Post by R e d e m p t i o n on Mar 30, 2012 21:58:15 GMT -5
Orwyne
She walked, more like skidded, astonished by the sheer slope of the cliffs. Alone, she hardly stood a chance if any dangers confronted her now. Why had she travelled her? Just another sense of hope she'd followed, maybe one day she will find what she'd been looking for all this time. With determined eye's and steady athletic legs, she scaled the cliff. Tiny cuts and bruises were scattered along her legs, causing her minimal pain, but enough to slow her movement. Orwyne fluttered her nostrils in exhaustion, how much longer until she could reach a ledge where she could rest? Slowly, she climbed more, lowering her head and flicking her tail in irritation. As time seemed to drift by so slowly, she finally came to a small ledge, where she lifted herself up with her front legs and crawled onto safety. Alertly, she stood tall, arching her neck and breathing in the air for scent. Her inquisitive eye's surveyed what she could see.
Why had she come here?
Why had she come here?
Soberbio XII
Fallen stood on level ground, arching his neck and looking up the steep dangerous cliffs above him. He'd followed a sweet scent here, that led up these treacherous heights. He pawed the ground in irritation, there was no way he could drag himself up such a place. In irritance, he whinnied loudly, waiting for a response.
The stallion drew himself to the base of the incline, sniffing the small rocks that tumbled down by the slightest touch of his breath. It was a death trap for something was not agile such as himself. Only a smaller, more lithe creature could venture up something so unstable. He waited, alone, for a response.
The stallion drew himself to the base of the incline, sniffing the small rocks that tumbled down by the slightest touch of his breath. It was a death trap for something was not agile such as himself. Only a smaller, more lithe creature could venture up something so unstable. He waited, alone, for a response.
