White December

It was a surprisingly cold night for Tallsun, and the mare couldn't help but embrace it. Her feathered limbs carried her thick build forward, a gentle lope that rolled her hips and shoulders with ease. The moon seemed different tonight, never-moving, with the stars shining brighter than usual, as if to make up for the sudden lackluster the sphere gave. December heeded no mind to such things, only embraced the dark cold, letting it penetrate her spine and cause a welcoming shiver to overtake it. Closing steel eyes she took in a fresh breath of air, chest expanding to fill her lungs to the brim, before exhaling softly, lids parting only slightly to look at her surroundings through a droopy gaze.

She hadn't been paying attention to where she had been walking, and her hooves had subconsciously brought her back to here, of all places. The Threshold. She only felt bitterness now towards the shrouded clearing, the memories she made in it often too much to bear. She couldn't hold back now, she had committed, and so with her usual stoic expression she continued forward, grey dipped legs working at a slower, but very certain pace deeper into the woods. She didn't make it very far though, not when the shrill call of someone alerted her. Pricking ivory receptors her massive skull lifted, eyes open and alert to try and pinpoint the source of such panic. She didn't need to think long though, for another call followed the first, much more panicked than before, causing her to shift herself onto her haunches and spin, galloping off in the direction the voice had carried from.

Despite her preferring solitude, not liking anyone to be in her presence, the fact that someone was that scared most likely meant danger, and she wouldn't stand by for that, not even if it met contact with others. Strong muscles rippled through her dappled frame, carrying her with a surprising amount of speed despite her size, and soon up ahead the distant sound of hooves thundering indicated she was closing in on her target. Lifting her ears to try and catch any other sounds she sped up, closing in on what appeared to be a black figure. Wings seemed to adorn the mare's back, laced with ebon and crimson feathers, and she was going with reckless abandon. With a final burst of speed December finally caught up to her, managing to run at her side and look over, to see what exactly had her so spooked.

Nothing was behind them though, nothing in front either. No, it was just them, running like they were about to die in the chilly Tallsun evening as the moon offered a spotlight for their show. Having grown rather tired of this chase, the white mare leaped in an attempt to gain distance over the fellow draft, working herself further enough in front to try and stop her, turning her body to the side and skidding to a halt, prepared for any impact that might come. Her steel eyes focused intently on the woman, looking her over again with that attentive yet emotionless expression, before finally letting words slip from her smoky maw,"There's no need to run. Nothing will hurt you here, except yourself if you keep running with such recklessness."

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Tag: Risa Du Coeur
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