12-18-2016, 03:21 PM
Lucrezia watches as everything changes quickly into one. She has never seen such emotions change quickly on Etojo—not even the feeling of shock. It seemed like nothing before this would ever touch him. Lucrezia draws her emotions inwards, concealing the disgust and repulsion she felt moments ago.
She watches as he looks at himself, studying something as if it had been there before. Lucrezia does not know what or even if anything had been there. Years separate them from once when they knew each other. She knows she has changed from the last time she has seen Etojo. He is probably changed to, and maybe that makes them strangers now. Strangers that shared something long ago, in an old forgotten world she holds onto dearly some days.
Etojo returns his gaze back to her. There was an obvious hint of hurt, but quickly masked away. Lucrezia caught just a tiny glimpse of it. “Etojo,” she whispers softly. She takes a step forward but stops before proceeding anymore closer to the chestnut. The anger is obvious in his expression and eyes. She falls silent again but still watching him carefully.
He comes towards her, anger still smeared on his face. Lucrezia stands still like a boulder in the middle of the field. She is too stubborn to move if he has come to force his way or something worse. However, her ear flicks curiously when he orders her. She had never liked taken orders from him in her life. It was something she learned long ago when she was a filly.
She studies him for a moment, nodding her head softly. The mare side-steps out of the way of the chestnut but before she could move fully there is a bursting of two others. Lucrezia is slammed to the side as the other mare and filly makes their way out—an escape. For one moment she had forgotten about them. Her eyes had met the gaze of the other mare, Clarisse. She is glad the mare and filly are free—free from the grasps of Etojo.
Lucrezia shakes her head and fins her balance again on the ground. She stares at Etojo for just a moment and turns quickly, fleeing as well from the hollow like mare and filly did moments ago. She does not bear to linger there longer, to find what else she might learn about Etojo. In truth, displaying such nastiness to him hurts her. Lucrezia sighs softly, quickly leaving the hollow and the adoption den behind.
She watches as he looks at himself, studying something as if it had been there before. Lucrezia does not know what or even if anything had been there. Years separate them from once when they knew each other. She knows she has changed from the last time she has seen Etojo. He is probably changed to, and maybe that makes them strangers now. Strangers that shared something long ago, in an old forgotten world she holds onto dearly some days.
Etojo returns his gaze back to her. There was an obvious hint of hurt, but quickly masked away. Lucrezia caught just a tiny glimpse of it. “Etojo,” she whispers softly. She takes a step forward but stops before proceeding anymore closer to the chestnut. The anger is obvious in his expression and eyes. She falls silent again but still watching him carefully.
He comes towards her, anger still smeared on his face. Lucrezia stands still like a boulder in the middle of the field. She is too stubborn to move if he has come to force his way or something worse. However, her ear flicks curiously when he orders her. She had never liked taken orders from him in her life. It was something she learned long ago when she was a filly.
She studies him for a moment, nodding her head softly. The mare side-steps out of the way of the chestnut but before she could move fully there is a bursting of two others. Lucrezia is slammed to the side as the other mare and filly makes their way out—an escape. For one moment she had forgotten about them. Her eyes had met the gaze of the other mare, Clarisse. She is glad the mare and filly are free—free from the grasps of Etojo.
Lucrezia shakes her head and fins her balance again on the ground. She stares at Etojo for just a moment and turns quickly, fleeing as well from the hollow like mare and filly did moments ago. She does not bear to linger there longer, to find what else she might learn about Etojo. In truth, displaying such nastiness to him hurts her. Lucrezia sighs softly, quickly leaving the hollow and the adoption den behind.
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