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Featuring: Maesa ( fav.me/d70rsn5 )
Summer, 760 of the New Age
Windborn, Cockle Bay

There is a war ravaging these lands- there had always been conflict- disagreements..but now, now there was war.
Maesa raised her head, eyes shut in a moment of peace that flooded through her in the winds.

Windborne.

A place of winds and gales, unlike any other- but also wars and tribulations between the herds that brought Maesa's heart much sadness.

She hadn't ever really known a moment of TRUE peace between the herds, but for it to be this...This crazy- Maesa shook her head, trying to rid her mind of such troubles but it was for naught.

How could one really forget the pain and anguish of the loss and strain of war-it was something that was unfortunately rampant.

Still, Maesa had never really had a reason to fearful as much as she was in these recent days- sure, she feared for the well being of the Herd she was in- and even for the other herds who were all warring against her own. However, since she had her fawns, things had gotten scarier- she was terrified one day one of them might be take- might be..She shook her head.

She didn't want to think of what could happen.

She didn't want to think of what would, and very well could, happen to her precious fawns- they meant the world to her- so much so that she didn't even have the words nor the voice to even express such feelings to her young ones.

With an inhale of breath, she mustered her might- she shouted to the sky, the winds she brought rippling about her, hissing and roaring with this new strength she felt.

The winds blasted past her, her mind a focus on what meant the most to her.

She was going to train- fight.

No, not fight the enemy- she was going to fight the fear that took such a strong hold within her very being a rip it out- she wasn't going to be that silly little flightly doe she had always been.

No- Not anymore- there were fawns at stake- her fawns- and she wouldn't let anyone lay a harmful touch on them- not now and not ever.

She would help them grow strong, but for now they were frail and needed her to keep them safe from the brewing chaos.

She was going to be the protector of those who she held near.

For she had something worth protecting.

Here you have Maesa with her brand spankin' new horn that's growing within that velvet- enemies beware, Maesa's protective and soon to be pointy. B>

+1 to Magic for an individual art piece
+1 to Magic for 400 words Literature

Description

Featuring: Maesa ( fav.me/d70rsn5 )
Summer, 760 of the New Age
Windborn, Cockle Bay

There is a war ravaging these lands- there had always been conflict- disagreements..but now, now there was war.
Maesa raised her head, eyes shut in a moment of peace that flooded through her in the winds.

Windborne.

A place of winds and gales, unlike any other- but also wars and tribulations between the herds that brought Maesa's heart much sadness.

She hadn't ever really known a moment of TRUE peace between the herds, but for it to be this...This crazy- Maesa shook her head, trying to rid her mind of such troubles but it was for naught.

How could one really forget the pain and anguish of the loss and strain of war-it was something that was unfortunately rampant.

Still, Maesa had never really had a reason to fearful as much as she was in these recent days- sure, she feared for the well being of the Herd she was in- and even for the other herds who were all warring against her own. However, since she had her fawns, things had gotten scarier- she was terrified one day one of them might be take- might be..She shook her head.

She didn't want to think of what could happen.

She didn't want to think of what would, and very well could, happen to her precious fawns- they meant the world to her- so much so that she didn't even have the words nor the voice to even express such feelings to her young ones.

With an inhale of breath, she mustered her might- she shouted to the sky, the winds she brought rippling about her, hissing and roaring with this new strength she felt.

The winds blasted past her, her mind a focus on what meant the most to her.

She was going to train- fight.

No, not fight the enemy- she was going to fight the fear that took such a strong hold within her very being a rip it out- she wasn't going to be that silly little flightly doe she had always been.

No- Not anymore- there were fawns at stake- her fawns- and she wouldn't let anyone lay a harmful touch on them- not now and not ever.

She would help them grow strong, but for now they were frail and needed her to keep them safe from the brewing chaos.

She was going to be the protector of those who she held near.

For she had something worth protecting.

Here you have Maesa with her brand spankin' new horn that's growing within that velvet- enemies beware, Maesa's protective and soon to be pointy. B>

+1 to Magic for an individual art piece
+1 to Magic for 400 words Literature