If you want to get out alive, run for your life IP: 24.12.135.114 Posted on February 14, 2012 at 03:31:22 PM by Lore
It hasn't been more than a week since the little girl had entered this strange world. The death of her mother is still a mystery to her, as she has only known one to be there for her in a time of complete chaos. Since then, she has grown comfortable in her jungle surroundings. She has adjusted nicely, even though she missed out on the antibodies that she needed, she has managed to stay alive. Still, she has a small case of the sniffles, for now.
Her mother is on the move, and Lore is quick to follow in tow, not saying a word or making a sound. She had been sure to remain silent the whole time that they had been standing there. Her amethyst glowing with the anger that emanates off of her mother. The shadows about Lore's hooves, slithering after her like giant snakes. darkening and writhing as they approach the stallion and mare that they had been watching.
Lore contently stands behind Primonetta, comforted by the shadows that pass through her limbs, rubbing up against them lick hungry cats, slithering up her legs and over her withers, through her curly, little, chocolate mane. She might be lucky and not even get noticed my either of the strange equines that her mother currently threatens.
An adorable little dunalino, primitive markings and all. She is a carbon copy of both of her parents, Ankh and Eclipse. She carries her mother's refined, spanish looks, her father's coloring, and sturdiness. You could call her a spanish mustang, if you want to get technical. Not many new of her, accept for the Valkyries, so confusion at the sight of a little foal at Primonetta's side would be expected.
A tiny gasp followed by a hefty sneeze is what will give her away today. Lore shakes her head, legs braced to hold herself steady. The shadows that had been slithering about her legs scatter like roaches exposed to light. Sniffling, she places her head gently on Primonetta's rump, closing her eyes for a brief moment before opening them again, keeping her sights on the strangers. The shadows begin to crawl back towards the filly, almost literally coming out of the woodwork to comfort her again.
