03-20-2017, 06:23 AM
Finally, at long last, she felt herself being pulled from the water. Her tried legs almost give way with weariness as she is thrown roughly onto the bank of the shoreline, but she (ungracefully) gathers herself beneath her aching legs with huge gasps for breath. She stands shakily, streams of icy water running in rivulets down her muscled shoulders and haunches, her ribs expanding with each inhale and exhale as she tries to regulate her heart rate. Her golden eyes never leave the pair that had rescued her (had she really been rescued, though?), fiercely eyeing them with a tightly closed jaw. Fire-red tendrils plaster against her ebony neck and face, dripping unflatteringly before she shakes whatever excess water she could from her body. Merida hopes some of the water splashes the girls. She’s shivering slightly, but otherwise the mare is fine – physically.
Merida snorts sharply, droplets of water flying from her wide nostrils as she absentmindedly flicks her tail against her red-spotted haunch. Her gold eyes roll upwards slightly and part of her wishes to say to the twins: “Yes, I heard you the first time!” but she decides this is not a good idea and that a simple eye roll will suffice.
Thankfully the weather was making way for spring, and Merida rolls her shoulders as the sun begins to warm her cold skin. She closes her eyes momentarily, stretching beneath the warmth of the sun’s rays. Eyes still closed, she nods absently. “Alright,” she finally says, inhaling deeply and exhaling with a huge sigh, opening her eyes to gaze curiously at the purple and black sisters before her. “You got any preferences? Seems like you girls would like a challenge.” Merida eyes them inquisitively, knowing that they most likely wouldn’t settle for some sickly creature found hiding in the roots of the nearby forest – chances are, they’ve already tortured a poor soul that fits that description. She wonders briefly if they specifically wished for another horse, which Merida pretends doesn’t bother her, or if something that could possibly hurt them in return (a carnivore?) would be more enticing to the mystical beings.
All the while Merida waits for a reply; her black ears are swiveling carefully and listening to the sounds around them, already hunting for a trail that she could follow. The smell of horse was the most overwhelming scent on the wind, but it was spring and other animals that have been hidden away for the winter were now out and about. Does with newly born fawns, wolves (she shudders here slightly at the thought) with young pups, badgers emerging from the depths of their damp holes – the possibilities were endless.
Merida continues to keep her eyes on the twins, hoping that they would not request an equine toy, but at the same time knowing that it would probably not be beyond them to ask for such a request – seeing as they were keen on messing with her if she fails.
“What can I call you two?” Here she dips her head slightly, figuring the twins would enjoy the amount of respect Merida was trying to give them (she was extremely good at playing along).
Merida snorts sharply, droplets of water flying from her wide nostrils as she absentmindedly flicks her tail against her red-spotted haunch. Her gold eyes roll upwards slightly and part of her wishes to say to the twins: “Yes, I heard you the first time!” but she decides this is not a good idea and that a simple eye roll will suffice.
Thankfully the weather was making way for spring, and Merida rolls her shoulders as the sun begins to warm her cold skin. She closes her eyes momentarily, stretching beneath the warmth of the sun’s rays. Eyes still closed, she nods absently. “Alright,” she finally says, inhaling deeply and exhaling with a huge sigh, opening her eyes to gaze curiously at the purple and black sisters before her. “You got any preferences? Seems like you girls would like a challenge.” Merida eyes them inquisitively, knowing that they most likely wouldn’t settle for some sickly creature found hiding in the roots of the nearby forest – chances are, they’ve already tortured a poor soul that fits that description. She wonders briefly if they specifically wished for another horse, which Merida pretends doesn’t bother her, or if something that could possibly hurt them in return (a carnivore?) would be more enticing to the mystical beings.
All the while Merida waits for a reply; her black ears are swiveling carefully and listening to the sounds around them, already hunting for a trail that she could follow. The smell of horse was the most overwhelming scent on the wind, but it was spring and other animals that have been hidden away for the winter were now out and about. Does with newly born fawns, wolves (she shudders here slightly at the thought) with young pups, badgers emerging from the depths of their damp holes – the possibilities were endless.
Merida continues to keep her eyes on the twins, hoping that they would not request an equine toy, but at the same time knowing that it would probably not be beyond them to ask for such a request – seeing as they were keen on messing with her if she fails.
“What can I call you two?” Here she dips her head slightly, figuring the twins would enjoy the amount of respect Merida was trying to give them (she was extremely good at playing along).