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Posted by WICKED | PAGAN on February 2, 2009, 5:39 pm, in reply to "Terrified of what's inside; WICKED only" so if you care to find me Something was about to change in Wicked’s life. She could feel it in the very ground beneath her feet and in the breeze that combed itself through her dark curls. And though change had always been something that the black witch feared, this time she welcomed it, drank it in with big, desperate breaths, prayed that it would come on swift wings. Far too long she had been stuck in a limbo, not knowing where she belonged or who she was. Once you have hit rock bottom, the only possible change is one for the better.
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Wicked knows little of the tales of other realms. It has been a long time since her hooves took her to the salty beach of Solira – the last time she visited it has still been known as simply The Reef – and she had never once been to the desert, not even to visit her one-time friend who resided there now as queen. Andarin is and has always been her home, and she does not need to travel outside of it to know that no other place can measure up. Yet today her feet take her on a not-often travelled path, one that takes her to the land that is neither mountain nor desert nor ocean. It is as if she assumes a change of scenery will facilitate the larger change that she knows is on the horizon. She craves it so much that she feels compelled to search it out.
It was not change but familiarity that caught her eye though. It was Formaldehyde, easily identified from afar by the white bird on his back. In just a few days she would be rescuing him from the desert, but perhaps he needed an escape even sooner. Wicked could sympathize. She approaches him with a soft nicker of companionship and greeting, extending to him a kinship that she feels automatically for all those who reside in her beloved mountains. She feels for him, out here alone with no one but his albino friend and that sad black rose to keep him company.
Mm, escaping from the desert? she asks, her voice quiet as she reaches out and dares to brush her nose across his face, grimacing as she smells the sun and sand on him. Perhaps she is too close for comfort, but for now she does not care. Something has made her momentarily bold. Oh yes, things are going to change very soon. It is quiet in Andarin without you.
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