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ALIJA
Welcoming warm black was slowly creeping into brain taking over her steel eyes. The doe was slowly watching herself losing conscience as if she was a spirit watching above the scene. Already she was going through the list of herbs she would need to pull from her pouches to help bring her breath back. It would be futile though, there was no way an unconscious horse could do anything for anyone. Her last breath was leaving slowly like a snow melting or grass growing. Then the pressure was gone, gasping the purple doe drew air in to starving lunges. After what had seemed like ages the antlered mare could breath and think clearly. Her muscles relaxed, but were very sore and lose. Once the mare was able to lift her badger marked face she turned to her pouch and picked out Chamomile. Chewing slowly she tested her legs flexing them carefully before rocking to her feet. She staggered for a moment before steadying herself. Ignoring the others she turned to stallion passed out on the ground. Stretching her neck towards her right pouch she plucked more Chamomile out. Lowering her head to the stallion she checked his breathing before carefully trying to nudge the plant into his mouth then gently shoving his head to hopefully rouse him faster. As the grey stallion spoke Alija swiveled her thick neck to look at the three behind them. One mare she had not noticed was mostly concealed in the trees. Harks pricked to catch every word he was speaking before letting her warm voice bubble forth, "No I am sorry for interrupting. I understand how being startled by my appearance can bring forth trouble." Smiling softly her eyes heavy with sorrow she directed her attention to the golden filly. "I am very sorry miss. I will leave maybe one day we can meet on better terms." Inclining her antlered dome for a second she moved to leave, then paused, "My name is Alija, and both of us will be fine, do not worry I've given both of us Chamomile to ease the breathing and muscles." Rotating her neck once more the doe smiled warmly, there was no hard feelings within her kind heart. Keeping her limping under-control until she was out of sight, the sore unicorn limped towards home. "Speech 'Wonderings' Words: 386 OOC: @[Rostislav] The soul is healed by being with children |
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Please tag Alija! All magic and physical force is acceptable to any degree besides killing her.
