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 There is something odd about the copper and charcoal boy – a curious and wild look in his eyes as he peers down at her, towering over her almost deer like frame (compared to his mammoth body). He still hasn’t said much since they met; Tangere’s mind quickly wavers over the thought of Abishia. The last thing she heard her friend say was ‘Where are we going?’ or something to that effect. Tang did not answer her, figuring she would follow…she seems to have not followed. Somehow, for some reason, fear does not brew. She doesn’t worry about the chestnut paint, she assumes she is safe by now – probably somewhere about these cavern halls. She has been away in thought for a few seconds while he drinks and gazes at her with a curious expression. She smirks at him playfully, keeping her dark eyes on his face. She watches him turn to the moving masses; waves of warm bodies shifting across the heated corridors. It was a rather befitting name, ‘The Sanctuary’, for it was. Soon though, food would be a problem…there’s probably very little nutrition amongst the stone walls and darkness. And then perhaps there’s something growing in the slivers of sunlight that break through during the day. It s much warmer in the caves compared to the raging snows outside; everyone is piled in the open entry room with the falls off to the side. Halls wind away from the main room, and Tangere guesses they lead away from all these masses. She ponders for a moment, staring at him. He inches a bit closer and the silver unicorn chuckles lightly. “What is your name, stranger?” She clears her throat to let her voice chime clearly, and softly. “I am Tangere.” She inspects his reaction for a moment, almost yearning to hear his voice again for some reason. Her ears lean upright and forward, hungry for sound, and her dark eyes are wide and abysmal as they peer at the large stallion. Strands of her silver-white forelock fall over the pools of chocolate black that consume her glassy gaze. CARS CAREENING FROM THE CLOUDS BRIDGES BURST AND TWIST AROUND.. AND WANTING SOMETHING WARM AND MOVING |
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