Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2012 14:57:47 GMT -5
Asteria took off at a fast walk, one that indicated she was both moving with caution and had intent on getting somewhere in a short amount of time. Truth be told however, she didn't have much of a set path in mind. She was just enjoying the thought of a challenge in the dangerous wilderness. Daring to pick up a run, she was soon galloping across the open terrain, a blissfull feeling setting into her heart and mind. This was what nature should be like all the time, she thought. Wild, free, and dangerous. A real challenge, not all pretty and flowery, she decided. Muddy water splashed against her flanks, the slop was a trademark characteristic of the waterlogged swamp. She moved with ease, sure footed and careful. The water was not deep, it was simply everywhere. No matter which way she looked, there was some amount of water. Her hooves made nasty squelching noises as she continued along, curious as to whether she would run across another daredevil, or perhaps a hungry animal. She snorted a bit at the thought, anyone who planned on taking her on had better be prepared!
As she continued to delve deeper into her surroundings, she began to understand why few dared come to the place. The trees and the unending water made everything look the same, only one with a good sense of direction would feel comfortable traveling through the wetlands. But she carried on, figuring that if she didn't come across anyone at least at some point she would exit the swamp and end up in a different part of Toren. The only thing she didn't want to happen was for her to run across an infected animal. That was her only weakspot. Seeing a visual reason as to why her mother had died. She barely remembered her mother, and that upset her. Everyone was supposed to know their mother. A mother was supposed to be the supportive female in their live. Lucky for Asteria, she had been adopted into a family of wolves. She was with them often, though not as much now as she got older. She still preferred wolves as company, however, having been raised by their kind.
She supposed it had made her rather feral, but she was proud of the fact. What would life be like if all were the same? Someone had to be different, and if that someone was her, then so be it. She loved herself for who she was, and felt no need to change. Continuing on, Ria found herself never failing to enjoy the area. She had to be alert because some places reeked of danger, and had to be avoided.
Maybe that was just her wolf raising kicking in- she relied on her sense of smell more than any other horse she had ever met.
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As she continued to delve deeper into her surroundings, she began to understand why few dared come to the place. The trees and the unending water made everything look the same, only one with a good sense of direction would feel comfortable traveling through the wetlands. But she carried on, figuring that if she didn't come across anyone at least at some point she would exit the swamp and end up in a different part of Toren. The only thing she didn't want to happen was for her to run across an infected animal. That was her only weakspot. Seeing a visual reason as to why her mother had died. She barely remembered her mother, and that upset her. Everyone was supposed to know their mother. A mother was supposed to be the supportive female in their live. Lucky for Asteria, she had been adopted into a family of wolves. She was with them often, though not as much now as she got older. She still preferred wolves as company, however, having been raised by their kind.
She supposed it had made her rather feral, but she was proud of the fact. What would life be like if all were the same? Someone had to be different, and if that someone was her, then so be it. She loved herself for who she was, and felt no need to change. Continuing on, Ria found herself never failing to enjoy the area. She had to be alert because some places reeked of danger, and had to be avoided.
Maybe that was just her wolf raising kicking in- she relied on her sense of smell more than any other horse she had ever met.
OOC: word count 474
