The creeping chill of fall had arrived, though it had not taken over the entirety of the islands; at least not yet. Even so, a thin coat that had yet to thicken for the upcoming months was leaving Viper in a very bad mood. Each breeze raked over her nearly-naked (at least if you asked her that's how it felt) skin and left her skin twitching as a means to stay warm. It had been, she now realized, a mistake to come here. The meadow was more open that she wanted, and the falls seemed more suitable for tree coverage from the biting winds. However in coming here she had ended up soaked to the bone. Teeth chattering, Viper stalked toward the falls.
Even now, she was a sight to see. Her movements were practiced and smooth, each foot placed with precision. A lovely extension that would have left even the surliest of trainers patting her for a job well done. Her tail flicked, sending a spray of water onto her coat which rended an annoyed snort from her quivering pink nostrils.
Upon reaching the lake she eagerly dropped her head to take a drink. The water was freezing and despite her predicament, Viper drank hungrily as if she'd been parched for some time. Upon drinking her fill the painted mare squeezed herself in the brush beside the rocky falls to hide herself away from the tugging winds of autumn. Despite the sun still being out, the shadows obscured her almost enitely. Only the eerie skull painted across her obsidian skin was visible. |
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