03-04-2024, 10:58 AM
so if your wings won't find you heaven,
I will bring it down like an ancient bygone
She regains her composure, giving a shudder to roll the remnants of inky mist off of her spotted hide. Naluca’s heartbeat picks up pace slightly. She catches the feeling of the slight anxiety creeping up the back of her throat. Her brow furrows, purple eyes shifting to the flora in front of her. Surely, she was not the only creature to roam and wander the twilight hours. The forest was quiet, but most are in her experiences. In this instance, it is eerily quiet. Fauna that typically scurry and swoop between the foliage were exceptionally quieted as the sun fell behind the horizon. The night was young, but it darkles all the same. Nighttide was not a hinderance. in fact, it was often her advantage. Naluca flutters her eyelids to adjust her vision - the entire world becoming clear as day, but color washes away into shades of grey.
As she carefully observes the foliage in front of her, she neglects what could lurk in her wake. Naluca is not experienced in traveling alone. Her two siblings, though adoptive, were the ones who took her in at such a young and helpless age, cared for her deeply and as best as young horses could take care of one another. The separation of the trio was not calculated. However, it was a strangely welcoming experience to the horned mare, though nerve-wracking and exciting all the same.
There was a heaviness that befalls the surrounding area. The gloom creeps up every vertebrae of her spine and she involuntarily shivers. A voice drawls from the thickets behind her and her ears flicker backwards to catch the source. She turns, meeting with intense eyes emerging from the shadowed foliage. To her, they were grey, but the intensity of them made her assume them to be of a red or orange shade. Too bright to be any cool-toned colors. She would only know in daylight.
“I suppose I am.” Her voice is soft and quiet, “These lands are foreign to me. I’ve only just wandered my way here a few hours ago.” she ceases speaking, watching carefully. “I suppose that might be a bit obvious, though.” Admittedly Naluca wasn’t clever enough to make herself look like she knew where she was going, nor stop rambling when she was nervous - too in awe of her newfound freedoms.
“I’m Naluca.” Perhaps ever the fool, but her innate politeness overrides her wariness and she couldn’t refuse the compulsion to introduce herself.
As she carefully observes the foliage in front of her, she neglects what could lurk in her wake. Naluca is not experienced in traveling alone. Her two siblings, though adoptive, were the ones who took her in at such a young and helpless age, cared for her deeply and as best as young horses could take care of one another. The separation of the trio was not calculated. However, it was a strangely welcoming experience to the horned mare, though nerve-wracking and exciting all the same.
There was a heaviness that befalls the surrounding area. The gloom creeps up every vertebrae of her spine and she involuntarily shivers. A voice drawls from the thickets behind her and her ears flicker backwards to catch the source. She turns, meeting with intense eyes emerging from the shadowed foliage. To her, they were grey, but the intensity of them made her assume them to be of a red or orange shade. Too bright to be any cool-toned colors. She would only know in daylight.
“I suppose I am.” Her voice is soft and quiet, “These lands are foreign to me. I’ve only just wandered my way here a few hours ago.” she ceases speaking, watching carefully. “I suppose that might be a bit obvious, though.” Admittedly Naluca wasn’t clever enough to make herself look like she knew where she was going, nor stop rambling when she was nervous - too in awe of her newfound freedoms.
“I’m Naluca.” Perhaps ever the fool, but her innate politeness overrides her wariness and she couldn’t refuse the compulsion to introduce herself.
Naluca
@Torryn