08-16-2016, 08:17 PM
Looking behind herself, a cold, cruel face looks down, with fire licking his pelt and his eyes showing nothing in the realm of warmth as his hooves come down on her small, weak, newling form and she crumples, her spine broken, paralyzed. Her eyes lose focus, blackness spreading, and her spirit reaches for the gentle, welcoming light as she falls into death's hooves.
Still partially asleep, the ending of the nightmare, she jerks as a voice reaches her senses. She jumps a few steps forward, stumbles, and nearly falls. Brilliant. Way to impress a male, stumbling and jumping about liks that. Memento thinks, steeling herself and turning towards the voice, now steady on her feet as best she can be. He is filling out, she notices, despite seeming very young. Perhaps it's his breeding that does it, as she is from a more lithe lineage and does not have a large frame. Whilst noting that, she does have 'sprung ribs' meaning they bend outwards versus lying flat, giving her a larger lung expansion and larger barrel for shoving.
Her brain is already thinking like a Warrioress' should, how capable she is and how strong she can be for her family and kingdom. "I'm.. I'm okay. Just.. A dream I was having. I'm fine. Nothing to worry about." She says, showing him she is fine and dandy and that she doesn't need help. A Warrioress shouldn't be thinking about having others help her, giving such a weak impression upon others. Where would that get her? Being a broodmare and having foals every season! Not a future I desire. Her ears flick back for a moment as she thinks about that, her eyes showing she is deep in thought. Her red and orange fiery mane flickers, a gentle breeze shifting her small forelock to lie just above her eye, and she absentmindedly flicks her tail, sending a few sparks out which die on the breeze.
@[Zythan] Haha she's like her mother, sassy if asked how she's doing and not very welcome to help.
Still partially asleep, the ending of the nightmare, she jerks as a voice reaches her senses. She jumps a few steps forward, stumbles, and nearly falls. Brilliant. Way to impress a male, stumbling and jumping about liks that. Memento thinks, steeling herself and turning towards the voice, now steady on her feet as best she can be. He is filling out, she notices, despite seeming very young. Perhaps it's his breeding that does it, as she is from a more lithe lineage and does not have a large frame. Whilst noting that, she does have 'sprung ribs' meaning they bend outwards versus lying flat, giving her a larger lung expansion and larger barrel for shoving.
Her brain is already thinking like a Warrioress' should, how capable she is and how strong she can be for her family and kingdom. "I'm.. I'm okay. Just.. A dream I was having. I'm fine. Nothing to worry about." She says, showing him she is fine and dandy and that she doesn't need help. A Warrioress shouldn't be thinking about having others help her, giving such a weak impression upon others. Where would that get her? Being a broodmare and having foals every season! Not a future I desire. Her ears flick back for a moment as she thinks about that, her eyes showing she is deep in thought. Her red and orange fiery mane flickers, a gentle breeze shifting her small forelock to lie just above her eye, and she absentmindedly flicks her tail, sending a few sparks out which die on the breeze.
@[Zythan] Haha she's like her mother, sassy if asked how she's doing and not very welcome to help.