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 Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2014 5:36 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2014 5:48 pm
 He walked silently through the fog, following the same path that had led him home many times. He knew the way so well that he would sometimes close his eyes as he walked. The rain clouds overhead threatened more rain and lightning lit up the sky every few seconds, with thunder rolling over the valley soon after. He held his head down, half shielding his eyes from the water. His eyes watched the road underfoot, what was left of it anyway. The storms had brought so much rain that it was mostly just a muddy stream that wound between two large hills.
Storms brought forth many blessings, but with them also came the memories. It was on a night like this that he had lost her. The path that he took wound it's way through the valleys and over a land bridge that crossed a river ahead. It was there that Emerson's life had changed forever..Tortured. .Pumpkin. Sooo...I totally don't know where that came from, but I just made up part of his backstory XD
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2014 6:29 pm
Moxxiie Guuuuh so sorry, fell asleep on you. D:
Guinevere Adelaide sparsely left home, and when she did, it never seemed to end well for her. She would generally find herself lost or speaking to the wrong individual, and her father would amble along worriedly to help her. This time was going to be different, though. Daddy wasn't going to have to find her scared and alone, nestled into some trees for protection. She held her head high, feigning confidence as she made her way through the forest. Secretly, she just wanted to cry for help.
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2014 7:48 pm
A soft mist began to fall, and after a couple minutes became larger droplets. "Great," he said aloud, "more rain." It was coming down in a steady tempo, but he kept moving. He wanted to get back home where it was dry.
As he walked, the rain ran down his face, dripping into his eyes. He had to squint to try and shield them from the water, but it wasn't of much use. The part of his journey that he dreaded loomed ahead. He always knew he was close when he could see the tall pine that had been struck by lightning a few times. The tree was dead at the top, but still had some greenery near the bottom. Through the rain though, everything just looked grey.
As he squinted at the path ahead, he thought he could make out a silhouette. It reminded him of something, but he wasn't sure what..Tortured. .Pumpkin. If you don't mind, I'd like to use your girl as a plot piece. She would remind Emerson of his dearly departed mate who had fallen from the land bridge many years ago into the river below. Through the rain and fog, he might mistake her for this mare come back to life...or something like that. Not sure on the details yet, but wanted to ask if you minded first.
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