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Open your wings and fly...
"(OOC: Awesome Xanthos gave me a table, thank you Xanthos!)
Sploosh, sploosh, sploosh
The dappled mare stopped walking and looked around at this new territory she’d found, she lurched forward attempting to take another step when she jerked to another stop and looked down at her feet. Her hooves were burried in thick black muck which is covered deceptively beneeth a layer of snow, seemed to want to engulf her legs. Her normally white feathering is caked in mud, Naurista frowned, not that the filth coating her hooves and fur was much of a bother. But it seems impossble to move! What if something came after her? Would she be able to get air-borne?
SHHPLOCH! She lift her leg, the muck sucking at her hoof, trying to keep it locked to the ground. She set that leg down in front of her and watched it sink deeper than last time in the mud. Naurista let out a sight and looked up to the sky. It’s a beautiful day outside, no doubt. The weather is warm and gorgeous! But the melting of the snow saterated earth with water turning it into a thick, sticky soup. And this place is new to her, she didn’t know the name of it… all the more reason to be cautious.
Her eyes studied the horizone, it seemed empty.. quiet. She hoped so. But she still wanted to get out of this mud…
Splooch. Splooch.. Splooch… SPLOOCH…. SPLOOCH.
Naurista snorted, that noise! This mud! Naurista glared with irritation as she listened to the mud molest her feet unwillingly as she moved. She had to get out, she picked up her feet and pushed herself to begin trotting through the mud at a steady pace. Kicking up mud chunks in all directions as she went along. Inebidably a large chunk of mud struck her on the side of her face, and unfortunately splattered into her eye.
”AAAAAAGGGHHHHH!” Naurista screamed in both rage and pain, tossing her head and rearing up trying to get the mud out of her eye. She opened those giant wings of hers and began flapping them violently, the air hummed around her.
Foosh! Foosh! Foosh!
As she stood up higher and thrashed around in her tempertantrum she lost her footing in the mud and she fell over backwards, landing in the mud, splattering it everywhere.
And then there she lay… back down in the mud, her legs curled up above her… her wings spread about across the muddy field. Covered in mud.
”I suppose I deserved that…” She spoke softly, settling down."
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