They had escaped far from Beqanna, many years ago. Someplace safe for them and safe for their family, especially after what had happened to Gran. A wave of sadness washes through her at the thought, it had been so long since she had last been seen that they had decided to call her deceased. Furia has followed along, let them all believe she believed the same thing, but she had a feeling deep down in her heart that it wasn’t quite the truth.
So she had grown and learned from her father and papa on how to fight, to defend herself. She had hugged them all goodbye for now and slipped away on her travels. She didn’t tell them where she was going, knowing it would cause a fuss. Beqanna was not a safe place for them, for anyone, but especially for a mare. Not that she remembered much more than their safe little home. Where they had played as freshly born foals. But she remembered leaving and she remembered the hours of walking and sleeping and walking some more.
It had taken her a little bit longer than she remembered to find her way back and as such she was exhausted. She felt it the moment she crossed into Beqanna, she wasn’t quite sure what it was but it was a ripple of something that slid down and around her body. She pauses, turning to blink and look back behind her, wondering if maybe she could see it.
She shakes her head, exhaustion dragging at her hooves as she makes her way through the trail in the forest. She needed to find a place to sleep for just a little while and then, maybe then she could get up and go about her random rediscovering of her birth place. If she noticed the smell of a giant cat, it was lost on her, in another life time….well, that’s another story.
(sorry she's kind of rough still. ^_^ @[Aldric])
So she had grown and learned from her father and papa on how to fight, to defend herself. She had hugged them all goodbye for now and slipped away on her travels. She didn’t tell them where she was going, knowing it would cause a fuss. Beqanna was not a safe place for them, for anyone, but especially for a mare. Not that she remembered much more than their safe little home. Where they had played as freshly born foals. But she remembered leaving and she remembered the hours of walking and sleeping and walking some more.
It had taken her a little bit longer than she remembered to find her way back and as such she was exhausted. She felt it the moment she crossed into Beqanna, she wasn’t quite sure what it was but it was a ripple of something that slid down and around her body. She pauses, turning to blink and look back behind her, wondering if maybe she could see it.
She shakes her head, exhaustion dragging at her hooves as she makes her way through the trail in the forest. She needed to find a place to sleep for just a little while and then, maybe then she could get up and go about her random rediscovering of her birth place. If she noticed the smell of a giant cat, it was lost on her, in another life time….well, that’s another story.
(sorry she's kind of rough still. ^_^ @[Aldric])