09-05-2016, 12:08 AM
Pain; that's all the grulla dun mare was feeling right now. And that was saying something, considering that she'd dealt with a lot of it in her life. But what had happened to the land... man, she didn't even remember most of it. She remembered that after the Tundra - that was the place, right? - rejected her, she headed out to try and find a new home. But then, everything had changed...
Another sting of pain shot through the mare's skull, causing her to squeal in ache. Why was it that when she tried to hard, she couldn't remember a thing? She was surprised she even recalled the name of that place, the Tundra, but she couldn't remember if she'd truly gone to search there for a home or not.
She felt that something was wrong with her... but she couldn't figure out what it was. All she knew was that these pains in her skull irked her, and the wound on her leg wasn't helping matters either. The mare had acquired the gash down her foreleg when she'd slipped on some loose rocks on her trip down the mountain where she'd first appeared after coming to this land. It wasn't fatal, but it sure as hell would hurt for a while.
The mare let out an aching sigh; she was tired from all the walking, but she still had yet to encounter any familiar faces. Perhaps this was because of the fact that she hadn't had a home before all this - whatever it was - happened? Whatever the case, Vida needed to at least find some temporary shelter to rest for the remainder of the day, and during the night, so her leg wound could heal and she could sleep after a tiring day of walking on three good legs.
The sound of voices cut into the silence surrounding the grulla dun. Vida's hopes lit up; was it possible that there were actually more horses around? Even if she didn't recognize them, was it possible that they might be willing to give her refuge among them if they chose to rest as a group that night until they found more permanent homes?
Normally, Vida wasn't usually this open, or welcoming, or friendly, especially around others she didn't trust. But for some reason, none of her gut instincts were kicking in; either she could trust these horses, or the aching pains in her head meant more than she thought.
Limping toward the voices, the mare came across a small group; a white stallion with golden points, a buckskin stallion, a gray mare, a black mare with gold mane and tail, a somewhat silvery-but-still-bay roan mare, and a black stallion with a blue-colored mane and tail. Vida arrived just enough to hear the last words from the black stallion's mouth; he'd belonged to some place, called the Dale?
Why did that sound familiar? Vida felt as if it should be registered in her mind, but once again, the pain in her skull returned. Deciding to put the matter of the Dale aside for now, the mare walked toward the group of horses, her head low and hurt leg a little off the ground as she got closer.
"Any chance... you'd take in... an unfamiliar face... to your cause?" she asked, a tired look in her brown eyes.
Another sting of pain shot through the mare's skull, causing her to squeal in ache. Why was it that when she tried to hard, she couldn't remember a thing? She was surprised she even recalled the name of that place, the Tundra, but she couldn't remember if she'd truly gone to search there for a home or not.
She felt that something was wrong with her... but she couldn't figure out what it was. All she knew was that these pains in her skull irked her, and the wound on her leg wasn't helping matters either. The mare had acquired the gash down her foreleg when she'd slipped on some loose rocks on her trip down the mountain where she'd first appeared after coming to this land. It wasn't fatal, but it sure as hell would hurt for a while.
The mare let out an aching sigh; she was tired from all the walking, but she still had yet to encounter any familiar faces. Perhaps this was because of the fact that she hadn't had a home before all this - whatever it was - happened? Whatever the case, Vida needed to at least find some temporary shelter to rest for the remainder of the day, and during the night, so her leg wound could heal and she could sleep after a tiring day of walking on three good legs.
The sound of voices cut into the silence surrounding the grulla dun. Vida's hopes lit up; was it possible that there were actually more horses around? Even if she didn't recognize them, was it possible that they might be willing to give her refuge among them if they chose to rest as a group that night until they found more permanent homes?
Normally, Vida wasn't usually this open, or welcoming, or friendly, especially around others she didn't trust. But for some reason, none of her gut instincts were kicking in; either she could trust these horses, or the aching pains in her head meant more than she thought.
Limping toward the voices, the mare came across a small group; a white stallion with golden points, a buckskin stallion, a gray mare, a black mare with gold mane and tail, a somewhat silvery-but-still-bay roan mare, and a black stallion with a blue-colored mane and tail. Vida arrived just enough to hear the last words from the black stallion's mouth; he'd belonged to some place, called the Dale?
Why did that sound familiar? Vida felt as if it should be registered in her mind, but once again, the pain in her skull returned. Deciding to put the matter of the Dale aside for now, the mare walked toward the group of horses, her head low and hurt leg a little off the ground as she got closer.
"Any chance... you'd take in... an unfamiliar face... to your cause?" she asked, a tired look in her brown eyes.