11-08-2016, 12:57 AM
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He’s as cautious as she, eyeing her the way one eyes a nervous dog (though she doesn’t recognize the look). He’s silent for a long time, blue eyes careful, considering.
Terra for her part stays still as a statue, dark brown eyes fixed on his dark form, watching for any twitch, any slight movement of his muscles. She is afraid, more afraid than she’s been in a long time (not since that first week she got lost in the woods), and yet …
Something about the look on his face reminds her of Camelia. The buckskin mare and this dark stallion are far, far different creatures, but there is the same care in the lines of his dark face, the same care and compassion. And as scared as she is, the thought of possibly finally ending her lost wanderings in the woods … well, it’s enough to keep her little hooves firmly where they are.
Time passes, blue eyes meeting brown, then finally his gaze shifts and his head turns to the side. He speaks, but the word he calls her - brave - means nothing to her and so silent she remains. He speaks of another forest, one he suggests she might like … if she were to follow him. He says he will not leave her alone here and that she could have a family, his family.
Family. The word takes hold, reaching down into her tiny, feral heart. She’d had a family before, a mother at least. A mother that had pretended to love her, then dumped her on her own in the den.
But he says he won’t leave her, and despite her uncertainty, despite her reluctance to trust (to take that leap), the walls around her heart begin to crack. There’s always the chance that he could end up leaving her too, but despite her experiences, the part of her desperate for love and affection urges her to take the chance.
One little dark leg takes a hesitant step forward. “I … I come.”
Terra for her part stays still as a statue, dark brown eyes fixed on his dark form, watching for any twitch, any slight movement of his muscles. She is afraid, more afraid than she’s been in a long time (not since that first week she got lost in the woods), and yet …
Something about the look on his face reminds her of Camelia. The buckskin mare and this dark stallion are far, far different creatures, but there is the same care in the lines of his dark face, the same care and compassion. And as scared as she is, the thought of possibly finally ending her lost wanderings in the woods … well, it’s enough to keep her little hooves firmly where they are.
Time passes, blue eyes meeting brown, then finally his gaze shifts and his head turns to the side. He speaks, but the word he calls her - brave - means nothing to her and so silent she remains. He speaks of another forest, one he suggests she might like … if she were to follow him. He says he will not leave her alone here and that she could have a family, his family.
Family. The word takes hold, reaching down into her tiny, feral heart. She’d had a family before, a mother at least. A mother that had pretended to love her, then dumped her on her own in the den.
But he says he won’t leave her, and despite her uncertainty, despite her reluctance to trust (to take that leap), the walls around her heart begin to crack. There’s always the chance that he could end up leaving her too, but despite her experiences, the part of her desperate for love and affection urges her to take the chance.
One little dark leg takes a hesitant step forward. “I … I come.”
TERRA
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