”nuutas! jukkete—!” an irately whispered string of exclamations spat from her tongue.
legs atremble, sidling footfalls charted the mare's path over a steep decline. a misstep had her shifting and sliding amidst various sharp crags and outcrops. should one of her hooves get wedged as she slid, a fracture to the bone of one of her legs would mean certain death (either once the grizzlies found her, or deadly reperfusion came for her, or both; it was a matter of luck and the grim reaper's comedic timing).
thus, her painfully slow bitch of a descent had already consumed an hour of her time. sweat glinted off her figure as the sun beat down against her skin, but she wasn't feeling quite so compelled yet to hasten herself at this trajectory. she'd rather be hot and alive than dismembered amongst the shade. she stopped and entreated her balance not to fail her before proceeding.
she was not used to the slue or of such loose terrain; her homeplains did not have such perilous things as these scree fields. rather, if they did, she did not stupidly gallivant them. she was a woman of rolling hills, forest, wide-mouthed rivers, and mountains too distant for the fair recompense of the journey to them.
she’d never been made to navigate this damnable manner of countryside, and reminded herself presently that not every swathe of greenery needed to be pastured on. its ascent had been cautioned in its own right, but there was verdure and motley flora to be won, and she did not foresee the challenge she faced at the moment.
now, she felt like she had foolishly pocketed her earnings and then used them to gamble with her life. ”your tolde na-cumna, almárëa.” she eyed the rocks that came loose from above and tumbled down on either side of her when she grew overconfident and advanced a step too far. tensing her shoulders, hope that a large boulder wasn't coming for her a la wile e. coyote limned her soul.
she couldn’t imagine gluttony ever being her deadly sin, but now she was inwardly wondering if ere there was a sin more befitting a mare as she.
legs atremble, sidling footfalls charted the mare's path over a steep decline. a misstep had her shifting and sliding amidst various sharp crags and outcrops. should one of her hooves get wedged as she slid, a fracture to the bone of one of her legs would mean certain death (either once the grizzlies found her, or deadly reperfusion came for her, or both; it was a matter of luck and the grim reaper's comedic timing).
thus, her painfully slow bitch of a descent had already consumed an hour of her time. sweat glinted off her figure as the sun beat down against her skin, but she wasn't feeling quite so compelled yet to hasten herself at this trajectory. she'd rather be hot and alive than dismembered amongst the shade. she stopped and entreated her balance not to fail her before proceeding.
she was not used to the slue or of such loose terrain; her homeplains did not have such perilous things as these scree fields. rather, if they did, she did not stupidly gallivant them. she was a woman of rolling hills, forest, wide-mouthed rivers, and mountains too distant for the fair recompense of the journey to them.
she’d never been made to navigate this damnable manner of countryside, and reminded herself presently that not every swathe of greenery needed to be pastured on. its ascent had been cautioned in its own right, but there was verdure and motley flora to be won, and she did not foresee the challenge she faced at the moment.
now, she felt like she had foolishly pocketed her earnings and then used them to gamble with her life. ”your tolde na-cumna, almárëa.” she eyed the rocks that came loose from above and tumbled down on either side of her when she grew overconfident and advanced a step too far. tensing her shoulders, hope that a large boulder wasn't coming for her a la wile e. coyote limned her soul.
she couldn’t imagine gluttony ever being her deadly sin, but now she was inwardly wondering if ere there was a sin more befitting a mare as she.
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