10-26-2015, 08:54 PM
She wakes in the meadow with the taste of blood still in her mouth.
A nightmare. Just a nightmare, she reassures herself. But is that really all it had been?
It had all been so … real. So vibrant.
She can still feel her claws sink through flesh and her teeth ripping through that soft, delicate throat …
She shudders. Thank god it had been a dream. It must have been a dream. She still feels unsettled though, and the images flash through her mind over and over again. She collects herself and stands, ready to head back to the Gates. She can’t stay here with the nightmare so fresh in her head.
She arrives back in the Gates just in time for Mast’s voice to ring out across the kingdom. A meeting. It’s about time.
She slips in at the back of the group, taking note of the faces that have beaten her there. She recognizes Mast, Wichita and Tioga of course, along with the painted stallion she’d seen at the battle with the Chamber, but the others are new. The young colt and starry twins must of course be Wichita’s (being that they’re hanging out in a little clump, and that the silvered mare appears to be perpetually pregnant) and her gaze slides over them, alighting on the buckskin stallion and dunskin mare. Pain flickers as she thinks what a pity it is that her mother is not here to see how their numbers have grown.
Of course, that’s probably the reason that Mast has called a meeting, her mother that is. They need to decide what to do - fight, or move on. And given the Gate’s current strength, even with the new members, the answer will likely be moving on. Though it pains her to admit it, it’s likely the right choice.
She stays silent however and waits. Though she knows it’s the right choice, she doesn’t want to be the one to make it.
A nightmare. Just a nightmare, she reassures herself. But is that really all it had been?
It had all been so … real. So vibrant.
She can still feel her claws sink through flesh and her teeth ripping through that soft, delicate throat …
She shudders. Thank god it had been a dream. It must have been a dream. She still feels unsettled though, and the images flash through her mind over and over again. She collects herself and stands, ready to head back to the Gates. She can’t stay here with the nightmare so fresh in her head.
She arrives back in the Gates just in time for Mast’s voice to ring out across the kingdom. A meeting. It’s about time.
She slips in at the back of the group, taking note of the faces that have beaten her there. She recognizes Mast, Wichita and Tioga of course, along with the painted stallion she’d seen at the battle with the Chamber, but the others are new. The young colt and starry twins must of course be Wichita’s (being that they’re hanging out in a little clump, and that the silvered mare appears to be perpetually pregnant) and her gaze slides over them, alighting on the buckskin stallion and dunskin mare. Pain flickers as she thinks what a pity it is that her mother is not here to see how their numbers have grown.
Of course, that’s probably the reason that Mast has called a meeting, her mother that is. They need to decide what to do - fight, or move on. And given the Gate’s current strength, even with the new members, the answer will likely be moving on. Though it pains her to admit it, it’s likely the right choice.
She stays silent however and waits. Though she knows it’s the right choice, she doesn’t want to be the one to make it.
Sidra
the wild child of jason x fiasko
Diplomat now I guess, later an army member when I actually have time.
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