Last breath of a survivor

the Rift

[DROP] Last breath of a survivor

Rasta Posts: 305

Hidden Account atk: 7 | def: 10 | dam: 3

Mare :: Equine :: 14.1hh :: six (ages in Tallsun) HP: 62 | Buff: NOVICE

Ettore :: Red-Tailed Hawk :: None Abba

08-31-2013, 11:45 PM (This post was last modified: 09-02-2013, 12:09 AM by Rasta.)

give me your eyes for just one second,
give me your eyes so i can see
everything that i keep missing

Should she be traveling? Should she be running away from the Throat? But she needed time. And, her heart had been broken knowing that if she had gone into battle she might have been at a horrible disadvantage. She no longer had her Hawk. She no longer had her eyes. She no longer had her other half of her soul. And while it seemed to be radiating and pulling back into her it was difficult for her to continue on, knowing that her soul was broken.

How long had it been since she had been so dejected? How long had it been since she had almost fallen apart? She had tried to be strong. She had tried to protect the young ones. And it had seemed that they hadn't really needed her help. But, that didn't matter. She felt like she had been useless. She felt like she hadn't been doing her job. So, she would find more information - information that the winged mare seemed to have already grasped. So, perhaps she would head back toward the Threshold. But, before that she went a bit farther south, edging along the border line in the thicker forest and feeling the vibrations of the barrier as it radiated through her chest and ears.

She felt useless. She felt alone. She felt lost. But she wasn't. She knew how to get back home. But did she have family there? Would anyone care if she happened to disappear? She hoped someone would. But, again, that loyalty was pulling on her to continue toward the Threshold. Blind eyes peered forward, audits perked and at attention. Her entire body taking in the slight vibrations as she shuffled her way through all the underbrush. And that was when a loud, piercing cry shook the trees. Instantly, she placed the center of the call and came rushing toward it. Could she prove that she was of use? Two words were whispered, Please... help." and there was something upon the ground. An orb. But it was vibrating with a heartbeat. It sang of life to the mare's hooves and body. But the one who was right beside it reeked of death. Her frame seemed to be trembling. Each inch of it suffering from some ailment not particularly present. Were those wounds? Covered deep under her pelt? Was that liquid dripping from her nares?

Rasta could tell the deer-like creature had closed her eyes, and was using all of her energy to stay standing. It took all of her to continue to wait for someone to come and help. Words choked up in Rasta's maw. Should she help? Yes. Her hawk would have wanted it. "Ma'am. I am Rasta." she whispered, before bobbing her head in recognition of the tiny one before her and the crafter who had brought her to these lands. "If there is anything at all that I can do I will help to the best of my abilities..." Rasta shuffled her feet, standing up a little taller, the blind gaze directed toward the doe's face but unable to focus upon her appearance and it was obvious through the twitching of it's orbs as they shifted back and forth as if searching for that thing to lock onto. Blood. The scent was still in her nostrils. she needed to know - was the blood coming from the doe before me. Uncomfortably (and quite ashamed), she spoke toward the younger one. "Madam Sakura, Madam Sohalia, could you tell me one thing, please? Is the creature before us dripping blood? I can smell it, but I can't see the liquid to tell what, specifically, it is. I'm sorry, being blind has its difficulties..." Rasta's words were soft, concerned - not at all demeaning toward the creature before her. But, she needed to know the doe's state. She needed to know just a little more information than the world had decided to allow her to reach on her own...

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