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11-02-2013, 02:38 AM
Romani
Sweat coated her golden-red hide, sliding down from her spine and shoulders, marring the curves of her broad barrel with dark rivulets of perspiration. By the time that she arrived to her destination the sun was high in the sky, a grueling atmosphere for any wanderer during this relentlessly cruel summer. Still, she could not stave her journey to wait for it to cool down... Romani could only pray that her visit would not be met with ill-will from the residents of the Dragon's Throat. After all, she had come, uninvited and unnanounced, but... The Edge and the Throat were allies, were they not? She meant no them no harm.
No, right now, the once mighty warrior felt small and helpless, torn asunder between loyalty, regulation, confusion, and bitterness. She was seeking aid for this feeling within her chest, this feeling of pain and uncertainty unlike any she had felt before. This was worse than the time she had forgotten those that she loved, including... Him. Perhaps, in a dark spot within her mind which every follower of the Light had, Romani wished that she had never remembered him. Not now.
Such thoughts, however, filled the thick-built mare with guilt. If she had never remembered him, Jasiri would never have been born, and Romani loved her daughter dearly. Still... One could not help but wonder, and her desire to remain loyal to her family was blackened by the blatant realization that Xanthos was no longer the same stallion.
'He's changed... It's still him, but he's... Different now. What do I do?' Her mind repeated these words over and over during her voyage across the lands, crossing through the Thistle Meadow and skirting by the Heart during her south-wards adventure. Never before had she stepped hoof within the borders of the Dragon's Throat, nor had she even ventured by it... Save her trip to the Veins of the Gods, seasons ago, but even then she had given the desert land plenty of girth.
Still, as she grew closer to what she hoped were the borders of this respected herdland, Romani slowed her pace, hooves practically dragging and her chest heaving with every breath that she sucked into her lungs. The tendrils of the mare's mane hung in lanky bits around her neck, forelock practically sticking to her face and covering her once vibrant azure eyes, tail matted and poorly cared for... Indeed, Romani looked terrible, as though she had not rested for weeks.
Perhaps this was also true.
Finally, the wandering gypsy came to a halt, barrel heaving, her head lowered and the tip of her muzzle nearly touching the scorched earth. Never before had she felt so... Exhausted, even after child birth. A drink... It sounded lovely, but she would not blatantly ignore the borders of the Throat to fetch water to quench her thirst.
Roma looking for Levi?
The question caused a red ear to tip back, and unable to muster the strength to turn her head, Romani's diluted blue eye rolled back to spot the tigress who had spoken. Or, well, 'spoken' as well as she could, due to the fact that Kasai did not, physically, speak. Yet the words still flowed through Romani's frazzled mind, and Romani could only wheeze out a sigh as her verbal response.
'Yes, my dear... I should only hope that he comes soon. I am... Tiring.'
Her mind screamed for rest, for her to lay and cool down in a shady patch. Yet, until she found Levi, no rest would come her way.
@[Levi]
No, right now, the once mighty warrior felt small and helpless, torn asunder between loyalty, regulation, confusion, and bitterness. She was seeking aid for this feeling within her chest, this feeling of pain and uncertainty unlike any she had felt before. This was worse than the time she had forgotten those that she loved, including... Him. Perhaps, in a dark spot within her mind which every follower of the Light had, Romani wished that she had never remembered him. Not now.
Such thoughts, however, filled the thick-built mare with guilt. If she had never remembered him, Jasiri would never have been born, and Romani loved her daughter dearly. Still... One could not help but wonder, and her desire to remain loyal to her family was blackened by the blatant realization that Xanthos was no longer the same stallion.
'He's changed... It's still him, but he's... Different now. What do I do?' Her mind repeated these words over and over during her voyage across the lands, crossing through the Thistle Meadow and skirting by the Heart during her south-wards adventure. Never before had she stepped hoof within the borders of the Dragon's Throat, nor had she even ventured by it... Save her trip to the Veins of the Gods, seasons ago, but even then she had given the desert land plenty of girth.
Still, as she grew closer to what she hoped were the borders of this respected herdland, Romani slowed her pace, hooves practically dragging and her chest heaving with every breath that she sucked into her lungs. The tendrils of the mare's mane hung in lanky bits around her neck, forelock practically sticking to her face and covering her once vibrant azure eyes, tail matted and poorly cared for... Indeed, Romani looked terrible, as though she had not rested for weeks.
Perhaps this was also true.
Finally, the wandering gypsy came to a halt, barrel heaving, her head lowered and the tip of her muzzle nearly touching the scorched earth. Never before had she felt so... Exhausted, even after child birth. A drink... It sounded lovely, but she would not blatantly ignore the borders of the Throat to fetch water to quench her thirst.
Roma looking for Levi?
The question caused a red ear to tip back, and unable to muster the strength to turn her head, Romani's diluted blue eye rolled back to spot the tigress who had spoken. Or, well, 'spoken' as well as she could, due to the fact that Kasai did not, physically, speak. Yet the words still flowed through Romani's frazzled mind, and Romani could only wheeze out a sigh as her verbal response.
'Yes, my dear... I should only hope that he comes soon. I am... Tiring.'
Her mind screamed for rest, for her to lay and cool down in a shady patch. Yet, until she found Levi, no rest would come her way.
@[Levi]
The True Soldier Fights Not Because
He Hates What is in Front of Him,
But Because he Loves What is Behind Him.
