Azar
The Mountain..
She did the only thing she knew how to do in a situation like this: she ran! Her little hooves scuttled down the mountainside. Many times she tripped and cut herself open, but adrenaline kept the pain at bay. She was driven by fear, fear of whatever could take her precious wings away. She just wanted to be away from here, and fast!
Azar reached the smoother pathway and gave it all she got. She squeezed passed the larger adults, sometimes sliding beneath the taller ones. The dark forest loomed ahead. She feared what was in there, too, but she was also more comfortable in a forest where it was so easy to hide away somewhere.
She felt her head grow heavier, and heard a zip of magic somewhere nearby. This also terrified her, afraid of what other limbs the powerful deity might take from her. Carrying her head felt unwieldy and awkward now, but she dared not stop. It must be the after effects of the magic..
The Forest..
She burst into the forest. She ran and ran and ran, but finally she must've cut too close to a thick tree as her head slammed in to something with a thunk! Dizzy and disoriented, she stood a moment, regaining her wits. She tried to shake it off, but her head was good and stuck! She wasn't even touching the tree! Her bright mind saw what her little eyes could not: the unicorn's horn smack in the middle of her forehead.
Azar deflated, her hips collapsing beneath her in a pathetic sitting position as her head remained steadfastly lodged within a tree. Little tears glittered silently down her cheeks as she sniffed sadly at her predicament. She wanted her wings back. What the heck were horns even for, she thought woefully.
She could not hide safely beneath them, like her wings. Instead she stood out like a beacon, the last thing she ever wanted to do.
She would rather disappear.
She did the only thing she knew how to do in a situation like this: she ran! Her little hooves scuttled down the mountainside. Many times she tripped and cut herself open, but adrenaline kept the pain at bay. She was driven by fear, fear of whatever could take her precious wings away. She just wanted to be away from here, and fast!
Azar reached the smoother pathway and gave it all she got. She squeezed passed the larger adults, sometimes sliding beneath the taller ones. The dark forest loomed ahead. She feared what was in there, too, but she was also more comfortable in a forest where it was so easy to hide away somewhere.
She felt her head grow heavier, and heard a zip of magic somewhere nearby. This also terrified her, afraid of what other limbs the powerful deity might take from her. Carrying her head felt unwieldy and awkward now, but she dared not stop. It must be the after effects of the magic..
The Forest..
She burst into the forest. She ran and ran and ran, but finally she must've cut too close to a thick tree as her head slammed in to something with a thunk! Dizzy and disoriented, she stood a moment, regaining her wits. She tried to shake it off, but her head was good and stuck! She wasn't even touching the tree! Her bright mind saw what her little eyes could not: the unicorn's horn smack in the middle of her forehead.
Azar deflated, her hips collapsing beneath her in a pathetic sitting position as her head remained steadfastly lodged within a tree. Little tears glittered silently down her cheeks as she sniffed sadly at her predicament. She wanted her wings back. What the heck were horns even for, she thought woefully.
She could not hide safely beneath them, like her wings. Instead she stood out like a beacon, the last thing she ever wanted to do.
She would rather disappear.
@[Siberian]