||I||magery ||A||ccident [Dysli Xerox]

[Carhartt™]

[atrb=border,0,black][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=251000] Silence filled the realm with an eerie presence of nothingness. Petite pistons struck the realm's dirt leaving little reminiscence of where the past lead from. The aroma of dying vegetation filled the nostrils flared erectly. Autumn was coming upon quickly and the forest creatures were already reading themselves for the long haul of winter. The meadows had few trees and plenty of vegetation now vibrant with the hue of emerald due to the fact of plentiful rainfall. It was a great place for an herbivore to fatten up for the winter. The landscape was enormous and went on for miles. The silence still was quite awkward and unreal but yet extremely pleasing. A sun kissed vixen moved out from the cover of the large old growths into the open meadow. Large bleached spots upon her rump vibrantly. Four bleached stockings moved leisurely through the tall emerald stalks that cascaded against the bottom of her thin barrel. Ribs were beginning to protrude against the side of barrels from the lack of her consumption of vegetation. Her pelt was gleaming vibrantly in the sun's rays and her banner and flag were thick and long with nutrients. The reason for her sleekness was the fact of a long travel. She was traveling to this very land in search of her village. It was like her quest to find the meaning behind life, but for only less.... epic? A few minutes passed as Arrabella had her muzzle in the vegetation consuming the extremely moist and tender stalks with extreme ease. Her pricks were completely relaxed and her long bleached flag whipped at her side now and again attempting to murder the pests that dare land on her virgin pelt. Arrabella seemed to not even worry about her surroundings; she could careless. This mare was extremely laid back and had not one uneasy thought in her pretty little mind. Easy goes as easy does it. Her petite skull was completely blinded by the stalks that almost touched her upper barrel, completely liable to any predator. She knew this was an extremely vulnerable factor but to hell with it. Live life while she could and she needed to eat as much as could so she could make it through the winter. As the aviance shifted and the breeze ran through her thick banner and nothing was there. She was alone and she could feel it. Arrabella wasn't a social equine but two months of nothingness was beginning to get to her. Her heart was solemn and she felt rather depressed. She was extremely lonely from her long travel and needed some equine conversing to feel sane again. She was tired of talking to all the little woodland mammals. "Arrabella speaks." Arrabella thinks. Arrabella does. Word Count; 601 Tags; Dysli Xerox <3 OoC; Hope this is alright my Dear :]

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