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Can't Go Home, Can't Stay Here - Mercy - 09-04-2013 Twigs broke and leaves rustled as a mare colored brown with white patches on her rump, stomach and legs stumbled from the forest that was on the edge of the small clearing. Her black mane floated wildly through the air behind her as she broke through and her black orbs took in her surroundings. Mercy shuddered softly and felt as her legs buckled beneath her. She plummeted to her knees. How long had she been wandering? A few hours? A day? A week? At this point she couldn't tell and wasn't quite sure that she had wanted too. As long as there was a massive amount of distance between her and her past she could allow herself to stop and rest. Water. If I can just make it to some water…. She let her thoughts wander as she searched the area for a stream or a pond. Any source of water would do. Her head was so heavy. Her legs were so tired. It became increasingly clear to her that even if she could locate water it was doubtful that she would make it to the source. She just needed to rest. She just needed to close her eyes and….. Fire! There was fire everywhere. To her left and right she could see horses in a frenzy trying to escape the flames as they licked their way across everything. They should have been far from here by now, but the attack had come sooner than they thought. Hooves breaking the earth, lightning striking the trees, her father screaming at her. RUN MERCY! RUN AND DON’T LOOK BACK! Her head shot up quickly. No, she couldn't just close her eyes. That was when the nightmares came. With a soft sigh she gathered her feet underneath her and, though she didn't think it possible, she stood. RE: Can't Go Home, Can't Stay Here - Kahlua - 09-07-2013
RE: Can't Go Home, Can't Stay Here - Mercy - 09-07-2013 A flash of fear danced across her eyes and the muscles in her powerful hind legs flexed in preparation to run before Mercy was able to stop and scold herself. Being one of the only survivors to escape her home she had to be strong. Her father had always told her that a collective people could only be as strong as their leader and though she was not in any position of power, she remembered the lesson well. Taking a breath and turning her eyes towards the stranger she raised her head just ever so slightly in an attempt to make herself look slightly less exhausted. If this stranger had not yet attacked her it was most likely that she was friend and not foe. The horse that stood before her was no doubt beautiful and Mercy lowered her head slightly in embarrassment of her appearance. Covered in a mix of dirt, sweat, and blood she felt inferior to this Kahlua. “Hello, my name is Mercy,” she said as she dropped her neck into as graceful of a bow as she could manage given her physical condition. “I seek shelter. My home was lost in battle and barely any survived. We are now scattered with the four winds and I wish to start over. To forget.” She turned her eyes to the moon in contemplation. Did she really wish to forget? Or was it that she believed that she had to in order to survive. She turned her head back in the direction of the other female and reached a foot out to move closer to this possible new friend. Any friendly contact at this point was welcome. Mercy was the kind of horse who loved others. All the conflict, hatred and violence she had been thrown into recently was taking its toll on her. Apparently the attempted gesture was more than she could handle after the effort she put into her greeting bow, because her front legs buckled and she fell onto her knees. “I…I apologize,” she stammered quickly, “This night has been rough and my road long.” RE: Can't Go Home, Can't Stay Here - Kahlua - 09-08-2013
RE: Can't Go Home, Can't Stay Here - Mercy - 09-09-2013 Kahlua’s laugh reached her ears and for some reason that she didn't understand, her heart lightened. How long had it been since she had heard a laugh? So long that she probably couldn't remember if she actively tried to. Mercy closed her eyes as she felt Kahlua’s warm breath upon her and tears sprung to her eyes. She had kept herself from being vulnerable for so long that she decided to allow herself this small moment to grieve for what was lost and accept what had been given. “Thank you….”she whispered, attempting to reign the emotion in to a more manageable level. She was supposed to be a warrior, a protector of the innocent and yet here she sat feeling child-like and vulnerable under the gaze of this mare. She normally would have felt ashamed or embarrassed about these feelings, but instead she found comfort in them. She felt a strange connection to this mare that was born of both a strange understanding of the other and an intense need for companionship. Perhaps with this one she would allow herself to be more than mere acquaintances, perhaps they could even be friends. With battle imminent and chaos in her homeland, friends hadn't been a leisure that she was afforded for some time. Mercy began to gather her legs beneath her and with a slow, jagged movement and grunt of pain she found herself on her feet and swaying the short distance that stood between her and Kahlua. Landing softly against the side of the mare she let out a soft huff of accomplishment. “Strange…I can be strange,” she said with a small chuckle, “I think I would like to go to this World’s Edge, if there are more there like you I think I will be quite comfortable.” This was it, she thought to herself, this was what she had wanted since conflict had broken out between her father’s herd and their neighbors. This was a chance for her to do better, to do more than fight and kill. She was no killer, she had only done as she had been taught and expected to do for her people. She looked up at the moon as though she hadn't seen it before. Perhaps this was her chance to find out what family really was. RE: Can't Go Home, Can't Stay Here - Kahlua - 09-11-2013
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