The whispers, do you hear them? (Joscelin)

[Celeana]

⍢Celeana⍢

She had witnessed, a massacre of two. A Murder. Both her parents dead. There bodies left carelessly to rot. No proper gravestone was left in the tiniest bit of sincerity for their little girl. It was too late, if the band of gruesome cruel bachelors found her crying her heart out beside there bodies her fate would end as her parents did. She had to keep going, as far away from that site of murderous activity, tears stained her ebony blotched coat as she entered a small meadow.

Foals gathered beneath trees in sorrow, some woefully speaking of there neglectant parents to female equine. A stallion lingered in the meadow, her chocolate eyes became weary as he made his way towards her. He was probably one of those stallions that killed her parents, it couldn't be. She had trekked so far, that's impossible that they had already located her. He came closer, his smile welcoming, or was it wretched? Fleeing away she screamed with high vocals, "Leave me alone!" Ears pinned as she bolted in the other direction every instinct in her body told her to run faster, flee the area seek for refuge some where else. But something told her to stay.

Turning her head towards the stallion, he seemed to of wandered off. Thank the lord. Her heart thundered, adrenaline surging through every part of her body. She was safe but still tense, terrified for the fact. She had joined the chorus of cries of sorrow of pathetic foals, why was she having a nervous break down now? Tears dripped down her cheeks in a continuous flow, words flew out of her velvet lips, " I'm safe." she hyperventilated through struggled breathes she continued to speak passing in-between words. "S-so very- Sa-afe." Her sides heaved, as more tears flew out her eyes. Her black eyelashes were held in clumps as she fluttered the tears out of the eyes, her cheeks completely soaked with her salty tears.

Lowering herself to the ground, to hopefully stop herself from crying. The speckled girl, couldn't seem to stop, her body trembled with anxiety. As she began to search for someone to help her, calm down grab ahold of her emotions. Worried chocolate eyes wandered about batting constantly as she heaved letting out high pitches cries of woe and anxiety.

A Little Rebellion Now And Then Is A Good Thing.

@[Joscelin]