White December

Her mind was all over the place as of late, bringing different emotions at different times to the forefront, and leaving her sitting there wondering just what hit her. Her mind used to be more simplistic, filing away situations and encounters neatly away in their assigned spot, leaving them there to collect dust as she had other priorities, other things to accomplish. Emotions and kinship were a waste of time, something that was meant to be an afterthought and nothing more. When had interacting with others become a more pleasurable experience for her? Was it when she had stood alone with Miykael in the Frozen Arch seasons ago, or when her heart had fallen in love with a little girl, the one who ripped it out and stomped it beneath a dainty hoof? So many things had changed for her, had changed her, and she still didn’t know if it was for the better. She didn’t like shedding a tear at the loss of the filly, who rejected her when all she had done was try to care, and she didn’t like the way her heart beat faster when she thought of the winged man who practically swept her off her feet in that one meeting.

It was still too new, too terrifying for her to fully face. She was a fragile soul that she tried so hard to shield away with stone walls and padlocks, and yet there were those who managed to find the key. Her mind had been wandering for too long, and feathered limbs had switched to autopilot, leading her to her favorite place. The crunch of dried grass beneath her hooves brought the Shire back to life, and steel eyes lifted to find where her mind had led her; the Frostbreath Steppe. There was a silence that hung in the mild wasteland, for despite it being the middle of Tallsun; it felt as though it were a late Birdsong day. Although any trace of her precious snow was now gone, replaced by coarse grass that despite its health still crunched under foot. The massive boulders she had come to cherish stood alone, gazing at their once beautiful tundra with a stoic presence. She supposed this place would have to do. Turning to the left, the sun basking down on her ivory hairs, she let out a brisk whinny, her deeper tone echoing throughout the flat land. Once the distant call faded into silence, December waited, standing tall and resolute in the silence, enjoying what was left of it before someone would come. She had come here to fight, to enhance her skills in the throes of battle to come out the victor, if she could so manage. Now it was all a waiting game, to sit and watch the horizon for a challenger to approach, someone who could give her a new experience, the experience of sparring.

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{WC: 482
Tag: @[Bellona]
OOC: Setting: Frostbreath Steppe; the temperature is mild, a sunny clear day with dry grass. The boulders are off to the right, and December is facing to the left in wait for a challenger.

Feel free to attack first Nyte!}