Post by Datura on May 27, 2012 15:06:34 GMT -5
North walked through the trees, no sunlight reaching thorugh the canopy to the darkened forest floor. She looked around, her eyes not catching any movement, she decided to stop and rest for a while. It was spring now, and she hated it. Her favorite season was winter. It was so cold, desolate and barren- just like North herself. She stomped one hoof, working out the kinks in it. North dipped her maw down to the forest floor, nibbling on the few patched of grass that were there; given birth by the spring thaw and warmth. She walked forward a little, to a better patch of grass. When she was full, she brought her head back up and looked around. Still no one. She was utterly alone- just how she liekd it. She wasnt very socail; her personality wouldnt allow it. North was different by nature. Everyone hated her for how she was. Just because she liked standing in freezing cold rivers didnt mean that she was crazy.. or did it?
