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The quiet serenity of this place is the first thing you notice as you wander into its embracing hold. Captivated, you look around you. Sunlight filters through the trees, pooling in golden warmth around the ground. Long legged foals bask in their youth, frolicking with each other in the meadows. The protection of Brighton lays over this land, and it remains a safe haven for any who seek shelter, though it cannot be used as a permanent home.

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Just a Helpless Sinner
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Posted on March 7, 2012 at 07:32:43 PM by Iridesius

Ebony pillars moved a dun mass gently and quickly through the cold lands of the new, and unfamiliar territory of Hoof Prince. A place she came to find refuge in. She had not come across any other equines in her wandering of the vast and dangerous places of the lands. A heavy expel of carbon came from her barrel. She had hardly ate anything in the past two days since arriving in there strange lands She was worried about other things. Things that if she took a break would put her into the long sleep.

Power seemed to flow through her bones, it flowed over her hide and into her very core. The muscles along her barrel shuddered as she let her obsidian orbs gaze around the forestry beyond her. It wasn't easy for the sun barely shone through the leafy haze of the trees around her, the overcast of the threatening clouds above did not help to give lighting either. But that wasn't what made her pelt crawl. There was another in the trees around her. Stopping where she was she let her optics gaze around her darkening surroundings.

A short nicker escaped her vox. Though it was not intended for anyone it reassured her that she still had her vocals if needed. Flaring her nostrils she took in the scents around her. Some faint, other quite strong. A particular strong scent of another equine was prominent in the slight breeze. Expelling yet another puff of carbon as she moved to a jog. As the scent of equine got closer she slowed to a walk as she let her obsidian slates pierce the soft ground, her optics searching on each side as she swung her dome. The first droplets of rain began to seep onto her back as she looked up and watched as the darkened heavens began to unleash their sorrow.

[Earth I] . A Wanderer. Five Years

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fading into oblivion - By s e r a f i n a March 8, 2012 at 04:20:58 AM
i awoke only to find my lungs empty - By Caius March 8, 2012 at 04:34:59 PM

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