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03-06-2016, 10:47 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-06-2016, 10:48 PM by Glasgow.
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to die by your side,
The scarred mare had been so wrapped up within her thoughts of the demonic stallion she had met, that she hadn’t heard the call from her lead until a flurry of movement caught her attention. Her glassy orbs watched as a couple of creatures all seemed to head to one place. She was intrigued, hoping that this could be her chance to actually prove her worth for her herd. Her confidence had boosted since meeting Abaddon and she had slowly begun to finally accept her scars for what they were, instead of trying to hide away from them. It was a difficult process, but she was getting better at it. She was getting better at accepting herself, at least with Abaddon by her side. But he was from the Throat, and she, the Edge.
Glasgow followed the sounds of the creatures, a few paces away with her head lowered as she watched for any tree trunks so she wouldn’t step into them. And finally, she broke into the clearing. There were many that had gathered already and she suddenly felt so small in comparison from the last meeting. She forced herself ahead, pushing over her fear of her scars. Spotting Tilney, she rested a bit. She pushed herself faster, trotting over to the caramel stallion offering him a smile. “Hello, Tilney. It’s good to see you again.” She nodded before looking to her King and Queen. She dipped her head to them, actually smiling for once. The scars moving against her muscles with the movement. It felt strange to smile. She typically left it for her scars to portray. But things were going to change.
She looked from Elsa to Tembovu before taking in a deep breath. “I wish to speak with either of you about joining the crafters? Honestly I haven’t really met anyone in it yet to ask, so maybe someone could point me in the right direction?” Her voice was even, better than the crackled unused one she had previously had. Now she stood before them with a bit more pride in her chest, a bit more happiness behind her lids. “I understand that now might not be a good time, but please keep it in mind for after.” She offered them another small smile before moving to reside beside the great antlered stallion again.
"Talk."
Glasgow followed the sounds of the creatures, a few paces away with her head lowered as she watched for any tree trunks so she wouldn’t step into them. And finally, she broke into the clearing. There were many that had gathered already and she suddenly felt so small in comparison from the last meeting. She forced herself ahead, pushing over her fear of her scars. Spotting Tilney, she rested a bit. She pushed herself faster, trotting over to the caramel stallion offering him a smile. “Hello, Tilney. It’s good to see you again.” She nodded before looking to her King and Queen. She dipped her head to them, actually smiling for once. The scars moving against her muscles with the movement. It felt strange to smile. She typically left it for her scars to portray. But things were going to change.
She looked from Elsa to Tembovu before taking in a deep breath. “I wish to speak with either of you about joining the crafters? Honestly I haven’t really met anyone in it yet to ask, so maybe someone could point me in the right direction?” Her voice was even, better than the crackled unused one she had previously had. Now she stood before them with a bit more pride in her chest, a bit more happiness behind her lids. “I understand that now might not be a good time, but please keep it in mind for after.” She offered them another small smile before moving to reside beside the great antlered stallion again.
"Talk."
—is such a
heavenly
way to die.
Mentioned @Tilney @Tembovu , and @Elsa!
