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From the land threaded with tall trees where she first entered this land called 'Helovia', Esther's long, lanky limbs led her to her supposed new home. Apollo had graciously accepted her into this herd, but the impression of the land itself wasn't a great one. Though she was honored and relieved to have found a new home so quickly, the looming, ever-present moon that followed her like a gnat soon grew to annoy her. She, the onyx mare, was easily masked by the darkness that hung over this land like a shroud. One would think that she appreciated the darkness, as Esther seemed to fade into it with ease, but it was quite the opposite.

Her footfalls came to a halt. A rather abrupt one, at that. Her peach hooves dug into the rocky ground, scattering pebbles and chunks of dirt away from her. The unicorn looked to the scattered trees sprouting from the rocky mountains of her new home. The setting would definitely take some getting used to; normally, the mare strayed from mountains during her travels. She never saw herself as a billy goat - tracking up and down mountains wasn't really her thing. Though there were the cons in living here, Esther understood why these ranges made for a good habitat. They offered protection and traveling from one place to the next, you'd never grow overweight. The Tennessee Walker shook her head and laughed lightly at herself and her thoughts. But her whole-hearted smile soon became a slight frown. Her crimson stare looked to the moon disdainfully. How I wish you were the sun..

In her wandering thoughts, her hind left hoof lost its grasp among the rocks. In a slight moment of unneeded panic, Esther's ears swiveled and fell flat while she picked up her front limbs and gave a sort of right-ways leap. A heavy snort abated her as she looked at where her footing lost itself. It wasn't a life or death situation, but it certainly surprised her.

"Damn rocks.." The overo mare watched as a cluster of hardened earth tumbled over each other. Her extended tail lashed out angrily before she shot one last glare at the moon, which glared back at her with its eerie, reflected light.



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Mentioned: Apollo
Tone: Words.
Word Count: Words.
Notes: Do not need to ask to post. Jus' go fer it.

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The Tennessee Walker shuffled around uncomfortably, until she grasped her footing. This would definitely take some getting used to. How embarrassing.., the long-legged mare thought as her crimson oculars stared almost angrily at her fore hooves. Oh how she missed the swampy land she once called home. After leaving her parents, Esther sought shelter for the longest time in, what she believed to be, a magical place. A swamp; a filthy, thick, constantly damp swamp. At most times, the insects were intolerable, but oh how she enjoyed the company of the swishing, murky waters and the fireflies that reflected dimly on those waters.

She would much rather be there than traveling through the rocky mountains, but she knew that in time, she'd adapt. Esther always has adapted to her surroundings with ease. "I'd just have to be more careful," the young mare nodded, speaking quietly to herself. I do wonder how different the other lands of Helovia are, compared to this one. The Threshold where she met Apollo and her new 'home' was all she had seen of this dark land. Her wandering thoughts made her oblivious to the nearing presence of another.

"Are you alright? You didn't hurt yourself, did you...?"

The mare cringed. She hated that someone saw her slip up; she probably looked like a complete fool. But the kind voice that called out to her, seemed to abate any negative thoughts of herself. Her long lion's tail flicked as her head turned to the owner of that voice. Her blood-colored stare locked onto a lightly colored equine - Esther couldn't really tell her color due to her bad night vision - and gave a small smile.

"Yes, I'm alright," Esther responded, turning her body to face the other, "thank you for asking. I have yet to grow accustomed to this land." The unicorn remarked to the other mare. She was .. rather careful about her footing as well, when she had turned.

"My name's Esther," she introduced herself with a kind tone of voice.

Addressed: Janus
Mentioned: Janus
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Word Count: 337
Notes: Omygosh, yay. :3 I was beginning to lose hope someone would ever post~.