a violent beginning

[Vastra]

I never knew daylight could be so violent She’s not alone anymore but she’s so hollow, so exhausted, she’s not even sure how to react. Her instinct is to scramble to her feet, to bare her teeth and reach out with a massive paw to swipe at any one that comes close. But her body twinges painfully again as if reminding her that instinct won’t serve her in this form. Is it possible for her to learn how to be a horse again? Dark eyes roll back for a moment but the voice of one of the figures followed closely by another snaps her back into the present, back to life. There’s a long moment after both of the stallions have spoke where she just lies there, not looking at them - just looking out at the forest around them. Her mind is working overtime, trying to remember how to speak, how to interpret the sounds they have just made. It’s been so long since she’s heard someone talk and the response she’s experiencing is overwhelming. Slowly, she shifts her position so she is lying more comfortably, looking less like she’s been dropped from the sky, and her breathing begins to regulate though she is still trembling. She’s forgotten how to fold her wings, though, so they remain splayed out awkwardly. The pause to move gives her mind enough time to catch up and play the words properly inside of her brain, for her to think about what they mean. No, of course, she’s not alright. Yes, something went wrong with her shift.  Her head tilts towards the strangers, and she manages to croak out a single word “Wr...on...g.” She’s not sure whether she needs help or whether she needs to be left alone and she can’t remember how to communicate questions or needs. She doesn’t recognize either of the faces she’s looking up at, but she doesn’t remember how to ask for names or figure out where she is.  She feels lost and frightened and for a moment she tries to speak some more but she can’t find the words - so she just hopes that one of these strangers will know what to do next. Because the one is right - she knows because the word "wrong" resonates with her and she's clinging to it. Something has gone wrong and she's not sure how to fix it.  VASTRA kastiel x nazaire, wanderer