Post by bubz on Sept 6, 2009 12:08:47 GMT -5
Avielle
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bay figure of the young femme quivered in protest, as the cool air touched at her hazel coat, catching at the water droplets that had showered themselves upon her. Slowly opening one iris, the ivy green pool gazed about, an moment of unsurity swamping her memories. Giving a tender grunt, realising she had to shift herself, or risk the waves that were daring to come closer once again. Scrambling about on the water-logged sand, the fae eventually stood, her slender carriers dusted with a light sheen of sand from her earlier slumber within the dusty terrain.Her mind finally set itself upon her whereabouts. A beach. She knew not of the name currently. Just simply that she was stood upon a beach. The deafening roar of a sudden wave caused her to start, and skitter sideways, kicking out with a lash of ebony, before sliding into a steady 2beat rhythm, hoping to stray away from her current death-lock near the icy waters. Her ticker thumped away in her chest, as she glared about nervously, insecurity filing amongst her veins. She had no recollection of how she may have wandered upon this Isle, or so it seemed to be, or why she was here either.
Even with the screaming echoes of the sea, the mare seemed a little more settled as she gathered inwards, her eyes taking in everything that she saw. Allowing her tassels behind the flick on their own accord, Avielle gave a low grunt, as she stumbled over something, though she darent glance back and capture whatever had tried to take her life. Her gaze danced upwards at the approaching foliage, and she quickened her carriers to a steady 3beat melody, until she was amongst the crimson area. The colours above caught the mare in a daze. Heaving a gasp of excitement, as she stared up above at the mix of crimsons, oranges and yellows. There were so many varieties, she didnt think she even knew the name of some of the shades. They were beyond being named, too beautiful. In her wake, she caused a small twig to snap, sending her already nervous mind into a scatter. Skipping a stride, the femme burst forward, swiftly moving through the trees, being awarded scratches from hanging branches. Her heart thudded wildly in her chest, the beat deafening in her ears, but she continued for a moment or so, until finally, the energy store she had been saving was almost empty, and she found she had to return to a steady, slow pace walk.[/center][/size]
Word Count - 448 words
Equine in question - Avielle
Muse - bleh-.-
