Her laughter is odd, bright in the dreary environment, and it drives away what is left of the rain. You're left on the ground, beside this interesting angel that may actually teach you something about kindness, brow lifted as she doesn't make any move to rise. You find it curious that she would stay down here with you. After all- who would? Instantly your mind begins to wonder if this is some sort of trick. She'll draw you in close, gain your trust, and then take you down somehow. But who would want you gone? Sure, you've made some enemies, but anyone so vindictive to want to harm you but cowardly enough to send someone else to do the work? You can't think of anyone that fits that description and so you let the thought go, just watching the girl. She cares about everyone... you're still not convinced. But maybe, somewhere in the depths of your mind, something is beginning to break.

Why would you choose to live in such a dreary place? You look at her, ears falling back as you wonder if she's mocking you. Look at you. Who else would want you but a bunch of swamp horses? But there is such an innocent look in her eyes that, even in your drug-induced haze, you can't believe she would be picking on you. Your ears lift again and you sign. “Where else would I go?” You tilt your head, genuinely curious for the answer. Does she actually think you're fit to belong somewhere? “The herd here takes in the mentally diseased. I guess it's where I belong.” You snort your disdain. You're still not entirely devoted to their cause. But you're working on your own master plan in the dark. It's going to take a while to gain their respect, but you're working on it. Piece by piece.

As she reached forward towards your bag, you tensed, teeth grinding together, a little on edge, concerned that she may want to take your hard earned drugs, but she does nothing and you relax as you finish swallowing your vine. What does the plant do? You begin to shift uncomfortably. So she doesn't know? You're so used to horses judging you once they know you're an addict. They mock you, make you feel like a freak.

For several long minutes, you remain silent, staring at her, wondering if you should tell her. The minutes seem like an eternity as you watch her, looking periodically at her wings just for change of pace. In the end, you decide to tell her. If she really cares for everyone.... well. You'll give the honesty thing one last try. Perhaps this is a pivotal moment in your life. Such things are so rare to come by. “It fogs my brain, makes me forget, makes the pain go away...” The gravely tone to your voice is reduced somewhat, your volume softer than before. “I can't stop.” That last part comes out almost as a mistake and you nearly bite your tongue for saying it. It's like a dagger through your heart to admit that you actually can't stop- that you're powerless against something. But suddenly you harden your gaze, clamping down your jaw and your lips turn down into a frown as you stare coldly at her. You're hardening your heart against the judgment you know is about to come.

OOC| Nope, looks good to me. It's a little skinny for my personal tastes, but the colors and all are very good :)

Parelia’s eyes flowed over the stallion searching bellow the mud and skinny physic towards his bone structure. ‘He really is a handsome man, he just needs some weight and lots of help.’ She thought quietly her smile still covering her face. She really did want to help him, even though he was trying to kick her. She knew that she probably did seem suspicious to him, caring about everyone and all, it is an odd trait to have. She had learned from a young age that you have to care about yourself, but if you only stood up for others and helped them, everyone’s life would be so much better. Her mind wondered briefly back to the filly that had brought her to that terrible stallion. If someone had told her that wasn’t how to be loved she might have fought back. Sighing lightly Parelia turned her azure eyes back to Oxy’s dark gaze.

As his ears lay down slightly her smile falters, ‘He does think I’m lying, how can I show him I’m being honest?’ She thought sadly her letting her sadness cover her expression, much like the mud on his own body. But he surprises her by lifting his ears back and responding to her question with a very disheartening answer. She lets his words sink in allowing the silence to embrace them. Her warm voice strokes the air gently, “Oxy, I don’t think you are mentally impaired, you seem well enough to me.” She paused letting that take effect as her smile returns with a determined quality to it as she speaks again, “I am sure my family would welcome you with open arms; I live in the Windtossed Foothills.” There was not a trace of doubt that her herd would allow him to join. His tensed muscles did not escape her sharp eyes, but she allowed it, almost positive he wouldn’t harm her. ‘Sometimes trust is all someone needs.’ She thought to herself confidently.

As the silence stretched on she continued to watch him wondering how much torment and torcher he had gone through to be this way. She knew how evil and cruel other could be. As his words melt into her ears she can’t help her next move; call it her motherly instinct or just being a mare. Her muzzle slowly reaches towards him carefully searching for his filthy cheek. Words escape her as she just sits there in the mud with this miserable case before her muzzle extended in a tender way. His next sentence sparks her voice again, “Oh Oxy. As long as you’ll accept my company, you don’t have to feel pain anymore, I am here for you.” She paused her next words coming out as a gentle whisper, “What pain plagues you? Please share with me.” Pulling away she notices his hard gaze, her own eyes damp with tears. His hostile emotion only hurts her more. She can’t help but feel his pain, as it draws off her own experience of being shunted.

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OOC: This really did make me sad because I know people like that.

I don't think you're mentally impaired. Maybe it's you. Maybe it's the drugs. Whatever it is, you burst out laughing, a cold sound this time, your personality about as up and down as your body has been during this conversation. You? Not mentally impaired? You just look at her, brow raised in disbelief, suddenly somewhat disgusted at.... at who? At her? At yourself? She's the one spewing all this crap out about loving everyone, being kind and all that jazz. But look at you. You're the one falling for her story, letting yourself get drawn into her kindly ways, letting your guard down for just a moment too long.

And her family? Why would they really accept you? Could she say that so openly? You don't believe. You don't believe for more than half a moment. And then your patience breaks, your trust for her wearing thin. Her nose reaches out towards your face and you tilt your head away from her, not allowing her to touch you. You don't have to feel pain anymore, I am here for you.” You eye her coldly, give her a moment to reconsider her words, but she speaks again, telling you to share with her, somehow implying that she can make all the wrongs of the world right.

Can she take away your pain just by letting you talk about it? Talking doesn't change the past. Can she take away one bad mistake that led to a lifetime of misery? Can she give you all the love that your father didn't, that your mother didn't? Can she go back in time to make your herd members see the errors of the way? She can't. Nobody can. You couldn't change it then, when it was happening. What can she do now? You're done. You explode in a flurry of motion.

Your teeth reach out, snapping towards her. You don't really try to bite her, it's more of an attempt to keep her from getting any closer- to keep her away. In a drug-fueled panic you try to gather your hooves back up underneath you, slipping and sliding in the mud. Everything seems like slow motion to you, the rather high dose of your plants fogging your brain just a little too much. But somehow, in all the chaotic flailing, you manage to make it back to standing and you look down on her, brown eyes cold and tail swishing every which way. “Just stay away from me.” You stomp your foot to accentuate your point, body dangerously close to falling right back down where it came from. “I don't need your help.” You spit the last words out cruelly. Even her kindness cannot keep you placated in this moment. You begin to move off, purposefully moving though the deepest portion of the waters, sloshing through death and decay, stumbling many of your steps, doing anything to get to a place where she will not follow you. You're leaving. You're done with this crap.

OOC| Aw *hugs* Sorry Oxy's a butt-face <3

Parelia kept her azure orbs locked on the muddy boney stallion before her as his laugher assaults the air. Her dainty ears slide back tilted towards her Arabian built skull. ‘Why is he laughing?’ She thought more sad than any other emotion. She sighed and lowered her eyes not meeting his gaze. As he pulls away her eyes only convey more sorrow. Her kind voice is a mere whisper, “Why won’t you let me help you Oxy?” She pulls back as he moves his head quickly away from her reach. Her cremello ears stay tilled backwards away from him as she tries to wrap her mind around someone not wanting such openly offered help. His cold steady gaze seems to pierce her heart pulling at her emotions sending her for a looping rollercoaster ride.

She just watches him cautiously; she can tell he doesn’t believe her. She sighs trying to ready herself for what she is sure to come from this mood swinging male. ‘I know I can’t make the past better I can’t change what may or may not have happened to him…’ Her voice sad finishes what she was thinking as he starts to fail, “But I can change the future…” She is cut off by his flashing teeth, instincts yank her neck out of the way causing his (attack she isn’t sure) to miss her supple flesh. As his massive hooves start floundering around Parelia bounces nimbly to her own feet scurrying out of the way trying to avoid sharp joints.

Her eyes just take in his extreme, and to her unexplainable, panic. Her brain comes to the conclusion that it has to be the drugs that are driving him to panic and flee. It wasn’t like she had done anything to hurt him, besides maybe his pride by not cowering before his size. As his brown eyes lock onto her own azure orbs she can almost feel his panic and her breath catches in her chest and pain like an ice chip jabbing her heart rocks through her body causing her to grit her teeth against the sudden flood coursing to her gentle eyes.

His words only twist the ice dagger deeper tearing her kind natured heart releasing the tears she had been fighting. ‘Yelling is nature’s way of releasing anxiety’ at least that’s what her father’s voice was echoing inside her head, and she clung to that notion. Her own voice rang suddenly clear and strong in her head, ‘Anger over tears! Get mad don’t let this stupid stallion tear you apart!’ But a softer voice whispered in her ear, dripping with sorrow, ‘At least while he is still around…’

She raised her head defiantly ears plastered flat to her feminine skull as his voice stung her again, but she let it spur her bitter anger. Her brain stumbles desperately searching for something that will sting him, maybe even bring him back from the rancid waters. Her anger swells for a moment almost bringing forth some very ugly words, but as quickly as it arose it’s been sucked from her. Her ears fall forward limp, while her body sags her wings even falling their tips brushing the gooey mud. Her voice swelled from her once more chasing after the fleeing form of Oxy, “Remember what I said Oxy! Seek me if you change your mind!” A sad sigh sagged her shoulders even more as she watched him before turning to the right so he would see her side and hopefully not the tears that were slowly leaking from her soft brown eyes.
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OOC: It’s ok lol *hugs back* Parelia is going to be going through a lot of changes here soon and she might not be so nice here pretty quick, maybe they can meet up again and he can give her shit about not being so nice any more ;)