02-27-2016, 03:25 PM
BOTHER
Non nobis solum nati sumus
The horizon is dark with the charcoal skies. The fires had burned relentlessly and over time had been extinguished but the land would be bruised for a long time, foliage is charred, broken and beaten from the actions of the equines that inhabited the lands.
The chestnut woman was not sure where to go or what to do. But she did know the Gates were in need of her.
They needed a healer.
Slim appendages pull her along, following the imbedded prints of hooves. They were solid and heavy. Nares expanding and contracting as she attempted to decipher the smells like hieroglyphics. Nails halt the small mare as she looks in desperation for the calls to be repeated where she is needed but with a sudden deep breath she is again flying on light hooves.
The empathetic feelings fill her, pulling her heart and she sees the massive form of Vanquish. She can see from her place he is suffering...in pain. In another direction is a mare (Sidra) there and fighting desperately. Now Bother (Bo) had never formally meet either of them but in this war the small mare had chosen to side with the Gates. After all, her gentle nature never would coincide with the Chamber or Valley...
But! Back to our scene.
Bother was a whopping 14.2 hands...not that big but certainly nothing compared to her mother's 15 inches. But any who, the small mare new what her purpose was. She clears her mind with her eyes closed, concentrating on a white ball of light. it is warm and soft and comforting. it grows bigger and brighter. It's consuming but mesmerizing as Bother concentrates on it, feeding it with her own being. As she focuses she conjures the form of Vanquish and that of Draconic and inserts them within the healing orb. She pictures them deep within the warm, bright and healing light. She imagines their wounds healing, their cuts and tears and sores all restoring themselves. Their broken and torn appendages mending themselves as Bother heals them with her only real power. She imagines them with renewed strength.
They may not know her and she may not know them but they all fight for the same cause and Bother would do what she could to aid from the sidelines. But wait- what's that? "Hey, hey!" She calls tentatively to a rather smaller stallion, smaller than she had ever seen before. "Are you ok?" She calls to Fynn (though she doesn't know his name). Perhaps this was not the best time to inquire but she felt compelled to check on the little stallion's well being from her bunker away from the actual violence. Her calls are a loud whisper, trying for his attention.
The chestnut woman was not sure where to go or what to do. But she did know the Gates were in need of her.
They needed a healer.
Slim appendages pull her along, following the imbedded prints of hooves. They were solid and heavy. Nares expanding and contracting as she attempted to decipher the smells like hieroglyphics. Nails halt the small mare as she looks in desperation for the calls to be repeated where she is needed but with a sudden deep breath she is again flying on light hooves.
The empathetic feelings fill her, pulling her heart and she sees the massive form of Vanquish. She can see from her place he is suffering...in pain. In another direction is a mare (Sidra) there and fighting desperately. Now Bother (Bo) had never formally meet either of them but in this war the small mare had chosen to side with the Gates. After all, her gentle nature never would coincide with the Chamber or Valley...
But! Back to our scene.
Bother was a whopping 14.2 hands...not that big but certainly nothing compared to her mother's 15 inches. But any who, the small mare new what her purpose was. She clears her mind with her eyes closed, concentrating on a white ball of light. it is warm and soft and comforting. it grows bigger and brighter. It's consuming but mesmerizing as Bother concentrates on it, feeding it with her own being. As she focuses she conjures the form of Vanquish and that of Draconic and inserts them within the healing orb. She pictures them deep within the warm, bright and healing light. She imagines their wounds healing, their cuts and tears and sores all restoring themselves. Their broken and torn appendages mending themselves as Bother heals them with her only real power. She imagines them with renewed strength.
They may not know her and she may not know them but they all fight for the same cause and Bother would do what she could to aid from the sidelines. But wait- what's that? "Hey, hey!" She calls tentatively to a rather smaller stallion, smaller than she had ever seen before. "Are you ok?" She calls to Fynn (though she doesn't know his name). Perhaps this was not the best time to inquire but she felt compelled to check on the little stallion's well being from her bunker away from the actual violence. Her calls are a loud whisper, trying for his attention.
Bother has healed Sidra and Vanquish with her healer's abilities, restoring much of their strength and physical wounds as best as she can but not fully for it completely exhausts her.
She is able to heal as long as she can visual a horse(s) in her mind.
You can beat up on her but don't kill her.