08-23-2016, 04:58 PM
that we found each other in the dark.
It’s been so long since she last entered Beqanna.
Despite the years in-between herself and this place, the memories are as fresh as if they happened yesterday. The blood, the screaming …
And yet, somehow, she is always drawn back.
But never to there, never to the place it happens. Instead she wanders through the other herd lands, taking rest in the quiet, uninhabited places. She’s surprised that so many of the territories are claimed these days. Back when her father’s herd still existed, it was one of only two herds still left in all of Beqanna.
She walks and walks and walks until her legs tire and her feet begin to ache. Her mind is still restless, but her body needs rest, and so she settles down in a little cave on the edge of the nearest herdland. It is occupied - she can detect the fresh scents of the territory’s stallion and mares - but she doesn’t think they’ll pay her any mind. She is quiet and alone, and a rather slender mare - far from physically threatening. More likely than not they will ignore her, and then when she is well rested she can slip away and continue on her journey.
Furrow
Hakeem x Fold.
Hakeem x Fold.