#Athen2 [This is what happens when I draw freehand. Oh well, it was fun!] Those long torturous days on the moorland. The sun laughed down at the three, but kept loud their voices strong to fend off enimies. The grass was tough and grey, leaving Athens to eat up her spply and scavenge from West and Southern Mark. At least they could stomach the plants and keep their heads on straight.
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26 Aug, 2012, 8:19 pm
Many hallucinations met Athens on the journey. Some included the harmless fake-oasis while others took the form of greatest fears. Most of those were cased away by Theo biting her ear or her meeting the ground face-first. A lack of water could do a lot to a pony, but it didn't seem to effect West or his sister much.
26 Aug, 2012, 8:28 pm
In fact the twin ponies seemed unphased the whole time. Sleeping soundly at night was never a problem. Athens tried to recall how many times she had made this journey from to home to town and back. Five or six maybe? No- the most was ten. That much she sure. No matter the number, the effects were still the same. She never became more resistant. She never became weak, thank godness. Just the same. A long monotonous(sp?) trek it was.
26 Aug, 2012, 9:49 pm
A few specks appeared one day. Like figurines set neatly on the horizon. Ah, how sweet those buildings looked!
27 Aug, 2012, 3:09 am
Awesome pic! I luv ur story!
29 Aug, 2012, 12:38 am
Thanks you guys! Eh, sorry forr not posting/commenting so much since school is back up for me.