White December

It all happened too fast for her to notice immediately. One minute she was sweetly talking to the lost lamb, the next the male was rushing towards her, anger plastered over his horned face. Looking around to see where he was aiming to, her eyes laid upon the looming cavern behind her. Eyes widened and she skittered backwards, hair on end as her teeth bared. Where on Earth did this come from? Oh, how terrified the poor girl must have been now, seeing her worst fear right before her eyes once again. Ears flattened against her skull she looked to the male, who was challenging the cave with confidence. He was quick to try and comfort the girl, wings spread protectively, and December couldn't help but admire him. Despite his early actions, he had redeemed himself in her eyes, and as she took a step back, her face returned to the paint, head lowered as she shied away to give her space.

How bad this must have looked to her, a cave appearing out of nowhere behind the one she had been the most scared of? Had the white one known that the culprit to the spontaneous cave was the hybrid's companion, she would have been livid. But, she hadn't seen all of the wonders of Helovia yet, and that included a handful of the companions that inhabited it. Swishing her tail against her hocks, her eyes looked to Hector in panic, wondering what exactly they were to do. Slowly her direction went back to the filly, voice soft and timid as she finally spoke,"He's right, nothing will harm you. I'm sorry that this was what you had to face." She backed away slowly, knowing now that she most likely had no chance that the filly would go with her. She was now the source of her fear, her terror, and there was no turning back now. She would be rejected, thrown away like trash like she always had been, looked at like a monster and left in night's wake, whom would precede to laugh at her for being such a fool. How she tried to keep the tears back, to remove any emotion she could from her expression, to not let them know how she felt.

She used to be so good at masking how she felt when she had gotten here. Had this place made her grown soft? Made her weak to anything anyone ever said to her or about her? Or had she simply just been dumb enough to trust that everyone was just decent here, that everyone would accept her and tolerate her idiotic tendencies. The salty tears pushed, pushed and pried at her eyes, nearly falling on her soft cheeks, but she relented, pushing them back so that it only looked like she had a gleam in her steel gaze. Blowing softly through her mouth, she tried, tried so hard to not be a threat, to appear like it wasn't her fault, but she knew it was futile. She had lost this battle, and she would never have another chance. So much for her thinking she would find someone who she could relate to.



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{WC: 530
Tag: @[Isara] @[Hector]
OOC: Don't mind me just watching as December dies inside /shot}