06-22-2016, 01:09 AM
Merida is positively livid. The young mare marches through the trees, breaking branches and foliage as she storms through the forest. She’s just coming from leaving her mother at the border to the territory … leaving her there to head off to her new home in Volcanic Village.
“Ugh!” Merida bumps into a tree, hard, and stops, breathing heavily. She can’t believe this is happening. They’d been minding their own business, living happy, quiet lives here in Cobblestone Creek, when this … this … ‘Chemdog’ just had to come along and ruin everything.
Not that she can blame it all on him of course … he’s not the one that had lost the battle after all …
“What use is a herd stallion if he can’t protect us?!” She mutters under her breath, before casting a quick glance through the trees to make sure that no one else is nearby to hear. She still has to live here - she doesn’t want to create any undue tension. And Archam at least means well, even if he is clearly useless.
She’s relieved when she can detect no one, and sighs heavily. It’s just not fair. They’d been happy here, her and mom and now Andras and Francois. But now her mother is gone, and … she’s suddenly the eldest of their little family unit. She’s not ready for the responsibility.
Grumbling again, she steps back into a walk, heading deeper into the territory. She wants to find a private, quiet spot to sit out her anger before someone manages to find her. Unfortunately in a territory and herd of this size, someone is likely to run across her sooner or later. She just hopes that it’s later.
(OOC: Sorry I never got that foal thread going fast enough ... perhaps some of the other kids can find her now and calm her down?)
“Ugh!” Merida bumps into a tree, hard, and stops, breathing heavily. She can’t believe this is happening. They’d been minding their own business, living happy, quiet lives here in Cobblestone Creek, when this … this … ‘Chemdog’ just had to come along and ruin everything.
Not that she can blame it all on him of course … he’s not the one that had lost the battle after all …
“What use is a herd stallion if he can’t protect us?!” She mutters under her breath, before casting a quick glance through the trees to make sure that no one else is nearby to hear. She still has to live here - she doesn’t want to create any undue tension. And Archam at least means well, even if he is clearly useless.
She’s relieved when she can detect no one, and sighs heavily. It’s just not fair. They’d been happy here, her and mom and now Andras and Francois. But now her mother is gone, and … she’s suddenly the eldest of their little family unit. She’s not ready for the responsibility.
Grumbling again, she steps back into a walk, heading deeper into the territory. She wants to find a private, quiet spot to sit out her anger before someone manages to find her. Unfortunately in a territory and herd of this size, someone is likely to run across her sooner or later. She just hopes that it’s later.
(OOC: Sorry I never got that foal thread going fast enough ... perhaps some of the other kids can find her now and calm her down?)