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11-17-2012, 12:30 AM
Bleating cries echoed over the snow. Weak, desperate. It would and could attract any predator lurking this deep into Frostfall. This was unknown to the tiny creature that stumbled and threw herself into the snow that surrounded her. White base spotted with hundreds of rust and cinnamon colored dots. Mane and tail short and fluffy in youth, barely weaned off her mother. So tiny for her age, barely able to walk through the snow that surrounded her minute form.
Blood welled up on the pretty pale surface of her skin, where hoof and tooth had painfully punished the babe for wishing to follow her mother. Every step hurt. Rattling coughs shook her; Nayati was born with bad lungs, and wet or cold seasons had her wheezing.
This only led to her panic attacks. Already she'd had one of them after her mother drove her far enough away to disappear forever. Pretty mahogany eyes, wide and full of fear, wildly swept the horizon. Where was her mother? Why had she chased her away? Where was she?
The cries grew louder as she wobbled dangerously to and fro, wailing for somebody- anybody- to come and be her savior. Everything seemed to be closing in on her, suffocating her, and little innocent tears soaked her cheeks. It hurt too much to move any longer and she let herself sprawl down into the snow. Turning it pink around her as she cried her tiny hurting heart out. Nayati was so very scared without her mother. She would take her back, she promised! Nayati would forgive her for hurting her again. Like she always did.
She just wanted to be found. It was terrifying to be so alone so young, to feel pain that she was used to. But it had never been this extreme when her mother punished her. Now, all she could feel was the aching and all she could think was that she must surely be dying with the agony so much worse in her easily stressed mind.
[[Still getting into her character. Preferably to be taken to the Edge or Foothills but anyone welcome! She'll probably need a healer]]
Blood welled up on the pretty pale surface of her skin, where hoof and tooth had painfully punished the babe for wishing to follow her mother. Every step hurt. Rattling coughs shook her; Nayati was born with bad lungs, and wet or cold seasons had her wheezing.
This only led to her panic attacks. Already she'd had one of them after her mother drove her far enough away to disappear forever. Pretty mahogany eyes, wide and full of fear, wildly swept the horizon. Where was her mother? Why had she chased her away? Where was she?
The cries grew louder as she wobbled dangerously to and fro, wailing for somebody- anybody- to come and be her savior. Everything seemed to be closing in on her, suffocating her, and little innocent tears soaked her cheeks. It hurt too much to move any longer and she let herself sprawl down into the snow. Turning it pink around her as she cried her tiny hurting heart out. Nayati was so very scared without her mother. She would take her back, she promised! Nayati would forgive her for hurting her again. Like she always did.
She just wanted to be found. It was terrifying to be so alone so young, to feel pain that she was used to. But it had never been this extreme when her mother punished her. Now, all she could feel was the aching and all she could think was that she must surely be dying with the agony so much worse in her easily stressed mind.
[[Still getting into her character. Preferably to be taken to the Edge or Foothills but anyone welcome! She'll probably need a healer]]
the rose shadows said that they loved the sun, but they also loved the dark,
where their roots grew through the lightless mystery of the earth. the roses said: you do not have to choose.
