01-22-2021, 07:53 AM
In the darkness, with the hunting monsters, it proves difficult to make good time heading for the Field. It’s time. Time for a home, for shelter, something to belong to. She’s always just been her mother’s daughter, nothing more. Just the child of an over-protective gentle mother. It’s been four years of that – two of which she spent mostly in the Meadow hiding from the world. Well, seems silly now that her mother thought it was dangerous then when this is what everything has become. Swallowed in black. She’s a beacon shifting through the trees and over the hills, a dim glow lighting her scales, she doesn’t dare brighten it for fear she will become an immediate target. She can hear the agonizing screams that pierce the eerie quiet and echo across the world like its empty. The winter’s chill doesn’t seem to have passed like it should have and it remains cold, which Fen has never loved. The cold is all together undesirable, really. But there’s no time to dwell on that when you’re in actual constant danger and you can’t see much around you.
At least she has her glow to light her way. Moving across the rolling meadow, the dead grasses brushing her soft underbelly and her hair catching the branches of shrubbery as she passes through. She can smell that she’s arrived at the edge of the Field, a claiming grounds, her mother explained to her once. They come and find you, sometimes more than one and sometimes none at all – they want to take you to their home. Do not trust anyone, Fenwe. Not until they prove it. Her mother always told her. So there she is, a little glowing girl dressed in shiny scales and golden spots against her piebald base. Her hair long and thick, twirling elegantly at its ends as it bounces in a gentle breeze. She’s certainly easy to spot, even with her glow a bit dimmed. Like a little teal ghost standing at edge of the open plain.
<3 open to anyone, she needs a home
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