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10-14-2012, 08:15 PM
 A sheet of mottled silver slid through the barren, ivory world. Skin clung against bone, looking for the nourishment that clearly wasn't there. The hot-blooded mare's body was not built for Frostfall in the wilderness, and her overly lithe form made it obvious. Hers was a body made to run in the burning sun, not to trudge through heavy snows in the depths of empty forests. Dull saphire orbs fell lazily over the surroundings, each bony tree blending into the next, until the wood became just a pale blur in the girl's eyes. What couldn't be seen within them was the steady anger, a slow resentment fueled by a forgotten soul. She'd went from being a beloved friend and champion into a nobody. No one knew her in this land, and it seemed that every attempt to socialize had only met her with cold words. Every stallion she'd met either seemed to look at her with disapproval or end up running away. She'd even been attacked by another mare, a striped harlot, while running in the Olympic games. Even there she could not succeed, and was left behind to spend Frostfall alone like some infectious creature. She didn't see her own sleek beauty anymore, though it still lingered in the grace of her gaits and the quality of her breeding. The thoughts of her encounter in the Frostbreath Steppe were stewing in her ravaged mind. The unicorns who had spoken so rudely to her had been a wake up call, in their own way. What reason had they to treat a lady so disgracefully? Were the species she once thought mystical really just tainted? [ooc: Ricochet first. Then others may join in ;} ] |
