Embark has turned into a beautiful young girl.
While she has yet to reach full maturity, her body has grown to the size of an average horse. Her head is slightly dipped (which she could never understand why. Neither Imperial nor Kuma’s face looked like that), her body slender and agile. Her mane is long like her mother’s once was, beautiful ivory tresses that descend in waves along her neck. Crimson eyes glow bright with the promise of a life full of adventure.
She had left her home. Left her beloved sister with a kiss of the cheek. ”I’ll be back soon.” She had said. Her mother had wished her good luck in finding whatever she needed to find, and her father...well, she buried herself beneath his strong embrace and cried for a bit. But this is something she needed to do, a comfort zone she needed to push. The cavern in the mountains would always be home, a place to lay her weary head...but what good was a life of safety? To never push the boundaries of her heart would be a grave disservice.
She moves by daylight (her mother hasn’t been able to stop her fears from taking over her mind, although it is apparent Gryffen is no longer the king of the autumn wood), her family watching carefully as she walked away from them, to the forest of Sylva, until they were but a speck on the horizon. She moves quickly through the forest, nodding at passerbys, but in general keeping to herself. No one seemed interested in her.
A few days passed, and finally the autumn forest ended, and a small stream began. She crossed it with ease, and looked to the path before her. One led towards the forest, the other through a field of thick grass (one she had taken long ago, the last time she had been to the playground). But she is no longer a child, so she descends into the darkness of the woods, weaving between trees and following the paths worn in the ground.
It’s when she comes across a large stallion, eyes lost in thought. She tilts her head curiously, glancing over his thick, dark frame, his scarred bodice. She had only seen her mother’s scars, puckered purple and brown skin where hair had been missing. She walks over quietly, whispering a nearly inaudible “Hello” to him.
@[Krigare]
While she has yet to reach full maturity, her body has grown to the size of an average horse. Her head is slightly dipped (which she could never understand why. Neither Imperial nor Kuma’s face looked like that), her body slender and agile. Her mane is long like her mother’s once was, beautiful ivory tresses that descend in waves along her neck. Crimson eyes glow bright with the promise of a life full of adventure.
She had left her home. Left her beloved sister with a kiss of the cheek. ”I’ll be back soon.” She had said. Her mother had wished her good luck in finding whatever she needed to find, and her father...well, she buried herself beneath his strong embrace and cried for a bit. But this is something she needed to do, a comfort zone she needed to push. The cavern in the mountains would always be home, a place to lay her weary head...but what good was a life of safety? To never push the boundaries of her heart would be a grave disservice.
She moves by daylight (her mother hasn’t been able to stop her fears from taking over her mind, although it is apparent Gryffen is no longer the king of the autumn wood), her family watching carefully as she walked away from them, to the forest of Sylva, until they were but a speck on the horizon. She moves quickly through the forest, nodding at passerbys, but in general keeping to herself. No one seemed interested in her.
A few days passed, and finally the autumn forest ended, and a small stream began. She crossed it with ease, and looked to the path before her. One led towards the forest, the other through a field of thick grass (one she had taken long ago, the last time she had been to the playground). But she is no longer a child, so she descends into the darkness of the woods, weaving between trees and following the paths worn in the ground.
It’s when she comes across a large stallion, eyes lost in thought. She tilts her head curiously, glancing over his thick, dark frame, his scarred bodice. She had only seen her mother’s scars, puckered purple and brown skin where hair had been missing. She walks over quietly, whispering a nearly inaudible “Hello” to him.
@[Krigare]