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08-31-2013, 12:10 PM
 Death. It was an overrated subject. Why those that fretted over the subject at hand, did was another question. Everyone was set for that same future. Some just chose to panic over it, while others happily awaited it. Fear. Everyone had something they were scared of and for some that was Death. There was only so much one person could take. Tears streamed down a white bald face, the fae just walked as she sniffled to try and stop her nose from running. Walked due South. She'd run from her fear's before and that's exactly what she was doing again. Splosh. Her hoove slipped into a puddle, waking her from the trance she had become so engrossed in. Taking a deep breath, blue and one mixed orb fell to the floor. No, it wasn't a puddle, it was too deep. it was some kind of wetlands, the slight sign of regrowth peeked through the murky surface, bringing a gentle twitch to her lips. If anything, nature made her happy, especially since the Sun had been long gone, to see the growth of new life, made a part of her warm. However small that may have been. Luneia trudged through the marsh, getting stuck in odd places, where the mud was thick, a suctioning sound, echoed as she pulled her long limbs free. Her once white legs were now stained a pale brown, almost that of which matched the color of her coat. The further out she went, the more thicker the mud came, slowing her right down, sometimes becoming stuck for a few moments before managing to pull free, only to become stuck yet again. That didn't stop her, nor did she turn around, it was far to late for that. The tears still rolled freely down her face, but why they did was beyond her. The sodden Earth quickly turned and the Fae found herself in deep water. What she was doing or where she was headed was still unbeknownst to her. All she knew was to keep going, through the thick and thin. Kicking out with sturdy limbs, propelling her frame forward through the clouded water, orbs flicked around the area like a telescope used in submarines. Finding, what looked like a small island, her body turned and made for the place. The ground here was more solid, not like that of near the edge. Water cascaded of from her torso as she rose from the marsh, shaking out her mane from sticking to her neck. The Fae took a deep breath and just stood there for a while, head low as she took in her surroundings somewhat, mostly just catching her breath. When Luneia was having one of her depressive days, she would seek refuge in a far of place from others. Hide for a few days and never move, unless found. What had brought it on this time, was totally random and mostly unknown. She hid by a fallen, hollowed out log, curled up as low to the ground and against it as possible, if she could, she would have gotten inside of it. But this felt as good as deserted as she wished. So she lay there, shivering in the lack of warmth the sun brought, hiding from all her problems. "speak". |
