10-12-2016, 09:56 AM
The pain was dulled for a moment when a voice broke through my thoughts; my large form stumbled away a step as I started, having not noticed the horse's approach. Her bluish coat took in the light and she realized how hot the mare must be. "Hi..? It does." I say, my nerves spiking as my ears swivel, giving away my shyness as I try to resist the temptation to turn and run. I found the courage in myself to start a small conversation. "I'm Priel.. What's your name?" I ask quietly, watching the horn sprouting from her forehead. Is she aggressive? Sent by my captors to bring me back? Is the horn sharp enough to help with the halter? Does she even know how to use it? Can she use it for magic- wait, what is magic?
The thoughts coursed through my mind as I worked to attempt a small smile for the mare, she seemed innocent enough and wanting to help - somehow - but I just didn't know after what had happened to me before whether it was worth the risk to trust her. The mare, saying she'd help, just to charge and pierce my heart, my chest, bleeding as she laughs, walking away as if nothing ever happened.. The nightmarish images flashed through my mind as my fear fueled my stupid, scarred imagination and terrors flashed into focus - a hellishly cruel way my mind tries to protect itself from harm..
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Priel
Thoughts chase me 'round the ashes..
@[Vlinder] Wow she's going to get difficult..