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12-29-2012, 11:54 AM
This land was awfully unfamiliar... why was it so unfamiliar? It was indeed still part of Helovia, but Mystique had never been here before. The way the trees were angled among the grassy terrain, the strong smell of forest that scented the air, and woods that had absolutely no trails in them. What was this place? Its bewildering scenes surrounded her with the chatter of the forest. Slowly she walked taking in the beauty of the new Helovian land. As she looked up, the snow white filly’s orbs filled with the trees that reflected in her pupils. Her features lit up with awe and wonderment. She kind of wished that she had seen this place before when she was abandoned. It was peaceful and enchanting; nothing like the other places that she had seen before. It was almost like she was in a dream because there seemed to be no other horses there. Maybe she was the first one to step foot in this magical like land, but that came with good and bad. If she was to be the first one to step foot here, she did not know if there were any dangers of this place. Who knew what could be lurking around the corners or the bushes? She knew she was fast, but she could not fight if it came to that. She was to frail and small for that. Besides she was built for speed, not for fight.
Still walking on, she perused to see what the wonders of this place held. Her hooves placed on the rich soil, as she left unaware hoof print behind her. The sounds of chirping birds rang through her ears. They somewhat sounded like mocking birds, but there was only one was to find out. Pressing her pink soft lips together she whistled lightly a few notes. Waiting for a reply, she looked towards the tree tops. Moments went by, but there was not a sound of a bird chirping… just the sound of silence. Flickering her tail, Mystique figured that it was a dumb idea to do that. It could be any bird for crying out loud and the first one that came to her mind was a mocking bird. Suddenly, a piercing chirp of the same exact notes replied back. The air filled with her notes as a smile crept up her maw. She whinnied silently with joy as she walked forward hearing the sweet tune of her thought.
Soon enough the chirping had stopped. It was such an amazing moment for her, as she thought back to the perfect sound the birds made. Around the corner something shimmery caught her attention. She stopped in her tracks for a moment, but then realized that it was only a lake. As she approached it she noticed that is was crystal clear. Quenched, she drove her pinky muzzle into the water. A cool sensation trickled down her throat satisfying her. Feeling better she then realized that he reflection did not look like her. She had grown immensely and her coat had grown whiter than she remembered. Reaching down her muzzle touched the crisp water sending a few rings that rippled around the lake.
Still walking on, she perused to see what the wonders of this place held. Her hooves placed on the rich soil, as she left unaware hoof print behind her. The sounds of chirping birds rang through her ears. They somewhat sounded like mocking birds, but there was only one was to find out. Pressing her pink soft lips together she whistled lightly a few notes. Waiting for a reply, she looked towards the tree tops. Moments went by, but there was not a sound of a bird chirping… just the sound of silence. Flickering her tail, Mystique figured that it was a dumb idea to do that. It could be any bird for crying out loud and the first one that came to her mind was a mocking bird. Suddenly, a piercing chirp of the same exact notes replied back. The air filled with her notes as a smile crept up her maw. She whinnied silently with joy as she walked forward hearing the sweet tune of her thought.
Soon enough the chirping had stopped. It was such an amazing moment for her, as she thought back to the perfect sound the birds made. Around the corner something shimmery caught her attention. She stopped in her tracks for a moment, but then realized that it was only a lake. As she approached it she noticed that is was crystal clear. Quenched, she drove her pinky muzzle into the water. A cool sensation trickled down her throat satisfying her. Feeling better she then realized that he reflection did not look like her. She had grown immensely and her coat had grown whiter than she remembered. Reaching down her muzzle touched the crisp water sending a few rings that rippled around the lake.
