09-27-2015, 11:13 AM
{Voudou || Mare || 6 years || Gates}
Everything was cold and grey. Long icycles hung from the branches, like frosty fingers looking to grab at their next victim. The sky was overcast, letting through little light even though it was mid afternoon, and the breeze hit everything around with a sharp, bitter cold that stung like needles.
Standing in a small clearing was a tall black vixen, her ebony mane gnarled and tangled into impressively sized dreadlocks, her hoofs cracked and muddy despite the snow. Grey scars lined her once smooth pelt, cruel reminders of what had happened over 3 years ago. It had been a long time, and for the most part Voudou was over it, but there were still days when she barely functioned, and her personality turned as dark as her raven hair. It had been nearly two years since Voudou had even stepped foot in the Gates, and doing so bubbled up feelings of confusion and rage all at once. Jason and Fiasko had gotten their happy family, and Voudou had left them to it. None of her business what they wanted to do anyway, it's not as if she could have stopped them. Still, it had hurt her to see them together, and for that she needed to leave. Would she even be welcome here? Would she find the same kind faces or had this territory been overrun by swarms of strangers?
The mare certainly hoped there weren't too many new equines in the area, one of the things she had enjoyed most about this territory was being able to explore and do her own thing without the interruption of nosy neighbors. But she hadn't found a better place to live, and this seemed like a good time to start over and try again.
All at once the fae let out a whinny that pierced the air like a knife, so high pitched it was almost more of a scream than anything else. She almost scared herself with the volume of it, and quickly collected herself so she didn't look like quite as much of a mess. Afterall, if she was going to meet anyone new today they had to know right off the bat that she wasn't someone to be messed with, and that she had no problem putting inferior souls in their place even if that required a bit of violence. Voudou might be a mess, but in her mind she was still better than any of the other critters that attempted to befriend her.
Standing in a small clearing was a tall black vixen, her ebony mane gnarled and tangled into impressively sized dreadlocks, her hoofs cracked and muddy despite the snow. Grey scars lined her once smooth pelt, cruel reminders of what had happened over 3 years ago. It had been a long time, and for the most part Voudou was over it, but there were still days when she barely functioned, and her personality turned as dark as her raven hair. It had been nearly two years since Voudou had even stepped foot in the Gates, and doing so bubbled up feelings of confusion and rage all at once. Jason and Fiasko had gotten their happy family, and Voudou had left them to it. None of her business what they wanted to do anyway, it's not as if she could have stopped them. Still, it had hurt her to see them together, and for that she needed to leave. Would she even be welcome here? Would she find the same kind faces or had this territory been overrun by swarms of strangers?
The mare certainly hoped there weren't too many new equines in the area, one of the things she had enjoyed most about this territory was being able to explore and do her own thing without the interruption of nosy neighbors. But she hadn't found a better place to live, and this seemed like a good time to start over and try again.
All at once the fae let out a whinny that pierced the air like a knife, so high pitched it was almost more of a scream than anything else. She almost scared herself with the volume of it, and quickly collected herself so she didn't look like quite as much of a mess. Afterall, if she was going to meet anyone new today they had to know right off the bat that she wasn't someone to be messed with, and that she had no problem putting inferior souls in their place even if that required a bit of violence. Voudou might be a mess, but in her mind she was still better than any of the other critters that attempted to befriend her.