Still in the Jungle. [Completed]
Character(s): Briar, Tris, Lexaeus
Content: Tris is still a pony. A tired pony whose nerves have been wound a bit too tight. It's the general assertion that this needs to be remedied.
Setting: Savage Garden, near the entrance.
Time: Saturday, after the meeting.
Warnings: Tris is an upset little pony. >_>
Tris had been in the jungle far too long. The larger group of friends had long since left, and Tris was starting to get more and more nervous. She'd decided that sleep was as good an idea as any, and decided to hand around the entrance of the jungle. It wouldn't do to get lost and not be able to find it again, even if her stupid pony body couldn't get up there.
At least she wasn't hungry. Or cold. She snorted, nipping at the ground plants a little. How long had she been in here? She couldn't remember well, other than way too gods-curst long.
Though that extended meditation before Ansem captured her had helped, without access to her power, she wasn't sure what state of disorder it would be in. With a mental sigh, Tris resigned herself to a fate of extended meditation.
If she ever got out. Last time she'd had her magic... unavailable, she had spent most of the time unconcious, and then Marluxia had freed her. Oh, gods, if only she had hands or small paws- something other than hooves. She snorted, walking in nervous circles.
Content: Tris is still a pony. A tired pony whose nerves have been wound a bit too tight. It's the general assertion that this needs to be remedied.
Setting: Savage Garden, near the entrance.
Time: Saturday, after the meeting.
Warnings: Tris is an upset little pony. >_>
Tris had been in the jungle far too long. The larger group of friends had long since left, and Tris was starting to get more and more nervous. She'd decided that sleep was as good an idea as any, and decided to hand around the entrance of the jungle. It wouldn't do to get lost and not be able to find it again, even if her stupid pony body couldn't get up there.
At least she wasn't hungry. Or cold. She snorted, nipping at the ground plants a little. How long had she been in here? She couldn't remember well, other than way too gods-curst long.
Though that extended meditation before Ansem captured her had helped, without access to her power, she wasn't sure what state of disorder it would be in. With a mental sigh, Tris resigned herself to a fate of extended meditation.
If she ever got out. Last time she'd had her magic... unavailable, she had spent most of the time unconcious, and then Marluxia had freed her. Oh, gods, if only she had hands or small paws- something other than hooves. She snorted, walking in nervous circles.