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10-16-2012, 08:51 PM
Hooves of ink softly trudged through the snow, leaving behind prints of white rather than a matching ebony. Sliding upward from the ground, trailing over legs of matching hues of pitch and suddenly a shift in color to one similar to that of warm sunlight, a weary mare was made known as she kept her limbs beneath her wide-ribbed diaphragm moving at a steady pace. Unfortunately for her, that pace that she was trying so hard to keep set was slowly dwindling down, and soon enough she was going to find herself at a standstill beneath the falling flakes of frozen water. It was nearly pointless for her to keep moving at such a rate, anyways. It's not like she knew where she was, where she was going. No, Pebble Eye wasn't exactly sure what this place was. She just knew that somehow she had ended up in this freezing mass of trees, and that she had no clue how to get out.
Tendrils of opaque white whistled out from inside her wide nostrils as she continued on. Again, it occurred to her that there was really no reason for her to be traveling like this. Honestly, it felt as if she was simply going in circles, being surrounded by trees for so long. It was becoming routine, looking down and seeing white, looking up and seeing white with hints of brown peeking out from behind, looking everywhere and seeing white. It all looked the same. Progress? Was she making progress? Who knew. In a place like this, it seemed as if progress was more than simply in arm's reach. A sigh of frustration escaped her lungs as she flicked her tail irritably. This was pointless, this was pointless, this was- Hold up. Pebble Eye stopped dead in her tracks, black-tipped ears swiveling forward as she let her odd eyes scan over her new discovery. The pegasus was relieved, if anything, to have found this little... Group. Perhaps they would be able to help her.
There was reason to be wary, though. Who knew what these... Oh, how many were there... Pebble Eye quickly counted the number of bodies that were huddled together a distance away from her. Five. There were five in total. Who knew what these five horses were up to. And it appeared that three were stallions, and only two were mares. Apart from that, the entire party consisted of ordinary equines other than one, who just so happened to be a winged-creature like she. The buckskin mare watched them for a second, simply scoping out how they interacted with each other, what the whole situation was. The mares were on the ground, the winged one appearing to comfort the other, while the stallions were looking down upon the two. Curiosity began to burn inside as would a newly kindled fire, and the warmly colored mare began to inch her way closer. Her height was a bit of an issue, although it was one that was easily overlooked. Pebble Eye grew closer to the five others, white residue beginning to build up in her blackened mane and tail as she neared them. After a few steps of surprising confidence, she suddenly paused and looked at them again, wondering if this truly was a good idea or not. If it wasn't, well... It was too late for that now, the pegasus had definitely made herself known.
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Tendrils of opaque white whistled out from inside her wide nostrils as she continued on. Again, it occurred to her that there was really no reason for her to be traveling like this. Honestly, it felt as if she was simply going in circles, being surrounded by trees for so long. It was becoming routine, looking down and seeing white, looking up and seeing white with hints of brown peeking out from behind, looking everywhere and seeing white. It all looked the same. Progress? Was she making progress? Who knew. In a place like this, it seemed as if progress was more than simply in arm's reach. A sigh of frustration escaped her lungs as she flicked her tail irritably. This was pointless, this was pointless, this was- Hold up. Pebble Eye stopped dead in her tracks, black-tipped ears swiveling forward as she let her odd eyes scan over her new discovery. The pegasus was relieved, if anything, to have found this little... Group. Perhaps they would be able to help her.
There was reason to be wary, though. Who knew what these... Oh, how many were there... Pebble Eye quickly counted the number of bodies that were huddled together a distance away from her. Five. There were five in total. Who knew what these five horses were up to. And it appeared that three were stallions, and only two were mares. Apart from that, the entire party consisted of ordinary equines other than one, who just so happened to be a winged-creature like she. The buckskin mare watched them for a second, simply scoping out how they interacted with each other, what the whole situation was. The mares were on the ground, the winged one appearing to comfort the other, while the stallions were looking down upon the two. Curiosity began to burn inside as would a newly kindled fire, and the warmly colored mare began to inch her way closer. Her height was a bit of an issue, although it was one that was easily overlooked. Pebble Eye grew closer to the five others, white residue beginning to build up in her blackened mane and tail as she neared them. After a few steps of surprising confidence, she suddenly paused and looked at them again, wondering if this truly was a good idea or not. If it wasn't, well... It was too late for that now, the pegasus had definitely made herself known.
((Hope you don't mind me jumping in!))
