Her harks flicked as the sound of horned became apparent. With every step the equine took, she listened over the thumping of her blood on the forest floor. Her nerves kicked in as every step came closer, closer, until soon enough she could see a figure. Through the congress she stared, her heart in her throat as she looked upon no-one other, but Arcane. Hey harks flattened as he pushed himself through the vines, immediately mentioning her wounds with some kind of...fury? Proctectivness? She couldn't help but let a small smile longer on her velvets. She looked to him, the way he was so worried for her warned her heart, made it skip a beat. But no matter what, she could never tell him who did it... he would be mortified... but he just might under stand. She looked to the forest floor, her heart thumping in her throat as he stood just in front of her, questioning the sound upon her shoulder. Oh fuck, it hurts. She simply wanted to scream, lie on her good side (well somewhat good, anyways...) and die.
Slowly, she met his intense stare, with her own that was just add filled with emotion, but with pain, sorrow. Her nares flared, and she looked away, her voice hardly audible, but if Arcane truly cared, he would put an effort forth to hear her painful, rusty tones. "Just let me die." She looked back to him, eyes a blaze, her harks pinned. But she wasn't mad with him, no, she adored him, she was just mad at the world, and everything in it. Why can't expressing my feelings be as easy as singing? She took a deep, ragged breath, then MeMe decided it was the right time for her to voice her bitchy opinions. Useless kid. Her voice was strong... too strong. Too prominent and too hurtful. The cringe that racked the child was apparent.
"blah blah blah."
ABISHIA
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