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K O U
Softly she comes Whispers the breeze with her passing In secret love she is laughing
The only escape from the heat was to travel north where the land stayed frozen all year round. Kou was not a creature of the winter. She much preferred the crispness of the Orangemoon or subtle warmth of Birdsong. She had never cared for the Tallsun and its endless now only reinforced that dislike of it. The pale mare had traveled north, away from her home and away from the oppressive heat that was slowly killing everything. It wasn't her first trip to the frozen lands and it certainly wouldn't be her last before the Tallsun ended.
There was a certain spot that she liked to stand in, tucked away in one of the many caverns in the arch. Here the wind, whenever it decided to become harsh and bitter, wouldn't bother her. She was close enough to the edge to look out at the ocean that was so captivating, yet far enough back to not have to worry about toppling over the edge to the treacherous depths below. Her pale coat blended with the ice that surrounded her, making it nearly impossible to see her unless one was looking for her and noticed the way her white coat wasn't as shiny as the glacial walls. Kou stood there silently, watching the water and thinking. Thinking about Mauja and Deimos, the creature that could kill with a touch. The creature that the king insisted on touching just to test him. It was as if he'd lost his mind since Psyche had finally disappeared altogether. Like he had a death wish. She thought about how she'd yelled at him in a fit of anger that he would tempt death so blatantly without a second thought. About how she'd run off to find d'Artagnan and warn him about the demon that was Deimos. She hadn't been able to find him, as disappointing as it was. And she thought about leaving Helovia. Despite everyone's best efforts the Sun God's rampage didn't seem like it was ending or would be ending anytime soon and she was tired of it. With a sigh, Kou shifted her weight so she could rest a hind leg on the tip of her hoof. She hated to desert the Plague and d'Artagnan, but it was beginning to seem as though the only future she had in Helovia was death. She was far too young to die. |
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escape [d'art] - by Kou - 07-24-2012, 10:42 AM
RE: escape [d'art] - by d'Artagnan - 07-24-2012, 01:14 PM
RE: escape [d'art] - by Kou - 07-24-2012, 02:57 PM
RE: escape [d'art] - by d'Artagnan - 07-25-2012, 05:52 PM
RE: escape [d'art] - by Kou - 07-26-2012, 06:45 AM
RE: escape [d'art] - by d'Artagnan - 08-06-2012, 04:10 PM
RE: escape [d'art] - by Kou - 08-10-2012, 07:18 AM
RE: escape [d'art] - by d'Artagnan - 08-20-2012, 04:00 PM
RE: escape [d'art] - by Kou - 08-26-2012, 04:33 AM
RE: escape [d'art] - by d'Artagnan - 09-05-2012, 04:02 PM
RE: escape [d'art] - by Kou - 09-09-2012, 02:58 PM
RE: escape [d'art] - by d'Artagnan - 09-14-2012, 04:09 PM
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