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03-15-2013, 09:00 PM
Resplendence
we'll raise ourselves up, thanks for nothing at all, so up off the ground
Res had tears blurring her vision. Everything was gone! Why did everything have to be gone!? The branches all looked like hands trying to snatch her. And with her tail forever becoming snatched in the roots it felt like the spirits were accomplishing their task. They were torturing her soul and her entire being. A few short breaths, and she was off again. She can't stop trembling. Her hooves just managing to carry her far enough that she wouldn't collapse, high enough she wouldn't trip, and fast enough she couldn't take in too much of the world around her.But she couldn't keep traveling like this. She had been running for days. Her body was going to give out soon. She had to find somewhere to rest. Her golden orbs flickered around before completely giving up on finding that place. Her body completely freezes. Too many hands reaching for her. Too many things happening. She can't contemplate the entirety of this situation. It was all too much. And then. He was there. Quilyan was there. He wasn't dead! "Lady Resplendence," he called out, that familiar warmth radiating from his tone as she spun around, watching him taking tentative steps toward her. Then, once he got a good distance away from her, he pulled his wings tight up against his body, wincing a little, before stretching his maw out to reach hers. She inches closer until she's burrowed her head into his chest. Closing her eyes, attempting to block out the musky smell of blood and the matted tone of his fur. "My lady, please tell me you are alright?" She gently bobbed her head, flicking her now mostly shortened tail before stepping back and really taking in his injuries. She wasn't alone right now. But, if he didn't see a healer she definitely would be. "Quilyan!" she chided, the pain and fear of losing someone wrenching her voice to uncertain tones, "You weren't supposed to get yourself near killed! God. I thought you were dead. You can't be doing this," she choked out, her entire body trembling as she peered up at him from beneath her curling forelock that now showed a few streaks of blood which she had gathered from his pelt. The boy had nothing left on part of his right wing, bone showing. He needed a healer. He needed one. |
