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06-11-2013, 02:39 PM
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The cold frost air hit the black pelt of the filly. She snorted, cold fog running out of nostrils. Her ice blue eyes searched through the line of dead trees to find no life about. She found a small cave, some lot like the one she had stayed in when she was a young foal. Antheia stepped inside of the cold shelter. Her hooves made a clacking sound as she walked around. "It's so sorrow and lonely." She spoke to herself. An idea popped up inside of Theia's small dome and she perked her harks. "Don't worry little cave, you won't be sad any longer." She smirked and tumbled out into the cold air once again. Antheia raced up to a tree and grabbed bark after bark off the base of it. Once she finished filling the bottom of cave with pieces of the tree, she went out in search of some weeds that stood up out out the snow. Grabbing the weeds, she took off back to the cave and spread the soft texture across the bark. After taking a step back and looking at her finished master piece she was finally satisfied with her work. Antheia smiled and walked back into the shelter. "There, now you are beautiful." She spoke to the cave. Theia yawned feeling exhausted after the traveling miles and building her small home. Her white legs clasped beneath her and she fell on top of the soft weeds. She closed her pearls and feel into a deep sleep. |
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