05-16-2017, 11:49 PM
Rhae
She was soaked to the bone and trembling with cold, her brilliant, blue eyes wide in wild uncertainty. One moment she was home, ghosting through the edges of the wasteland and avoiding the other residents as always, and then suddenly the world was quaking beneath her feet. She'd been so frightened, so unsure what to do and where to run. And she hadn't been fast enough either. Down she went into the sea, struggling to make her way back to shore as the whole territory sank to the bottom to be lost forever.
Tears stained her cheeks, hiding in all the seawater still clinging to her delicate, dark face. She'd searched and searched the coast for her dear Bruise, but couldn't find him. She would have called out for him, should have called out for him. She didn't dare draw attention to herself, though. Not where the former residents of Pangea could possibly find her, not without Bruise to protect her. He loved her, after all. He'd never let anything happen to her.
And now he was gone.
Another tear stung her eye as she walked on, determined to find... she wasn't sure. Somehow, there must be a way to find him though. She didn't know what else to do, where else to go, who else to turn to. She didn't really know anyone but Bruise. Tioga had been gone for so long before it all happened. She was alone again. Lost again. Her heart felt so mangled and shattered at the thought of never finding Bruise again. She must. Somehow, she swore she would.
Then a familiar voice reached her through the trees, only just then bringing with it the realization that she'd managed to wander to the forest. She preferred it to the meadow, where it was wide and open and everyone could see her so clearly. So it made sense that she had found her way back to this place, and she chewed nervously at her bottom lip as she tried to find him. The other him this time. Waylan.
Oh, she gasped quietly when her eyes finally caught sight of the only other man that could be even remotely familiar to her, even in such a very small, brief way. Creamy, white hair stuck tightly to her neck, determined not to let her hide behind the curtain of it as she always did, but her head ducked anyway. She wished it was dry, dry, wished it could flow and cover her face.
Waylan, she breathed, hopeful that he might remember her, that he may know where Bruise was as she pressed herself into his shoulder. She hadn't meant to do that, to come so close and especially hadn't meant to touch him. She was so used to having someone to hide behind, someone to steady her and he was the only thing she knew anymore. Still, she stepped away with a deep blush and walked to his other side where she could shield herself from any others that might show. She hadn't caught what he'd said or perhaps she would not have tried to follow his voice, even if she was so lost and desperate for any sort of piece of something familiar and safe.
The dark velvet of her muzzle touched his shoulder cautiously, lightly, before falling away again. Have you seen Bruise? she whispered softly, her eyes darting around for others and hoping none showed. She didn't want to be seen. She would love to disappear as Waylan could, where she could vanish and be safe. She just wanted to be safe again. Where was her sweet Bruise?
Tears stained her cheeks, hiding in all the seawater still clinging to her delicate, dark face. She'd searched and searched the coast for her dear Bruise, but couldn't find him. She would have called out for him, should have called out for him. She didn't dare draw attention to herself, though. Not where the former residents of Pangea could possibly find her, not without Bruise to protect her. He loved her, after all. He'd never let anything happen to her.
And now he was gone.
Another tear stung her eye as she walked on, determined to find... she wasn't sure. Somehow, there must be a way to find him though. She didn't know what else to do, where else to go, who else to turn to. She didn't really know anyone but Bruise. Tioga had been gone for so long before it all happened. She was alone again. Lost again. Her heart felt so mangled and shattered at the thought of never finding Bruise again. She must. Somehow, she swore she would.
Then a familiar voice reached her through the trees, only just then bringing with it the realization that she'd managed to wander to the forest. She preferred it to the meadow, where it was wide and open and everyone could see her so clearly. So it made sense that she had found her way back to this place, and she chewed nervously at her bottom lip as she tried to find him. The other him this time. Waylan.
Oh, she gasped quietly when her eyes finally caught sight of the only other man that could be even remotely familiar to her, even in such a very small, brief way. Creamy, white hair stuck tightly to her neck, determined not to let her hide behind the curtain of it as she always did, but her head ducked anyway. She wished it was dry, dry, wished it could flow and cover her face.
Waylan, she breathed, hopeful that he might remember her, that he may know where Bruise was as she pressed herself into his shoulder. She hadn't meant to do that, to come so close and especially hadn't meant to touch him. She was so used to having someone to hide behind, someone to steady her and he was the only thing she knew anymore. Still, she stepped away with a deep blush and walked to his other side where she could shield herself from any others that might show. She hadn't caught what he'd said or perhaps she would not have tried to follow his voice, even if she was so lost and desperate for any sort of piece of something familiar and safe.
The dark velvet of her muzzle touched his shoulder cautiously, lightly, before falling away again. Have you seen Bruise? she whispered softly, her eyes darting around for others and hoping none showed. She didn't want to be seen. She would love to disappear as Waylan could, where she could vanish and be safe. She just wanted to be safe again. Where was her sweet Bruise?