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Run rabbit run [Kri] - Official - 08-12-2012 Farynn February 25th, 2012 at 11:08am Darkness overcame her. Shadows darted over her, Farynn took to the skies, screaming in unison with the blood curdling cries of those who had been trapped. No one had foreseen this coming, especially her. It was odd knowing that she had no one to care for her anymore. No one. Her large wings beat as she moved and dipped in the skies, finally landing in a foreign land. The trees were like aliens, and she felt so utterly alone. Her head was lowered in a submissive, scared position as she cried out. She was still so young, barley a yearling in age. Kri the Resolute February 27th, 2012 12:13pm I hover above the trees, hoping to capture the attention of any Pegasus making their journey to Helovia. That is when I saw her. My blue eyes lock on to the whirling, graceless figure in flight, seemingly run forward by terror alone. If what Voltaic had told me was true, there was plenty reason to be terrified. With a quick flip of my wings, I launch forward, trying to close the gap between us before she dives into the ocean of trees below. When I am just about close enough to call out, though, the small frame drops like a stone into the tree tops. Mimicking her movement, I too head downward, trying to gauge where she would be on the ground below my line of vision. Breaking through the tree tops, I came out with a few twigs clinging to my feathered wings. Much more difficult for a full grown mare to slip through than the body of a yearling. Preening the areas carefully, I dislodge the unwanted members before I hear a shrill, broken cry. The cry of a lost child. My heart, which beat rather steadily again these days, almost stops at that familiar cry. Onni had also made a similar call to me in the chaos of the falling cliffs. Unable to answer her before a massive boulder separated us forever. Without thought, my hooves bring me into a fast trot in the direction of the call, blue eyes scanning frantically for that tiny body. In a mixture of trees and shrubs, there stood a girl, barely a yearling, all alone. Quietly, I walk toward the painted form with light eyes - so similar to my own daughter, were it not for the light wings on her back. “It’s alright,” I say, my voice a soft coo as I get close to her. “I will protect you.” Farynn March 1st, 2012 at 10:07am They're gone. They're gone. That was all she could think about. Everyone, their bloody screams, the mass confusion of those who tried to escape the wrath. Another whimper escaped her body as she moved forward. Suddenly, there was a mare before her. Farynn's eyes widened as she moved closer. She wanted to bolt, but at the very instant she moved closer, Farynn crumpled to the ground in front of the mare. Her matted coat was dull, and her eyes lacked any luster. "I just want to go home." She whimpered. Lying her head against the ground. It was the first time she had been able to stop in days. She was so utterly exhausted. "I just want to see my friends. I want my mom." Even though she knew her mother was dead, there was something comforting about thinking that she maybe was there. Kri the Resolute March 2nd, 2012 at 12:45pm The child’s eyes widened in fear, but mine soften in reply. Her small little form falls toward my own, landing on the ground, crushed before me by the weight of her fear - or loneliness. With a gentle muzzle, I reach down to touch her small shoulder, wishing to shield her from the pain of loss. Her words, though, give me little hope that I could manage such a thing. All of those who fled from Isilme would be forever changed, their home ripped from their hearts, displaced for the sake of survival. Some of them, though, still did not survive. Bending my knees, I slowly lower myself to the ground, covering the small frame with an extended wing. Such a small body would lose heat in this dreary winter on the ground. The words of a child cut through the space between us, clutching my heart and squeezing it tightly. I want my mom. Had my own daughter such a wish before her end? I look down at the crumpled form below my wing, my blue eyes warm, moist with the tears I was too proud to shed. “I am Kri,” I say, my name rolling off my lips in a calm manner, though a quavering of sadness was laying in the back of my throat. “I may not be your mother, but I will not fail you.” Such an empty promise, but I had every intention to keep it. Farynn March 7th, 2012 at 11:43am Her wing covered her painted body, and Farynn leaned into it with a relaxing sigh. It was the first time she'd felt safe and at home. Her quivering body began to relax as the mare spoke her name. Kri. The name was from there forth committed to memory. This mare had saved her from herself. Had she been left alone a moment longer her brain might have tore itself apart, and she could have been at the bottom of a trench somewhere. "I'm Farynn." She whispered finally. More of her shaking subsided. "Kri. Where am I supposed to go?" Her words were oddly hollow. Lacking any sort of emotion. It was a question she wondered about. Where was a girl like her supposed to go in a place like this? Kri the Resolute March 21st, 2012 at 2:38pm A nuzzle of the small warm body against my side is a relief. The child seems more comfortable there, underneath my extended wing and hugged against my frame. My face turns to look down at the young girl, her painted body strikingly similar to that of my lost daughter. Even the pale eyes which reach out to me, they sting my conscience; had she searched so desperately for me? The name uttered in that fragile voice reaches my heart, even before my brain registers the spoken word. I smile gentle, a tad sadly, as the corners of my mouth cannot fully uplift as they normally would. A sorry pair, we made, standing amidst the Threshold in a shroud of cold winter and pine trees. I listen carefully to her question, though I was saddened that there was no sure answer I could hand her. The Pegasus, a band of outcasts, had no solid home for such a child. The look in her eyes was hopeful, though, and I could not crush that thin life line. “You may come with me, Farynn,” I say, my voice a calm coo. “I will give you a home, well protected. Until then, I will keep you safe with my own strength.” |