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I've Got This Feeling. [ESCAPE, psyche] - Angora - 03-25-2013 It was time to leave. Maybe it was the wind that whipped her mane. Maybe it had been the snow that drenched her blood matted coat. It could even possibly be the adrenaline that coursed her veins. The easy lope that was muffled from the snow. Quite, it was easy, but she stuck out. Luckily it was the dead of night and not many scurried. Everyone here knew only horned were allowed. Angora had made a makeshift stick horn that looked real from far, but that was only to cross where she thought horses would've been, but now, she tossed her head and it left. She was willingly ready to have a horn for herself if it meant getting out. She knew it was impossible, but it could be some sort of fake one? Speeding up, she went full force. Taking short breaths and keeping her cadence up. Her thin form going much faster than ever thought. A little sedation, maybe a few hard kicks, and why not throw in a good body slam. Her consequences were adding up. If only she had wings. It'd be so easy to fly away, and what could reach her? Not much. Just the few flying companions. Her guilty conscience hardened as she plowed her way to the main border leading to the rest of Helovia. FREEDOM. So foreign. She longed for it. Taking a lusty glance at the scenery she would wait for the challenge that came. She was usually peaceful, but she had been a martyr and when horses found out of her peacefulness, she would be hunted. She dreaded that. She would fight back this time. She would tear jugulars out of throats for freedom. Maybe Pysche the Dark Shit would let her go. Maybe, just maybe. RE: I've Got This Feeling. [ESCAPE, psyche] - Psyche - 03-28-2013
RE: I've Got This Feeling. [ESCAPE, psyche] - Angora - 03-31-2013 There was a deep horrendous roar that racketed in her ears. The beast curled it's tongue. It's voice creating a deep fear that settled like a bomb in her stomach. It's voice wasn't smooth to her. It was cracked and firey. She could feel it gripping her bode as it flung her across the snow. Her voice. Her voice had this effect. Angora couldn't stand it. She was the devil and Angora was caught by her. Forced to be idle in this cold wasteland. She ran frantically, scrabbling away from the monster in pure desperation. Frost flowered in her tracks, her breath clouding in the cold air of this place. She knew no names of the horses hear. This ebonite jackal was nameless along with the stallion who had originally caught her. It was now very late in the night and there was no doubt in her mind Pysche would have severe trouble seeing her, especially at a full out gallop. A smile curled on her lips as she saw it. Where the imaginary border was. Faster was all she thought of. Faster. Faster. Faster. She felt completely not there. She felt as though her body was escaping, but her soul was home in the wilds... away from here. These god damn horses held her hostage, why? I have to get the fuck away.. Her thought circled. Her body had sweat beading on it. Despite the cold she could sweat? What? Everything was opposite here. Racism equals bad, horns equal racism, unicorns mean horns, but only know had she saw all the connections. Crowley, Totem, Tolio, Arah? They were all basin at one point, and whether they were still her or not was unknown. She had messed with all of them, which, yes, was wrong, but still. She liked horns. They were oddities and unique. Cool! Angora enjoyed getting things she couldn't have. The things that were so out of reach she just.. wanted. "No where, Bitch. Mind you own business. You aren't worth my time anymore." She mocked every inch of the jackal's voice. Still, it was barely a a voice there. Her throat dry from the cold air. Freedom. |