Forest Frontiers
Forest Frontiers is a herdland of rolling hills and a fringe of forest on all sides. The picture it makes seems straight out of an Old Western story. The woodlands are predominantly pine, but it allows for a few deciduous trees here and there for a little change of scenery when the time is right. A small stream flows into a lake, a small hiccup in its long thin line of travel. Every morning, thanks to the higher base altitude, a small haze of mist is there to greet you -- enriching the air with a thick pine scent.
The Herd
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Milkglass
Boneash
Genie
Izabella
Suss
Aonia
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Saia
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sweetly broken
IP: 216.160.119.246
Posted on June 15, 2012 at 02:31:15 AM by Devnot
At the mention of her name, she wavered, the hard edge being filed away just a bit. Her heart raced as he moved closer to her, and like a deer in the head lights fear quivers along her spine as his muzzle brushes against her. But as all things come to an end so does the wide eyed, vulnerability she experiences, with a blink of her orbs the cold look is back her ears swiveling to hear the chestnut, with a shudder she sidles away from him fearful of the effect he had on her; before taking a challenging step closer to the woman. “I’m here aren’t I?” The glare is back, when she hisses the words out to the chestnut.
The way the two interact makes Devnot’s soul cower in fear, and if she wasn’t so bent on keeping her front, she would have gladly turned tail and run screaming from the sinister way he touched the woman. Would he touch her like that? Every feeling that had been growing for him, even the little bit of trust she had gathered for him flew out the window in those few moments. That wasn’t any of Glamour that she saw it was all him, all a monster that would steal her heart, then abuse it just as everyone else had. Pain gripped her facial features, glossy pools quaking with the questions she felt screaming through her. How could he? After all he promised, after all that time spent hoping that he was indeed different…. It truly felt like a knife had gutted her that she could collapse and die. Was her heart even beating? Time was standing still while she searched his eyes, wondering if there was any glimmer of the stallion that had claimed her in the field, if it was all just a ruse. Did he see her look? Did he see what he had done? Before Glamour could have a chance to see the smoky girl shut down, glazed over in a deadly way, the flame that had sparked there was snuffed out, everything blackness inside her mind, she was quickly becoming her mother. Oh Indi, is there any way you can save this? Keep this woman sane? Teach her love and warmth? Or is the thread of hope forever broken?
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