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Every Road Leads to A Mirror [Open]

Astrid Posts: 11
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Mare :: Pegasus :: 18 hh :: 3
Bonita
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12-09-2016, 02:23 AM (This post was last modified: 12-11-2016, 07:53 PM by Astrid.)



Astrid
Pegasus Mare




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Astrid lay on the dusted ground, where leaves and blades of emerald peeked and poked through the wash of frozen water that appeared to recently have accumulated on the terra. The Pegasus new to this land, was curled in a ball with her wings black as shadows on the outside and a sooty gray, beneath a large pine of some sort. Her nose rested without any resistance or poise on her knee, the contrast of ebony of nose to the icy color of her knee was strikingly serene in nature. Her eyes were just barely covered as if from sight like a whisper, a secret, her wings acting as a curtain to hide the actors before the first act is to be revealed. Tail and mane fell as they may without any intention as to their final resting place on the ground. Fait clusters of warm breath drifting from her nares, softly, slowly, in motion with her sides that ever so faintly also pushed her shoulders and her wings in a lifting, lowing motion with the timing of her breath and the ticking of her heart.
So peaceful Astrid seemed sleeping, she had no clue as to what she was about to discover when she opened her dark eyes. So clueless to how perhaps she may have gotten here, this place, a strange land…. She had no idea. She was in an entirely different place before now… was she, will she remember?
The sun is beginning to warm the earth around her, through her, and within her. Something instinctual almost tickles her awake ever so innocently. A light twitch from her hindquarters triggers her tail to lazily toss towards her body, the hairs slowly drifting back to the ice and the grass below, resting where the canyons and waves of the land would allow on its microscopic level. Her eyelids first squeezed together before cracking just for an instant before fighting to remain closed just one moment longer. The rest of her senses kicked in a bit quicker as her ears tried to take in a calculated idea of her surroundings by picking sounds from the wave lengths that hung in the quiet but somewhat electric morning air. Her chest heaved outwards as she took in a long heavy breath and stretched out her wings revealing a blanket of spotting on her blue roan coloring for a moment before curling back to her sides. Her mind finally pressing her to open her obsidian eyes and try to get a sketch of what is in front of her.
Astrid cannot see things like other creatures can, her eyesight is that near a level of blindness. Mainly she can see outlines, light changes, and very light colors but similar to gray mixed with a drop of color. She has been this way from birth and has had to adapt her other senses to compensate for her singular loss. Her hearing, touch, smell, and taste have molded and evolved in her short years to become her hypothetical walking stick to help her maneuver through life.
It was this moment that she began to realize something wasn’t right, this place was not home…but what is home? The thoughts were so clouded in her mind. He eyes shut closed sharply as she tried to concentrate but there was this fog that barred her from being able to see into her past? Had she forgotten? Was there something to forget? Her eyes flung open and he pushed herself to her feet as swiftly as her half asleep body could manage and held her head tall. She was not a short horse by any means but there is this feeling of panic coming over her. She didn’t even take the moment to shake the dirt and melting snow from her side as she surveyed her surroundings. Birds, rodents, water dripping from long thin leaves, the wind barley moving through the tops of the trees, and the occasional scattering of tiny feet across leaf and twig.
Her heart was pounding but she remained quiet, not much of a talker to begin with. A drop of water landing right onto her nose causing her to jerk her neck back and then she held it, realizing she needs to get herself collected. Her body quickly quivers to try to moves the loose granules of soil, ice, and water from her cerulean coat. Placing one hoof in front of the other beneath her she walks gingerly a few steps, her head still proudly staked to her neck. She cannot tell if there is anyone there with her eyes but her senses tell her that it is a high possibility. The smells of past comers are a sure sign that there are others here but who?

[It's been years since I have done this so please be patient with me as I get back in the swing of things :) ]
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