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Frost Fyre Posts: 198
Outcast atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5
Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.3hh :: 6 Years HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE
Altair :: Common Cerndyr :: Starpast prissy
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09-16-2013, 08:28 PM

she wants to go home, but nobody's home





It is cold, her body shaking as she walks. Her eyes of green flicker, the only color in this barren scrap of land. The earth beneath her hooves was coated in layers upon layer of solid ice, a frozen base of ice and snow. She felt the ice beneath her cracked daggers, ice so cold it could freeze one by touch. Her banner waved, valiantly, it was a long, luscious color of the night, jagged waves of the silken locks scattered in the wind. A cold air seeped around the thin bodice as she roamed, a streak of drift wood across an ocean blue. The moon so full, on this endless night. A beam of silver light bathed the babe, a pristine color shimmering down on her pale rump.

With strides so even, a pace so swift, she swept the snow from the earth, her tail swiping the air, hairs streaming in the wind and she galloped. Her youthful, glimmering bodice would soon fade into a worn, fragile frame. She had been living far too fast, her life flying before her eyes, her brain barely able to take anything in anymore. It pained her, straight in the breast that she had not enjoyed her youth. So she decided that on this endless hour, she would throw herself back into her youth.

Skidding to a halt, the fae tensed her muscles, lowering her hind end to the cold ground. Her leonine tail recoiled as it touched the cold earth. She shivered only a second before she released the spring, her body streaming into the air. She raised her head as she soared for a brief moment, landing with grace and agility. She let her cloven daggers hit the ice first, leaving four holes in the ground. She whipped around, galloping into the cold air, stopping herself but allowing momentum to sweep her forward, her thin body streaking by. She slid on the ice, her hooves gliding over the sleek surface. She giggled, her soft laughter echoing in the empty silence. She felt that this was the first she had laughed in a long time, her mouth shooting hot breath into the cold night. She flung her head back as she slid, finally slowing. She straightened herself, her cloven hooves dug into the layers of snow. Shaking the snow from her bodice, the fae whipped around to try it again, a smile on her youthful fem features.


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Frost Fyre

It's where she lies, broken inside.



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Messages In This Thread
youth. - by Frost Fyre - 09-16-2013, 08:28 PM
RE: youth. - by Aleksandr - 10-31-2013, 07:23 PM
RE: youth. - by Frost Fyre - 11-11-2013, 01:40 PM
RE: youth. - by Aleksandr - 11-16-2013, 02:25 PM

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