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03-19-2013, 06:44 PM
He stood watching her. It was kind of creepy how he watched her every movement, and every words that left her throat. She stared back at him, but softly. She knew she could make him feel guilt once more, but her plans were cut short when a voice rang through the cave. She knew that was whoever had sent the ice horse for her. It had been quiet, until the voice. Needless to say Angora didn't fancy this mare. She was black and dark. Feathers and teeth in her mane. A hint of blood entwined also.
"Oh, darling, you brought me a present! You are simply wonderful!"
The fae ignored her voice, but a pain surged through her neck. A sharp needle entering her jugular as the life sucked out of her form. With a surprised actions, her ears flicked forward, her four seamlessly weak legs opened and quivered. Barley able to keep her weight up as the pain was relentless. The thought of dying made her nearly faint. A lifeless body decomposing on the ground as humus did it's job. Her pale orbs lightened when the whites of her eyes were able to be seen so fluidly. Never had Angora come so close to death. She side stepped away from the wall in a mere two strides. She felt light headed and dizzy. Not many knew, but Angora did not deal with large amounts of shock well. Her vision blurred and dotted.
The only thing she didn't know was that it wasn't real.
The pain left, but she was frozen basically. Just the vision of a horn being raked through her throat and shock were left behind. Sweat beaded down her gold pelt. Her legs continued their relentless shaking. Her nostrils flared. She needed to get out of this cave. She needed to be free. Her nostrils quivered as the fog whipped out of her nostrils. Freedom. The word felt foreign now.
Adrenaline pumped through her veins. In the flick of a dime she turned. With a lunge forward she made a break for it. She knew if she had felt what had just happened she would fall or pass out. Her front hooves landing on the ground as her haunches tucked in and under her. Her slender akhal-teke form kicked in. The borders right there. So close she could feel it. How she wished she had wings and could flutter off. Not even out of the cave, but the temperature dropped. Luck was not on her side today. Even though the white stallion had told her to basically shut up, she didn't. A loud neigh echoed through the mountains, into caves, and over snow. She would be heard.
OOC: I no she's Mauja's, but I dun have muse.
"Oh, darling, you brought me a present! You are simply wonderful!"
The fae ignored her voice, but a pain surged through her neck. A sharp needle entering her jugular as the life sucked out of her form. With a surprised actions, her ears flicked forward, her four seamlessly weak legs opened and quivered. Barley able to keep her weight up as the pain was relentless. The thought of dying made her nearly faint. A lifeless body decomposing on the ground as humus did it's job. Her pale orbs lightened when the whites of her eyes were able to be seen so fluidly. Never had Angora come so close to death. She side stepped away from the wall in a mere two strides. She felt light headed and dizzy. Not many knew, but Angora did not deal with large amounts of shock well. Her vision blurred and dotted.
The only thing she didn't know was that it wasn't real.
The pain left, but she was frozen basically. Just the vision of a horn being raked through her throat and shock were left behind. Sweat beaded down her gold pelt. Her legs continued their relentless shaking. Her nostrils flared. She needed to get out of this cave. She needed to be free. Her nostrils quivered as the fog whipped out of her nostrils. Freedom. The word felt foreign now.
Adrenaline pumped through her veins. In the flick of a dime she turned. With a lunge forward she made a break for it. She knew if she had felt what had just happened she would fall or pass out. Her front hooves landing on the ground as her haunches tucked in and under her. Her slender akhal-teke form kicked in. The borders right there. So close she could feel it. How she wished she had wings and could flutter off. Not even out of the cave, but the temperature dropped. Luck was not on her side today. Even though the white stallion had told her to basically shut up, she didn't. A loud neigh echoed through the mountains, into caves, and over snow. She would be heard.
OOC: I no she's Mauja's, but I dun have muse.
