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you're dripping like a saturated sunrise, anyone - Briseis - 07-09-2017
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. briseis.
you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece RE: you're dripping like a saturated sunrise, anyone - Circinae - 07-10-2017 oh, my love, don't forsake me. take what the water gave me .. Circinae RE: you're dripping like a saturated sunrise, anyone - Briseis - 07-18-2017
The call that sounds into the air causes her to stop in her tracks. Her muscles go rigid, and her head lifts, both ears flinging forward. With flared nostrils she can detect the faintest scent of something that resembles a canine, and her years of living alone, away from society, has caused her fight or flight instincts to be stronger than most in Beqanna’s probably were. Fighting was rarely an option, since living alone meant she was almost always outnumbered, and already her legs are tense as they ready themselves to flee. But from around the trunk of a giant red tree appears a mare, and the look that crosses her face is a perplexed one. The scent still lingers, but Briseis stills her uneasy legs, surveying the odd colored mare as she approaches. She was still getting used to all the peculiarities of this land, and while the vibrant array of colors were no longer quite so alarming, the powers that some here possessed were still new to her. In fact, she had never actually witnessed any of them with her own eyes, and that is why the confusion on her face has been replaced with something closer to suspicion. The other mare speaks, and the tone of her voice seems friendly enough, and slowly the black mustang begins to loosen her taut muscles. ”Is this Taiga?” She asks, her brown eyes looking around once more. Without much to go off of, she couldn’t be sure, but she was fairly certain that wherever she was, it was not a common ground such as the meadow or forest. And even though she was new to Beqanna and it wasn’t at all similar to the herd life she was accustomed to in her old home, she was sure that trespassing was not taken kindly here either. ”Jinju invited me. I met her awhile ago, but I only just made it.” The name is dropped in hopes that if this indeed was Taiga that sharing something familiar would give her some sort of validity in being here, that she was not someone that was here to bring harm. ”My name is Briseis.” There is a slight pause, taking in the green and blue mare, before asking hesitantly, ”Was that a wolf that I heard earlier?” Or was it you, is the unsaid portion of her question the remains trapped on her tongue. briseis.
you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece RE: you're dripping like a saturated sunrise, anyone - Circinae - 07-21-2017 oh, my love, don't forsake me. take what the water gave me .. Circinae |