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Petrichor
Open Halyven 
Rixen the Vine King
Currently championing: Vjanta
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R I X E N



I woke up to the drumming of rain and the slow drip, drip, drip of water onto my hide. I grumbled and snorted, shaking my head, as I rode the cusp of sleep's final waves onto the shore of consciousness. My emerald eyes gradually adjusted to the change in lighting, pupils shrinking and dilating, until, after a few moments, I could bear to lift my head and allow my vision to focus on the crumbled walls. I was alone, again. Since I had arrived in this place, I had encountered but a few of my kind. The day was cloudy, and past that I couldn't tell the time if I tried. Like the heaps of stones that surrounded me, the skies were charcoal gray, an obscured sun resting somewhere in the center; somehow, someway, faint hues of light streamed down upon me, fighting feebly against the deluge. I missed the warmth of the sun. Thunder grumbled in the distance, and I wanted to tuck myself back into the protection of the walls. But I was on a mission, one that could not be put off any longer.

Pushing the chill that haunted my bones aside, I emerged from the ruin. Though unsure which direction I should go, I was certain that when I started moving the air whispering through my thin coat and tickling the whiskers on my muzzle would subside. After all, I had been dealing with the rain and floods in the colder months, and surviving, wandering this desolate earth on my own for far longer. When I busied myself the coldness and the dampness wouldn't plague my mind as much. And so I proceeded to complete my usual wake-up "routine" of stretching and then shaking my entire body in an attempt to remove some of the excess water from my hair. I relished in the familiar cracks and pops my cramped, cold-locked bones made as I twisted every way possible. I released a low, deep exhale at the feeling of refreshment and invigoration that came over me. Then I proceeded, my hooves following the ivory-covered wall, prepared to see what this new day would bring.


"Talk."



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OOC: I'm back from hiatus, and I just wanted to throw Rixen back out there.. soo.. have at him!
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Messages In This Thread
Petrichor - by Rixen - 12-21-2017, 07:49 PM
RE: Petrichor - by Otem - 12-21-2017, 07:58 PM
RE: Petrichor - by Rixen - 12-21-2017, 08:42 PM
RE: Petrichor - by Otem - 12-21-2017, 08:52 PM
RE: Petrichor - by Rixen - 12-21-2017, 09:41 PM
RE: Petrichor - by Otem - 12-21-2017, 09:54 PM
RE: Petrichor - by Rixen - 12-22-2017, 02:12 AM
RE: Petrichor - by Otem - 12-22-2017, 02:52 AM
RE: Petrichor - by Rixen - 12-22-2017, 06:59 PM
RE: Petrichor - by Otem - 12-23-2017, 06:01 PM