I never knew daylight could be so violentHealed in body but not anywhere else, the nameless mare continues to wander - hoping that something, somewhere, in this land will jump out at her and remind her of the life she led here. Her gut tells her to avoid the horses that populate this place like fleas but her heart says that any of the new faces she sees might end up being a family member. Might be a bridge across the hollow gap her lost memories have left in her. So she forces herself to linger in the areas where they seem to linger.
So she sticks around in the forest even after night has come - she’s become accustomed to a nocturnal life and, though her eyesight in this shape isn’t as great as it was in the other. It’s good enough to see the flash of light up ahead through the trees, and though she’s momentarily curious and moves forward a few paces, before she can decide whether she wants to go investigate a flash of movement and the snapping of a branch grab her attention. The mare’s head whips in that direction, the hunter-killer instinct of her old life still coursing through her veins and her mind. Her stomach growls gently at the sight of a deer and the instinct makes her feel a hot flush of shame - followed quickly by anger.
She’s not a lion any more.
She’s still tempted to shift back, even though being in this winged form is like having fresh air for the first time in her life. It feels right.
She just wish that it didn’t.
As she shifts her attention away from the deer, and continues forward, she realizes that there’s someone else in the forest nearby. An antlered stallion that she almost mistakes for another, giant, deer before he comes into focus. She freezes, feeling rather dumb for having wandered to within a dozen feet of another horse without even realizing it because she was distracted by the non-meal of the deer and her own ridiculous thoughts.
It’s hard to tell in the dim light, but she doesn’t feel a spark of recognition when she looks at him so her voice is bitter and disinterested when she speaks. “Hello.” She only says it out of obligation, because they’ve happened to be in the same spot, and she’s already thinking about how she should have just walked away.
VASTRA
kastiel x nazaire, wanderer |
@[brigade]
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