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Post by Hudsdale on Oct 7, 2011 20:43:35 GMT -5
 The leaves of the forest were long gone by now. What would have been a light rustling sound in any other season sounded out now as a cold, wind flowing in and around bare tree trunks. A faint pale pink figure sought her own refuge below a great oak, unable to fall under night's sweet spell.
Antigone had always had a little trouble getting to sleep. As a shy mare, how could she help it? With shyness came at least a little paranoia, though not enough to actually consider it a fault. As much as she preferred the company of those she truly loved to those she barely knew, she hated being alone most of all. As her right side brushed against the damp bark of her shade tree, her head raised to look to the tree's canopy. No birds resided there - a sure sign that no excrement would fall on her today. (Just a day before, she had not been so lucky.) Focusing her eyes before her, Antigone flattened her ears back and shut her eyes in an effort to fall asleep. The moon had only just appeared in the sky, but the young mare was determined to fall asleep before she got too afraid of the dark. What evils lurked in the forest at night frightened her to no end. She'd positioned herself "safely" between a large brush and the aforementioned tree in an attempt to stay safe.
As Antigone began to lose consciousness, she could not help the flaring of her nostrils or the inflation and deflation of her barrel as she slept. Her snores were quiet and reserved - almost nonexistent. The lone equine was excellent at staying nearly undetectable.
OOC: Bahaa. Nonsense. xDDD
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