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02-17-2016, 01:12 AM
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R asta Clipped wings, I was a broken thing || Had a voice, had a voice but I could not sing
Rasta wasn’t quite certain how well this situation would go. After all, she was about a season late on her promise to Cera. Give her till the middle of Orangemoon. Yes. That was when she had said. Now, though, it was almost the middle of Frostfall, and she was only just beginning to come up to the border which Gaucho had told her he had blown up so many seasons back. At the time, she had thought him to be kidding, but he had said he would do it for the protection of the herd. And, well, to be honest, not allowing those without wings in (without, what she assumed had to be some secret passageway somewhere) would be one of the best ways to do it. Ettore flashed an image of the now-isolated-Throat to Rasta as she pulled up to the water’s edge. Her hooves rested against the chilly waters, but she didn’t dare to step into them. Not only did she not know just how cold it could get, but the deepness was most certainly in question. So, she allowed herself to wait there in the midday sun as Ettore flew across the border to try and see if he could spot Cera nearby. He dare not fly too far within the herd lands, but on the off chance that he could find the painted stag just within he knew that his presence would be the most reassuring for Rasta. Of course, she didn’t know how well Gaucho would take to welcoming her back. She had spoken out against him in the past, but now… now she just wanted a home. This… this herd land, it was the closest place that she could think of finding one anymore. She's going to switch herds, if she is allowed to join ^^ - @Cera |
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Mystified, just spinning 'round in circles
Drowning in the silent screaming with nothing left to say
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Mystified, just spinning 'round in circles
Drowning in the silent screaming with nothing left to say
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