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[OPEN] Of Tails and Thistles

Micha Posts: N/A
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12-06-2013, 04:31 PM

there's always a spark before a storm





She had a knack of "expanding her horizons" lately. Moving through each of this little territories and nooks figuring out who liked who and what hated what. Or, more so where the best places were to pig out. Because frankly, life as a foal was incredibly boring. It was the same thing, every day. Eat, sleep, play, eat sleep play; over and over an over. It was so stupid too. Let's be real. She was a big girl, she could do "big girl" things. Well, except for the thing thing. You know, where little babies come from. That was still eww. She wanted no part in that. It was just gross sticking things in.. ew, just ew. The thought was shaken from her head, as it transferred to movement outside. Her eyes widened as the thought crept back in, and again, she shook her head. Just. No.

So, here Micha was, going the only "big girl" thing she could think of. She meandered about for a while. Finding the thistles uncomfortable in her growing, now less fluffy tail. Her mane, although now a soft, sleek black, was still not long and luxurious enough to catch any of the stray thistles. Having enough of the purple devils, or the thistles as Micha had renamed, she moved towards the babbling brooke, taking tentative steps as to not find herself toppling into the incredibly cold water. A gentle breeze blew, shaking the purple devils as they swayed, looking so innocent among greenery. Much like life she supposed, those who were the devils walked freely among the innocent, and it wasn't until they cause damage that you noticed them. That, she learned from the SteelHooves.

Just as she was about the be done with her little adventure, she dramatically gazed across the meadow. Hoping some sort of adventure would hit her in the face. Literally, she wished something would come give her some sort of destiny. Although destiny seemed to be missing, she spotted one of those horned equines. What had Arrane called it? Oh yeah, a unicorn. She was much older than Micha, but seemed to be having the same problem with the purple devils. Moving carefully around the thick, purple patches she made her way to the mare, stopping a safe distance away. One couldn't be too sure if she was a thistle, or an innocent piece of grass. "Err.. miss, do you want some help?" she inquired, nodding the the purple devils spread across her body. "I'm Micha by the way." She finished, flinching as the other girl flinched. Those purple burrs looked painful.

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image credits to: eagle.


Messages In This Thread
Of Tails and Thistles - by Celebi - 12-05-2013, 01:39 AM
RE: Of Tails and Thistles - by Micha - 12-06-2013, 04:31 PM
RE: Of Tails and Thistles - by Celebi - 12-10-2013, 01:22 AM
RE: Of Tails and Thistles - by Micha - 12-10-2013, 04:23 PM

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