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 Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2016 7:47 pm
A solo rp featuring my Lithrhovanel.
Please do not post.
Teepee
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2016 7:49 pm
Armor clinked as the mare strode onwards, her talons piercing the ground as she went, heavy mane and tail of feathers dragging the ground behind her only just so. Lithrhovanel turned her head towards a sound in the distance, gaze peering through the bone like mask adorning her head. Thoughts pulsed through her mind relentlessly, often times refusing to let her rest. How long had she been searching now? Days? Weeks? Months? She had lost count. To her, it felt like an eternity had gone by and still she was no closer to her goal than when she had first set out.
Just what was her goal anyways? Sometimes even she questioned herself. Was it really worth pursuing? Would this dream of bearing strong daughters end up futile and hopeless in the end? She had met several stallions in her travels with very few standing out to her as worthy of bearing her children. One had been so easy to lure from the clutches of his mutated companion. The other was plagued by a tiny pest who thought herself cunning but not so much as to be a threat. Still, for all her trying she still came up empty clawed.
However, she hadn't fully given up. At least not yet. Perhaps that was why Lith found herself still in the area, never straying too far from the two, if not more, possible suitors. Besides, the lands here will still plentiful despite the oncoming change of seasons. The growing reflection of her red feathered self told her so as she peered slowly over the edge of the lake into the shimmering waters below. Regarding herself for a moment, Lith looked over her reflection, thinking to herself that she was strong, brave, powerful. Any offspring she produced would no doubt be fitting to carry on after her. Daughters even more so. But all that would come in time. She had to learn to be as patient in that aspect as she was in calculating others.
Slowly she stripped herself of the bone armor she wore, letting it fall to the ground beside her. She gazed yet again at her reflection, this time bare of the green armament that she held pride in. Lifting one taloned foot after the other, allowing herself to sink slowly into the waters until the liquid tickled her belly. She waited for the surface to calm, clearing itself of any and all ripples. This time she gazed into her own eyes, allowing herself to get momentarily lost within them before she let her sight trail over the rest of her body. Following the cream bone like markings into the twining red marks that seemed to drip like blood in some places and form intricate patterns in others. A smile slowly worked its way into the corners of her lips.
"I am beautiful. I am strong." she praised herself softly, lifting her gaze from her reflection back to the world around her. "I am worthy...." she chanted, feeling a renewed sense of passion swell within her.
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