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04-30-2013, 08:20 PM
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Creepy. The grey mare would only really use that word describe the forest at night. Nightmares still haunted her vision, her thinking she had seen her bother here, only then getting lost and not knowing where she was. The forest was still a cause of pain for the young mare. It seemed she was caught in it's cold embrace, it's freezing fingers stroked her back, causing shivers to run down her. Eyes set forward she remembered when she was looking for a way out of the hell hole. Twice she had ended up at the edge of the forest only to be facing in the entirely wrong direction. She had then needed to get back to The Grey. Find her sister again, when she did finally found a way out her sister appeared to have a death wish for her. Soft footsteps, only really loud when her feet snapped a twig of the slight whoosh of her hair as she flicked it in agitation and frustration. She honestly had no clue why her travels had brought her here, why she had decided it was best to be back here. Looking around the fog covered trees she realised she would much rather be facing The Basin's racist unicorns than looking around this forest again. Hana decided it was time to leave, time to get her head on straight again and return to the Foothills again. This time she had been extremely careful to remember her way home. Something had appeared on her path that most defiently had not been there when she had entered the forest. A stallion, even more than that, a stallion with wings. Hana stared from a distance for a while, watching the beautiful colours reflect off of his coat. He was study, strong and handsome. a true warrior for whatever cause he fought for. She could just tell. "Hideous night isn't it?" Hana's words tumble from her chops like softly falling rose petals. She still stands at a distance from the stag, cautious as always. The last thing she really needed was trouble. Ruby eyes roll one last time over the body of the stag and she smiles as him. HANA
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