|Iridescent Wanderer|

[tempest]

Yuurahi

Dial pressured towrds the ground,Fae assured the thick mist was too blinding for her black pits to seek through.Iridescent and frigid coat glazed with miniature teardrop sized droplets.Nape arched over, it was Finley curved, slowly the Fae let it unscrew into a more relaxed position.Pure Somber Darkness scratched a shadow across her moon Washed hide.Phlegmatic was the Fae's feeling, for now whatsoever.Nares flared open, breathing in whatever the faint ghostly wind moved across the tips of them.Ivory Flints carved out there prints, leaving an eerie crack mark.Within being a mare,Yu woulden't be leaving marks.But tiw wasen't her fault. Each tumble of fallen rocks clicked and quenched through her Harks, masking them twitch.Silken tail let it drag close to the ground, auburn ends trickled the ends of her heels like rain.Speaking of it, loud rolls of thunder clamped it's jaws int he sky, making all things less visible, fog disappeared,leaving a black pitch.Wilting cherry bay oak stood above her.In no posture to be traveling, Fae bluntly hitched the ground, Crane nested over her knees.mane started to drip with clean water, as her jacket darkened it's color.Pearls reflected of the lightening striking the clouds from open jaws.Labrums touched each other once more.As a leaf fell in front of her black pools of disturbed water.Fatigued filled her, and ripped the breath from her flanks.The ripple of cold air traced over her bodice, as the storm rolled on.The loud thunder cracking like beats of fighing anger, and nearby lightning that had struck the same tree, giving a blue shade for everything once in a great while. She heaved a snort from the pitch of her vocals, and let it roll out from her nairs...

[tempest]

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[Vel]

Torchwood

Pale stag cantered through the lands, his banner racing behind him. He broke through the dense mist as if it wasn't there at all. The rain pelted his coat, darkening it several shades. His auds flicked as the sound of crashing thunder drifted to them. He let out a snort and continued to pound on. His daggers hit the earth with great force. Mud and other ground debris flew up with every beat.

The storm continued to grow stronger. The brute didn't care, he just kept pushing on. When his vision blurred, due to mist and rain, he slowed his pace to a trot and then to a walk. Rain fell off his maw, creating a puddle below him. He began to mave to a tree for a bit of shelter when he heard the snort of another equine.

His audits pricked and he trotted to the sound. He stopped when the mist covered the whole area. He let out a whinny to see if this other equine really was there.