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Letha Where will I find peace other than in oblivion?
Letha had not strayed very far from the sides of her parents since the downfall of her birthplace. She did not quite understand what was happening, but she knew they needed to leave and find somewhere else to live. She understood the anxiety her parents felt when they stood over her sleepy, tired body. They flinched at all of the noises in the darkness that might cause her harm, although the growing filly could not hear the noises herself. The anxiety that radiated off of them in that time made the filly aware that she was not supposed to wander now.
So, she followed obediently. Her tall, spindly legs carried her behind Dragomir without much prompt from her mind. Instead, she was enthralled by the beauty of everything they passed. While other children might find fear clutching their breast at the sight of the misty wood, Letha was drawn to it. Everything in it was beautiful--the things she both could and could not see. The mist that twisted around her hooves delighted her, and she danced in it behind the massive figure of her step-father. The youngling twisted her body and trotted, kicking at the mist as if it was playing back against her like another foal would. The joy was vibrant in her eyes as she danced, and she turned toward her mother. The filly reared and spread her tiny, useless wings. Harmless hooves struck out at the golden painted woman, her lifegiver, enticing her to dance.
They stood there for quite a while, Letha dancing like the ignorant child she was in the eerily beautiful mists. She did not hear the others approach, but she felt their presence and saw them as they came upon the trio. The girl's dancing ceased and she stood sandwiched between Dragomir and Ranjiri, her sentinels. Ocean blue eyes examined those that drew near, and as the mare with the most aggressive intent made her distrust known, Letha sucked in a breathe and nearly leapt beneath the towering, strong frame of Dragomir, her eyes shooting up to her mother. Fight her, Ma. Her eyes pleaded. |
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[OPEN] The Lunar Pull
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02-03-2017, 09:31 PM
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The Lunar Pull - by Dragomir - 01-23-2017, 01:31 PM
RE: The Lunar Pull - by Yael - 01-29-2017, 07:49 PM
RE: The Lunar Pull - by Lyanna - 01-30-2017, 09:44 AM
RE: The Lunar Pull - by Nitika - 01-30-2017, 11:27 AM
RE: The Lunar Pull - by Letha - 02-03-2017, 09:31 PM
RE: The Lunar Pull - by Dragomir - 02-07-2017, 11:59 AM
RE: The Lunar Pull - by Ranjiri - 02-07-2017, 02:04 PM
RE: The Lunar Pull - by Yael - 02-07-2017, 06:37 PM
RE: The Lunar Pull - by Roskuld - 02-07-2017, 09:22 PM
RE: The Lunar Pull - by Nitika - 02-08-2017, 01:15 AM
RE: The Lunar Pull - by Lyanna - 02-08-2017, 11:12 AM
RE: The Lunar Pull - by Yael - 02-09-2017, 10:23 PM
RE: The Lunar Pull - by Dragomir - 02-15-2017, 09:32 AM
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