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01-25-2014, 04:45 PM
Sunlight filtered through the orange leaves of the looming trees. It was a season where bright green transformed into autumnal colors, mellow shades of vibrant paints. Weary and exhausted from being dragged into war with fellow comrades, it left the precious angel traumatized, the girl so full of kindness weeping for days after. But now she was strong again, rigid for those who died to protect the people she cared about. Entering in the new land after being separated from her formation, the foreign lands scared her, but well...could she be scared anymore from all the horrors already witnessed in her previous life?
Simply sighing with a saddened demeanor, the courageous lass yearned to find someone, to go and seek refuge with a herd. Everyone was dead, but Christa needed to get over it and continue preforming good deeds for the well being of the world. Lifting up her delicate face, the petite woman let a beautiful call ring out of her pale bodice. Blue pools stared up into the air, awaiting for someone to gently lead her back and tell her what was needed from her. Christa was willing to assist in anything at this point. Standing still between a cluster of looming trees, the slender mare was statuesque with a jovial mask. If only they would hear her soft voice.
Simply sighing with a saddened demeanor, the courageous lass yearned to find someone, to go and seek refuge with a herd. Everyone was dead, but Christa needed to get over it and continue preforming good deeds for the well being of the world. Lifting up her delicate face, the petite woman let a beautiful call ring out of her pale bodice. Blue pools stared up into the air, awaiting for someone to gently lead her back and tell her what was needed from her. Christa was willing to assist in anything at this point. Standing still between a cluster of looming trees, the slender mare was statuesque with a jovial mask. If only they would hear her soft voice.
