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11-18-2014, 05:10 AM
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Something was wrong, out of place. The last while Kirah thought that something horrid was and is happening. She had heard rumors, as one does, but she hadn't thought them true. The things she heard was just a bit too strange, a bit too awful to wrap her mind around. It was this unease that brought her to hack of to these fields, where she so often comes. The winds is howling now, singing a song of sadness and tragedy. Snow softly drifts down, silent and haunting. Like a blanket slowly drifting down to settle upon one's skin, but this blanket will slowly suffocate you, and you will only know when it is too late. She raises her head as smell drift to her. A small crowd has gathered in the fields, and with then comes another smell, one Kirah sadly knows all too well. Death. she makes her way and stands off a bit, swishes her tail with unease. A body lays in the snow, old and crumbled. From what she can see, there isn't much left of whatever unlucky horse lies here. But she can see a horn. The body is pale, she can see that from the little skin that is left. How has nobody noticed until now? And now she knows, the rumors are true. Death has settled upon this haven, surely leaving a scar later on. Maybe the scar is the blood that stains the snow. But something else is left behind. A clipped feather, dark and ugly. "Speech" Tag;; @[] Notes;; Four strangers; Parelia, Ira, Fig, Kirah. |
