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[DISTORTED VOICES] - [DISTORTED SCREAMING AND YELLING] "KYNARETH!"
Plum eyes open suddenly, the beholder startled awake. The young grey horse lay flat on the wet, cold ground, her heart pounding and mind racing. She breathes deeply, realizing it was in her mind that the voices were screaming. No one said her name. She was entirely alone. Tears sting her eyes and she closes them briefly until she is calm again. Her heart slows and she opens them, looking around. "Where am I?" she wonders quietly. Once again, her heart pounds against her chest as the words come out scratchy. Panic begins to itch its way up her legs and she rolls up, breathing hard. Her chest rattles and it leads her to cough, her body aching with it. With her front legs extended in front of her, it is then that she feels the dull ache of muscle pain. She struggles to stand and when she does, she does her best to stretch out her aching muscles.
She doesn't understand. She is clueless, her memories have abandoned her leaving her with only her name. "Kynareth," a strange voice can be heard in the back of her mind. She is hurt and she hangs her head, tears once again springing to her eyes. They threaten to spill on her cheek so she shuts her eyes once more, trying to find calm. It's early morning, a small breeze stirring the trees around her. It's utterly quiet. Serene. The mare opens her eyes again, acknowledging her surroundings. She understands now that she has to be strong. She had no idea where she was or who she was. Looking around, she raises her head and takes a good whiff of the breeze. Sensing nothing, she lowers her head and saunters on. She has no idea where she is headed but she figures if she just keeps walking, eventually she will run into someone.
She wasn't sure how much time had passed, but the young mare could only focus on keeping one hoof in front of the other. In fact, she hadn't really focused on anything else that she was surprised to hear the lapping of water on rocks. Her head popped up, plum eyes searching through the gaps between the trees. Then finally she saw it, the body of water before her. She hopped into a lope, trying her hardest to forgive the throbbing of pain coursing through her body. And when she finally reached the water, she dashed into it, hooves slipping on rock. Stopping and tumbling down her to her knees, she drank greedily from the water. She didn't even think to see if she was alone. When she had her fill, she allowed her body to lower her entire matted and dirty body into the water. She so enjoyed the cold biting her tender body. When she was pleased, she once again struggled to her hooves, damning the slippery rocks beneath her. She clamored to the shore and turned back to the water, enjoying the sight. Her own sight was ragged. Her natural white-grey body was covered in mats and weeds, now drenched. And her mane and tail had dreads in it, twisted with foliage. She couldn't even think of how she looked cleaned up.
She relaxed, cocking a right hind leg to rest. She gazed at the lake, admiring the serenity. She may not remember anything but she could live in this moment forever.
ooc: please forgive the shortness & the dryness of this post. it is literally my first post in 11 months. they will get better, i swear!
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