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finally moving » completed. - Hannelore - 02-26-2014 HANNELORE I'm a space-bound rocket ship & your heart is the moon. "Hannelore! Fucking MOVE!" "DUMMY, move your damn feet! You're gonna get your ass killed if you don't MOVE!" "Hurry up! Follow me, dummy! Jeez!" "What the fuck were you thinking? Are you literally trying to get yourself killed? Next time just - for once- listen to me! I can't believe I can scream at you for 10 minutes and you still wouldn't move! I guess if you fucking died, good riddance. I wouldn't ever have to yell again. I should have just dumped your ass and let you die. Fed you as a snack to that damn bear." Eyelids flitted open quickly, shaking off the stomach ache caused by the nightmare. The body of a small filly, rose grey, was curled up under a tree. Even out of the cold, thick snow, her small body quivered. What was this? Was this real? A young filly shouldn't be alone, shouldn't be so fucking cold. The taste of bile rose up in her throat and she swallowed hard. Standing shakily to her hooves, she had to suck back the tears and vomit from emerging. She was still just sick and hurt. The sting of rejection ran deep and she wondered for a minute if she would ever trust anyone normally again. She shook her thin head, fuck that. She would be stronger than ever and she wouldn't let this tear her down. She stood quietly and examined the shelter she had blindly picked the night before. It was morning now and she could actually see and from what she could see under the large tree - she picked a good spot. She wasn't totally stupid after all! A small grin tugged at the corners of her chapped lips and she tossed her head. She was proud of her shelter pick! She did it by herself. At the sound of snow falling from a nearby tree, she snorted and leaned her ears forward. Okay, so it did startle her a tad bit. So what. She lowered her nose to the snowy border of the tree's shelter and peered out. She couldn't see anything threatening. She pushed the snowy branches out of her way and stepped out into the snow-covered world. It was so cold and she quivered lightly. She was too busy thinking about how cold it was to even bother with sniffing the air for any potential dangers or stranger horses. The rumble of her stomach interrupted her shivering and she realized that she needed to find something to eat and stat. She was weak from her long walk the day before and she had missed a meal or two. Hannelore had learned from personal experience on how to dig past the snow to the greens preserved below and it was something she was proud about. Some horses would rather starve than take time to think of what to do but not her. She raised her legs and stepped carefully through the thick snow and finally found a flat spot she decided would suit her fine. She stepped around and rustled the snow up to make it soft before she balanced herself and started to dig lightly. Finally. Food. She looked around carefully before lowering her head and finally grazing. She ate quickly which required her to dig quickly to keep up with her pace. Just so busy eating... ooc; I understand horses can't vomit. I'm sorry. It fit. :) RE: finally moving » open. - Note - 02-26-2014
RE: finally moving » open. - Hannelore - 02-27-2014 HANNELORE This quote will always be in upper case. Munch, munch, munch.. That's all the rosy yearling could hear, she wasn't bothering to look up, and she definitely was too busy using her plush nose to move snow out of her way to smell anything. Foolish! Her recent lack of meals made her just so hungry, that eating was all she could focus on. She felt joy in her heart simply by this action she was currently lucky to be doing. And suddenly... Was that footsteps in the snow? She paused but kept her position, face in the snow. Swiveling her ears, she tried to listen for anything. Either there wasn't foot steps in the snow or the creature had stopped. Still, she didn't bother raising her head and was just about to open to her mouth to eat again when a voice spoke out to her. "Hey there, I'm Note and this is my bonded, Sabel,"..."Could we be of any assistance to you?" the voice softly spoke. The filly, completely off guard, took a giant leap to the left, softly squealing as she did. She struggled to keep her already weak legs under her and she lost her footing in the wet snow. Down she went. She surprised herself by how quickly she got right back up on her hooves again and she faced the stallion squarely. Her sides heaved, allowing to catch her breath and with every breath in, the scent of the stallion in front of her filled her senses. She reeled for a moment and gained a small bit of relaxation and this shocked her a little bit. The stallion seemed to calm her and for a moment, her little beady eyes looked him over, pleased with what she seen. She lowered her head at the sight of two new things she had never seen before: wings and a predator cat. Adrenaline ran through her body and numbed her legs. Or was it the cold air? She wasn't sure. She raised her head and flared her nostrils, taking in the stallion's scent fully. It was musky and something in her stirred. She swallowed hard, trying to regain composer. "I... I... um.. well, I.." She paused for a moment and licked her lips. At this point, the filly fully realized she was shivering so bad she could barely speak correctly. She looked around and sighed heavily. "I'm slightly lost... I must have taken a wrong turn somewhere," she finally spoke with a thick German accent. It was a lie. How could she be honest? She had been chased from her herd and she had no idea where the hell she was going. Her voice didn't quiver, however, it was soft. Growing up with the sire that she did, she had learned to respect stallions or be pummeled into the ground. She swallowed again and tried to quit shaking so hard. I'm probably just cold, seriously, she mused to herself. But if she was really be honest with herself, she was practically terrified of what was going to happen to her. There was a predator cat standing no more than a few feet from where she was. There was a stallion with WINGS. It was all new to her. Still, her beady little eyes kept looking the stallion over. There was still something stirring in her and the foal in her just longed to cuddle up to him. She licked her lips again and her eyes fell on the cat curiously. ooc; n'a RE: finally moving » open. - Note - 02-27-2014
RE: finally moving » open. - Hannelore - 02-27-2014 HANNELORE I'm a space bound rocket ship & your heart is the moon. The yearling noticed his look of "yeah, right" and felt her body temperature rise, blushing if she could. She slowly looked down, her eyes welling up a bit. She was rather embarrassed and felt ashamed almost. As he slowly moved toward her, she felt her heart race a little quicker. She watched his wings extend as he moved closer. When he stopped about a foot away from her, she looked up into his eyes. They were sharp green, like hers. She smiled and felt her temperature return back to normal, the blushing had stopped. And she was reminded of how cold it was again and she shivered. As the stallion, Note, spoke to her in the voice that she found so soothing, the urge to smile teased her but she refrained. Up until the small laugh accompanied the last words of his sentence! A small smile shaped her lips and she glanced down again as she felt her temperature rise once more. Her heart skipped a small beat when she caught herself thinking about him leave her. As he spoke again, she looked quickly back up to his eyes, the smile still on her lips. "Or you can stick with me," he spoke. Something in her stirred and she was, what, excited? She stared into the stallion's eyes for a moment, her mouth falling a little open. As soon as he extended his wing toward her, she leaned back, slightly nervous about his large wing. But as she realized he was extending it to her, excitement rose in her chest again and she smiled up at him. She took a small step toward Note and extended her head out toward his chest and nuzzled him as to say "thank you". She trudged through the thick snow toward his side, the side with the wing extended. She raised her head up and ran her plush nose along his soft feathers, exploring their texture. Not knowing the boundaries or anatomy of a horse's wing (pegasus's wing), she quickly lowered her nose, suddenly afraid she would damage the seemingly delicate appendage. She moved her rump over, side stepping to line up, side to side. The feeling of his large, warm side against her frail, small side was shocking to her and she secretly enjoyed it more than she probably should have. She smiled even bigger and nuzzled her small head into Note's warm shoulder. She felt much better; safe, warm.. happy. She sighed heavily, feeling weightless. "Thank you so much, Note..." Her voice was soft and gentle, much prettier than her cold, shaky words before. As she settled into his side, she felt the rumble of the stallion's words as he spoke. She felt surprisingly at ease with Note, she had even forgotten all about the cat, Sabel, and for a minute she wondered why she felt so comforted by a stranger stallion. But he wanted to know her name. What was so important about a name? Was it really that big of a deal? It's not like the stallion would know her history just by a silly name. She thought for a moment, seriously considering lying and presenting him with a fake name. She swallowed, knowing she wasn't good at lying in the first place. The smile slowly disappeared. "My name is Hannelore." Her voice tone changed a bit, sounding ashamed of her name. After all, it was the name her mother gave her. She sniffled softly and snuggled back into his shoulder, forgetting the cold world around her. ooc; Yay, this is so fun! :) RE: finally moving » open. - Note - 02-27-2014
RE: finally moving » open. - Hannelore - 02-27-2014 HANNELORE I'm a space bound rocket ship & your heart is the moon. Hannelore was taking in every second of the warmth and comfort she could. It was heaven, being so close to Note, under his wing. It was the best she had felt in, well, ever. At the realization that this was the best she had been treated by anyone, her eyes opened and she was distracted by thoughts of her past. She was suddenly saddened by her own thoughts but was brought back to the moment when Note's sweet voice broke through. She looked up in time to see his smile and mirrored it, smiling sweetly."Hanne... I like it," she mused. The shortened version of her name sounded good to her, made her even feel like it was an entirely new name. Of course, her history would always haunt her but right now, she was in the moment with Note. She had never had a nickname before if you didn't count dumbass and bitch. She smiled again and chuckled, nuzzling back into his shoulder. The scent of the pretty cat wafted into Hanne's senses and she lowered her head to watch the cat. It's eyes.. sightless? She was curious but she raised her head back up to gaze at Note as he spoke again. "Let's go, shall we?" She sighed softly, she was happy that she was leaving safely and this time - she actually had a destination. And with a stallion! The sense of joy, excitement, and warmth gave her a new-found sense of strength. She huffed air through her nostrils, bumped Note softly on the chest, and darted as best as she could out into the snow. The snow was still thick in the late morning it had turned into and she could barely jump around as she had originally wanted. This tired her quickly and her thin sides heaved heavily. She turned back around to face Note and gazed into his eyes and a small chuckle slipped through her smiling lips. Was this happiness or was this barely just the beginning? She shook her head and trudged back through the snow to Note's side again. She tugged at his mane playfully, "so, where to?" ooc; Sounds good! So excited! :) Sorryy my post seemed short. o.o |