04-16-2021, 06:23 PM
MAURTIA
The sun’s arrival had been a interesting development, but Maurtia decided she liked it because it brought a little more freedom. The world seems to be settling and though she’s vaguely aware of the agitation her parents are radiating it is quickly forgotten as she leaves Pangea. She’s promised to only come here - to the Playground - and keeping this promise is easy for two reasons. 1) she’s aware that one of or both of her parents could easily check in on her at any time and 2) it’s exciting enough just seeing somewhere new that she’s not very fussed about how it’s a place for babies.
The shadow wolf pup she was gifted from her father curls around her legs as she stands just inside the border. She’s gotten this far and it’s still early in the morning, there’s still plenty of day left, but… well Maurtia’s just not quite sure what she’s supposed to do next. Her white eyes glow softly as they peer around and she cannot seem to see a single other foal. She should have bothered her sisters to come with her, at least then she’d have company.
She doesn’t notice the way she stands with near-supernatural stillness, her tail already long enough to brush the tips of the grass by her hooves. No mane adorns her neck and her pearlescent skin shimmers slightly in the sunlight. If not for the breathing, she could be a statue.
She’s doing it on purpose, thinking that maybe if she stands still long enough something interesting will happen and she can join in. Almost as if there’s already an instinct somewhere deep inside her that tells her she might accidentally scare off new friends from just her presence.
The shadow wolf pup she was gifted from her father curls around her legs as she stands just inside the border. She’s gotten this far and it’s still early in the morning, there’s still plenty of day left, but… well Maurtia’s just not quite sure what she’s supposed to do next. Her white eyes glow softly as they peer around and she cannot seem to see a single other foal. She should have bothered her sisters to come with her, at least then she’d have company.
She doesn’t notice the way she stands with near-supernatural stillness, her tail already long enough to brush the tips of the grass by her hooves. No mane adorns her neck and her pearlescent skin shimmers slightly in the sunlight. If not for the breathing, she could be a statue.
She’s doing it on purpose, thinking that maybe if she stands still long enough something interesting will happen and she can join in. Almost as if there’s already an instinct somewhere deep inside her that tells her she might accidentally scare off new friends from just her presence.
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