September 26, 2008 - 12:51am — fayne
...Snow.
She'd never seen anything like it. Not in the Forest, at least. Her hooves sent up flurries of white every time they hit the ground in her dash across the forest. Cold, yes. But, moreso beautiful then foreboding. Her pelt was pale gray at the moment, camoflauging her against the white wonderland. Like Alice, she was. Having the time of her life in a place of prettiness only an imagination could draw up.
But she was alone.
Where were her friends? Off in the Otherworld, enjoying their new freedoms? Sleeping? It didn't matter. They were missing, all of them, from her fun. The thought of it sent shivers of fury through her body. Why was it that whenever she needed them...they were gone? She tossed her head and looked around her. The landscape was empty, no doubt. She couldn't even detect the faintest smell of another being on the breeze.
Her awe was halted. She stepped through the forest in silent pensiveness now, solitary and feeling it to the bone. For a being such as her, without company, is lost.
And in all I loved, I loved alone.
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T's feelings on everyone's absence. XD Mind, she has no idea humans are in charge, and that they're off at school and stuff.
Shortshortshort. -goes back to playing- Quote at the end by Edgar Allen Poe. c:
Beautiful. <3 I feel like
-HUGE NTAKE OF SNOT IMEAN
lolthanks. :DDD I don't even know why I write this crap anymore lol.
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Forest FAQ
Crap...crap? You can't be
FIEN. >:| Akshully it's just
>:|
Akshully it's just coming out of my butt now. >:D Liek srsly I need to...write about something else yey.
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Like wut? This is goooood.
I dunno BUT it should
I'm actually wanting to start on a novel, but I've gotta wait till november. cB
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Forest FAQ
8O -willdefinentallyread-
AHA. ha. It's got a ways to
ha.
It's got a ways to go. XD
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Oooh~ I love how much detail
Being able to do so is very hard and you nailed it! 8D
-glomps- <3
Makes me want to romp in snow.
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