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``touch the sky [skibb]
Mar 17, 2013 15:18:37 GMT -6
Post by Mallory on Mar 17, 2013 15:18:37 GMT -6
Morrigan was a young, wee little thing, but she was not dumb. Maybe a little naïve, due to her lack of life experiences, but certainly far from ignorant and lacking any common sense. She knew what grounds where safe to explore without fearing for her life or honor, and what grounds she ought to stay very far away from...However, fire-haired maiden couldn’t resist ignoring what her instincts were telling her. She had to find out of the stories were true; she had to see if the bands of Drulan existed for herself. Oh yes, her mother and father had warned her all about them when she was a young, albeit rather ignorant, lass. But the curiosity was getting the better of her, and now they were no longer around...What they would never know wouldn’t hurt them, right?
She hadn’t been around many other horses since the death of her own parents. Her father, a worn and battle scarred stallion, had died before her mother – had given his life in one great finally battle to protect her mother and her. The two females didn’t stray far from the final resting ground of her father, however. Her mother found his body and mourned. Her mother mourned so greatly she eventually fell ill out of heartbreak and succumbed to death, too. Morrigan knew it was just the way life was, but still mourned for the loss of her parents. Since then, she had wandered on her own; exploring the world she had yet to see.
The red dun mare, petite in stature and height, picked her way through the woods. The sun dappling her back as it filtered through the trees, as deep brown eyes remained on alert for anything that would allude to danger. It was quiet here, though there was a peaceful atmosphere that eliminated any tension that could form. The little mare could feel the tension drain out of her, as if it was being swept away with the wind as it shook the leaves on the trees’ branches. The silence was nice, for a while, but eventually Morrigan grew tired of it.
Where were these bloody bandits she had heard about?
status: Complete
notes: Partially recycled, and sassy Morr came out xD
"Morrigan speech!" Morrigan thoughts!
She hadn’t been around many other horses since the death of her own parents. Her father, a worn and battle scarred stallion, had died before her mother – had given his life in one great finally battle to protect her mother and her. The two females didn’t stray far from the final resting ground of her father, however. Her mother found his body and mourned. Her mother mourned so greatly she eventually fell ill out of heartbreak and succumbed to death, too. Morrigan knew it was just the way life was, but still mourned for the loss of her parents. Since then, she had wandered on her own; exploring the world she had yet to see.
The red dun mare, petite in stature and height, picked her way through the woods. The sun dappling her back as it filtered through the trees, as deep brown eyes remained on alert for anything that would allude to danger. It was quiet here, though there was a peaceful atmosphere that eliminated any tension that could form. The little mare could feel the tension drain out of her, as if it was being swept away with the wind as it shook the leaves on the trees’ branches. The silence was nice, for a while, but eventually Morrigan grew tired of it.
Where were these bloody bandits she had heard about?
status: Complete
notes: Partially recycled, and sassy Morr came out xD
"Morrigan speech!" Morrigan thoughts!
