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07-20-2013, 03:25 PM
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| It was a different time when a horse was older. Her age meant she bloomed from her life as a filly and transformed into a mare. Nostalgic times rang in her thoughts - dreading the tainted visions she would see through her eyes, and the impurity eventually brought upon her. However, she was just learning the ropes of a new life with no given history if she grew up too fast or too slow in a world she cannot recall. This was her world now. She might as well take advantage of what she could and her useless desire to escape Frostfall. Florabella moved across the snowy terrain and her coat had begun to accept the heavy coat of fur sprouting from her skin. With the weather and her lack of knowledge in tow, it felt like a drudgery to find any place with the sun. She was fortunate to even see some form of light up in the dark sky. The wave of salt and water hit her nostrils and she raised her head to sense the next direction to take. It was the shore. The water bathed in the weather and the moonlight shining upon its rocky surface as the tide swept itself in. In spite of the unusual behavior, she finally felt at ease. Her former emotion: uncertainty sank deep into the core where most of her expressions found a face. Her body slacked as she watched the waves turned; completely fascinated for the moment, but unaware of what could also be residing in the territory. Words: 259 Tag: Open for all Comments: Am I doing this right? |
