07-09-2017, 02:50 PM
She had a habit of disappearing.
After living in the wilderness – the true wilderness, beyond these magical borders – for her entire life, the idea of being seemingly trapped was suffocating her. The black mare didn’t know how to get out of Beqanna. The same tide that had washed her upon the shore didn’t look very inviting, and even though she would often stand at the cliff’s edge, peering over at the churning white caps as they crashed against the jagged rock, she knew that this was where she was stuck now. She didn’t have the courage to leap, and she knew she didn’t have the strength to swim past the strong currents. Sometimes she would look at these strange creatures, with their various wings and other abilities, and wonder if they knew how to get out.
But she remembers Jinju, the red-eyed mare that she had met so long ago. She remembers her invitation to a land called Taiga. Despite her better judgment, she decides to head in that direction. The snow muffles her footsteps, vapors of warm breath snaking from her nostrils and colliding with the frigid air. They are in the middle of winter, and her black coat had lost its sleekness, trading it in for something thicker. Her ropey mane still hung in tangled coils against her neck, reaching well past her shoulders. She only had a vague idea of where she was heading, but she strides out with a purpose, her almost-black eyes scouring the land as she walks.
She treads for hours, following worn paths. One thing she had learned about this place was that nearly everyone walked the same places. They were terribly predictable creatures. Strands of hair clung to branches, hoof prints were embedded into the snow. And the further she walked, the stronger their scents became. Briseis wasn’t sure if she had found Taiga yet, glancing around at the towering trees. The young mare wasn’t entirely sure what she was looking for, but she was sure she would know it when she saw it. Or at the very least, when someone saw her.
After living in the wilderness – the true wilderness, beyond these magical borders – for her entire life, the idea of being seemingly trapped was suffocating her. The black mare didn’t know how to get out of Beqanna. The same tide that had washed her upon the shore didn’t look very inviting, and even though she would often stand at the cliff’s edge, peering over at the churning white caps as they crashed against the jagged rock, she knew that this was where she was stuck now. She didn’t have the courage to leap, and she knew she didn’t have the strength to swim past the strong currents. Sometimes she would look at these strange creatures, with their various wings and other abilities, and wonder if they knew how to get out.
But she remembers Jinju, the red-eyed mare that she had met so long ago. She remembers her invitation to a land called Taiga. Despite her better judgment, she decides to head in that direction. The snow muffles her footsteps, vapors of warm breath snaking from her nostrils and colliding with the frigid air. They are in the middle of winter, and her black coat had lost its sleekness, trading it in for something thicker. Her ropey mane still hung in tangled coils against her neck, reaching well past her shoulders. She only had a vague idea of where she was heading, but she strides out with a purpose, her almost-black eyes scouring the land as she walks.
She treads for hours, following worn paths. One thing she had learned about this place was that nearly everyone walked the same places. They were terribly predictable creatures. Strands of hair clung to branches, hoof prints were embedded into the snow. And the further she walked, the stronger their scents became. Briseis wasn’t sure if she had found Taiga yet, glancing around at the towering trees. The young mare wasn’t entirely sure what she was looking for, but she was sure she would know it when she saw it. Or at the very least, when someone saw her.
briseis.
you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece
you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece