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04-18-2015, 11:58 AM
Even though the dark coloured mare in front of her seemed nice and genuine, there was something about her that was hard to grasp. It was rather difficult to see her expression because of the pale skull she was wearing. And why was she wearing that skull exactly? The image of a killing mare with a dark hide drenched in blood came to her mind. Ripping of the skin, breaking the neck, letting the head of the herbivore rot for a month. It made her shiver. It was as if she was wearing a thick black coat of death and despair, underneath her innocence. It made her almost scared on one hand, but on the other hand she felt some kind of attraction towards this creature. It felt bad, but good. A bad choice, but also a horryfyingly good choice.
Helovia. She had heard many stories about the New Land. Some of the herdmembers of her previous herd had travelled to here and returned. They told about how tall the trees were. How loud the birds chirped. How the sky turned into a bright orange when the sun went to sleep and the moon woke up. Everytime a story like that was told, she was on the front row, listening with glimmering eyes like a foal who gets told a story by it's mother. She felt some sort of relief, knowing that she indeed entered Helovia. It wouldn't be the first time for her to end up somewhere she didn't plan to.
"Is it that big, yes? I've heard lots of exiting stories about this place." She said while she looked up. Although it was cold and her breath left her nostrils in small condensed clouds, the sun's rays were somewhat nice. When she mentioned she wanted to assist her, she again shivered. She widened her eyes and tried her best to decide quickly. What could go wrong? She was not to trust. "Sure, I don't see why not." Her own words almost shocked her. Did she decide too quickly?
"My name's Kroonjuweel. Aurora Basin, is that what they call your herd?"
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Tag: @[Waprevah]
Helovia. She had heard many stories about the New Land. Some of the herdmembers of her previous herd had travelled to here and returned. They told about how tall the trees were. How loud the birds chirped. How the sky turned into a bright orange when the sun went to sleep and the moon woke up. Everytime a story like that was told, she was on the front row, listening with glimmering eyes like a foal who gets told a story by it's mother. She felt some sort of relief, knowing that she indeed entered Helovia. It wouldn't be the first time for her to end up somewhere she didn't plan to.
"Is it that big, yes? I've heard lots of exiting stories about this place." She said while she looked up. Although it was cold and her breath left her nostrils in small condensed clouds, the sun's rays were somewhat nice. When she mentioned she wanted to assist her, she again shivered. She widened her eyes and tried her best to decide quickly. What could go wrong? She was not to trust. "Sure, I don't see why not." Her own words almost shocked her. Did she decide too quickly?
"My name's Kroonjuweel. Aurora Basin, is that what they call your herd?"
Wordcount: 349
Tag: @[Waprevah]
