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06-17-2016, 10:02 PM
Xolani
Blood - the coppery smell of it was everywhere. As she slipped under Ilios's wing, the growing fear in her breast began to subside, replaced by anger as she noticed the injuries that the fawn had sustained. He was right to guess that the red meant fury, for what else could it mean? (A confused jumble of colors flared momentarily as she remembered that it could mean passion, love, affection; these subsided within seconds, replaced with the predominant colors of red and teal, deep, dull, dark colors that bespoke the depth of her anger and the weight of her fear.
To the fawn, she offered a kind eye and a slightly lowered head, as though coaxing it to accept their presence. In a way, she was more like the deer than like her friend (partner?), for neither of them could speak a word. She recognized the dazed fear that came with the fawn's shock and did not approach. She would not be the cause of it hurting itself further in attempts to get away from her unwelcome touch.
The whisper of his muzzle on her shoulder was comforting and encouraged the mare to focus, driving the fear of whatever hunted in these woods to the back of her mind. The fawn was moving, and Ilios was beckoning her to follow. Xolani winced as she watched the creature limp away, moving quickly to follow after sharing a worried glance with the stallion. The poor thing was badly injured, driven to continue its journey through desperation. Again, she wondered what it was that hunted the deer so ferociously, how it had survived the initial attack. She wondered where its mother was, and if the doe had given her life to offer her child a chance.
The thought saddened the mare greatly, bringing a deep navy to the surface of her pelt. But she mustn't think of that, not now - not when she was trying to help Ilios keep the babe safe from whatever danger lurked in the shadows. Not when she would swear by all the gods that they were being watched. We're being hunted.
Thinking.
To the fawn, she offered a kind eye and a slightly lowered head, as though coaxing it to accept their presence. In a way, she was more like the deer than like her friend (partner?), for neither of them could speak a word. She recognized the dazed fear that came with the fawn's shock and did not approach. She would not be the cause of it hurting itself further in attempts to get away from her unwelcome touch.
The whisper of his muzzle on her shoulder was comforting and encouraged the mare to focus, driving the fear of whatever hunted in these woods to the back of her mind. The fawn was moving, and Ilios was beckoning her to follow. Xolani winced as she watched the creature limp away, moving quickly to follow after sharing a worried glance with the stallion. The poor thing was badly injured, driven to continue its journey through desperation. Again, she wondered what it was that hunted the deer so ferociously, how it had survived the initial attack. She wondered where its mother was, and if the doe had given her life to offer her child a chance.
The thought saddened the mare greatly, bringing a deep navy to the surface of her pelt. But she mustn't think of that, not now - not when she was trying to help Ilios keep the babe safe from whatever danger lurked in the shadows. Not when she would swear by all the gods that they were being watched. We're being hunted.
Thinking.
- table by Niki -
@Ilios - I suck, sorry for the wait ;_;
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