Post by x.Serry.x on Jun 7, 2011 13:18:29 GMT -5
Nyx
This place was disgusting. Mud sucked at her light hooves, trying to keep her stuck in one place. But that was not going to be happening. Determinedly, Nyx pulled up one hoof at a time, gently, making the muck release her as she sought solid ground. How did she end up here of all places? Why couldn't she have found a place in the woods, or an open meadow? Ugh, but lights probably would be more prominent there. Here, the place just oozed darkness. It was comforting in a way, the way the light could barely get through the dark foliage. It reflected off stagnant pools, and lit the dead logs and dying trees interestingly. The pale mare wound her way through, vainly trying to keep her white coat from being covered in the mud. Only the lower portion of her limbs were darkened by the mud, and carefully she continued through. It wasn't long before she found stable ground, and she hauled herself up to it. Now to wait to see if anyone would come by and seek her out. The blue eyed mare stood daintily, eagerly await a chance to play a ruse, to portray the part of a lost damsel. With her small, delicate body, and her light cream coat, she could easily be mistaken for a frightened and lost light mare, stuck in the terrifying place. Now only to wait and see.
This place was disgusting. Mud sucked at her light hooves, trying to keep her stuck in one place. But that was not going to be happening. Determinedly, Nyx pulled up one hoof at a time, gently, making the muck release her as she sought solid ground. How did she end up here of all places? Why couldn't she have found a place in the woods, or an open meadow? Ugh, but lights probably would be more prominent there. Here, the place just oozed darkness. It was comforting in a way, the way the light could barely get through the dark foliage. It reflected off stagnant pools, and lit the dead logs and dying trees interestingly. The pale mare wound her way through, vainly trying to keep her white coat from being covered in the mud. Only the lower portion of her limbs were darkened by the mud, and carefully she continued through. It wasn't long before she found stable ground, and she hauled herself up to it. Now to wait to see if anyone would come by and seek her out. The blue eyed mare stood daintily, eagerly await a chance to play a ruse, to portray the part of a lost damsel. With her small, delicate body, and her light cream coat, she could easily be mistaken for a frightened and lost light mare, stuck in the terrifying place. Now only to wait and see.