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The Land about Qeren was a foreign one. It had been a span of months since she'd seen anything that could be claimed as familiar. The unknown expanse had aimlessly lead her from place to place since first she had fled the lands she was born in. And it had impressed Qeren with a weary spirit, tired of the seeming endless journey she wandered. The frozen land had come as a shock from the roasting blaze of sand and sun she had hailed from. She had grown used to the sun's ruthless glare... the frozen times she had stumbled upon had been jarring. But the doe had adjusted.
It wasn't the potential of adventure that had made her feel drained by the long journey. Having a healthy love of adventure... But she had lost a lot over the past months. She had no family to call her own. No place to belong A nomad with no connections. For the difficulties of her life back in the desert - it had been home. Rather made home because of her mother. And as best as her father had been capable, he had made her feel loved as well.
Only it had brought wrath down on them both. The outcasts. Not that Qeren had overly cared. She could take the harsh tongues and hooves of bullies... But it hadn't been a bully that attacked her mother and had come for the young mare as well... It was a much more brutal and violent kind of intent. One that had no doubt lead to the demise of her mother. Leaving her to wonder. No one to go to.
The loss of everyone she loved was what had weighted down upon her. That was what marred the excitement of being on what otherwise would have been considered an adventure.... Hooves thudded over the sod beneath, nostrils flared as the speckled beast snorted, slowing from a canter to a trot. Colorful gems gaze around in the forest about. At last the vixen pulled up, carefully crafted ears flicking about in attempt to gather what sounds could be heard.
Will anywhere feel like home again? came the lonesome thought.
"speech here" thought here
It wasn't the potential of adventure that had made her feel drained by the long journey. Having a healthy love of adventure... But she had lost a lot over the past months. She had no family to call her own. No place to belong A nomad with no connections. For the difficulties of her life back in the desert - it had been home. Rather made home because of her mother. And as best as her father had been capable, he had made her feel loved as well.
Only it had brought wrath down on them both. The outcasts. Not that Qeren had overly cared. She could take the harsh tongues and hooves of bullies... But it hadn't been a bully that attacked her mother and had come for the young mare as well... It was a much more brutal and violent kind of intent. One that had no doubt lead to the demise of her mother. Leaving her to wonder. No one to go to.
The loss of everyone she loved was what had weighted down upon her. That was what marred the excitement of being on what otherwise would have been considered an adventure.... Hooves thudded over the sod beneath, nostrils flared as the speckled beast snorted, slowing from a canter to a trot. Colorful gems gaze around in the forest about. At last the vixen pulled up, carefully crafted ears flicking about in attempt to gather what sounds could be heard.
Will anywhere feel like home again? came the lonesome thought.
"speech here" thought here
Going ahead and saying she'll be rated M as she doth not have the mouth of a lady.... #swearfest
