for the thrill of it ; eve

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what was she thinking,was she bored? certainly not yearning for adventure. her home in the east was quiet, serene peaceful, so why had she left? maybe she just wanted a change, but she didn't have to head so far north to get that. she'd just started moving and hadn't stopped. but now the temperature had dropped to just above freezing and slush covered the ground. she'd entered a forest, if the term even applied. very few living things grew besides the dark pines towering above her. everything else was either dead or dying.

it was pretty dark and depressing. at least she didn't stand out too much, it wasn't as if she was stark white or anything, just a nice black with some slightly-light-than-black striping, but her wings covered most of that. damn feathery things, they were just more weight to carry. though, they were surprisingly light. they were nearly fully grown in, the process of sprouting from her back had been grueling, excruciating pain. it would send her off every night and in the morning, if she managed to fall asleep, she would awake to an intense ache and some soreness. thankfully, the worst of it had passed. and after she'd had shimmery black wings like those of a raven that she would never even bother to use.

they were quite majestic, very beautiful with the multiple colors hidden within which only appeared in the sun, but pointless. valkyrie would not fly, she was not meant for the air, she was afraid of heights. the irony, to be born destined with the wings of a bird but never to take off. it was as if the world were mocking her. she kept them hugged tight to her sides as she traversed the alpine forest. her hooves splashed in the remnants of snow and ice, soaking the feathering around the sharp daggers and chilling the skin. not very comfortable. crows called from the tree tops, seeming to laugh at her. damned birds. they attracted death and chaos wherever they went, feeding on dead, rotting flesh and spouting that accursed sound. it was vexing.

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[atrb=background, i48.tinypic.com/2s6x2eo.jpg] [scrolly:h(130),w(550),sy,c()] Dragon was doing what he just about always did; the work HellBorn didn’t want to do. He was down in the lower regions of the northern’s mountain just wandering around and checking the boundaries of the north to make sure that everything was fine and dandy. Of course HellBorn didn’t want to get off his comfy cushion so here he was. Of course he could bitch and whine about the northern king since they had been best friends since well just about forever. Of course that didn’t mean that he didn’t hate him sometimes but overall they were as close as brothers could be. Dragon’s breath came out in puffs in the morning air as his heavy dagger plodded along to rocky ground. It had really become his sane spot down on these ragged grounds near the surface that the north wanted nothing to do with. It was almost strange how they did tend to act better then others like they lived on the rough mountain of the gods built to survive and the soft weak folk had to live on the ground. Dragon didn’t see it that way truthfully but he ad little say on how others felt about their life up on the mountain. He saw it for what it really was; a harsh environment that the equines around had to adapt to for survival. They themselves had become as harsh as the mountain. It was really a misunderstanding about the north and the horses whomed live in it from Dragon’s point of view. The scent of a vixen tainted his nares and his ears pinned. It was not one of the north for sure. She was on the surface and he hadn’t stepped foot on real ground in a long enough time. He doubted his legs would do well on solid ground. The last time he had been on solid ground was almost three years ago when they had gone to battle the southern’s in their own territory. It hadn’t been a bad battle for the north but it certainly hadn’t been there best. They had been damaged enough that both parties were forced to call it quits. It had been the last battle of HellBorn’s father which had been when HellBorn took over of course. ”Speeeeech!” Featuring;; Black Dragon ll Gorg x Rijit ll eight years old ll 15.1 hh ll extra strength and echolocation plus ram ll dark blue eyes ll Born here Year 1 Character Log;; click! Tags;; Who are you? Muse;; Not Terrible. Notes;; Do I have something to say? Credits;; Table by ME; all images are copyright to their rightful owners

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trees became sparse and eventually stopped all together. she was now approaching the mountain, the landmark many equines feared. dark and foreboding, it loomed over the land, casting a shadow over everything around it. the mountain was naturally dark, and since very little seemed to grow there it made it hard to imagine that a whole army could be taking shelter inside. she was close already, the ground was already starting to slope. it truly was barren except for a few scraggly, dead trees. there was something moving though. a horse, he was hard to make out with his dark coat though. definitely a brute, large and heavy, but he didn't look too tall. still, if he was some northern stag she didn't want anything to do with him.

she watched him for a few moments longer before turning and heading back down the mountain towards flatter ground. if this was his land it was probably a bad idea to be on it. and yet, she wasn't hurrying. she took her time, going no faster than the speed she had entered the land. maybe a run would have been good for her, she was quite cold. almost numb. jack frost was certainly nipping at her nose, and many other things as well. her black whipcord smacked against her rump just to keep the feeling there. her lungs filling with the cold air with each breath didn't help either. foggy puffs of hot air came out with each exhale.

she glanced behind her, pausing for a moment to see if the brute was following her. the only part of her body not ice cold was her back, the part where feathers pressed against the skin. her wings did keep her well insulated, if nothing else. it was almost like she had a feathery cloaked draped over her back.