08-09-2016, 09:14 PM
And just like that, Estela acquiesced to the Tundra.
It’ll be a life among stallions so surely it won’t be for the weak-hearted. She had her doubts in which she openly expressed, but with the options resting in front of her Estela couldn’t resist the temptation in creating a new path for herself, one that involved assisting a kingdom once closed off to mares. Perhaps it will give her an edge, an advantage above the Amazons, but she doesn’t quite jump to that conclusion yet. Time will offer her an answer to that; for now, she is nothing but a new recruit, fresh meat to the once-Bachelor kingdom.
Her footsteps whisper across the permafrost, silenced by the padding underneath her feet. A smug grin stretches across her lips as she takes a moment to admire herself and the claws that have taken the place of hooves. These talons are all she has ever known, but she loves them despite the confused glances shot in her direction. Had she been given the choice she would have still chosen what she has; why would she want loud, blocky hooves? What she is, is a monster. The blood of hell runs through her veins and yet the predatory claws are all she had inherited. How ironic that her angel of a father sired undead and hellish children. A low chuckle resonates through her body.
The hours seemingly flew as night turned into day and after a brief rest in an abandoned forest. Before long Estela found herself pummeled by blistering winds and snow. The snow had welcomed her long before reaching the kingdom. The trees that sheltered her in the night were white-tipped and chilled. They were the guardsmen of the approaching landscape, her beacons to show how close she is to her destination. With a final glance over her shoulder the girl ventured onward, refreshed and prepared.
And then she is here.
It’s almost just the blink of an eye, the remaining part of her venture, until she arrives at the invisible borders. With curious eyes she stares across the open landscape and sees darkened figures in the world of white. Although summer is nearly here she still only sees an occasional patch of green or flowers. Beyond that, it looks almost barren from her perspective, but she doesn’t allow herself to be deterred. This is what she needs – an opportunity, a home, responsibility – and so she doesn’t waver as she waits impatiently for the first to greet her.
It’ll be a life among stallions so surely it won’t be for the weak-hearted. She had her doubts in which she openly expressed, but with the options resting in front of her Estela couldn’t resist the temptation in creating a new path for herself, one that involved assisting a kingdom once closed off to mares. Perhaps it will give her an edge, an advantage above the Amazons, but she doesn’t quite jump to that conclusion yet. Time will offer her an answer to that; for now, she is nothing but a new recruit, fresh meat to the once-Bachelor kingdom.
Her footsteps whisper across the permafrost, silenced by the padding underneath her feet. A smug grin stretches across her lips as she takes a moment to admire herself and the claws that have taken the place of hooves. These talons are all she has ever known, but she loves them despite the confused glances shot in her direction. Had she been given the choice she would have still chosen what she has; why would she want loud, blocky hooves? What she is, is a monster. The blood of hell runs through her veins and yet the predatory claws are all she had inherited. How ironic that her angel of a father sired undead and hellish children. A low chuckle resonates through her body.
The hours seemingly flew as night turned into day and after a brief rest in an abandoned forest. Before long Estela found herself pummeled by blistering winds and snow. The snow had welcomed her long before reaching the kingdom. The trees that sheltered her in the night were white-tipped and chilled. They were the guardsmen of the approaching landscape, her beacons to show how close she is to her destination. With a final glance over her shoulder the girl ventured onward, refreshed and prepared.
And then she is here.
It’s almost just the blink of an eye, the remaining part of her venture, until she arrives at the invisible borders. With curious eyes she stares across the open landscape and sees darkened figures in the world of white. Although summer is nearly here she still only sees an occasional patch of green or flowers. Beyond that, it looks almost barren from her perspective, but she doesn’t allow herself to be deterred. This is what she needs – an opportunity, a home, responsibility – and so she doesn’t waver as she waits impatiently for the first to greet her.
Estela
lies are dripping off your face
