09-21-2021, 04:35 PM
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Nerica
The black mares shudders when the Aela approaches, her words send chills through her body. How does she know? Was her first thought, followed by a strong defiance of her fear. Nerica's body is weak, without her emotions she has nothing to keep her going. She watches the mare and creature before her, her head barely turning. She is quickly giving up. Her mind and body are swept up in a storm of cold and confusion and she is drowning. Her long forelock covers her eyes as her head sinks lower. Her vision is blurred as she tries to close her eyes. But a small motion and three short words jerk her back to attention. Because as the golden mare spoke, Nerica could feel her fire of emotion igniting once more.
Like a small flame suddenly fueled with gasoline her emotions flare. Nerica's head flies up, her eyes widened in shock and relief. And now anger. Her ears quickly fly against her head and her teeth are bared, ready to strike out at the small mare with such monstrous power. But then another feeling overpowers her. One she knew well. A familiar and nagging feeling that she fought with every day. That she pushed to the bottom of her heart. She didn't need it. She was alone. She did not want to comforted. She did not want to be with others. And now she fights with it once more. This is an emotion that she despises. She is a hateful, angry being who does not need comfort. The mares dark blue eyes are a turmoil of emotion. She tries desperately to repel the warmth that is creeping into her heart.
But she fails. Her anger is dimmed. The comfort and warmth she has always sought, and always hated has filled her heart. Her flared nostrils let out a soft sigh and her eyes lift to gaze at the horses before her. Her head tilts, her body still slightly trembling. She doesn't know what to do with these new feelings. Her mind keeps telling her to lunge for the horses before her, to shout and scream at them. To unleash her anger. But the warmth that has been forced upon her is taking over. Her words are stuck in her throat. Not a sound reaches her lips. Her emotions are calming, she is giving in to the comfort. She begins to feel safe. And...not alone.
Like a small flame suddenly fueled with gasoline her emotions flare. Nerica's head flies up, her eyes widened in shock and relief. And now anger. Her ears quickly fly against her head and her teeth are bared, ready to strike out at the small mare with such monstrous power. But then another feeling overpowers her. One she knew well. A familiar and nagging feeling that she fought with every day. That she pushed to the bottom of her heart. She didn't need it. She was alone. She did not want to comforted. She did not want to be with others. And now she fights with it once more. This is an emotion that she despises. She is a hateful, angry being who does not need comfort. The mares dark blue eyes are a turmoil of emotion. She tries desperately to repel the warmth that is creeping into her heart.
But she fails. Her anger is dimmed. The comfort and warmth she has always sought, and always hated has filled her heart. Her flared nostrils let out a soft sigh and her eyes lift to gaze at the horses before her. Her head tilts, her body still slightly trembling. She doesn't know what to do with these new feelings. Her mind keeps telling her to lunge for the horses before her, to shout and scream at them. To unleash her anger. But the warmth that has been forced upon her is taking over. Her words are stuck in her throat. Not a sound reaches her lips. Her emotions are calming, she is giving in to the comfort. She begins to feel safe. And...not alone.