Post by sully on Apr 7, 2014 8:23:07 GMT
The stench of the charred remains of vegetation filled the mare’s nasal passages. Her lips curled at the smell, teeth bared as she stepped carefully through the damp ash that littered the ground. Occasionally, a scampering of some small forest critter caught her attention, but her interest was quickly lost in the squirrels and rabbits and birds.
”Beautiful. Just beautiful,” she muttered through her teeth as she paused, noticing her hooves were dirtied with sticky ash. She wasn’t one to mind being dirty, but she couldn’t stand the thought of reeking of the stench of this forest, which she certainly would for days to come. It would not be easy to rid herself of the burnt smell. Her head shook in agitation at this thought. She was growing tired from traveling for so long, but she dared not lay down and stink herself up any more than she already had in passing through this wretched place.
The view, she admitted to herself, was quite nice. She took pleasure in gazing upon the blackened trees and critters struggling to survive. Death surrounded her in this forest, and it brought her great comfort. She was never one to appreciate “pretty” things, after all. The desolate forest was a fitting place for a mare like herself who found obsession in the grotesque and macabre. How could she deny herself such a treat?
Yet, the desolation was also somewhat maddening. She’d walked for days and not seen another soul to speak of. Some company would be a welcome change.
”Beautiful. Just beautiful,” she muttered through her teeth as she paused, noticing her hooves were dirtied with sticky ash. She wasn’t one to mind being dirty, but she couldn’t stand the thought of reeking of the stench of this forest, which she certainly would for days to come. It would not be easy to rid herself of the burnt smell. Her head shook in agitation at this thought. She was growing tired from traveling for so long, but she dared not lay down and stink herself up any more than she already had in passing through this wretched place.
The view, she admitted to herself, was quite nice. She took pleasure in gazing upon the blackened trees and critters struggling to survive. Death surrounded her in this forest, and it brought her great comfort. She was never one to appreciate “pretty” things, after all. The desolate forest was a fitting place for a mare like herself who found obsession in the grotesque and macabre. How could she deny herself such a treat?
Yet, the desolation was also somewhat maddening. She’d walked for days and not seen another soul to speak of. Some company would be a welcome change.
