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Petra's hooves stumble beneath her as she trudges on in the relentless Tallsun heat. Part of her was grateful for the warmth and lack of rain, but she also knew her situation was getting dire. She licked her parched lips as a bead of sweat dripped off her temple. Normally, she would consider this weather fairly mild especially with the generous shade from the trees, but dehydration made it difficult to cope with even gentlely elevated temperatures. There must be something to drink around here. The same desperate thought again. It had been a constant refrain for as long as she could remember at this point, not that her memory could be relied upon anymore. Food. Water. Shelter. Forward. Always forward. She wasn't sure what she was looking for, or even if she was looking for anything. She just needed to get away. To not remember.
Her vision was hazy, clouded by fatigue and hunger, so she heard rather than saw the small babbling brook. Petra came to a slow, bumbling stop and perked her ears up and attempted to scan her surroundings with her heavily lidded eyes. She was almost afraid she was hallucinating. Or that it was some pesky squirrel masquerading as a stream. A ray of sun meandered through the leaves and glinted off the surface of the water, a signal so bright even Petra was able to see it. She shambled forward as fast as her feet would carry her, which was not fast enough as far as she was concerned. She stopped at the edge and carefully inspected the ground beneath her feet. She sniffed the ground suspiciously and stamped the dirt lightly with her front hoof. She tossed her head up and looked behind her, ears on high alert. After a moment she seemed satisfied and happily plunged her muzzle into the stream and gulped down the water gratefully. Even warmed by the sun, it was refreshing. She paused momentarily in her gluttony to breathe a sigh of relief. In that pause, exhaustion overtook her and her legs buckled beneath her. She lay beside the water, sides heaving, droplets of water dripping from her muzzle hairs.
[ooc: This is my first character, so forgive me if this is a somewhat rough start. Any guidance is greatly appreciated! I have no real preference about where she goes]
Petra walking.
Petra thinking.
Petra talking.
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Desperately Seeking... Something - by Petra - 06-11-2014, 07:54 PM
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