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| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.1 :: 12 |
| teeroo |
V a l e n ti n e
And I just ran out of band aids
I don't even know where to start
cause you can bandage the damage
but you never really can fix a heart
Pain. It seems like it was his constant friend throughout his life. Dead parents, watching them suffer as they died a slow painful death, more pain as he watched his uncle do the same. Then even he felt their pain, almost dying from the disease himself. He prayed that his daughter would never know what the feeling of pain was.
He coughed, a long drawn out one that sounded like he was choking. Blood seeped into the snow below, and he didn't have the energy to move. He laid his head down, lying in his own blood. What had drawn him here in the first place? He shifted his eyes, feeling the coolness that was accompanied with the North. This place that he once loved, once would had done anything for...or was that just Psyche? After his short encounter with her, he really meant it: he didn't want to see her ever again. There was something about her in the flesh that made him want to throw up.
And Mauja...what the hell happened to him? It might seem as if he was still missing, for surly if he was Lord, then he would have found him by now. He coughed again, more blood dripping from his maw. He was coughing up his insides, or at least that's what it felt like. That black mare had done a toll on him, and he knew he was bleeding on the inside. The problem was, how was he going to make it home?
The cold did little to help him, and he might not make it on his own. There might be too much damage for him to make it to the Dragon's Throat. The thought struck him that he might not make it out of here alive. Maybe it was best if he did just curl up and die, like they wanted him to. No. He wouldn't do that. He had a duty to fulfill, that of both to the Dragon's Throat and that to his mate and child. He would not let their wounds of the flesh and heart stop him from surviving so easily.
He tried to get up, to shift his body, but he simply couldn't. It had been a few days since he had eaten, and he was starving. He remembered starving, almost to death, and this was nothing yet, but he still needed to eat. He moved his head from the pool of blood, trying to move himself away from it, and although he only managed a few inches, it was enough that he wasn't drowning in blood. He sucked up some of the snow, feeling it as it turned to sweet liquid on his hot tongue. There was more to life than food and water, but for now that was all he could think about. Surviving was more important.
The thoughts pressed into his mind, of that of keeping his mouth shut. If he had, then he wouldn't have been beaten the way he had. But you can't teach an old horse new tricks, and there was no way in hell he was going to let someone mouth off to bluntly as she was, especially about another member of his herd. What he wanted to know was why the Basin was keeping so many members of his own herd. Were they trying to start a fight? It was ignorant of Psyche of that's what she intended to do, and a war she would surely get. However, he wondered if the other herds had gotten wind of the Basin yet. He hoped Kri had told the others something, or he was in deep shit.
Being a "turncoat" as Sno had called him wasn't so bad, now that he thought about it. He could tell Kri everything, then she would spread the word. He had the power to end something horrific, something that was both natural and unnatural for horses to feel. It was wrong, and he would stand up to it, even if it meant he would die in the process. He would give these unicorns a taste of what it truly meant to be righteous, and sent them to hell with a smile.
Speaking here
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I am no longer going into the cbox due to recent events. You can PM on this (Valentine's) account, go on my skype (teeroo777), or PM me on DA (teeroo). Thank you.
Credits to picture on page, since they won't show up since they are in black: http://twiwolf.deviantart.com/art/Free-Love-362011598
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