The weightlessness to ease the ache on the cloven pads that were more adept at moving water than traversing rocks and forests.Yet she walked, only a scowl on her war-painted betraying the discomfort she felt— well, a deeper scowl than her usual glower. Large, fish-like eyes sweep in a continuous grid around her, mentally filling in a map of this new ‘Helovia.’ There were many trees. Tall trees with many branches, so many more than the fronds of palms; and with some with needles for leaves that further agitated her raw hooves.
But, strangely, the green trees morphed to red— and instantly her alarms raised. Red overhead was never a good omen; it reminded her of the fatal red tides that poisoned otherwise delicious fish. And the unsuspecting foal that had wandered through the deadly crimson water…
A brief shake of her ridged head brought her attentions back to the present. And she found herself staring down at a ruby-stained reflection. Her skin, dried to ashy hues from her long stint out of the water, begged to immerse in the liquid. But there was something just not quite right about this place…
Casting a glance towards the canopy, which dyed the weak light scarlet, a low growl escaped her throat as indecision warred.
But, in the end, her dry scales won. Stiffly she lowered her forelimbs down the steep banks, rising to her knees in the bloody waters, which was frigid. Scaled ears flicked uneasily, before she lowered her haunches into the pool. A surprised, short nicker escaped her as her forehand found the extraordinary steep drop-off to the shockingly deep pool… which seems to pull her further and deeper…
A squeal and a splash of bloody waters brought her back near the banks— though her hooves still treaded water where she was sure there had been shallows just before. Too late, she thought against breathing in the water through her gills. Damn.
"... in a single day and night of misfortune, the island of Atlantis disappeared into the depths of the sea."
ooc| open to anyone! I've been neglecting her too long.
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