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maybe love is a broken thing, any - Selaphiel - 09-19-2021 selaphiel I just bite my tongue a bit harder RE: maybe love is a broken thing, any - Trandafir - 09-20-2021
Trandafir
The warmth that came the early spring was welcomed to the young mare. Though her thick coat kept her decently warm, she preferred spring weather. As she weaved carefully through a seemingly endless amount of trees, a cluster of thoughts filled her mind. The memories of her home and the spring times she had enjoyed with her family. The loneliness she felt now the she was alone. And longing in her heart to return to her beloved home. But the thought and feeling that overcame her was the excitement and joy to be starting life on her own. She felt a glorious freedom and strength flow over her as she roamed the land alone.
She had no course set in life and did not want one. Trandafir wanted to spend her young years without obligations or pressure. With the mindset of being spontaneous and doing what she wanted. She hoped to meet many horses and make many friends. Though her parents had sent her off with mild warnings of the dangerous world, they had not fully prepared her. Her innocent mind could hardly imagine the pain, evil and danger that existed out in the world. She knew only the good and beautiful. The kind and caring. And she always carried that with her. Fira had been raised with a mindset of care. Wherever she was and whatever she was doing, she must always be ready to help, always be willing, and always care for others. Her half shed chestnut coat was covered in a light layer of dust and her white legs were stained brown. Her mindset of care did not extend to herself or her appearance, as was obvious. The young mare usually carried a dusty coat, but it was all excused by her sweet eyes and joyful smile. A smile that faded suddenly when the chestnut mare caught the scents of a fearful commotion. Her glee for the spring day melted off her face as her flared nostrils caught the putrid scent of a predator, followed by the sharp smell of blood. Her now sharp eyes wildly scan the surroundings. Catching movement from the corner of her vision she spins to the left and bounds towards the scene. When Trandafir arrives she freezes briefly in horror. The horse in front of her is lying still, his white coat torn and stained with blood. She swallows as a strong urge to turn and flee overcomes her when the scent of blood fills her nostrils. But she doesn't run. Her large hooves quickly approach the severely injured stranger. Her eyes sting from the horrid sight of the horses condition. The thoughts in her mind are rushing to fast for her to think clearly, so she does what she feels the strongest. As she nears the horse she lowers her head, quickly examining the extent of his injuries. She knows little to nothing of medicine, but perhaps she can still do something to help. Anything. Her pink nose reaches for the bloody neck of the stranger, nudging gently, and urgently, she speaks. "Are you awake?" "Can you move?!" She knows better than to ask if he is alright. He clearly isn't. Her nudges become more frantic and her heart is gripped with a tightening fear. He isn't dying right? Her mind rushes, a sudden charge of emotions flowing over her. "Please say something!" she bursts, "Please don't die!" she trails, her voice softening, the worry in her tone is clear. Trandafir has no idea who the bloody stallion is, but she can't bear to see anyone die. RE: maybe love is a broken thing, any - Selaphiel - 09-25-2021 selaphiel I just bite my tongue a bit harder @Trandafir RE: maybe love is a broken thing, any - Trandafir - 10-03-2021 Trandafir
As she watched the stallion before her fade away her breath slowed. A shock fell over her as she realized the horse before her was too far to be saved. Her heartbeat rings in her ears and she backs away slowly. Before she had time to totally process what she had witnessed, something began to happen. Her eyes widened in shock and a slight fear settled in her stomach. The bloody white stallion was piecing himself back together. What in the world is he? Her mind races as she takes several more steps back. The growing nervous fear in her stomach was not enough to make her run. The strong curiosity and urge to make sure he was alright made her stay. When the stallion gasped for air Trandafir's large hooves couldn't resist stepping forward. When the strangers eyes finally open she tilts her head. Her mind is trying to piece together what had just happened. He had been close to death, if not dead, and then he healed himself, and was breathing now, and opening his eyes. Her young mind didn't understand how all that could happen but she accepted that it had happened. And now the stranger looked terribly out of sorts, and she wanted to be sure he would be alright. When the stallion begins to stand she jerks her head back, still suspicious of the horse that had just come back to life. The strangers quiet and murmured words reach her ears and she stays silent. She had been very startled, and frightened and now worried. The stranger had such a strange presence. One she could not figure out. The strangeness of the encounter did not help her understand anything any better. Her racing heart is barely starting to slow, her mind is now struggling to find her next action. Trandafir stays still for several moments, her eyes studying the scars that had so miraculously appeared in the place of fatal injuries. Finally she lifts her head. Her blue eyes holding a mix of uncertainty, curiosity and worry. "Its all right now that I see that you," she hesitates, "you're not dead." Her voice is quiet and sincere. While she had been quite shocked, the stallion had had it worse and her mind was more on the stranger's condition than her own. "But, what-what happens now?" she questions slowly. "I mean, are you really all right?" Her voice curious but still holds a hint of worry. The chestnut's mind still hasn't quite wrapped around the whole dying and coming back to life event she had witnessed. "You still don't look too good." she remarks, her voice barely a whisper. The white stallion looked terribly weak and probable to fall over at any moment. RE: maybe love is a broken thing, any - Selaphiel - 10-16-2021 |