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Write my name in your blood Posted on September 2, 2023 at 06:39:34 AM by Astryd
As the morning sunlight filtered through the freshly bloomed flowers in the grassy meadows of the Commons, Astryd enjoyed the tranquility. The transition from the harsh winter to the blossoming spring was evident in the vibrant colors surrounding her. Astryd's coat, kissed by the gentle touch of the sun's rays, boasted a hue of crimson that seemed to shimmer with a subtle iridescence. Her slender build exuded strength, evidence of the challenges she had faced.
Astryd was approached by a stallion, his intentions unclear to her. At first, she greeted him with an air of skepticism, pinning her ears in suspicion. Her voice, carrying a hint of irritation, rang out as she recounted the painful events that had led her to this point. "I was given no choice," she began, her voice filled with a mixture of bitterness and heartache. "My entire homeland was engulfed in fire. Through the flames and into the water was my only escape. But maybe next time I'll keep that in mind."
Though her wounded legs and belly caused discomfort and pain, Astryd refused to let it show. She bolstered her resolve, masking her vulnerability with a stoic demeanor. Her icy blue gaze, captivating and intense, remained locked on the stallion, assessing the trustworthiness of his presence. Uncertain of his intentions, she took a tentative step back, wary of any potential danger.
As the morning breeze whispered through the meadows, Astryd's silver mane fluttered and cascaded around her beautiful face, lending an enchanting allure to her resolute countenance.
Inquisitively, Astryd finally voiced her questions, her tone laced with caution. "Who are you? What do you want from me?" she queried, her voice laced with a mixture of vulnerability and curiosity. Though physically weakened and unable to engage in a physical confrontation, she refused to back down.
The grassy meadows served as a witness, the wind carrying their words and a sense of anticipation. Astryd, adorned with her dark crimson coat and silver mane, stood unwavering, ready to face whatever this encounter would bring. Replies: There have been no replies.