pitch black, flesh and bone,
The pale mare had found herself in a vast snow covered prairie. It stretched before her almost endlessly. Other than being speckled with the odd grouping of trees, the terrain remained a barren, snow covered wasteland. Kos had arrived from the East, finding herself in the middle of whatever this place was. It seemed hours had passed and she was still indecisive of which direction she would go. She tightens her wings to her side, reminding herself that if she could learn to fly this wouldn’t be as much of an issue. Shame clouds her mind as she breathes in the cold air, trying to rid herself of the negative thoughts that disrupt her focus.
To the South her eyes can only see so far, the land seems never ending in that direction until it hits the sea. Turning her dome to the North, a strip of tall mountain peaks seem to call out to her. Kos knows mountains well, it’s where her heart aches to be and where she is most comfortable. Yet she still hesitates to move in that direction. She had wandered so far from her own mountain range to see what the world had to offer, not to head back to the same old comforts.
Her wings shuffle at her side as she gives a sigh, Kos had still not decided to go South or North. But the mare had grown tired of staying here, so she decides to go neither way and continues moving further east into the expansive prairie. She shuffles through the snow, keeping an ear out at all times for another living being as the sound of the waves fades behind her.
The pale mare had found herself in a vast snow covered prairie. It stretched before her almost endlessly. Other than being speckled with the odd grouping of trees, the terrain remained a barren, snow covered wasteland. Kos had arrived from the East, finding herself in the middle of whatever this place was. It seemed hours had passed and she was still indecisive of which direction she would go. She tightens her wings to her side, reminding herself that if she could learn to fly this wouldn’t be as much of an issue. Shame clouds her mind as she breathes in the cold air, trying to rid herself of the negative thoughts that disrupt her focus.
To the South her eyes can only see so far, the land seems never ending in that direction until it hits the sea. Turning her dome to the North, a strip of tall mountain peaks seem to call out to her. Kos knows mountains well, it’s where her heart aches to be and where she is most comfortable. Yet she still hesitates to move in that direction. She had wandered so far from her own mountain range to see what the world had to offer, not to head back to the same old comforts.
Her wings shuffle at her side as she gives a sigh, Kos had still not decided to go South or North. But the mare had grown tired of staying here, so she decides to go neither way and continues moving further east into the expansive prairie. She shuffles through the snow, keeping an ear out at all times for another living being as the sound of the waves fades behind her.
