What a ruckus she makes.
The spotted girl is screaming - and huffing - as she runs. Sporadically, she doesn’t stop kicking out her hind legs in case the creature running behind her gets any ideas to nip at her heels or worse. Whatever the creature is, the prey in her knows better than to allow a predator a chance to hop on her back and take her down.
Brienna is running up and down the rolling hills of the moorlands. (Where is everybody?) Her home has been empty of late but surely somebody should have heard her cries by now? The pale girl’s mind starts running faster than her legs can carry her. The filly slows for a few strides to look behind her to see… the creature gone?
Her head spurs forward and she kicks into a faster gallop, fearful that she can no longer see it behind her. The wind screeches in her white ears as one flicks to the direction of the sound - a bird. A falcon that soars besides her, shrieking. It makes her run faster and faster until-
"No?” she briefly dares the (false) avian creature, "why do you need so many forms if you're not going to eat me?!” Her shouts, also, go into the wind and what he hears may be misconstrued.
Whatever he is, she thinks as Brienna continues to run, she is not telling him where her mother is.
@[Aodhan]
- Year: 233
- Season: Summer
- SWP: None
COTY
Assailant -- Year 226
QOTY
"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
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