i am the voice of your hunger and pain
04-10-2014, 05:30 PM
| Obsidian |
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What a lovely smelling place. Obsidian gazed about at the abandoned orchard. She knew it had been placed there by humans, from the regular spacing of the trees, and the variety of fruit trees. There were different kinds of apples, peaches, plums? Not all of them bore fruit this season, but she could imagine the delicious aroma that would fill the air when everything was ripe and falling. Hooves fell in a comfortable four beat cadence as she walked through the rows, enjoying the rural atmosphere. Her tail flicked, and occasionally, her head would drop and she would snag a bite from the grass, munching as she went. A sigh caught her ears and they pricked, her nostrils flaring as she tried to smell the fellow inhabitant of the Orchard. As her eyes fell upon the wolf, she almost thought it was Erani. However the build was wrong to be the elegant Valhallan Queen. Graceful neck arched slightly, mane falling in a thick veil to one side as she studied the morose female. ?Are you alright?? Lyrical tones gently questioned as the horse stepped closer, ears pricked curiously. |
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