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01-04-2014, 11:08 PM
Flames - they licked the walls tenderly, they turned to dust all that I adore I stumbled backwards, protecting the throbbing shoulder muscle from getting slammed with his head while he had his panic attack. I watched as his ears slid sideways. And he was blaming himself for something that was purely my fault. He took note of my signs on the bad memory. He asked if I did too as I poked at his side with the scars. Again, I nodded my head. Yes. Terrible memory. But his, he seemed completely out of it, backing away in fear and that was my fault - for bringing that all back up to the surface. I glued myself to his side, playing with a piece of his hair that was resting against his shoulder to try and comfort him just in case the memory was still lurking in the edges of his mind. He said that we all have bad memories and I bobbed my head. Yes, but some are worse than others... A frown yanked the corners of his maw down before he asked if a stallion had hurt me. A small frown mirrored on my face as my brows furrowed in confusion, trying to find a way to explain that it had not been one stag, but at least twenty over all of the years I had been walking and breathing. Slowly, carefully, I nodded my head once at the stallion portion. And then I give him a nudge before stamping my hoof. Five, ten, fifteen, twenty times. And then a flick of my ears back as I add in the last five, three of which I knew were more than likely still alive. Would he understand? Most likely not. He asks if the stag was alive still and I nod my head once more, slowly, before stamping my foot three times. Three are alive. Three could find me... if they left my old lands... I shift my weight, allowing my head to rest up against his shoulder, eyes closed. My muscles are tensed, trying to force the feelings from my mind and to avoid the memories that tried to break my soul, and shatter the wall I had built up to be so strong. |
