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06-12-2013, 06:40 PM
Branches snagged at my feathers as I plodded through the forest of the land I had once inhabited many seasons ago. A snort pushed its way through my muzzle and I tossed my head, flicking my mane and forelock back briefly so that I could get a good look at what was around me. The ground crunched with my footsteps, the ground heavily frost laden in the early morning light. It was different in this light, and the scent of the land had changed. Stale scents of new horses that had passed through here before, coating the trees with their individual smells. I snorted again and scanned the area around, wondering briefly how I would be taken in this time now that I had returned from my journey to the outside of Helovia.
I sighed lightly, resettling my wings on my back and stamping the ground lightly. A twig snapped beneath my hoof and I lowered my head slightly to look closely at the splintered wood, lifting my hoof and stepping to the side lightly. I dared not enter the land without an escort, even if I had been here before. For all I knew the Gods could have changed the land, or there could be war waging on the inside.
I looked up at the overcast weather that frostfall had brought with it this dreary day. It should have been a good day, I had returned to the place I called home, but with this drab weather it was hard to feel any joy. With a huff I shook myself again, glad for my winter coat to keep me warm in the cold weather as my breath fogged in front of my face. A squirrel caught my eye and I turned slightly to look at it before focusing back on the ground and taking a few steps to the very threshold of the forest and the ground on the other side. Yet still I didn't take that step into the land of Helovia. I would wait for someone to meet me, perhaps the horses of the Throat still wondered where I had gone, or would some new group come and meet me?
Briefly the thought of Kri flickered through my mind, what had happened to my old friend? I tossed the thought to the side though and stamped the ground again, using the movement to help warm myself up a bit more. There was always someone wandering the woods of the Threshold, perhaps someone would stumble upon me soon enough. After all, my scent seemed to be one of the newer ones in the woods.
I sighed lightly, resettling my wings on my back and stamping the ground lightly. A twig snapped beneath my hoof and I lowered my head slightly to look closely at the splintered wood, lifting my hoof and stepping to the side lightly. I dared not enter the land without an escort, even if I had been here before. For all I knew the Gods could have changed the land, or there could be war waging on the inside.
I looked up at the overcast weather that frostfall had brought with it this dreary day. It should have been a good day, I had returned to the place I called home, but with this drab weather it was hard to feel any joy. With a huff I shook myself again, glad for my winter coat to keep me warm in the cold weather as my breath fogged in front of my face. A squirrel caught my eye and I turned slightly to look at it before focusing back on the ground and taking a few steps to the very threshold of the forest and the ground on the other side. Yet still I didn't take that step into the land of Helovia. I would wait for someone to meet me, perhaps the horses of the Throat still wondered where I had gone, or would some new group come and meet me?
Briefly the thought of Kri flickered through my mind, what had happened to my old friend? I tossed the thought to the side though and stamped the ground again, using the movement to help warm myself up a bit more. There was always someone wandering the woods of the Threshold, perhaps someone would stumble upon me soon enough. After all, my scent seemed to be one of the newer ones in the woods.
