07-23-2016, 10:58 AM
Odezsa
Odezsa was wandering aimlessly through her new home. She had yet to meet many of her new sisters, a word she liked to roll over in her head constantly. She'd never had siblings, although the thought of someone related to her by blood who had not helped birth or make her sounded more than appealing. Alas, no sisters or brothers. Well, until now. She had really only wanted to join the warrior ladies because she wanted sisters, and because Vaughan and Lagertha seemed to have bad blood. As simply, childlike and kind of the mare was, this particular little run in and peaked her interests. She intended to gain more knowledge about the relationship between the two. She had missed Lagertha, having not seen her for a while. But for now, she wandered through her homeland, admiring the plants who had fought so hard to go back from the fire and tried to keep her mind in one place.
Deep down, Odezsa wondered what would happen if the Jungle were to be attacked again. She was not a fighter by any means. In fact, she had no real ideal how to fight and knew she could never hurt another creature, not intentionally. For gods sake, the girl hated the thought of accidentally stepping on ants. Perhaps her heart was too pure for this environment, perhaps she could be forged to be a proud warrior. Only time would tell.
That's when she saw her. Hardly a yearling, maybe, the filly looked much younger than Odezsa, even given the mares petite, lanky frame. Her scent and face were unfamiliar, which did not mean much as the silver mare had not been calling the jungle her home for too long. But nonetheless, a new face excited her, and it showed.
Her tail raised, her ears perked, and she picked up her signature aloof trot until she was in earshot of what Odezsa already considered a new friend. She really needed to work on her conception of society. Not everyone had the heart she did.
"Hello there!" She sang out, finally reaching the stranger and smiling warmly at her, goofily showing some of her teeth.
"I'm Odezsa, resident of the Jungle." She smiles. It's the first time she's actually said this and it sounds so lovely to push her homes name from her tongue, knowing, for now, she is safe somewhere.
"Who are you?" Her excitement is apparent, her heart so boldly on her sleeve. What a treasure, to be such a gentle soul. To bare everything as you feel it when you feel it. But what a danger, to be so naive and believe that everyone out there has some degree of good in them. What a dangerous, dangerous game to play in assuming others have the same heart as you.
Deep down, Odezsa wondered what would happen if the Jungle were to be attacked again. She was not a fighter by any means. In fact, she had no real ideal how to fight and knew she could never hurt another creature, not intentionally. For gods sake, the girl hated the thought of accidentally stepping on ants. Perhaps her heart was too pure for this environment, perhaps she could be forged to be a proud warrior. Only time would tell.
That's when she saw her. Hardly a yearling, maybe, the filly looked much younger than Odezsa, even given the mares petite, lanky frame. Her scent and face were unfamiliar, which did not mean much as the silver mare had not been calling the jungle her home for too long. But nonetheless, a new face excited her, and it showed.
Her tail raised, her ears perked, and she picked up her signature aloof trot until she was in earshot of what Odezsa already considered a new friend. She really needed to work on her conception of society. Not everyone had the heart she did.
"Hello there!" She sang out, finally reaching the stranger and smiling warmly at her, goofily showing some of her teeth.
"I'm Odezsa, resident of the Jungle." She smiles. It's the first time she's actually said this and it sounds so lovely to push her homes name from her tongue, knowing, for now, she is safe somewhere.
"Who are you?" Her excitement is apparent, her heart so boldly on her sleeve. What a treasure, to be such a gentle soul. To bare everything as you feel it when you feel it. But what a danger, to be so naive and believe that everyone out there has some degree of good in them. What a dangerous, dangerous game to play in assuming others have the same heart as you.
all my friends are heathens, take it slow