12-23-2019, 11:04 PM
Her refuge had been the trees, gnarled and bending to the wind, and yet never breaking. She had used their swaying arms like a confessional as she whispered her words and pressed her sins to the bark as it left the weakness of her splintered soul. She dared to leave their overseeing branches...now naked in the autumn cold, twisted wooden bones gripping blindly to keep their coveted child within their grasp.
Her call had surprisingly reached that of fuscia man with slit eyes and scrutinizing lips. Had he meant harm? Elk can only suspect 'no' as he neared with ears forward but cautious and watching. She felt magnified and dissected under his unwavering gaze before seven little word found the faults in her seams and dug into her tender flesh. Dark eyes cast downward as she looked from the damp black legs of her legs to the vivid magenta of the nameless man who cut the silence of a snowy meadow with plain observation.
"I-", personification of herself begins and wavers somewhere in the throng of a soft defense but it abruptly extinguished by contrasting canary and starry girl. Another had joined the pair. Ears flicker like candlelight as the girl breathes her objection with nerve. Elk dares not breath as she can feel a swell of tension rise (though her heart blooms ever so slightly that someone had called her pretty). Chocolate eyes shift from the youth to the stallion, her lips tugging up slightly, a cool autumn wind catching her forelock so it lifts to reveal the only white mark upon her body...a simple small white star.
"I'm Elk..." The warm brown eyes find themselves upon the dappled gold of another mare approaching. Her attention flits to the stallion and the young mare, a smile of bright curiosity flickering across her dark lips, forgetting the tension that had thickened the air. The bay woman straightens herself and attempts to tame the unruly locks of her tangled mane but it is to no avail as she was a forest dweller, savage and uncaring for appearances.
They seemed educated...well versed in ways Elk only dreamt of beneath the dappled night skies, the scent of spring rain and pine clinging to her skin. "I think you're all wonderful." The expression comes less forceful than anticipated but the clearness in her eyes could convey all of her emotional authenticity. "I've never seen such coats like yours." Another simple observation that was nodded towards Mazy and the unknown male. The golden mare...well, her beauty simply exuded from the height of her elegant head to the squareness of her shoulders. Perhaps Elk had been the one to interrupt a gathering with her call but it was certainly too late now to return to the woods...she was here and now and very much present within the gathering of their newly group.
Her call had surprisingly reached that of fuscia man with slit eyes and scrutinizing lips. Had he meant harm? Elk can only suspect 'no' as he neared with ears forward but cautious and watching. She felt magnified and dissected under his unwavering gaze before seven little word found the faults in her seams and dug into her tender flesh. Dark eyes cast downward as she looked from the damp black legs of her legs to the vivid magenta of the nameless man who cut the silence of a snowy meadow with plain observation.
"I-", personification of herself begins and wavers somewhere in the throng of a soft defense but it abruptly extinguished by contrasting canary and starry girl. Another had joined the pair. Ears flicker like candlelight as the girl breathes her objection with nerve. Elk dares not breath as she can feel a swell of tension rise (though her heart blooms ever so slightly that someone had called her pretty). Chocolate eyes shift from the youth to the stallion, her lips tugging up slightly, a cool autumn wind catching her forelock so it lifts to reveal the only white mark upon her body...a simple small white star.
"I'm Elk..." The warm brown eyes find themselves upon the dappled gold of another mare approaching. Her attention flits to the stallion and the young mare, a smile of bright curiosity flickering across her dark lips, forgetting the tension that had thickened the air. The bay woman straightens herself and attempts to tame the unruly locks of her tangled mane but it is to no avail as she was a forest dweller, savage and uncaring for appearances.
They seemed educated...well versed in ways Elk only dreamt of beneath the dappled night skies, the scent of spring rain and pine clinging to her skin. "I think you're all wonderful." The expression comes less forceful than anticipated but the clearness in her eyes could convey all of her emotional authenticity. "I've never seen such coats like yours." Another simple observation that was nodded towards Mazy and the unknown male. The golden mare...well, her beauty simply exuded from the height of her elegant head to the squareness of her shoulders. Perhaps Elk had been the one to interrupt a gathering with her call but it was certainly too late now to return to the woods...she was here and now and very much present within the gathering of their newly group.
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