The lady warrior didn't remember much about her parents. She had never met her father, just merely knew that he was a sperm donor...chosen for his speed and strength on the battle fields. There was no love in the relationship between her sire and dam, the breeding was a business move and not some kind of raw animalistic thing that many called love. Then there was her mother, she remembered her slightly, the image of her firey painted frame was foggy like the mornings by the waters. Cheveyo knew that he mother cared for her deeply, but when the time came for her training to begin the chestnut mare had given up her child willingly.
Occasionally the warrior painted with many colors wondered what her life would have been like if she had grown up with two doting parents. If she hadn't been weaned at such a young age to be able to begin the training that shaped her into who she was today, but most of this wondering was pushed aside fairly quickly as Cheveyo knew better than to wallow in the past. There was no point in mulling over what may have happened rather than looking forward to what the gods had in store for her future. Sighing the mare's chestnut harks swiveled slightly as she listened to the noise that the masses of bodies in the Sanctuary created, a light smile tugging at the corner of her soft pink kissers as she tuned out the ruckus and focused instead on the sound of her own peachy daggers hitting the stone ground beneath her.
The gentle echoing of the sound created by being alone for once was relaxing, and even though her muscles were contracting and relaxing as she was moving herself forward through the tunnels that would bring her to the place she had literally ran into the bay stallion with the flaming wings, but she would keep walking and Cheveyo could feel the stress and the headache slowly fading away into the comforting darkness. She wasn't entirely sure where she was headed through the dark tunnels once more, she wasn't even sure what her purpose was for wandering around there were better things she could be filling her time with. Or better yet, she could be doing her job and standing at the entrance, but as of late it seemed people were growing tired of seeing her oddly painted frame standing guard. Snorting softly the mare shook her skull, that was fine. She was growing quite tired of seeing the idiots anyway.
Being alone was much better.
The sweet isolation of being able to hear her own thoughts and her own hooves beat against the ground.
Everything about it was perfect.
Except for the fact that she could still feel the strange tingling sensation that the bay's flaming wings had left her with. Still feel the lynx's paw pressed against her leg as if she was being accepted into some kind of secret group. If she were to somehow bump into the stallion again, not literally this time, her day would be entirely made. Shaking her skull slightly the mare pushed all of the foolish thoughts from her mind. There was no way to tell if he would even want to see her again, he had nearly ran out of the Wall of History after she touched him. Focusing her pink pools forward the mare discovered that she infact had gotten herself lost in the midst of the thoughts of happiness flickering through her mind. It was unnerving how dark the air surrounding her was and a moment of panic flashed through her being as she could almost feel her lungs growing smaller with anxiety. Taking as deep of a breath as she could the mare forced her ivory dipped limbs forward, continuing down the tunnel into the darkness when suddenly a comforting orange-ish glow lit up about ten paces in front of her.
Pushing the fear to the backburners the lady warrior strode out into an extended trot that was oddly floaty for her build. Growing closer and closer to the light that she assumed was a fire of sorts, hope flickered deep in her belly that it might be the dusty stallion she yearned to see. As she reached the final few steps the mare slowed into and easy walk and her tongue clicked against the roof of her mouth in her usual nervous tick. Someone was in there, she could hear the shuffle of beings just unsure of what it was that was making the noises. The walls gave away to the light and it took a moment or two before her pupils would readjust themselves and she could see in the sudden light.
But once they did, Cheveyo couldn't fight the smile that pulled at the corners of her soft pink kissers as her eyes rested upon the slightly taller bay who's feline companion was resting on his back. "Hello there." Flicking her harks forward the mare's body language changed entirely as her normally cracked and underused lyrics purred out almost unnaturally.


"Words words words."

Tag;; @[Note]
Words;; Eight Hundred and Seventy
OOC;; this is partially recycled cause I couldn't get a good start to the post...oops.

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