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10-08-2012, 06:20 PM
 Time flowed around them all like invisible streams of misty nightfilled waters. As the night grew colder the mist froze, leaving crisp frost upon the strands of grass that had yet to be trampled into the ground. Steam rose from cooling bodies, from the heat of the blood that beaded from cuts and pooled onto the ground. He felt it stiffen against the skin of the broken leg. The long cut he had received on the right thigh had finally stopped bleeding, much thanks to the lack of movement. Unfortunately, the same stillness also made his muscles stiffen and ache - it was only thanks to the thick winter coat that he wasn't shivering. Lace stood with closed eyes and listened to the movements around him. The grulla felt tired, bone weary from the strain of keeping himself motionless. He mustn't move. It was the only thing that remained in his mind. Gone was the fear of what would happen to him, the pride of victory or relief for friends found to be alive. None of that mattered anymore. Only pain remained, a dull throbbing sensation that would turn into a jolt of torment at the slightest of careless motions. Too deep a breath, a flick of the tail, anything might trigger it. The need to avoid pain had taken over and drowned out everything else. Absently he registered that Fajira sent images through their bond. The image of a pegasus mare walking around the injured soldiers came to him, forced itself upon him. Sighing, he relented and studied the girl - because she was little more, a young woman only with coat unmarred and beautifully painted in warm browns and white. An angel she seemed to his hazy mind, and he wondered what she was doing there. Surely it would be more pleasant for her to rest the eyes on the endless sky, a meadow frosted by the touch of winter where late flower became crystallized and monochrome beneath the light of the full moon. That she instead would choose to walk across a battlefield drenched in blood, charred by fires, imprinted with a memory of anger, sadness and hate... He didn't understand it. |
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