Posted on April 4, 2020 at 02:52:39 AM by Caesisus
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She shudders. She can not shake the angry look that Sham had given her. He disapproved of her coming to the Forest. She had just wanted to help those who were injured or in need of guidance from this place. She could smell the acrid fear, it stings her nostrils and takes her very breath from her lungs. She stumbles through the forest, the branches curl their fingers down and tug at her caramel locks. They dig their bare fingers into her delicate skin and scrape against her flesh. Their guttural cries still shake her to the bones. The sound of their bodies clashing together still echoes in her mind. Two forces tug at her... one that condemns her for leaving the prairie and the other congratulates her for her bravery. She pauses beneath the silvery moonlight, just within a quaint clearing. The faint babbling of a brook draws her closer, its waters smell fresh and cool and refreshing to a parched tongue. She dares to move close and she drops her quivering muzzle to the sparkling waters. She closes her eyes as she slurps the water. Her ears flick atop her crown and strain to hear the approach of any hooves. A crack within the forest causes her to jerk her head up, emerald eyes squint against the dark. Instantly she can feel her skin begin to quiver as her heart thunders wildly in her chest. She pivots from the water's edge, her hooves make a sucking noise as she moves. The mud clings to her hooves and her fetlocks as she turns to face whomever had followed her. wayfinding woman of the prairie |
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