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07-21-2014, 05:36 AM
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I'm dead in the water, still looking for ya'
Angelic. He was so sweet. Forever assuring her that she was one, regardless of what she dared to think. It didn't matter, though, for he was the angel to her - just as Africa, Soh, and Alleo were. It is his soft laugh which keeps her calm, and the feeling of his downy feathers against her hide which leave the thoughts of distress far gone. Angelic in nature is the young boy with wings. Comfort. Sweet coos escape the companion's mouth as she attempts to offer forms of comfort to the mare who cannot quite breathe in enough oxygen yet. Her form is weakening as she lays there, but she tries her hardest to keep it from showing. She does not wish to worry the two next to her - so she doesn't allow most of it to show. He says she does not need to ask for him to use one of his favors for her own child and she can only close her eyes. He cares too much for a mare far past the ability to heal completely. She had accepted her broken bones and weak body - and knew that her mind was about all she had left, no matter how… uncertain it may seem at times. Sill… he tried to comfort her. Stillness. He asks her to hold still. Whispered words, no where near commanding, but she listens. Gently, she presses her head against his shoulder, eyes falling shut as she concentrated on evening out her breathing. She does not tell him, that he tries too hard to make sure she is okay. She does not fight with his ideas, she simply lays in the calm. However, when he positions a crown upon her head, she shifts her weight and lets out a small wheeze meant to be a 'no'. But, before she can says he doesn't deserve it, he explains just what he gave her. A quiet blink of her eyes as her uneven breathing reemerges again, words coming out in a bit more of an awkward manner than before, "I don't deserve adornments," she whispered. Yes, she had been a queen once -a leader, but she was not now. There was no reason for it. Her delicate mind concentrates on the ground for a few moments before her blind eyes gaze back up toward him -dead, unable to focus, but in his direction. "Thank you…" she knew to be polite, but the itching of a punishment still lurked in the back edges of her skull. Stillness, it went away. Trembling. Her body is trembling, too weak to hold itself together after the spasms and dehydration from earlier. And, when coupled with the fear of drowning it doesn't know what else to do except tremble. It is his voice which pulls her back, though - at least mostly - from the images of the water rising up over her. The way it clawed at her, pulled her under, filled her lungs, her nostrils, her mouth. The sickening feeling of all of her senses going… away. He says he won't let her drown - says they won't go past her knees. But she can't be sure. Was this her punishment, for receiving something pretty? He said he'd be right there, that she could lay down once they were actually in it, and then he started to stand. Her body tried to mimic his, weak limbs trembling as she stubbornly stood - feeling it as her back cracked, emitting creaks and groans, all from the lack of having bent in such a fashion in a long time. She winces a little, used to it, fighting through the pain rather quickly before trudging forward, regardless of her trembling legs. Her head is high - afraid of the water reaching her nostrils, and her steps are uncertain. Her hooves reach out, one at time, and feel the ground in front of her before they actually place themselves down in the liquid that she is so afraid of. It is when the liquid gets to the top of her canon bone, though, that her hoof slips - unable to handle her weight from the trembling, uncertain motions when it would have been fine had she just walked normally. Her whole frame goes down, face first into the liquid and she can feel it as her world starts to collapse. Gods, don't let me drown, she pleads as she kicks out with her front legs, digging a deeper hole without realizing it but just managing to get her head above the water. Her lungs gasp for air as she snorts the liquid from the cavities in her face. Choked breaths can't emit words as she stands chest deep in the water on her front end, and barely hock deep on her hind end - all the sand having been kicked forward in her panic. The trembling doesn't stop. Panic. She tries to turn around in one motion, not but seconds after and leap forward. The way her frame lurched, though, only caused her to fall again. The soft sand unable to support her limbs when her mind cannot make out the ground well enough due to the sloppy vibrations with the water. Her thrashing is coating her in the wild waters of her nightmare's and she just cannot get out. She wants to scream - but is afraid to open her mouth and as she pushes again it only shoves the sand farther back and drags her under again. I'm going to die… She goes to breath in and swallows water until her clambering hooves yank her upwards again and she is now, only fetlocks deep in the liquid. Her trembling frame collapses, soaking wet as she snorts more of the water out of her nostrils. Choked sobs escape her mouth as she keeps her maw above the demonic liquid. No words, no nothing, just pinned ears, a sloppy mane, and a mare trapped in the only nightmare that's ever had a true hold on her. |
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Mystified, just spinning 'round in circles
Drowning in the silent screaming with nothing left to say
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Mystified, just spinning 'round in circles
Drowning in the silent screaming with nothing left to say
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