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08-21-2014, 09:11 PM
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Orangemoon wastes no time to strike home, nighttime hours now beneath a fat, orange moon, and the days hours are no long scorching hot. Sunburns now heal slow with the presence of peeling skin, but the slight thickening of the cream coloured hairs covering every inch of her frame hide any visible effects left over. What was once endless Sun is now gloomy days when the rains refuse to leave. Leaving for higher ground has never become such a brilliant idea, and the idea of running northward for a short season sends sparks down her spine at the visual memories of Northern Lights colouring the sky every night with twinkling stars who bat their bright eyes to her small light show, endless spreads of snow, and blizzards. It's all too much to miss when you live day by day in a place that couldn't hold that at any year in all the infinity amounts of decades that have passed.
There is no rain as there is none today, but the appearance of the desert region is gloomy, depressing, almost violent and hellish. Dark storm clouds rumble overhead as they seem to daily, lightning flashes in the distance, but not a single drop falls from the heavens. The pluviophile lifestyle she's become so fond of is about to drown in it's own life source.
Mud is everywhere. Grazing has her pawing the earth with an angry expression. Her earlier attempts pay her no meal, she goes hungry when the oasis is about to kill itself in once much needed rain.
The sea is no different, the land bridge is becoming less visible and making her more uncomfortable as she shifts on her hooves, pale eyes staring out in the ocean waters that will keep coming in. A single loud snort announces her annoyance, fearful to leave as she turns back into the heart of the region once more.
"more words"
@[Aurelia] @[Destry]
Sikeax;
Orangemoon wastes no time to strike home, nighttime hours now beneath a fat, orange moon, and the days hours are no long scorching hot. Sunburns now heal slow with the presence of peeling skin, but the slight thickening of the cream coloured hairs covering every inch of her frame hide any visible effects left over. What was once endless Sun is now gloomy days when the rains refuse to leave. Leaving for higher ground has never become such a brilliant idea, and the idea of running northward for a short season sends sparks down her spine at the visual memories of Northern Lights colouring the sky every night with twinkling stars who bat their bright eyes to her small light show, endless spreads of snow, and blizzards. It's all too much to miss when you live day by day in a place that couldn't hold that at any year in all the infinity amounts of decades that have passed.
There is no rain as there is none today, but the appearance of the desert region is gloomy, depressing, almost violent and hellish. Dark storm clouds rumble overhead as they seem to daily, lightning flashes in the distance, but not a single drop falls from the heavens. The pluviophile lifestyle she's become so fond of is about to drown in it's own life source.
Mud is everywhere. Grazing has her pawing the earth with an angry expression. Her earlier attempts pay her no meal, she goes hungry when the oasis is about to kill itself in once much needed rain.
The sea is no different, the land bridge is becoming less visible and making her more uncomfortable as she shifts on her hooves, pale eyes staring out in the ocean waters that will keep coming in. A single loud snort announces her annoyance, fearful to leave as she turns back into the heart of the region once more.
"more words"
someday you'll see me buried in a fresh blanket of snow when we've grown very old
darkheart9595, lyotta & larfsalot @deviantart
@[Aurelia] @[Destry]
you were angels,
so much more than everything
:: please tag me
:: minor force and power play allowed
