04-21-2017, 09:10 PM
DESPAYR
At Night she Walks the Beaches...
It wasn't much to look at, these dead lands, but it was considered home. Kept here maybe only for her brothers entertainment. The mouse forever to his game he loved so much. Ah whatever, what else would she do with her life...
He had left her to her own vices today so she wandered. There wasn't much to do or see so wandering or training was about it. Her own son summoned to train in the ways of Pangea was fast approaching. Lazily she looked about not expecting to see much. But then no one expects to see much here. Especially green... Her two toned eyes narrow upon the sight headed her direction. She stops to watch as a pair of brightly colored equines come into the lands. Her ears pressed against her skull as she question who they were and what they were doing here...
She lunged forward, ears pinned and head low. Chest heaved with each deep breath as hooves pounded the earth upon each contact. Pangea ash rose from behind her creating a cloud of dust. Nearing quickly (as they had stopped) her hind quarter buckled under her not far from where they rested. Nares flared as a deep exhale fluttered a snort of warning. She approached boldly, eyes on the stallion. Taking note of the child at his side. Similar in age to her own. She spoke with confidence, "Can I help you with something?" Her tone a bit harsh but she wasn't one to be sweet. In fact she may be the least harsh in the wastelands so if they can't take her then they best high tail it to Tephra..
He had left her to her own vices today so she wandered. There wasn't much to do or see so wandering or training was about it. Her own son summoned to train in the ways of Pangea was fast approaching. Lazily she looked about not expecting to see much. But then no one expects to see much here. Especially green... Her two toned eyes narrow upon the sight headed her direction. She stops to watch as a pair of brightly colored equines come into the lands. Her ears pressed against her skull as she question who they were and what they were doing here...
She lunged forward, ears pinned and head low. Chest heaved with each deep breath as hooves pounded the earth upon each contact. Pangea ash rose from behind her creating a cloud of dust. Nearing quickly (as they had stopped) her hind quarter buckled under her not far from where they rested. Nares flared as a deep exhale fluttered a snort of warning. She approached boldly, eyes on the stallion. Taking note of the child at his side. Similar in age to her own. She spoke with confidence, "Can I help you with something?" Her tone a bit harsh but she wasn't one to be sweet. In fact she may be the least harsh in the wastelands so if they can't take her then they best high tail it to Tephra..
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