In the Belly of the Beast

the Rift

[OPEN] In the Belly of the Beast

Ru Posts: 130

World's Edge Captain atk: 7.0 | def: 9.5 | dam: 4.0

Mare :: Pegasus :: 16.1h :: 3 [Tallsun] HP: 60.5 | Buff: Novice

Mar

#13

11-02-2016, 04:39 PM

The girl casts a sidelong glance to the mare. Ears prick up in curiosity as Lyanna’s voice captures the child’s attention. There is so much more to explore in this world, despite the risks. The mare’s tone implies a sense of finality, perhaps an end to searching – somehow that voice is comforting. By no means was living on one’s own glamorous or easy.

Ru slows her pace, until her sooty legs come to a pause – stopping. She glances across the land; searching further into its depths, as if there should be some sort of sign to guide her back to the World’s Edge. A voice, an apparition to settle her thoughts of homelessness, acceptance, an assurance to draw her further.

There is only the silence that appears to cascade into the distance. Despite the land's majestic appearance, the child cannot commit. There are too many variables, questions that buzz in her head and fail to connect from the chords to her throat, and the purr of her lips. She must travel onwards to taste the others, if she can. For despite all of her self sufficiency, boasting of a confidence that she must instill in herself out of necessity… she cannot settle on the World’s Edge. Ru is unsettled by the mystery of the two other herds. She cannot fathom missing the opportunity of travelling to their borders, for the sake of finding more than she had found here. There are simply too many possibilities, and the girl is stubborn to discover them all.

Ru’s light eyes regard Lyanna with a small smile. She wants to thank the mare; in the way she has traditionally thanked people in the past. Hoping that she would not cringe to her touch, Ru approaches them and places a soft nudge to their shoulder. For a moment Ru’s muzzle lingers, the need for physical closeness strikes her harder than ever before – and the girl breaks away embarrassed. Stepping back and avoiding Lyanna’s gaze, as she gives a dip to complete her gesture of thanks.

To move the parting along, before Ru could forget, she turns her head and gestures her wing close to her muzzle. She plucks a light brown and white feather from its perch, and places it on the ground.

Afraid that she will be roped into the herd, relenting to the emotions that threaten to push down her outer shell – she rumbles warmly to her companion. Breath that rolls, and tumbles, permeates an air of gratitude that the girl hopes is clearly understood. And then she is off, twisting quite suddenly towards the borders of the land with a jump. A contraction of energy that quickly dives back into the sky, and never looks back to gauge their reaction. Ru must simply leave, and cast all thought aside for the next adventure before her.