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03-31-2013, 11:41 PM
Navitas
A icy cold blast of wind funneled down the mountains and into the timeless forest below. Navitas stood in a small grove of poplar trees, her cream coloured banner floating carelessly in the wind. She had not explored this part of the forest yet, and wondered what the shadows of the forest hid from sight.
Navitas Lifted her onyx crown to scent the air; there was many scents here, but all of them were old and stale. It was not the scent that she was searching for. Navitas had not come across another equine for quite some time, and her solitary lifestyle was starting to bore her.
Ever since her parents had abandoned her in the storm, Navitas swore that she could lead a nomadic lifestyle. But recently she was yearning for some sort of contact with other. This type of behaviour was unusual because Navitas; she always thought that she was completely independent from herd life, and that she needed no one to survive. However, her opinion on herd life was changing and she wanting something to fill the loneliness.
The sun was slowly setting on the forest valley, the dying rays crept lower and lower to the moist earth. The rays cast orange and yellow hues on the forest, signifying that the day was at its end. Navitas knew that she had to find shelter before it got too dark since the predators of the night came out to stalk their next meal not soon after the sun went down.
Tossing her pearly brown tresses Navitas loped deeper into the lush undergrowth following faint call of birds. Everything around her had taken a magical quality to it, for some reason the femme was anticipating something. Though she did not know what that "something" was, she knew it would be detrimental to the rest to her life.
The dame picked up the pace when she saw a small clearing ahead. The grass reflected the sun making the ground turn a golden colour. The clearing was almost circular and was ringed by ancient trees, their branches swayed with the mountain air. Navitas wandered gracefully into the clearing, her footfalls not making a sound, and lowered her crown to graze.
ooc: I'm not that great at starting posts :P
Word count: 371
A icy cold blast of wind funneled down the mountains and into the timeless forest below. Navitas stood in a small grove of poplar trees, her cream coloured banner floating carelessly in the wind. She had not explored this part of the forest yet, and wondered what the shadows of the forest hid from sight.
Navitas Lifted her onyx crown to scent the air; there was many scents here, but all of them were old and stale. It was not the scent that she was searching for. Navitas had not come across another equine for quite some time, and her solitary lifestyle was starting to bore her.
Ever since her parents had abandoned her in the storm, Navitas swore that she could lead a nomadic lifestyle. But recently she was yearning for some sort of contact with other. This type of behaviour was unusual because Navitas; she always thought that she was completely independent from herd life, and that she needed no one to survive. However, her opinion on herd life was changing and she wanting something to fill the loneliness.
The sun was slowly setting on the forest valley, the dying rays crept lower and lower to the moist earth. The rays cast orange and yellow hues on the forest, signifying that the day was at its end. Navitas knew that she had to find shelter before it got too dark since the predators of the night came out to stalk their next meal not soon after the sun went down.
Tossing her pearly brown tresses Navitas loped deeper into the lush undergrowth following faint call of birds. Everything around her had taken a magical quality to it, for some reason the femme was anticipating something. Though she did not know what that "something" was, she knew it would be detrimental to the rest to her life.
The dame picked up the pace when she saw a small clearing ahead. The grass reflected the sun making the ground turn a golden colour. The clearing was almost circular and was ringed by ancient trees, their branches swayed with the mountain air. Navitas wandered gracefully into the clearing, her footfalls not making a sound, and lowered her crown to graze.
ooc: I'm not that great at starting posts :P
Word count: 371
