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Little fish, big pond...
Private Rainforest Cliffs 
Eira
Currently championing: Reszo
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Wearily, the starving filly followed the worn uphill path south, towards the trees. 

Many had come this way before her, the humid soil was swamped with their strange, interwoven flavours - it was noticeably compacted - and queer tussocks of grass lay beaten on the verge; curiously though, all around her was silent and that gentle blue gaze placed not even the sway of the breeze on those spindly green tree-crowns in the distance. She presumed boldly that Indra was close behind - confident now they were reunited, that they would never be apart again - and bumbled brazenly on in the lead. 

It was well that they were leaving behind that horrid tide of creeping shadow. It had tormented her, inflicted on her skin a burn (more wings!), and a painful spreading rash; it had whispered with a cold, callous voice through her bones, veins and even her mind, imparting advice that she perform or suffer consequence. Before Indra had been found, the frail-hearted girl had been wracked with fear - but nothing seemed to phase him, so she felt optimistic. 

As a new shade engulfed her, the staggering, tottering stride eased back reluctantly, unsure, although it seemed only to be thrown from the enormous face of the forest ahead. Eira was unused to confinement like which it offered, for the beach which had been home through her brief life was endless, light and warm; there was nothing even remotely familiar about the span of wilderness she dithered on the doorstep of. 

Drawing a breath, she gulped, pressing one tiny black hoof down before the next, inching as though at a snails pace until she was passing between those cold, grey trunks. Roots bulged from their earthen bed, and blue lips ghosted across them curiously, intrigued and she marvelled round the idea that perhaps trees as giant as these, could not actually fit all those parts underground. There was no telling how deep the world was (especially this one). 

Nervous steps into the vast, intimidating unknown, quickly became an inspiring, fascinating adventure, and all too soon the torment of those memories began to fade.  

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Indra is welcome to join as is Eleos (both make sense), though this is setting up a trial thread so it needs to be fast, lol.


Messages In This Thread
Little fish, big pond... - by Eira - 08-01-2017, 11:54 PM
RE: Little fish, big pond... - by Zahra - 08-02-2017, 01:33 AM
RE: Little fish, big pond... - by Eira - 08-02-2017, 06:26 AM
RE: Little fish, big pond... - by Zahra - 08-02-2017, 07:48 AM
RE: Little fish, big pond... - by Eira - 08-03-2017, 11:47 PM