08-03-2015, 03:18 PM
She ruminates as she waits, mind quietly sifting through the years she's lived. It's strange to think about, strange to think about how far she's come since the day Kaelie found her here. She'd been so weak then, so afraid. A tiny, broken filly, barely clinging on to life.
If anyone had told her then what path her life would take, she wouldn't have believed them. She wouldn't have even understood.
The strong scent of blood hits her nostrils and she gags, falling against the tree. In her distraction, she had failed to notice the stallion when he had appeared in front of her. She straightens herself as the golden eyes fix on her face and winces at the odd intensity in them. She shrinks from that gaze, cringing, nervous. She's used to expressions of shock and fear at the sight of her face, but this is something different. Something more unnerving.
And the smell ... death clings to the stallion like an embrace, clogging the air with its thick, putrid scent. She wants to run, but something tells her she wouldn't get far if she tried. And, deep inside, packed away under the weight of all the years, a memory whispers. She knows him ... somehow.
He speaks then, and she only becomes more confused and afraid. "She? What?" Her orange flecked eye peers cautiously into the gold. It's the eyes, she realizes abruptly. She's seen them somewhere before. But where? "Who are you?!" The heartbeat at her side quickens.
If anyone had told her then what path her life would take, she wouldn't have believed them. She wouldn't have even understood.
The strong scent of blood hits her nostrils and she gags, falling against the tree. In her distraction, she had failed to notice the stallion when he had appeared in front of her. She straightens herself as the golden eyes fix on her face and winces at the odd intensity in them. She shrinks from that gaze, cringing, nervous. She's used to expressions of shock and fear at the sight of her face, but this is something different. Something more unnerving.
And the smell ... death clings to the stallion like an embrace, clogging the air with its thick, putrid scent. She wants to run, but something tells her she wouldn't get far if she tried. And, deep inside, packed away under the weight of all the years, a memory whispers. She knows him ... somehow.
He speaks then, and she only becomes more confused and afraid. "She? What?" Her orange flecked eye peers cautiously into the gold. It's the eyes, she realizes abruptly. She's seen them somewhere before. But where? "Who are you?!" The heartbeat at her side quickens.