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03-13-2013, 08:42 AM
Stepping into the woods before her, Fiska could not help but feel that something was different. Perhaps it was how old this place clearly was, or perhaps it was that after running for so long she had finally decided to stop runnning and settle down, but something had changed. But she did not enter the woods as a frisky filly might, throwing herself into the unknown. Instead, she hesitated, looked back for a moment. She could never go back after what she had done, just as she couldn't afford to let herself relive that moment that had changed everything again. She had killed her brother, her parents would kill her if they ever found her, and she needed to accept that she would never be the horse she had once dreamed of being.
As such, it was slowly that the chocolate-coated femme moved through the ancient trunks, dwarfed by their height. A long mane flowed gently down her neck and despite a stocky build a wise stallion would see her beauty. She did not perhaps have the poise and grace that a lighter built filly might, but she was strong and sure in herself, not to mention she was smart. At least in her own mind. In truth, she was wiser than many of her age but she was not smart - she was manipulative. But even she could not escape the foolishness that the right words could bring out in a young filly. Flattery, it seemed, was her greatest weakness.
In time, she became less nervous as she realised that what lay before her was opportunity - a chance to forge a new path, to settle down with a herd and work her way into power. After all, she had never forgotten the teachings of her father. Strength and power were the way forwards, and the sun and moon gods could give her that. She paused, closing her eyes for a second before continuing onwards in an attempt to find someone, anyone. She had been alone for long enough, what she craved more than anything was company.
Loosing patience in her search she stopped, sighing. "A world of opportunity..." she said, more to herself than to anyone else.
As such, it was slowly that the chocolate-coated femme moved through the ancient trunks, dwarfed by their height. A long mane flowed gently down her neck and despite a stocky build a wise stallion would see her beauty. She did not perhaps have the poise and grace that a lighter built filly might, but she was strong and sure in herself, not to mention she was smart. At least in her own mind. In truth, she was wiser than many of her age but she was not smart - she was manipulative. But even she could not escape the foolishness that the right words could bring out in a young filly. Flattery, it seemed, was her greatest weakness.
In time, she became less nervous as she realised that what lay before her was opportunity - a chance to forge a new path, to settle down with a herd and work her way into power. After all, she had never forgotten the teachings of her father. Strength and power were the way forwards, and the sun and moon gods could give her that. She paused, closing her eyes for a second before continuing onwards in an attempt to find someone, anyone. She had been alone for long enough, what she craved more than anything was company.
Loosing patience in her search she stopped, sighing. "A world of opportunity..." she said, more to herself than to anyone else.
