11-02-2018, 10:32 PM
ashes, ashes,
we. all. fall. down.
Pangea is a boring place for a young girl. Nothing lives there but a tentacle-face lady and some Carnage-cult people. No little animals. Carnage is the one who told her to kill that red stallion, she knows that now. She also knows that she wore the man Rhonen’s blood like a badge on her pretty skin, until the winter wet had washed it away. Now she is just muddy, maybe stained a little rusty, but that could be her own blood too.
Leokadia’s nose drips a persistent red, half dried against her skin but running bright against her little pink muzzle. Her mane has dropped away and been left in tangled clumps through every bramble and tree from here to Pangea but the rest of her hair remains in it’s place--though it’s sweaty and matted in it’s winter length. She is still somehow vital, trotting on her long legs through the thin, undisturbed snow. Her life of early struggle has given her an unexpected fortitude. She is a small yearling, looks younger, feels older.
She hasn’t met another since leaving the risen kingdom, but she isn’t looking. Not for horses. Beqanna is sick, she’s seen the flagging mares and stallions. What else is stricken? What prey can she discover weakened by this curse. She is ill, and a fever polishes her light eyes into tumbled moonstone but she desires the thrill that came upon her when she bore down on Rhonen.
Along the edge of the meadow a buck digs and grazes. Lo pauses to watch him, his antlered head looks heavy. A girl at the slaughter had antlers like that. She blinks slowly watching the creature, it is stupid and skittish. It sees her and looks like it wants to run but instead walks quickly away and disappears into the trees. The filly snorts, listens and stares in the direction the thing went and then boredly continues her walk across the meadow. The heat of her own skin is becoming and aggravation and she takes only a few more steps before lying down in the slow and letting her bloodied nose drip a vibrant stain onto the pale ground.
Leokadia
OOC: Open to whatever, just want to get her out there. Come try to get infected. Come teach her to kill something. Or tell her how nice she looks without a mane. Or try to step on her head. Want to develop her more and embrace her sickness.