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Post by spicey on Oct 12, 2020 14:57:10 GMT -8
❧ These are far enough wanderings, but the place he ended up-- it wasn't no place for a horse. The Shadowmire, folks supposedly called it, and the name was fitting enough. Too many pits. Too much muck. Scent that makes a grown stallion's stomach turn and the hairs in the nose burn from the inside.
The Clydesdale snorted out forcefully and gave his mane a shake, as if that would make himself feel cleaner-- then snorted again with something that almost sounded like a laugh. Darn useless thing to do, while he's still here. For this kind of gunk, he'll have to find somewhere else to wash up.
For now, he supposes, he might as well take a look around, get to know the place... and get to know the bony friend in the deep end, as well.
His ears swerve toward the half-immersed skull, just barely visible through the mists. "Fair bit of luck you had, stranger? Huh." Not going to be him him. Boone stays where it's shallow, where he's certain the moss is solid, if springy. "Thanks for the warnin'."
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Post by Enchantress on Oct 14, 2020 21:27:57 GMT -8
[googlefont=Great Vibes] Dream Melody spicey | 240 words | NOTES: ^^ How in the world did she end up here? This was the female's first time stepping hoof in this area...this place they called Shadowmire. In fact, she had always been warned to stay away from this land of shadows. Then, why was she here? The mare stepped cautiously towards the forbidden place, her silver dunskin coat looking out of place in this drab environment. She was now regretting coming here in the first place, but she had been curious, and curiosity drew her in with an invisible string. Delicate nostrils wrinkled in distaste. Oh, the stench of this bog. It had been a bad idea to come here in the first place. But now her curiosity was satisfied. Shadows? Check. Mud? Check. Skulls? Check. Bad smells? Check. Ugly place? Check. This toxic wasteland had nothing more for her to see. Dream Melody was just about to turn around and head back before her senses alerted her to another presence nearby. Well, it was more of a snort that caught her attention. Immediately, her head swiveled towards the direction of the sound, and all her nerves tensed. Her eyes caught sight of something...or some one...across the swamp. "W-Who's there?" Her voice was soft, but just loud enough to send her message across the miry bog to the figure on the other side. As a precaution, she readied herself for flight, if needed. "Are you friend or foe? Flesh or spirit?"
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