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04-04-2013, 03:40 PM
 THE PLAGUE
Snö
Morning. The sun was rising swiftly, a pale yellow disc, bleeding out ungracefully over the black sky quickly turning bruised purple around its brightness. Stars, thickets of them, poured out over the ebony velvet, glittering brightly, only slightly dimmed by the dawn's light.
It was a bitterly cold morning, already only a week into Orangemoon, the grass yellowing under her cloven hooves. It was high afternoon, bright, and still Snö was marveling at her baby brother's return. Still she regretted the runt returning from wherever he had been, but she may be able to make some use of him. How, she didn't know. It was another case of confusion to her. What she did know, however, was that Valentine needed guarding until she could put him into one of the cells with golden gates, and she could eat and rest peacefully. As she grazed, steadfastly ignoring the world around her, her thoughts were running. First, over Mauja and her's talking, and then to their spar. Snö recalled with a slight smile of Mauja wanting to return to the Edge as well. It felt her feel more... like she was actually related to him. Who knew that her and the Frostheart shared something in common? Snö wouldn't say she loved him- no, she was nowhere near that. But she respected him even more than usual. Vaguely she hoped that he respected her and her voluptuous body in the same way, realized his little girl was growing up. The sun inched higher as she grazed, enjoying the peace of the morning soon to be shattered by a revelation that would break the newfound peace between her and her father. [short and sweet! for sielu, open!] "" SPY  |
