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

11-29-2014, 10:45 PM

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

Feeling the numbness slip over her thin frame it was near impossible to stop her body from shivering in its futile attempts to warm itself once more. All she had been thinking about when she had jumped was stopping the pain instead of the consequences that were inevitable to occur. Hypothermia was a decent possibility as was the chances of developing frostbite not that she really cared by this point in time. Her words had said that she was not ready to die yet was that truly what her mind had been thinking? Oh god, she didn't know the answer. What if she didn't care? What then?

As the torrent of words hit into her she recoiled backwards a step with her ears still pinned, though she wasn't sure if it was on purpose or if they had just frozen there. Everything was so confusing and made no sense. The nightmares... the latest events in her life... what did it all mean? She had not wanted to have anyone else involved in her screw ups yet here she was watching her friend pay for her stupidity. As if she didn't have enough problems as it was. "No one was supposed to be here! Why did you come, why couldn't you have just stayed away.." She had intended the words to be harsh but they seemed to turn into anything but after the first sentence. Still fuming from being yelled at she turned away not wanting to deal with any of this or face her own emotions. Managing to stumble a couple pained steps she stopped as another harsh cough ate away at her lungs. Dammit, stupid water you were not supposed to go down there!

Yes she had jumped but everything had made sense beforehand. It was to gain back control of one thing in her life yet somehow she had managed to just screw it all up yet again. Perhaps she was at peace with the ocean again but the shambles had not managed to reconnect themselves because of it. Honestly she had no clue what she was thinking anymore. "What the hell were you doing jumping off a cliff into the sea in WINTER?!" Shaking her head no words found her for telling the truth would be like explaining the meaning of life, downright impossible. Glancing back to the departing stallion that had rescued her from likely drowning she found herself angry but more at herself. If every inch of her body had not been frozen there would have likely been tears streaming down from her eyes for the second time tonight. Pushing her body forward once more she ambled down the beach with her head hanging low.

Shivering violently she tried to make her freezing muscles respond but there were times when she could not tell what part of her actually moved and what didn't. She was half tempted to turn around and go find Bucephalus but her wounded pride made her continue along stubbornly. Squinting against the wind she scanned the looming rock wall ahead looking for what she knew was here somewhere. Her first couple of nights here in Helovia she had found the small cave tucked in against the rocks if only she could find it again. Maybe she could get herself warmer if she could just get out of the wind. In her pained confusion it had totally slipped her mind that she had been gifted with fire magic for she had not used it since the day her twins had come into this world. She was afraid that it could hurt them accidently and being as she was she had not been willing to take the chance.

Feeling her legs stumble as she came upon a rather uneven patch of sand she barely kept herself on her feet. Please...where is it.. things were starting to get dark and the night would surely bring death if she couldn't get somewhere sheltered. Turning her head she looked up to finally see the entrance she had been looking for. Pulling her strength or what remained of it she took a step forward but stopped as her conscious bit at her frozen flesh. Bucephalus.. she couldn't leave him out here somehow she would have to find him. This was her fault and a death on her hooves was way too much to bear. Gathering what she could muster of her energy she cried out into the night praying that he would hear her. Lifting her foot stiffly she placed it down before dragging the other one forward to match it. She had to go back.. she couldn't let him die out there because of her.

"Speech"
@[Bucephalus]

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