Persephone, the Lost
This strange land was undoubtedly beautiful and full of its own peculiar kind of wonder. Persephone, walking carefully and quietly through the expanse of grass, quite enjoyed the whisper of the wind flowing around her. It felt playful, full of promise, and harmless. She paused in the middle of the grass, ears perked and brilliant opal antlers flashing colors in the mid-afternoon sun. This place...reminded her of somewhere else, but she couldn't quite remember where. It was annoying, this nagging feeling at the very edges of her mind that told her she was missing something. Ever since she'd arrived to this strange new world she knew she was missing her memory but it was in places like these-- abundant, resplendent-- that the feeling of missing someone really became apparent. Someone warm and loving...
The mare shook her head with a snort, the sunlight glinting wildly off her antlers and casting beautiful rainbows onto the grass beneath. She didn't have a purpose coming here to this plain beyond her usual habit of wandering. No direction in particular, no rush, no...well, no purpose at all. Persephone walked forward once more, an unmissable figure amongst the gold and green with her deep black pelt. She was not exactly good at camouflage, but that was okay.
After cresting a small hill, she paused once more to watch a herd of small brown dots on the horizon. As the wind blew towards her she caught the scents of bison on the move. Should she go run with them? Would they mind? Her nostrils flared wide as she watched the dots move, her bright pupil-less eyes seeming to follow though it could be hard to tell. Hmm...no, she wouldn't follow them. She'd explore on her own for a little longer and then, perhaps, return to the court she was temporarily calling home. After all, where else could she go safely?
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