09-09-2020, 05:30 PM
Astra Daggenhardt
Unpleasant events seemed to linger around her like a cloud of rain; it had started with her finding herself in this strange land, unable to find her mother no matter where she'd looked, and now she'd traveled through gates she didn't even know had existed in the first place. Thrown first into death's hands by the dark stallion that seemed to be a god, and chased to the edge of the afterlife by a beast who wore her mother's kindness as its guise, and robbed of her own autonomous emotions through a gate that lead only to confusion and hunger. The beasts that had ripped her flesh had left scars in her mind and on her body, she had been shaken to the core and mauled by the abstract yet somehow she had been brought back, though maybe not entirely.
Though the rest of her emotions still seemed to be absent, fear ate away at the mare's mind like no other. Surrounded by voices who spoke so cruelly to her, and now haunted by the memories of the events that had taken place on the beach, she felt as there was no safety to be found anymore, there was no peace that could ever kill the war her mind waged on her, there was no escape from memory; however, there was shelter from the others that roamed this land, she could at least hide away from them - so she did.
Convinced that no one was to be trusted here, she slowly limped her way through the foliage, her body screaming at her with each step, and her legs nearly buckling underneath her from time to time as she maneuvered her way towards the sound of water. Sustaining herself had proven difficult since her return, having no interest in water anymore, and even less interest in the leaves and grasses that covered the island than she had before. Everything still seemed pointless, though at least now fear nagged at her to eat before she became weaker, fear reminded her that though she is immortal, she still must keep her strength somehow, and she would only grow weaker and easier to target if she did not make somewhat of an attempt to give her small body what it needed.
Once she reached the edge of the river, she finally let her legs give out and collapsed to the ground, letting out a small cry as her body hit the ground, still sore and scarred from the ordeal. The snow was cold but offered softness at least, and she desperately dug her delicate muzzle through the white blanket to weakly grab a few clumps of greenery. Chewing felt like a chore, but eventually she was able to swallow, sighing as she finished it. Energy seemed to still illude her, and she could no longer will herself to eat anymore, instead choosing to lay her head onto the soft, cold ground and lazily sip the river water that flowed past her soft pink nose, closing her eyes in relief as she did so. It felt nice right here for the time being, hidden somewhat by a nearby bush as well as the snow that matched her own pale coat, and plenty of cold water, with little to no noises aside from the occasional singing of distant birds. The white pegasus decided it was best to just remain here, hidden as she continued to slowly lap at the running water with her small tongue.
Though the rest of her emotions still seemed to be absent, fear ate away at the mare's mind like no other. Surrounded by voices who spoke so cruelly to her, and now haunted by the memories of the events that had taken place on the beach, she felt as there was no safety to be found anymore, there was no peace that could ever kill the war her mind waged on her, there was no escape from memory; however, there was shelter from the others that roamed this land, she could at least hide away from them - so she did.
Convinced that no one was to be trusted here, she slowly limped her way through the foliage, her body screaming at her with each step, and her legs nearly buckling underneath her from time to time as she maneuvered her way towards the sound of water. Sustaining herself had proven difficult since her return, having no interest in water anymore, and even less interest in the leaves and grasses that covered the island than she had before. Everything still seemed pointless, though at least now fear nagged at her to eat before she became weaker, fear reminded her that though she is immortal, she still must keep her strength somehow, and she would only grow weaker and easier to target if she did not make somewhat of an attempt to give her small body what it needed.
Once she reached the edge of the river, she finally let her legs give out and collapsed to the ground, letting out a small cry as her body hit the ground, still sore and scarred from the ordeal. The snow was cold but offered softness at least, and she desperately dug her delicate muzzle through the white blanket to weakly grab a few clumps of greenery. Chewing felt like a chore, but eventually she was able to swallow, sighing as she finished it. Energy seemed to still illude her, and she could no longer will herself to eat anymore, instead choosing to lay her head onto the soft, cold ground and lazily sip the river water that flowed past her soft pink nose, closing her eyes in relief as she did so. It felt nice right here for the time being, hidden somewhat by a nearby bush as well as the snow that matched her own pale coat, and plenty of cold water, with little to no noises aside from the occasional singing of distant birds. The white pegasus decided it was best to just remain here, hidden as she continued to slowly lap at the running water with her small tongue.
One life with one dream on repeat
@[Warden]