Meadow
Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.
Posted on April 29, 2020 at 08:45:46 PM by FIRESTORM
 It was true; Firestorm was quite naive, and, not at all perceptive to things that weren’t tangible. Let it be a lesson learned, this day. The slender mare moves closer, and Firestorm is happy that she seems content to leave the corpse where it lay. Noting the mare’s wariness, Firestorm gives a finalizing glance over the distant treeline -- was there something present that she was unaware of? What did Wendigo know that she did not? She was a simple mare, one who had never been exposed to the occult, or mythos. Despite her confusion, her intrigue was engaged a little more deeply. She blinks, “ Why? “ she asked, sounding more like a child, than she did an adult -- even if she were only barely just. She points her ears at Wendigo, eager to learn whatever she would willingly share with her. “ Why shouldn’t we speak of it? “ she asks, again. “ What is it that you are so worried about? “ she gave another glance around. “ What is it that you feel, that I do not? “ Firestorm had never dreamed about anything that wasn’t obtainable, to her, the world had been black and white, no spectrum whatsoever. But then, how can one knowingly think about what they weren’t exposed to? Such thoughts were never put into her head, and now, here she stood, wondering why she didn’t feel as anxious as Wendigo. ’Idiot,’ the back of her mind chided herself, ’You’re going to get yourself killed.’ She shook her head after, ’No’, she argued back, before banishing her internal monolog for later. She didn’t want to miss what she would have to say. |
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- your catharsis is beautiful - By wendigo April 30, 2020 at 01:46:43 AM
- Hell on heels - By FIRESTORM May 2, 2020 at 07:09:47 PM
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