The Diary Opens...

[wanderlust]

Run. Run. Faster, faster, don't stop! The breath came shooting from her nostrils, hooves hitting the ground like thunder, ashen mane and tail flowing like white flames, as she shot acoss the meadow, first signs of spring showing through the melting snow. But she didn't faulter, she just ran, the wind in her mane as exilerating as her heart beating wildly against her ribscage, and slowly she came to a trot, then a walk, tossing her mane and kicking happily as she played.

She ran from the past, the loniliness, stopping to rest only long enough to wait for it to catch up to her and running again. How she loved to run, so free from everything, even her own thoughts. She did want a running compainion, but at the same time, feared the company. These thoughts, sent her trotting around in a cirle, and whinnying to free herself, and still trying to catch her breath.

[Azzy]

Azriella watched timidly from the bushes, a she was so pretty, the creature that ran thunderously through the field. As the creature bucked and trotted she couldn't bring herself to say hello or anything at all. She wouldn't attack her, but she wanted to be like, to run so far, so fast so free. Her orbs continued to watch her, fearing to be noticed, but not wanting to leave.

[wanderlust]

Her hooves brought her quickly before the canine, and she was afraid. Teeth like those had killed her family. She backed away from the wolf, ready to bolt, If the wolf made one move, she'd be gone before she could say it.

[Azzy]

"Wait," said Azzy, "I won't hurt you, whats your name?" she shifted back to a human form. Jean skirt, blue shirt and all, "I'm Azriella." She offered her hand toward the mare in friendship. In all truth she wanted a friend, especially her, she wanted to prove she wasn't a monster like Azriel, she wasn't a monster and never would be.

[wanderlust]

When she shifted back, Wanderlust relaxed and changed human too, brushing the dirt from her gray socks, "I'm Wanderlust, but you can call me Wandy." she replied, her voice sounding like bells on a winter breeze. She stepped toward the extended hand and took it timidly, "Nice to meet you..."