White December

No one had seemed to reject her idea, nor accept it. Until the black mare was turning away, heading in one direction with a casualness that seemed to be acceptance of her suggestion. She only got a swish of her tail and steel eyes following her in response, before December was turning her head to Rostislav, waiting for him to mention something. He had been silent during their trip, and although she had been doing all the talking, she thought he would at least have something to add in. Maybe he just wasn't in the mood for bullshit either. She was about to ask where the left over pair was going to go, when large spikes erupted from the earth, pointing aggressively towards her almost in an attempt to push her back. In doing so, one happened to slice into the right of her shoulder, a soft gasp escaping her because of it. There was nothing at first, before a thing veil of red appeared in a straight line, tricking down slowly and staining her fur pink. It was minor, something that would heal within the next few days, but it had done more damage on the inside than anywhere else.

She was frozen, legs locked into their position and eyes staring straight at the half circle of pillars, unmoving as the shock was quite evident in her gaze. How she tried to move, to function, to respond, but her entire mind and body was shutting down faster than she could keep up, everything warping into a slower and slower pace until nothing was in clear view for her to see. She didn't feel the tears falling, leaving trails upon her cheeks as she remained motionless in this moment, her mind going through what just happened and what it all meant. Before she had shut down, she had seen the petrified expression those teal eyes conveyed behind the gaps of the wall. She had hurt her, scared her, made her feel that she needed to protect herself.

She had caused her pain, suffering, and made her hate whatever it was about her that made her feel such a way even more than before. She had made an innocent child, one that had once been so lost and fragile, resort to literally shielding themselves from her, because she was a monster. Suddenly air was going back into her lungs again, the image was cleared and the world was crashing back onto her shoulders. For anyone on the outside, it would have looked like she had literally zoned out for a minute or two. But now the cogs were working, grinding against each other and requesting motion, action to be taken. Legs were shifting and she was turning, looking at Rostislav silently, ignoring the tears, ignoring the pain that her heart had just experienced. The look in her eyes made it all rather clear how she felt in this moment, and in her best efforts, she tried to speak once again.

"Rostislav," was the whisper that whisked from her lips, looking at him, refusing to look at her or her partner. It would only kill her inside if she did. Her expression hardened only slightly, just enough to make it clear that she did not want him prying, asking any questions, and she finished her sentence with a bit more clarity in her tone,"You may lead the way in which you want to go. I will follow." Her confidence, what little she had, had been shattered, crumbled into nothing. She couldn't lead, couldn't think anymore, only blindly follow and let her mind sit and stew in the events before her. She prayed to the Gods that he wouldn't say something, wouldn't point out the obvious tears or the devesation in her eyes. If he did, she didn't know what she'd do, most likely try and kick him in the face. Life was a bitch right in this moment, she didn't need anyone pointing it out to her, and if they did, they wouldn't be getting a nice response.

"Speech"
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Tag: @[Rostislav] @[Hector] @[Isara]
OOC: December and Rostislav. I'm so sorry for the long feels poossttt Dx>