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02-21-2013, 01:05 PM
She wasn't able to help but smile. New place, new start. The wind was hitting hard, and some tiny little voice in her head was saying "Yes Adri, this is comfortable. Keep yourself here." Sunlight was peaking through the trees, hitting her white back with a burning feeling as it heated up her skin. A scowl spread across her face, blue eyes looking dead at the Sun through the canopy of tree branches. It was hot here, here that was for sure. Something in her heart, if you considered the dead pit of hatred in her chest a heart, longed for the cool relief of the night. The trees grew upwards toward the sky, dwarfing her in their wake. They blocked out what they could of the Sun, allowing some type of relief. Birds of the season moved throughout them, but as she caught them, they quickly left her view. It seemed they cared as much of her as she did of them.
A breeze struck her, black mane and tail moving with it. A knot in her tail slapped her leg as the breeze dissipated, and was quickly answered with a frown. It showed up as a lump in the black mass, and as much as she tried, that wasn't going to come out. She looked over her pelt, making sure her white coat was still clean. It passed inspection as she knew it would, the black spots only on her face, front legs, and upper neck having not to be needed to be checked. Dirt never showed up on them for reasons.
Further ahead she found a place where she would take a chance to sit back and relax, maybe come across another soul as she guessed others came here for. Or was it just the fact that it was the gateway to come to this place before you went anywhere else? Having mind set on one thing she wanted to get done, she collected her gait up to a trot, making her body sway with each stride.
Within her mind, she saw herself as a graceful creature, not a mix of different anything just happened to be within her family. Small strands of what might be called light feathering hung as thin white lace over over her black hooves. Grass rubbed up against them, creating a small breeze to her feet. At the moment of her abrupt stop, stop a quick glance around made sure she wasn't going to be disturbed. In a moment of relief, she let a sigh escape her lips. Calm fell over her like a soothing blanket, causing her to let her muscles relax. Her pale blue eyes kept open, making sure none came upon her. She still had her spite, and commonly used it as a weapon. She had armed herself, and what came upon should be aware she was something to fear.
A breeze struck her, black mane and tail moving with it. A knot in her tail slapped her leg as the breeze dissipated, and was quickly answered with a frown. It showed up as a lump in the black mass, and as much as she tried, that wasn't going to come out. She looked over her pelt, making sure her white coat was still clean. It passed inspection as she knew it would, the black spots only on her face, front legs, and upper neck having not to be needed to be checked. Dirt never showed up on them for reasons.
Further ahead she found a place where she would take a chance to sit back and relax, maybe come across another soul as she guessed others came here for. Or was it just the fact that it was the gateway to come to this place before you went anywhere else? Having mind set on one thing she wanted to get done, she collected her gait up to a trot, making her body sway with each stride.
Within her mind, she saw herself as a graceful creature, not a mix of different anything just happened to be within her family. Small strands of what might be called light feathering hung as thin white lace over over her black hooves. Grass rubbed up against them, creating a small breeze to her feet. At the moment of her abrupt stop, stop a quick glance around made sure she wasn't going to be disturbed. In a moment of relief, she let a sigh escape her lips. Calm fell over her like a soothing blanket, causing her to let her muscles relax. Her pale blue eyes kept open, making sure none came upon her. She still had her spite, and commonly used it as a weapon. She had armed herself, and what came upon should be aware she was something to fear.
