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[Tarvelie]

Tarvelie

Pale feathers floated to the ground, dun colored skin stretching tightly over muscle with each labored breath she took. The mare was in bad shape. Never in her life had Tarvelie been so unappealing to look at, she had always been rather nice looking. Wings that stretched into beautiful sails, eyes that mirrored the emerald hills she walked upon, and a smile that gave the sun a run for its money. But now she was weak, pacing antsily in a circle. Tarvelie felt trapped without the ability to fly, and there was no way her wings would be fixed anytime soon. She knew this, and she hated herself for letting it get this way. Simple exploration turned into a downword spiral of fights she couldnt win, days of being lost and confused, and the yearning to return home. Though now she was here, and didnt quite know what it was she wished for now. Rest? Asylum? Help... No. No she could do this on her own. Dark ears flattened against her matted mane, eyes blazing with new life. For she was in a new place, and could try to start again.

-Alis volat propriis-