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03-15-2015, 04:59 PM
DAENARYS
two years . blue roan . sixteen one hands . pintabian The heat and humidity that came from the glowing fire in the sky was unbearable. All around her, the moist air clung and forced itself down her throat, making it hard to breathe. Despite the moist air, her throat was dry from lack of water and along with her dehydration, she was utterly exhausted. Every step felt like a mile, at this point. She had been travelling for days, trying to find somewhere to call her home. Her mother had used to tell her stories of a land far away called Helovia and remembering her mother's words, knew that this was the place she had to go to. The beautiful young blue filly made her way towards the threshold of Helovia. Now that she was alone, without her brother's protection, she looked apprehensively at the surrounding trees and forest, wondering what was out there lurking. Not that her brother was much protection before, she thought to herself, thinking of his cowardice. She had no regrets of what she had done to him. He deserved it. He had always bossed her around and pushed her to her limits; now he had paid for crossing the line one too many times. After all, she was a princess, and no one would talk to her as such without punishment. Despite her exhaustion, and the ungodly heat which over came her, she strode along like royalty. Her finely refined head was held high and her hooves plodded softly along the forest path. Her pale mane and tail flicked away the flies which swarmed around her, like tassels. As sweat began to lather her shoulders and neck, Daenarys thought back to where she had come from. There, in her family's kingdom the winters were harshly cold but the summers were mild. She loathed for home and wished to find somewhere like it. Perhaps if she could find this place, she could call it her home. "talk" |
