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01-04-2016, 08:21 PM
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No. This wasn’t right.
Violet could feel herself being sucked away. Barely conscious, but she could feel the warmth of her brother leave. She struggled, trying to stay in, she wasn’t done yet! But alas, the rules of nature and her mother defined her future for now. With a slick slide, she found herself exposed to the chilly air of Orangemoon. Her painted head struggled to lift, to look around. There was a mare next to her, which must be her mother. With an awkward push of her legs, she slid closer to her mom. But where was her brother?
Violet was too exhausted to speak, or to move, and breathing was hard. How was she supposed to tell her momma that her brother was still there? She wasn’t done yet! Her brother needed to get out. A harsh, crackled cry unleashed from her chest before she collapsed it exhaustion next to her mom, breathing heavily. So this is what her world would look like, these weird tall green things, and hard ground. It was nowhere near as comfortable as the darkness she was thrust from.
Hazel eyes struggled to stay open, fluttering as she tried to grasp the concept of life. If this was what her future was, it sure as hell sucked. Her nose crinkled as she noticed another uncomfortable pain brewing. Her stomach churned and gurgled, what was this? Quickly she would find that her instincts would thrust her towards her momma. First though, her brother needed to come out. Momma needed to do that herself, she decided. So for a few moments, she let her eyes flutter close. Her breathing slowed, and it came a little easier. Temporary darkness shrouded her as she fell into a light sleep.
"Talk."
violet
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