04-12-2017, 05:41 PM
It is by pure chance that Merida has come across the Hills. Maybe it wasn’t chance, though. Maybe something actually led her here. Call it intuition or fate – either way, the black mare, flecked with tiny spots of fiery red, finds herself perched atop a rolling hill, staring down at a new land that she hasn’t explored yet.
She had been getting quite tired of the meadow and all the memories that she had there (however short-lived her residence was). The image of the hauntingly peculiar twins, Virus and Venom, still cling to her mind. The thought of them causes her muscled flesh to twitch as a shiver rolls up her spine. They may have saved her life (or maybe they spared it?), but the typically kind-hearted yet strong spirited mare was forced to do something she had never thought she would do. Merida tosses her head with an aggressive snort to rid them from her mind, but she knows they will linger there for a long while.
Electric red tendrils of mane and forelock fall gently against her ebony skin as her brilliant green eyes stare out at the rolling hills before her. Scent of other equine fill her nostrils, and though the land seems quite barren when it came to residents, Merida knew that some would be lurking nearby. She’s unsure if she wishes to continue venturing into the unknown area, which makes her angry. She’s never hesitated before, why should she now?
She waits, though not patiently (she’s never been patient). Merida also has never been one to stay in one place for long, but her encounter in the meadow has slightly changed her disposition. She wouldn’t say that she needed a ‘family’, as some would call it. But she needed protection – she needed loyalty.
Especially if those twins (or their family) ever get their grasp on her again.
Merida shudders at the thought.
She had been getting quite tired of the meadow and all the memories that she had there (however short-lived her residence was). The image of the hauntingly peculiar twins, Virus and Venom, still cling to her mind. The thought of them causes her muscled flesh to twitch as a shiver rolls up her spine. They may have saved her life (or maybe they spared it?), but the typically kind-hearted yet strong spirited mare was forced to do something she had never thought she would do. Merida tosses her head with an aggressive snort to rid them from her mind, but she knows they will linger there for a long while.
Electric red tendrils of mane and forelock fall gently against her ebony skin as her brilliant green eyes stare out at the rolling hills before her. Scent of other equine fill her nostrils, and though the land seems quite barren when it came to residents, Merida knew that some would be lurking nearby. She’s unsure if she wishes to continue venturing into the unknown area, which makes her angry. She’s never hesitated before, why should she now?
She waits, though not patiently (she’s never been patient). Merida also has never been one to stay in one place for long, but her encounter in the meadow has slightly changed her disposition. She wouldn’t say that she needed a ‘family’, as some would call it. But she needed protection – she needed loyalty.
Especially if those twins (or their family) ever get their grasp on her again.
Merida shudders at the thought.