04-23-2016, 02:36 PM
Dacia
Jamie x Astri
You couldn’t see the wall at first. The wind howled, drowning out the very sound of Dacia’s beating heart. Were it not for the crystalline puffs of breath coming from her nose in front of her, the color-changing mare would begin to doubt her own existence. But she is alive, more so now than she has been in previous years. A passing thought, more a memory really, sparks within her and she shudders before pressing forward in her journey. Winter was quickly approaching, so her journey to view the Tundra was ill-timed but still necessary. One of the only Kingdoms steeped in secrecy and secluded behind their ice fortress, the land of stallions hadn’t been the ideal destination for the newly pregnant mare, but she’d dreamed of it a few nights past and set out as soon as she could manage.
Should trouble befall her, she doubts she’ll have a hard time blending in to this particular background. For now, though, she’s kept her original green coat, treading carefully along the worn path that had begun to lose its effectiveness under the cover of snow. The further she seemed to transgress, the more her surroundings seemed to blend and offer no guidance. Admittedly, she could choose at any moment to turn back and head home, but as she pivots slowly and gazes behind her, she realizes that may not be as easy as she hoped. “Bother…” She thinks, turning again in what she assumes is the correct direction before plodding ahead.
It is only then that the very top of the wall comes to view, glistening in horrible glory as the sun reflects off of it. Towering above her and extending to either side, disappearing into the pale expanse of white. The shudder returns, but for a different reason this time. Out here, she’s more aware than ever just how much she’ll stick out.
Should trouble befall her, she doubts she’ll have a hard time blending in to this particular background. For now, though, she’s kept her original green coat, treading carefully along the worn path that had begun to lose its effectiveness under the cover of snow. The further she seemed to transgress, the more her surroundings seemed to blend and offer no guidance. Admittedly, she could choose at any moment to turn back and head home, but as she pivots slowly and gazes behind her, she realizes that may not be as easy as she hoped. “Bother…” She thinks, turning again in what she assumes is the correct direction before plodding ahead.
It is only then that the very top of the wall comes to view, glistening in horrible glory as the sun reflects off of it. Towering above her and extending to either side, disappearing into the pale expanse of white. The shudder returns, but for a different reason this time. Out here, she’s more aware than ever just how much she’ll stick out.
Color-Changing Vixen of the Chamber