04-27-2021, 10:25 PM
The light that meets the dark
Her name… her name? It wasn’t fae, though for some reason that was the first thing that came to Cheri’s mind. No, no it wasn’t. She was confused; it was him mentioning the fae that she was thinking about. He’d yelled something about them through the rain, right before the lightning had struck, but Cheri hadn’t heard him clearly enough. Why was she trying to remember her name then?
“Ow!” She snorted painfully as the black yanked her back onto her feet, the sudden pain adding to the pressure in her skull but (mercifully) bringing her clarity anyways. He let her go and Cheri splayed her legs apart from one another, wings drooping in the thunderstorm that was raining buckets onto them both. With one eye closed against the throbbing, Cheri recalled what he’d said.
He was berating her again. They should’ve quit arguing by now, as senseless as their squabble had become. None of it was intellectual anymore and Cheri wasn’t sure where it was headed, truthfully. The weather was clawing at her skin, whipping her mane into her face and pulling her tail up against her hind legs. She ignored him in the present, since he seemed to be avoiding her like the plague itself, and turned to look around her for some sort of cover - anything that wasn’t a lone tree in the middle of a meadow just screaming for a bolt of lighting to hit it, too.
The world was darker than before. She couldn’t make out much, and there’d be no flying home now. With a strange feeling of dread beginning to build up in her chest, Cheri turned back to look at the stallion. He infuriated her - or at least he had - and he’d just bitten her. She was truly a rare breed of idiot to keep falling into the same kind of discussion with him, knowing better than ever where it would lead her, but she rebuffed his claim anyways. “Then why did they call on me? Why did they lure my loved ones to their deaths?” She screamed at him, clenching her eyes shut from the throbbing pain afterward. “Screw this asshole!” She thought.
“If you know them so well, tell them to keep me - Cheri - and my family out of their damn business!” She growled over the tremor of the rolling storm, unable to open her eyes again as the pain ebbed and flowed. One second it was a hot pincer of molten iron pressed in between her eyes and the next, it receded to a dull throb. She narrowly opened her eyes against the onslaught of rain and turned around, staggering at an angle against the wind as she tried to make her way step-by-step toward the foothills of the Mountain she’d just cursed. At least the cover there would provide some relief from the storm. She couldn’t care less what happened to the lowlife she’d just met.
Her hoof caught the edge of an exposed rock jutting up from the ground and she stumbled, cursing aloud. In response the wind changed direction, battering her from the opposite side, and Cheri hated the situation even more - she felt exposed, showing how weak she was physically when confronted with external hardships, even if she felt strong enough mentally to combat a bully’s abuse. “You stay the hell away too, you monster!” She warned him, unless he got it into his head to try and savage her again with another nasty swipe of his teeth.
“Ow!” She snorted painfully as the black yanked her back onto her feet, the sudden pain adding to the pressure in her skull but (mercifully) bringing her clarity anyways. He let her go and Cheri splayed her legs apart from one another, wings drooping in the thunderstorm that was raining buckets onto them both. With one eye closed against the throbbing, Cheri recalled what he’d said.
He was berating her again. They should’ve quit arguing by now, as senseless as their squabble had become. None of it was intellectual anymore and Cheri wasn’t sure where it was headed, truthfully. The weather was clawing at her skin, whipping her mane into her face and pulling her tail up against her hind legs. She ignored him in the present, since he seemed to be avoiding her like the plague itself, and turned to look around her for some sort of cover - anything that wasn’t a lone tree in the middle of a meadow just screaming for a bolt of lighting to hit it, too.
The world was darker than before. She couldn’t make out much, and there’d be no flying home now. With a strange feeling of dread beginning to build up in her chest, Cheri turned back to look at the stallion. He infuriated her - or at least he had - and he’d just bitten her. She was truly a rare breed of idiot to keep falling into the same kind of discussion with him, knowing better than ever where it would lead her, but she rebuffed his claim anyways. “Then why did they call on me? Why did they lure my loved ones to their deaths?” She screamed at him, clenching her eyes shut from the throbbing pain afterward. “Screw this asshole!” She thought.
“If you know them so well, tell them to keep me - Cheri - and my family out of their damn business!” She growled over the tremor of the rolling storm, unable to open her eyes again as the pain ebbed and flowed. One second it was a hot pincer of molten iron pressed in between her eyes and the next, it receded to a dull throb. She narrowly opened her eyes against the onslaught of rain and turned around, staggering at an angle against the wind as she tried to make her way step-by-step toward the foothills of the Mountain she’d just cursed. At least the cover there would provide some relief from the storm. She couldn’t care less what happened to the lowlife she’d just met.
Her hoof caught the edge of an exposed rock jutting up from the ground and she stumbled, cursing aloud. In response the wind changed direction, battering her from the opposite side, and Cheri hated the situation even more - she felt exposed, showing how weak she was physically when confronted with external hardships, even if she felt strong enough mentally to combat a bully’s abuse. “You stay the hell away too, you monster!” She warned him, unless he got it into his head to try and savage her again with another nasty swipe of his teeth.
@[Obscene] did you really think I was going to let you win the post-a-thon?