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03-24-2013, 08:13 AM
A day had passed since her meeting with the assassins leader, Ignita, and her acceptance into the group and now knowing the task at hand she had wandered away from the impressive ice arch and out onto icy plains. The cold still bothered her, and stepping from the arch she had felt the cold air coil around her - not that it had not been cold in the arch itself, but it was at least a little warmer than the open. But she had carried on her path, determined not to let a little thing like temperature stop her.
The filly was a dark mark against the white of the ice, her chocolate coat not blending with the environment at all. But she did not care if she were spotted - if there was even anyone out here to spot her out here. She wasn't trying to hide, and her body was not built for sneaking around anyway. Ice clung to the feathering of her hooves as she progressed but much of the land looked the same, except in the distance - that was her destination. While few would choose to live out on the icy plains the rock formations which had began to take shape would offer shelter from the cold.
Even as she passed the first she noticed the temperature rise but a little and soon her eyes set upon a very strange sight indeed - trees. She hadn't expected to find trees out here, but here they wre. Stunted, yes, but alive and around their bases grass grew. She moved over, taking a mouthful and chewing as she lifted her head again, glancing around with bright golden eyes. Was there anybody out here? Maybe not... The little grass there was would not be enough to sustain anyone for a long period of time.
The filly was a dark mark against the white of the ice, her chocolate coat not blending with the environment at all. But she did not care if she were spotted - if there was even anyone out here to spot her out here. She wasn't trying to hide, and her body was not built for sneaking around anyway. Ice clung to the feathering of her hooves as she progressed but much of the land looked the same, except in the distance - that was her destination. While few would choose to live out on the icy plains the rock formations which had began to take shape would offer shelter from the cold.
Even as she passed the first she noticed the temperature rise but a little and soon her eyes set upon a very strange sight indeed - trees. She hadn't expected to find trees out here, but here they wre. Stunted, yes, but alive and around their bases grass grew. She moved over, taking a mouthful and chewing as she lifted her head again, glancing around with bright golden eyes. Was there anybody out here? Maybe not... The little grass there was would not be enough to sustain anyone for a long period of time.
