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Dusk Court Soldier
Female [She/Her/Hers]  |  9 [Year 501 Winter]  |  14.2 hh  |  Hth: 12 — Atk: 8 — Exp: 10  |    Active Magic: N/A  |    Bonded: N/A
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Despite being a little tired and a little more discouraged, Phoebe pressed on. For months now, she had been on the move, traveling from place to place and scouring the world for somewhere that perfectly fit who she was. Social, active, bold, and daring, her expectations were high and continued to drive her along on her search, so far to no avail. It wore on her, emotionally; Phoebe longed to find that connection to a location, a group, an individual, that would satisfy her desire to fit in somewhere. And though it made her heartsick at times to think she hadn't yet found that place, she was still smart enough to know she would get no closer by giving up and staying put.

A great distance had already been covered, and recent travels turned her up on a new land, an island that somehow felt...promising in comparison to the false sensation of optimism often accompanying her arrival at new locations. It honestly looked no different than anywhere else--the trees were still green and grew upward, the ground was still earthy and brown beneath her hooves, and the sun still rose and set in the same pattern she was familiar with. Phoebe suspected it might only have been a trick of her mind creating the new feeling, but it didn't stop her from indulging in the possibility.

Her bright eyes stared upward through the forest canopy with wonder and a smile, treading slowly but pleasantly with a distracted grace as she wound a path through the wood. She could smell water upon the air, could faintly hear the babble that beckoned her closer, and only intended to take a sip before moving on. However, the second the trees thinned enough for her to see it, Phoebe made a soft noise of surprise and stopped short with a swish of her colorful tail. "Oh, how beautiful..."

The phrase was murmured aloud in a girlish, wistful voice, with a sigh on the end, as she took in the full sight of the creek in all its natural beauty. To her, it seemed as if the trees curled in over it, sheltering it from the midday sun and providing a secluded, secretive atmosphere to the strip of water that moved energetically through it. Even the creek itself was eye catching, clear and crisp where the river rocks beneath were visible while sunlight glinted and reflected off the uneven points of its surface. Phoebe could only imagine how much lovelier the place would look at sunset.

She sighed again and the exhale grew into a soft, giddy laugh, accompanied by a prancing step in place. Perhaps that feeling she had was right after all. Perhaps there was reason to be optimistic here. Wishing for a better view of the creek, the young horse eagerly strode forward, moving free of the trees so that she could stand on the bank and admire the beauty and promise captured in the moment.












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Lands of Promise - by Phoebe - 06-05-2019, 12:19 AM
RE: Lands of Promise - by Rhone - 06-05-2019, 05:18 PM
RE: Lands of Promise - by Phoebe - 06-07-2019, 11:50 PM
RE: Lands of Promise - by Rhone - 06-15-2019, 07:06 PM
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