Would he forgive her? That was the first thing that ran through her mind as the familiar smells of the Falls engulfed her, embracing her form and tickling the hairs along her spine. Flaring her smoky nares the woman looked straight ahead, following the path downwards that she had followed so many times before, unable to suppress the feeling of nostalgia. How long had it been since she had left? She couldn't even remember. Time seemed to stop once she left Helovia, but she needed to do it for herself... for what reason she wasn't sure. Perhaps it was because the thought of loving him was so terrifying that she couldn't believe they were real. Or maybe she doubted he truly loved her back, that what they felt was real and permanent. Maybe that last thought was what sent her running away with her tail between her legs.
Carl snorted, ears flat upon his wooly skull and his teeth gently finding her coat, running them tenderly along her shoulder as he kept pace with her long strides. He had grown much larger now and could keep up now to the behemoth, even though he was nowhere near her height. At his touch the ivory lass sighed, looking at him with a tender expression, grateful for his presence for it had been her only solace in her journey. She had traveled for miles, the scent of the cold leading her further and further from her home and out of the realms of Helovia; somewhere she didn't recognize. All she knew at the time was that it was cold and snowy, and the ice that bit at her had been a comfort. It had been better than the Steppe, than any cold nook within Helovia, and because of that she had been reluctant to leave. But she couldn't leave him. No matter how hard she fought, how stubborn she was with herself, her hooves had led her back to here. Now here she was, scarred body and worn feet halting right at the border, inhaling the humid air and letting her muscles relax.
Her journey had been a hard one, filled with the dangers of wolves and cougars, few of which she had to fight off, and of course the cold had left her ankles frostbitten and sensitive. They were scabbing over now, but they were still tender to the touch, and she knew the feeling in them would never fully return. That was perhaps the only thing she disliked about the cold. Perhaps. Moving her form to the side she scanned the trees for any sign of life, for someone who would grant her access once again into this land, the one she had been invited into when she first arrived her. The thought of the man who brought her here caused bile to rise in her throat and sorrow to engulf her. She would be lying if she hadn't missed Midas, the kindhearted brute who had been the first to chip at her frozen heart. Miykael had been the one to completely thaw it, but the former man's actions had still left an impact on her. She couldn't take the silence anymore, couldn't take the impatience welling within her, and so she whinnied, it shrill and abrupt in hopes it would carry far. Soon the silence fell over her and she took in a breath, sighing and letting one word escape her lips," Miykael..."
Talking
OOC: Whichever lead wants to come in just to let her come back in would be stellar, otherwise this is meant mostly for Miykael. Thanks!!
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[P] Can You See What I've Become? (Miykael/Lead)
