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03-25-2013, 09:46 PM
It was time to leave.
Maybe it was the wind that whipped her mane. Maybe it had been the snow that drenched her blood matted coat. It could even possibly be the adrenaline that coursed her veins. The easy lope that was muffled from the snow. Quite, it was easy, but she stuck out. Luckily it was the dead of night and not many scurried. Everyone here knew only horned were allowed. Angora had made a makeshift stick horn that looked real from far, but that was only to cross where she thought horses would've been, but now, she tossed her head and it left. She was willingly ready to have a horn for herself if it meant getting out. She knew it was impossible, but it could be some sort of fake one?
Speeding up, she went full force. Taking short breaths and keeping her cadence up. Her thin form going much faster than ever thought. A little sedation, maybe a few hard kicks, and why not throw in a good body slam. Her consequences were adding up. If only she had wings. It'd be so easy to fly away, and what could reach her? Not much. Just the few flying companions. Her guilty conscience hardened as she plowed her way to the main border leading to the rest of Helovia.
FREEDOM.
So foreign. She longed for it. Taking a lusty glance at the scenery she would wait for the challenge that came. She was usually peaceful, but she had been a martyr and when horses found out of her peacefulness, she would be hunted. She dreaded that. She would fight back this time. She would tear jugulars out of throats for freedom. Maybe Pysche the Dark Shit would let her go.
Maybe, just maybe.
Maybe it was the wind that whipped her mane. Maybe it had been the snow that drenched her blood matted coat. It could even possibly be the adrenaline that coursed her veins. The easy lope that was muffled from the snow. Quite, it was easy, but she stuck out. Luckily it was the dead of night and not many scurried. Everyone here knew only horned were allowed. Angora had made a makeshift stick horn that looked real from far, but that was only to cross where she thought horses would've been, but now, she tossed her head and it left. She was willingly ready to have a horn for herself if it meant getting out. She knew it was impossible, but it could be some sort of fake one?
Speeding up, she went full force. Taking short breaths and keeping her cadence up. Her thin form going much faster than ever thought. A little sedation, maybe a few hard kicks, and why not throw in a good body slam. Her consequences were adding up. If only she had wings. It'd be so easy to fly away, and what could reach her? Not much. Just the few flying companions. Her guilty conscience hardened as she plowed her way to the main border leading to the rest of Helovia.
FREEDOM.
So foreign. She longed for it. Taking a lusty glance at the scenery she would wait for the challenge that came. She was usually peaceful, but she had been a martyr and when horses found out of her peacefulness, she would be hunted. She dreaded that. She would fight back this time. She would tear jugulars out of throats for freedom. Maybe Pysche the Dark Shit would let her go.
Maybe, just maybe.
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