some legends are told some turn to dust or to gold

*Acadia* · 10-12-2014, 12:26 PM

LANGUAGE WARNING <3

Long legs carried a petite form over the terrain, mismatched audits swiveling to catch the sounds of the songbirds while she wandered. Time to see some sights, now that the storms had died down in the eastern lands of Alacritia. The patchwork lass poked her head through a collection of reeds along the outskirts of the mangrove, wondering what could be inside. Nothing special, that she could tell. Someone had told her the waters of the mangrove glowed, but she could see nothing of the sort. Well, so much for a magical place. Still, it was worth taking a look around and seeing the sights within. Tea cupped paws traipsed across the marshy earth, and she frowned at her reflection in the still, murky aqua below. Who was this she wolf? The ebony lass could not recall when this transition had occurred, when these sharp cheekbones had started to make themselves known beneath her toxic eyes, or when these dark lashes had grown in to frame those acidic pools. The slightly over sized ears, however, she recognized. That's how she was sure this strange lady was her. Yes, this was Acadia.
Without another thought, her gaze drifted up to the mangrove trees. The branches interlocked high within the canopies, blocking out nearly all of the light that could hope to shine through. However, every now and again there would fall a dappling of yellow sunlight upon the interlocking roots of the thin trees. How nice, she just had to go and meander through the trees. Singular rust toned paw would lift, and fall within the stagnant water. A burst of blue light, illuminating her odd leg and the ebony fur of her chest. Vibrant green optics would widen with surprise, a muted gasp of shock sucked past her onyx lips. Holy shit! They really did glow! She giggled, still without a doubt a child. Now, she took the time to bound forward, and land with all four paws firmly planted in the mud beneath the water. Cerulean glow would form an aura about the obsidian girl, and she let out a peal of laughter. How glorious this was! Reckless abandon would drive her now, and she galloped through the murky water, no fucks to be given.

One misplaced paw later, she was face down in the stagnant pools. Well, no helping it now. Heaving herself to her feet, the sodden femme would continue to gallivant her way through the mangrove. Who cared if she was splashing water everywhere? Fun was all that mattered, playing in this magical place was the only thing in her head now. No one would wreck her fun.

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