09-22-2019, 11:29 AM
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<center><div class="Wennycontain"><img class="Wennyimg" src="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ea/37/69/ea3769a9996075ca9173f6b7facc065a.jpg"><div class="Wennyname">Eurwen</div>
<div class="Wennyquote">the secret of walking on water<br>is knowing where the rocks lie</div><div class="Wennygrad"></div><div class="Wennytext">In feverish dreams, the pink-dotted female blinks at her conversation - no, discussion - partner. First, she’d thought she’d dreamt the shadow that fell over the younger mare’s face, the flat tone that she outed. But the words themselves sting just as much, though not as much as they should - dampened by a distance, a distance made or rock wall.
Eurwen scrutinizes the younger mare before her, but Ori changes. She becomes the image of the mare she looks like so much, yet as the spotted woman blinks, the image does not change. Is it better, she is asked, and that earns her a scornful, yet still feverish, look. ”You’re still you. The fact that you look the same as your mother doesn’t change one thing about that. I can feel your hate from here.” she spits out with almost a hateful tone. True to her core however, she only says that which she one hundred percent believes in. If that hurts little Ori’s petty self-proclaimed anger towards her mother, so be it. ”If you were really her, you would know how much this curing cost. That there is no easy way back to the way things were. You would understand that you wouldn’t exist without me killing the monster that ate her. You’d know the world was dying first, and now I am in its stead. But does anyone look for us? Does anyone look for those who helped cure by nearly dying? Of course they don’t. You guys thank the fairies, go back to your old lives and your stupid politics and wars, and don’t bother with the rest of us.”
She nearly screams - or would be if she hadn’t been so tired. Instead, she sounds hoarse, exhausted, as if perhaps a coughing fit is near. But she hadn’t coughed in a while - something that finally got cured during her time here. Her voice may not be what it once was, forever marked this way, much like a fervent smoker’s voice will always stay damaged. Not that Eurwen cares in this moment; all she cares about is that nonchalance and hate that Oriash carries with her, is wrong and Eurwen won’t stand for it.
”Go sort that stuff out with your mother, if you can find her. She might be dead for all I know.” The dirt-clad mare’s ears fall flat on her poll, and then she makes a sharp turn to walk away. Tries to, anyway; it looks as sluggish as one can imagine an exhausted horse to be, half-tripping over her own legs and losing her balance. But she pulls on the mountain’s rock beneath her feet to steady herself subconsciously; only a might tremor might be felt as Eurwen moves to get away from this ‘toxic environment’, as she dubs it.</div></div></center>
@[Oriash] I guess she left with sweet-little-Wenny?
Also I didn’t want to end this thread so Ori can feel free to still come after her or just talk; I imagine Eurwen only turns like maybe 90 degrees and took only one step at this point so she’s not out of earshot by far
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<div class="Wennyquote">the secret of walking on water<br>is knowing where the rocks lie</div><div class="Wennygrad"></div><div class="Wennytext">In feverish dreams, the pink-dotted female blinks at her conversation - no, discussion - partner. First, she’d thought she’d dreamt the shadow that fell over the younger mare’s face, the flat tone that she outed. But the words themselves sting just as much, though not as much as they should - dampened by a distance, a distance made or rock wall.
Eurwen scrutinizes the younger mare before her, but Ori changes. She becomes the image of the mare she looks like so much, yet as the spotted woman blinks, the image does not change. Is it better, she is asked, and that earns her a scornful, yet still feverish, look. ”You’re still you. The fact that you look the same as your mother doesn’t change one thing about that. I can feel your hate from here.” she spits out with almost a hateful tone. True to her core however, she only says that which she one hundred percent believes in. If that hurts little Ori’s petty self-proclaimed anger towards her mother, so be it. ”If you were really her, you would know how much this curing cost. That there is no easy way back to the way things were. You would understand that you wouldn’t exist without me killing the monster that ate her. You’d know the world was dying first, and now I am in its stead. But does anyone look for us? Does anyone look for those who helped cure by nearly dying? Of course they don’t. You guys thank the fairies, go back to your old lives and your stupid politics and wars, and don’t bother with the rest of us.”
She nearly screams - or would be if she hadn’t been so tired. Instead, she sounds hoarse, exhausted, as if perhaps a coughing fit is near. But she hadn’t coughed in a while - something that finally got cured during her time here. Her voice may not be what it once was, forever marked this way, much like a fervent smoker’s voice will always stay damaged. Not that Eurwen cares in this moment; all she cares about is that nonchalance and hate that Oriash carries with her, is wrong and Eurwen won’t stand for it.
”Go sort that stuff out with your mother, if you can find her. She might be dead for all I know.” The dirt-clad mare’s ears fall flat on her poll, and then she makes a sharp turn to walk away. Tries to, anyway; it looks as sluggish as one can imagine an exhausted horse to be, half-tripping over her own legs and losing her balance. But she pulls on the mountain’s rock beneath her feet to steady herself subconsciously; only a might tremor might be felt as Eurwen moves to get away from this ‘toxic environment’, as she dubs it.</div></div></center>
@[Oriash] I guess she left with sweet-little-Wenny?
Also I didn’t want to end this thread so Ori can feel free to still come after her or just talk; I imagine Eurwen only turns like maybe 90 degrees and took only one step at this point so she’s not out of earshot by far
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