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thick skin / elastic heart - Thorunn - 09-06-2016 thorrun; Thorunn has put on her brave face for weeks now. The shifting of the lands upset her, threw her off her balance, tore down that delicate facade she put up. It was a mask of her father, just throwing his dead carcass over her own childish body and hoping it stuck. Some of it did, she had his orange eyes and his stocky frame. She had his short temper, his brutish strength, and his lack of way with words...but the rest? Did she really have his empty gaze? Could she do the things he did without any remorse? Could she...could she truly be him? I guess the shifts are a way to sink or swim. So she decides to swim. She finds others from the Valley...though part of her wants to branch out, to find her own right. Get out from under his shadow. She figures the best place to do this is...well, the open lands. Find others like her. Find anything, really, to help her decide what she wants. She'll try to shed her fathers cold ways and find some sort of friendship. Friendship would never hurt. "Hello!" she says, her voice artificially cheery. She doesn't know how to do this. It's foreign, this lilt, these words heavy on her tongue. She swallows. "I'm Thorunn, who are you?" RE: thick skin / elastic heart - violence - 09-06-2016 violence I’d stay the hand of god, but war is on your lips RE: thick skin / elastic heart - Thorunn - 09-06-2016 thorrun; If only she wasn't so young she might have understood the gleam in the mare's eye. She would have identified that endless pounding in her chest as a warning, not as a silly childish fear. Break through your barriers, break them! she echoes to herself. The edges of her smile tug, the inside of her chest feels smaller - yet she keeps that false, wavering smile on her face. Something was very...off about the mare. Her cadence, her smile, the way she eyed Thorunn. It's all in your head. It's all in your head. "Violence," she echoes, unable to keep the snag from her voice. "That's a...well..." she trails off. "At least people can pronounce your name!" she adds suddenly, rushed. She is exposed. She is sweating. She can't quite... RE: thick skin / elastic heart - violence - 09-07-2016 violence I’d stay the hand of god, but war is on your lips RE: thick skin / elastic heart - Thorunn - 09-07-2016 thorrun; Was it the shock or the pain that hit Thorunn first? One moment the mare is taking a step toward her, a look on her face that speaks both murder and madness. Thorunn doesn't know this - she is young and stupid and naive and...and she should have trusted her gut. Her instinct. She should have known deep down in the pit of her stomach that something like this could happen. Instead...hah! Instead she took a step toward the mare, thinking she was letting her in on a secret. Indeed. Indeed. The words were the start of a sentence more than anything else, they weren't the end. But the sudden pain that seized her was both surprising and revolting. At first she doesn't react, shock painted on her face, eyes wide. Then the blood begins to drip, then pour down the front of her face. It gets into her eyes, her nose, her mouth. Panic, her heart is racing, which just lets the blood come in a quicker, heavier stream. She falls to her knees, a scream finally breaking from her lips. "Why!" he asks, looking up to the mare between shades of rose. |