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12-17-2012, 12:04 AM
What I "say", do, and think.
The main question on her mind was: "What is this place?" Eight months ago Ambrosine had crossed the Icy Path before losing her brother in the Marsh Forest. Now she was here. Why hadn't the ice come this far east? She quickly came to a pose of attention. Her neck and back arched, both ears perked forth, and eyes scanning the clearing with curiosity. It appeared that the snow here was just receding. "H-How is that possible?" Ambrosine said, stunned. Her usually calm mind came to a painful halt. This defies all the logic I've ever known. Amrbosine thought. She took a step forth and found her back, blue-hued hoof covered in wet snow. A snort of disgust left her. The snow had taken her family. Her loved ones. Her life. If this unknown place had long summer months and short winter ones she'd be very content with that. The quarter arabian mix continued to walk. Her neck was bowed and held the perfect dish of the arabian; her head too looked very arabian-like. The rest of her body had the frame of the quarter horse, but how she moved was all arabian. This insightful, and graceful filly's persona blossomed from her caring parents and the common owl she'd met back in the Mash. Joy filled her face again as the rays of summer emerged from the semi-clouded sky. Now where was she supposed to go. At this very moment in life Ambrosine would be content on living on her own here. She bent her head down - discarding the thought of any impediment danger - and started to nibble on the stocks of sweet grass. Her ever growing hunger needed to be sated, now. muse - 6 > 10 tag - free for all! amount of thoughts - four hundred and forty eight words ooc - welp. have at it. 83 |
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