A "Curl's" Journey - Liora

[Pliée]

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*Liora

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The Curly Golden form of the once, groomed to perfection, lady had over the last month of wandering become very scraggly. Patches of hair had fallen out in clumps from shedding out her thick, very curly, winter coat. She looked awful and longed for a moment, if only just a moment, to scratch off some of the itchy hair. Her tired limbs stepped over a small fallen tree, almost tripping as her back hoof clipped the bark from fatigue. This last step was a relief as she finally exited the dense forest to an easier-to-navigate clearing.

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She took a moment to pause and take in her surroundings. The cool wind felt good against her tired limbs. Many new smells entered her dark nostrils. Something about this new area felt relaxing. She had not been this relaxed since she had been at home with the lady who raised her and her mother. How she longed for some normalcy this past month, but she somehow knew nothing would be the same. A few days into her new journey, she had come to realize nothing was going to be handed to her anymore on a silver platter; she had to learn to live like her ancestors.

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Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted as a familiar, yet unfamiliar, smell entered her nostrils. Her heart began to race and her golden head shot up to look around her, sclera shown clearly in her surprised state. Her curl-covered ears pivoted wildly in hopes of pinpointing the location of this scent. Was it really, finally, what she had been looking for? Was it another equine that could lead her to a life she could enjoy? Or was it one whom would lead her to a demise she could never even dream of?

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Her Guard stayed up and she was ready to fight off anything that might put her safety at risk. She only hoped this equine would be friendly. Would her luck finally turn for the better?

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[<EAGLE>]

Never Forsaken
I heard there was a secret chord
That David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth, the minor fall, the major lift, the baffled king composing Hallelujah

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<sub>Dreams of the fire that had ravaged his body caused Forsaken to awake in a cold sweat, trembling as the aftershocks of the nightmare rocked him. The ebony stallion rose from his place on the beach, listening to the waves crash in the early dawn light. Although his first couple nights in his old home had been very lonely, he couldn't replace the happiness he felt in being back here.

As the sun rose, the flashbacks from the fire became stronger until he was forced to leave Sunset Beach, seeking refuge until his mind righted itself. He found himself wandering aimlessly towards the lands he'd never had cause to visit before, wondering if just maybe, someone else had joined him in Heaven's Valley. The vast emptiness was depressing.

He caught wind of the familiar scent of a fae and a smile crossed his face. Perhaps he would at last find companionship, someone to share the beauty of Sunset Beach with. Forsaken felt his age coming swiftly towards him--at 9, he was still considered to be in the prime of his life, but he felt much older. His ruined body moved forwards, seeking out the one who beckoned to him.

He found her not five minutes later, guardedly grazing as she constantly scanned the area around her, probably looking for him, as he was upwind of her. Forsaken watched her for a moment. She was unlike any fem he'd ever seen---she didn't look like a wild. She bore the marks of being very well kept, and having recently lost that privilege. Interest sparked in Forsaken and he approached.

"Forgive me if I startled you, my lady. I am Never Forsaken."</sub>