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03-08-2013, 06:44 PM
Soft lips curve into an elegant smile. My black body moves with profound grace, feeling the soft and fleeting world beneath me fade. I take flight, my wings the color of bright sunflowers taking me to new heights in this world. I travel a few feet above the air, flapping my large wings to keep my even larger body afloat. I feel my golden feathers touch the sky, skimming past clouds and cool air that pushes me further upward. The sun shines on my ebony skin, and I feel the heat of the summer sun stretch its tendrils around me. The air is crisp and clear, the oxygen coming into my lungs easily.
I fly, racing the clouds and the summer sun. Thor has disappeared from my mind, and I don’t see him flying next to me. He crosses my mind, but only for a brief moment. I find a spot, and I glide down slowly. I hit the ground, touching soft mud. My black hooves turn brown, and I stand in a muddied area. A dark forest surrounds it, and I feel that there is an eerie peace about this place. I travel further, and on my right I see a lake. I stand there for a moment, and no a single ripple occurs. Nothing moves that I can see, and the lake too looks dead. There are no birds chirping, no small mammals making noises.
I shiver, suddenly getting the feeling of being watched. I wonder if this place is where the dead lurk, haunting those that come here, trying to reach out to them to pay for the sins of their past. I smell nothing but mud and dirty water, and decaying things all around. I look up, seeing clouds have formed over where I am.
I shiver once more, feeling uneasy now. I’m wondering if this child is coming to see me, coming to get me. It was my fault it was unborn, or at least I think it is. Why would it be Angora’s fault? I’m unsure that is it her first child, but she surely couldn’t have been the cause. Even though she didn’t want the child, having a child must be important to a mare, and they must feel some responsibility towards taking care of it.
I feel myself panic, and I run, tucking my wings underneath me. Suddenly, mist forms. I hear a voice, the voice of a girl. I start to panic more, and I’m sweating as I run again. I trip on something, a small rock, and I fall, landing face first in some mud then cold, hard ground. I sit there, no mist around me, but I’m afraid to get up. I call for her, though I’m unsure if she will here me. I know today is the day we meet for the spar, but I’m afraid to be alone anymore. I need her.
“Angora…Angora. ANGORA!”
[OCC: Takes place in Spectral Marsh, midday, cloudy weather. This spar is a teaching spar for Angora, because she doesn't know how to fight. No magic or companions. This fight will take 4 posts, one opening attack and closing defense from whoever starts the battle, which you can take if you wish. Good luck dear!]
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