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The midnight sky, cloaked by black clouds high above, showed nothing but a black slate. No stars danced in the air, providing their twinkling light as they usually did. Orangemoon was finally here. The air was cold and inviting compared to that of the Throat; it had been far to dry and hot there for her liking during Tallsun, even if it was only for a short while.
A short mare with a tan stained hide stood in the darkness, listening to the relaxing rush of the near by river. Long black wings folded neatly against her sides, each black feather quivered with the sharp bite of each cold breeze. Her hazel eyes stared at the purple tainted earth, making out the rough shapes of her surroundings. The black pits of her tri-colored eyes had finally adjusted, seeing very little past the swaying plants.
Cautiously, the Mustang wandered forward, her cloven hooves sinking into the saturated ground. She neared the moving water with black tipped ears pushed forward, listening carefully for the suddenness of water. "Damn it," The mare whispered under her breath, "Can't see shit." Her voice was hard and raspy, but still feminine.
The ground quickly became deeper and colder, creating suctioning sounds with each light step. The feeling of the mud and foliage sucking over her limbs was not only irritating and chilly, but it sent a pang of panic through her chest with each uneasy step. The mare lifted her head, her thick black forelock following the trail of the breeze, wrapping itself around her ears and flowing back into her mane. Hazel eyes looked around uneasily as her body slowly sunk into the earth - or maybe she was just scaring herself so much she was imagining it?
The mare began to back pedal nervously, her tail arching like that of an Arabians'. Why the mud was making her so nervous she was not sure. All that she knew was that she did not like it. The elders of her past herd told her of so many stories of misshapen creatures lurking in unknown places and coming at you when you least expected it. These rumors had completely frazzled her brain, especially in the pale darkness that coated the grassy plain.
Cierra stood on her back haunches into a small rear, spinning her slender body until she faced -where she was sure was- where she came from before hand. Where had that been? She wasn't even sure. She had wandered away from the heat of the Throat, leaving it behind momentarily, only to find herself lost and stirring up her dark imagination. The ground became solid once again under her cloven, elk like hooves within a few long strides. Mud clogged the divots of each spread hoof, falling out gradually as each foot hit the hard ground.
Status; Open to all
Ooc; Do what you will with this post, she needs all kind of interaction. <3
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[O] [FINISHED] Search for seas of GOLD
