Bleeding Hearts

[PRIVATE] Bleeding Hearts

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Outcast atk: 3.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 7

Mare :: Equine :: 15.4 :: 7 HP: 67 | Buff: NOVICE

Hikari :: Common Kitsune :: Fire nickel

11-23-2014, 01:49 AM (This post was last modified: 11-23-2014, 01:53 AM by Brisa.)

If Love Were Food, I Would Have Starved On The Bones You Gave Me.” .

Returning to the ocean had not been a thought that had come to her often over the last couple months. So much pleasure used to come from this place at one point in her life what had ever happened to tarnish such memories? Life was what had happened to change things from a form of comfort into an object of fear, loss and resentment. The salty air and the silent lull of the waves lapping over the beach had brought her moments of happiness when everything else in her world was dark. Fear had come from everything else but never from this yet the last two years had changed her in more way than one. Her journey had brought her to stand upon the point where earth turned to water and dirt to sand. Standing with her front hooves inches from the ledge she watched the water slap noisily against the stone barricade that blocked its way a number of feet below her.

Bowing her head to the wind that blew all around she closed her eyes and made herself listen. Listen to all that she had lost, for what she had gained and for the things she had yet to realize. Nothing was the same and her heart bore those scars visibly as the cracks widened with each additional blow. Her parents, her family, her friends, her children... all were lost to her if not by death by distance. Where was she to turn when everything now brought pain? The first year that she had come to this new land she had thought it would be her second chance to try again and start over. She had been forced to face everything that had happened in the past to try and come to terms with it. The tears, the pain, the beatings, the horrors each came with their own demons. Still to this day she carried many of them with her unable to rid herself of the memories that haunted her dreams. Last night had been the first time in almost a year that the nightmares had returned. She had woken in a cold sweat with tears streaming from her eyes and her breath coming in short gasps. Running had been her escape back then to try and save herself from being forced into unspeakable acts by her attackers. Her body clung to the old habit sending her forward into a blind panic. The next thing she had come to realize was that she stood here overlooking the grey waters with stormclouds overhead.

It was time for her to face this fear that watching her friend perish had ingrained in her head. She needed to take back something that helped her to cope with everything else and the only way to do that scared the living crap outta her... Jump.

The moment that her hooves left the earth she regretted the decision as fear gripped her tightly as she fell towards the water. The only thought she could hope for is that there would be no rocks to break her fall. She did not want to die like her friend had she wanted only to break free of the paralyzing fear. Keeping her eyes shut tight her body plunged into the icy water shocking her system into a stunned immobility as her brain struggled to process things. She could feel herself sinking deeper into the depths before she finally managed to react and force her limbs to strike at the water propelling herself towards the surface. The moment her head broke the surface she struggled to take in a breath between chattering teeth so her burning lungs could live again.

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Notes: Thought this would make it interesting xD

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