Red circles painted around the chestnut and white mare's nares flared in time as she sucked more and more of the much needed oxygen into her lungs. That run had nearly killed her and the fact that her normally fairly decent looking pelt was soaked in sweat, causing her flaxen mane to stick in random spots to her thickly muscled boa, gave the fact that her breeding wasn't made for running at that speed for such a long distance away. Coughing once the pink eyed mare placed her damp skull against the cool wall once again in efforts to pull herself back together entirely before one of the monsters decided to make a grand entrace...or worse, one of the equine who had made this place their home currently.
Much to the paint's dismay it didn't take long before the familiar sound of hooves hitting the stone ground was bouncing off of the walls to assault her back flicked harks with a strength she wasn't quite prepared for. The sound seemed quite amplified in the small passageway, the exact passageway that she had hoped to be occupying all on her own for at least a few more moments. But of course, as the gods would have it, this just wasn't her day. Not at all. As the sound grew closer the mare allowed a groan to flow from her throat as she took a weary step away from her cool wall, firey harks remained pinned back against her skull as they almost always were for her. It was nearly a trade mark if someone were to really think about it, the painted mare nearly never had her harks forwards or even relaxed unless she was in a really good mood. Something that as of late Cheveyo could honestly say she was never in. It was at this point that the sound of one clearing it's throat came barreling towards her, as if whoever the intruder was hadn't already made their presence known enough with their loud stomps in the hallway.
"Well. Look at what the cat dragged in." She could almost feel the surprise in the familiar voice as they drifted easily through the air, peeling back her ivory lids to reveal oddly pink eyes she looked upon the contrasting pelt of one of her fellow warriors. Alleo, he was a handsome stallion she would give him that, but at times she thought he opened his mouth a little too much for his own good. Nodding slightly in a greeting the mare realized her waste of energy in that movement was exactly that, a waste, the stallion's pale pools had drifted away from her and up towards the opening she had just slid through not too long ago. Snorting softly the mare rolled her tongue against the ridged roof of her mouth allowing the saliva to coat her once dry mouth before even attempting words. "It's getting worse out there." As much as the words pained her, it was the truth, the world they had once known was slowly being devoured by the creatures of the dead.
"What made you finally come to your senses?" As the baritones loosed themselves from his dark velvets his pools tore away from the opening of light to look at her once more. Shifting uncomfortably under his sudden gaze and the question she knew she was going to have to answer, the painted mare turned so she was facing the two toned stallion face on, worry danced across her features as her lungs expanded to their fullest capacity so she could force the next few words out. "Our home is no more." Swallowing hard the mare looked at the stallion sadly, he knew how very difficult it was for her to have left and find them. How hard it was to admit defeat against these monsters that were tearing Helovia limb from limb, but here she stood all in one piece physically while a number of her herd mates...former herd mates were out there ravaging the lands looking for any so unlucky to be uninfected and out in the open. Fidgeting uncomfortably once more the mare adverted her pools from the stallion's pale ones before asking a question that had been digging at the back of her skull since everyone but her had left the Foothills. "Did everyone make it?" Cheveyo couldn't help but hold her breath as she waited for the answer, preparing her mind to find out the worse but hoping and praying to every god she could think of that everyone would be just around the bend as chatty and happy as usual.



"Speech"
[Tag: @[Alleo] & @[Rasta] & open :3]
[Words: -8-0-7]
[Muse: Kacey Musgraves]
[Notes: -pets- I love her. <3]