Persephone, the Lost
The eerie quiet felt like a relief for some reason. Broken only by the sucking noise of the mud reluctantly releasing her hooves, Persephone had to admire the stillness of this humid place. She could feel that this place thrived with life, silent though it may be. Even the summer sun at its peak couldn't pierce through the gloom of the environment around her. Fog clung to her pelt, condensing into water drops that slid right off the opal streaks embedded in her coat like veins of precious minerals in stone. Persephone had to pause and shake the water off, feeling a bit uncomfortable with how soaked she felt just by walking on the soft ground. She might as well be swimming at this point.
The mare paused, sinking slightly into the muck as she watched a huge bird stalk past, it's long spindly legs navigating the waters easily. It was gray and so tall, unlike any bird she'd seen before (that she could remember, at least). While she watched, entranced, the heron snapped a small fish out of the water and gulped it down. She almost felt bad for the fish in front of this keen predator, but that was just how things worked. The bird paid her no mind, ignoring her as it waded farther away from her, interested only in hunting. Persephone wondered if she should feel so envious about how this bird seemed to know its own purpose so well. She was no hunter, after all.
At some point she realized she was sinking uncomfortably low into the mud and forced herself on. It took effort to get herself free, the horrible squelching noise making her cringe. She hopped awkwardly onto a more stable section of ground and finally walked forward, ignoring the sludge now covering her bright orange hooves. Maybe she should be more careful here--it was her first time to be in a swamp, after all. Who knew what predators lurked about, both above and below the water... Well, best not to think too much on it.
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