karsi
The cruelness of the world has grow to fester into a seeping boil. Slowly, it turns in rotten and the plague oozes from the manifestation of darkness. Karsi grins to herself with a smile that was a little too big, a little too 'cheery' as she sways slowly in the darkness of a cave. The curse of sickness was a promise of a new existence for the frozen-heart mare.
A pale blue leg slowly emerges into the dying sunlight. The moon is hidden beneath a thick cloud, pregnant with spring rain, threatening the black mare. She pays it no attention as she slips between shadows and mist with nearly soundless movement. Her animation is honed to near perfection, pushing the worms and spiders from her path, raising the musty smell with the movement but it was more bearable than feeling the squish of damp invertebrates under her blue hoof.
Others (either brave or stupid) linger in the dark. The mare eyes them but keeps her distance as she spares them from her unwarranted wrath. On this evening, she is feeling something close to elation, the humid air of an early summer fills her lungs with a luxurious burn. She finds a place to stand, breathing deep, savoring the solitude of a near dark night.
With ease, the white haired mare lifts rocks larger than her own skull and thrusts them into the swelling river belly to causes a chaotic stir in the once serene waters. It felt good to watch the ripple as the river hungrily gobbled up the rock. She debates whether she wants to toss another...maybe crack the river wide so it drained and the water disappreared...no, no, she did not need the headhunters of Beqanna on her ass so soon...but perhaps if things were just too honeyed in this warm spring them maybe...maybe...she could caught just a little chaos.
A pale blue leg slowly emerges into the dying sunlight. The moon is hidden beneath a thick cloud, pregnant with spring rain, threatening the black mare. She pays it no attention as she slips between shadows and mist with nearly soundless movement. Her animation is honed to near perfection, pushing the worms and spiders from her path, raising the musty smell with the movement but it was more bearable than feeling the squish of damp invertebrates under her blue hoof.
Others (either brave or stupid) linger in the dark. The mare eyes them but keeps her distance as she spares them from her unwarranted wrath. On this evening, she is feeling something close to elation, the humid air of an early summer fills her lungs with a luxurious burn. She finds a place to stand, breathing deep, savoring the solitude of a near dark night.
With ease, the white haired mare lifts rocks larger than her own skull and thrusts them into the swelling river belly to causes a chaotic stir in the once serene waters. It felt good to watch the ripple as the river hungrily gobbled up the rock. She debates whether she wants to toss another...maybe crack the river wide so it drained and the water disappreared...no, no, she did not need the headhunters of Beqanna on her ass so soon...but perhaps if things were just too honeyed in this warm spring them maybe...maybe...she could caught just a little chaos.
your hips on my jawline
@Aziz