Of the Cloud and Vines

The thick humidity drenches your skin. The vines encircle you tangling you in a mass of strong strings. You can't move, they seem to grow longer by the minute choking you. You gasp for air but the vines only grow tighter. You see a mare, her skin as lovely as the sky but a scarred marking is upon her foreleg. She sees you and comes closer, a shocked expression on her face. The vines immediately drop loose and you fall to the ground inhaling deeply. "Are you okay?" She asks hurrying over to help you up. "I'm so sorry, I thought you was a wrangler," she said eyes filled with worry. "Yes," you said getting up. "I'm Angel, of the cloud and vines, I control these vines and the clouds, or basically clouds for sky and vines for earth, so of the earth and sky." the mare says looking up. "I'm guest," you reply. She gives a nod. "So why are you here?" You ask. She hesitates and flicked her ears clearly uncomfortable with the subject. Her eyes fill with sadness. "I will tell you my tale," she replies in a hoarse whisper. The mare turns her back to you and trots away to a rock where a few faint words are etched unto the stone in an odd foreign language that you do not recongnize.
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Statitstics

Name[_Swamp_Angel_]
Alias[Angel]
Gender[ Female]
Age[Adult]
PB color[Cloud]

Story

Part 1
childhood

Angie!" A squeal echoed through the soft meadow grass. The sun danced with bright arrays of colors on the thin summer blades of grass. "Angie!" It squealed again. Butterflies hummed searching for bright colored flowers and sipping there sweet scented nectar. I turned my head back and flicked my ears. A small foal stood behind me wide-eyes with a curious smile. "Angie!" it shrieked. I winced. The foal tottered over to me nuzzling my leg. I was growing out a the foal stage and soon I'd be a big girl and join the ranking of apprentices in my herd. Our herd wasn't a well-known herd but it was a quite large herd with all the ranks in usual herds. I was hoping to become a warrior when I grew up, just like my mother. The foal slumped itself on me. A smile curved up my face. I remember when I was like that. It was my younger sister Syu, named after my great grandmother. Syu was my only sister, she was sweet and hyper. She floppped playfully on me.
Syu, go to mother and leave me be," I said trying to sound mature but even I was giggling at the sight of Syu flopping around on the grass. The foal snorted at me and broke out in more giggles.