the Rift


In Softest Air, A Stutter

Jorogumo Posts: 70
Hidden Account atk: 4 | def: 7 | dam: 7
Filly :: Unicorn :: 15.3 hh :: 2 HP: 62 | Buff: NOVICE
Selkie
#1


Jorogumo

In softest air, a stutter steers the heart away from the bane, leaves lasting sorrows and carries me a new





”You’re so big now Joro, it’s time for you to take care of yourself… Go on now, be what I created you to be.”

Over and over these words spun around in the dark filly’s mind. Mommy was wrong, Jorogumo wasn’t all grown up, and she wasn’t ready to be by herself. She needed Mommy, she needed her soft nuzzles, her guiding word. The forest all around her was frightening. It was nearing nightfall, and she knew that she’d be easy food for any creature out in the darkness. All it would take is one quick bite, and it would be over.

Going after Mommy would be futile, she knew because she had tried. Shinigami had cut her off every time, and even made an effort of driving her off. Is this what happened to her siblings to? Were they left on their own in some strange place? Did her parents raise her merely for the slaughter? Jorogumo was starting to believe those words that had been poured into her were a lie. She wasn’t destined to be a murderous temptress, she was destined to be food for the wolves.

Pale eyes drift up to the darkening sky, a defeated expression came the child. There appeared to be no hope beyond this place. Her bones would become brittle and ash, food for the trees around her. Nothing more, and nothing less. Fate was cruel and sick, Jorogumo was beginning to realize this, but she alo knew something else, she could try and fight fate. If Mommy had been wrong about her being grown up, what was to say she was wrong about everything.

Fighting back the tears that were forming in her eyes, Jorogumo began to run. She would find someone or something to help her. Or she would just find a place to hide. Hiding, she could do that. Where was there to hide though? Jorogumo began to gallop, her gait ungraceful and awkward as she moved. There were so many scents, all kinds of different creatures. They were all foreign, not of Mommy and Shinigami. Not the familiar smells of evergreen and soil.

Jorogumo realized there may be a chance of survival if she called on those out in the unknown it could further her chance at survival, or it would be her death penalty. She didn’t have much to lose. She stopped and looked around, no one was in sight, just their scents. “Hello?” She called off into the darkness. “Please tell me someone’s there.” Desperation was seeping into her voice, there had to be someone willing to pull her out of this darkness. There had to be someone willing to give her a home.


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Illynx the GildedBlade Posts: 413
Hidden Account atk: 7.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 3
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 13 HP: 67.5 | Buff: ENDURE
Kyst :: Common Griffon :: Zapping Jab Bunnie
#2
The night was fast approaching, the sun lazy in the sky and blood streaking through the pristine blues of the day; the first shimmer of starlight hovered in the fringes of darkness, and Illynx found herself standing in a clearing amidst the tall trees of the Threshold, gazing upwards at the spectacle through a spacious gap in the crowns of the silent giants. The forest was peaceful, despite it's purpose in the land, the stillness of the place a boon to a burdened mind. It was not to say that she had come here only to stargaze, that was for certain; she had a mountain back home, and plenty of room for more of her kin, should she find them and might they be convinced to follow her back up the treacherous mountain path.

Thusly, she'd done well with her choices in the hushed wood; fondly she recalled them all, their faces emblazoned in her memory, their names like bells with which she would adorn her cloak of power. Today she would stitch more into her imaginary garb, or so she had hoped - the day had been without a single horned face. She had shunned several unsuitables, their wings or plain faces driving her with a snarl back along the leaf strewn pathways, her luxurious tail sprawling across the earth behind her.

Her luck was to change as she stood and silently worshipped her forsaken Goddess' rise to her throne, whether she knew it or not.

A sweet and terrified voice sounded out a short distance from her, the sight and smell of the speaker obscured by the thick growth of brush betwixt the pair. So delicate was the timbre that the woman was immediately alerted to the young age of whatever it was that called out into the night, her pleading sending a soft twinge through the bitter and hard heart of the usually stoic hearted bitch. For whatever reason (in truth, her own childhood, but Illynx is not the wisest of creatures), children stirred her emotions in ways so tumultuous that only a smart mouthed pegasus seemed to be able to mirror its intensity, and so swiftly she made her way to the fearfully bleating little thing.

She kept herself quiet, of course; it may be a foal, but it's origins were unsorted. If the lost lamb in question was wearing the wrong attachments on her innocent little face, the Lady would have no choice but to put an end to the racing of her heart with her beloved blade. She certainly hoped that was not the case; even if it was exterminating a pest, babies were always far more adorable than their hideous and adult versions.

A soft sigh escaped her as the sight of a small, partially grown horn on the brow of the child eased the gathering of her hunter's muscles, the golden laced queen slipping out into the open and towards the ebony child. Her eyes were hungry as wolves, searching every inch of the youth's build for physical flaws or impairments, loathe to allow a cripple into their already weakened fold - but only fulfillment met the wicked damsel's appraisal, and so her smile was soft and supple upon her lips as her silky words leeched out towards the child. "Fear not, little one," cooed the golden horned warrior, "I will allow no harm to come to you. Tell me, where is your family? Are you lost?" She drew within a comforting distance of the girl, all the while attempting to keep her body language and voice soothing and calm despite her devious hopes that the black filly was an orphan, a soft mind to mold into a perfect puppet holding knives aimed for the hearts of the hornless.
Magic/assault allowed to be used on Illynx at any time, in so far as it does not kill or seriously maim her without my permission. 

Jorogumo Posts: 70
Hidden Account atk: 4 | def: 7 | dam: 7
Filly :: Unicorn :: 15.3 hh :: 2 HP: 62 | Buff: NOVICE
Selkie
#3


Jorogumo

In softest air, a stutter steers the heart away from the bane, leaves lasting sorrows and carries me a new





Pale eyes took in the details of the new arrival. Never before had she laid eyes upon such a brilliantly colored individual, mixes of brown, black, and gold, all that the orphan had seen previously were the dark pelts of her parents. Then she noticed the crown upon the mare’s head, Jorogumo stared at it for a long moment. So, one of her own kind had found her. This brought a sense of relief over the filly, for it was not one of those strange beings her mother had told her about in bedtime stories. Each story had told of them in different ways, in some the pegasi were friendly wind spirits, in others they were malicious beings lusting after the lives of the grounded. As for the equines, Shinigami had always told her that they were mundanes not blessed like they were.

Jorogumo listened carefully to the mare, she spoke of not harming the dark filly, and then proceeded to ask where her family was. She pondered how to answer this question for a long while, but then the words came to her all at once. Pale eyes locked with the mare’s gold. “My family is dead,” she said. In a sense, that was true. Her family was dead to her, they no longer wanted her… So they weren’t her family anymore she decided. Still, her heart yearned for the gentle caress of her mother’s nose, the affectionate nips at her tail. She even craved the rare attention she would get from her father. All of that was gone though, Jorogumo knew it was time for a new chapter to start, maybe she could get this mare to help her, maybe she could convince her to take her somewhere safe.

”I don’t know where I am,” Jorogumo continued, her eyes still locked with the other mare. “I don't want my soul to be taken by the death's arms yet...” There was obvious vulnerability an genuine fear in her voice, but she tried her best to hide it from her face. Perhaps this was a dark thought for someone her age, but death had been a reality hammered into her head. She had heard of those that found ways to avert it, and someday she planned to do so, even though she was so young, she knew she didn’t want to die. Life eternal had its consequences, but she would still fight for it, but for now, she planned to fight to make it past the approaching night.

Although Jorogumo had no trust for this strange mare, she knew that she
was one of the only hopes for her survival. She looked up at her, solid white eyes boring into the other mare. Would she shift uncomfortably like the few others Jorogumo had encountered? Or could was this mare strong like Mommy and bear the intense gaze of the spider child?


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Illynx the GildedBlade Posts: 413
Hidden Account atk: 7.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 3
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 13 HP: 67.5 | Buff: ENDURE
Kyst :: Common Griffon :: Zapping Jab Bunnie
#4
The child was smart, the intensity of her gaze and the forward posture of her ears leading the Lady to the assumption that the girl was listening to more than just words. Glad that she had played the part of the caring savior through from the beginning, she elaborated on her friendly exterior with subtle manipulations of her posture and the soft curvature of her lips. Illynx found herself shocked, as to be expected from one expecting the vivacious innocence of a child, when the girl's colorless eyes latched on to her own quite lifelessly, her words cold and passionless despite the seriousness of the situation she spoke of. The golden mynx's smile faltered slightly in the wake of the announcement, though quickly regained itself as the realization that the child truly could be raised into the perfect monster dawned upon the wicked woman.

What would she have wanted an adult to do for her those long years ago, when they discovered the orphaned child standing over the bloody bodies of her family? It was a struggle to return to such a state of innocence and confusion, a moment in her life she usually avoided at all costs - but the bond that could be formed her in the falling twilight of Helovia's greeting forest was too precious to dismiss for her own emotional failings. Reaching back into her memories, she became the shivering little girl again, felt the tears hot and wet running down her face, the life of her mother smeared and sticky on her muzzle. She saw them, those who were supposed to be her herd-mates, black jackals with gleaming, jack-o-lantern eyes and crooked smiles. They had not always been that way; she figured it was better that she could not remember their true faces, for them, at least - the sole reason she did not hunt them down like animals. What had she wanted from them when they still wore faces?

She had wanted someone to love her, to tell her that it would all be alright, even if the child would have known it was a lie.

And so she stepped forward, the bright flames of her eyes unusually dull as she packed away the haunting memories and returned to the moment, hoping her thoughts had not elapsed too much time; she found the child speaking. Illynx's dark nose reached out to brush it's velveteen tip along her shoulder if the child would allow her, the words that fell from the fearful babe's lips touching and sincere. "You are in the nation of Helovia," said the Gilded Blade, fearlessly returning the white eyes of the child, her years in the magically embellished land she had just named providing her all the mental armor she needed against the haunting glow of Jorogumo's gaze, "the land of my birth. I am the Lady Illynx, ruler of the mountain land to the north known as the Aurora Basin." She paused, her smile bright and cheerful as she angled her body towards the Steppe and her home, hoping to draw the girl's gaze out towards the peaks that could just be seen through the treeline as she continued to explain the nature of the land to the babe. "We stand now in the Threshold, place for travelers and the lost. You are a lucky girl indeed to have found this forest of all the others," like the Edge, she concluded bitterly within her mind.
Magic/assault allowed to be used on Illynx at any time, in so far as it does not kill or seriously maim her without my permission. 

Jorogumo Posts: 70
Hidden Account atk: 4 | def: 7 | dam: 7
Filly :: Unicorn :: 15.3 hh :: 2 HP: 62 | Buff: NOVICE
Selkie
#5


Jorogumo

In softest air, a stutter steers the heart away from the bane, leaves lasting sorrows and carries me a new





Jorogumo noted the faltering smile of the mare. Was there more motivating this are other than kindness? It wouldn’t come as a surprise to the spider child, for adults were proving themselves to be untrustworthy. This mare was perhaps no exception, but Jorogumo had her uses for her, she needed to survive so she would let the mare believe she was getting her way. Even if adults were untrustworthy, they had territories, and territories meant protection, which meant survival.

The golden mare came toward Jorogumo, initially the child stepped back, unsure of what her intentions were. Then she felt a brush against her shoulder. She looked at the mare slightly confused, but she couldn’t deny the comforting feeling that came over her. Memories of her mother’s gentle touch flooded her mind, she remembered the last nuzzle and affectionate mane pull she had received from her mother.

The mare’s lack of discomfort at her unsettling gaze made a sense of respect wash over the child. Only her parents had been able to look her directly in the eyes, the few others she had encountered cringed or turned away. This mare was strong, this mare was someone Jorogumo could look up to. Then the golden mare gave a name to the place she had stumbled upon, Helovia. It was a name she had never heard of, nor did it mean anything to her. Was there a reason that her parents left her here? Then the mare proceeded to give her name, Illynx, quite a bizarre name, and it was then that the mare revealed she was a ruler, no she seemed more than that. Kisaki, the filly said under her breath, her fluency in her father’s tongue was lacking, but she knew it well enough.

The forest her mother had left her in was known as the Threshold. A suspicion swelled inside of her, perhaps her Mommy had left her because she knew others would find her. That only showed the inadequacy of a parent, Yuki-Onna was nothing to her now, she was a failure. It was then Jorogumo decided something, unlike her mother she would not be a failure. No, she would be so much more.

“Kisaki,” Jorogumo addressing the mare before her, “I am Jorogumo.” Would Illynx know of the origin of the name? Her name had been given for a reason, Yuki-Onna had a path her child was destined to follow, and Jorogumo was questioning whether it was one she truly wanted to delve down. She suppressed the thoughts of her mother and turned her attention back to her potential savior. “What is your home like?” She asked, hoping the mare would offer to take her with her back to this Aurora Basin. No matter how much Jorogumo desired to, she couldn’t hide the hopeful expression on her face. Though she was intelligent, she was still a child nonetheless.


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Illynx the GildedBlade Posts: 413
Hidden Account atk: 7.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 3
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 13 HP: 67.5 | Buff: ENDURE
Kyst :: Common Griffon :: Zapping Jab Bunnie
#6
A soft word breathed from the child's lips, Illynx's reaching ears missing their hold on precisely what it had been. Disallowing it to alter her exterior of peace and joy, her smile flickered for a partial second as she continued her studies of the unicorn babe, how she seemed to gain in confidence the longer that they shared in one another's company. Despite the truth of the change in her demeanor, the Lady's ego swelled and blossomed within herself, her pride at having been such a comforting influence upon the girl adding genuine happiness to her charade.

The word slipped forth again, at least she was sure that was what the seemingly blind child had said. Curiosity gleamed rampant in her golden gaze, the strangeness of the combination of syllables catching the Helovian bred mare off guard. It was not that she had not met many with strange names - she certainly had - but they never ceased to amaze her with the vast variety of callings that could be bestowed upon her kin, how the names seemed to suggest that her people roamed broad and wide from her small and sheltered world within the borders of Helovia. She had left, this was certain, and her adventures had carried her far outside the boundaries of her home, but the pull of her birthplace had lulled her back into it's cradling embrace, disallowing her to discover just how far from home she might find their horned faces.

This girl more deeply asserted that, while she may be a queen, she certainly knew very little of the world outside of the realm in which she ruled.

Jorogumo, mentally repeated the golden backed wench as the girl introduced herself, delicate features bobbing in a nod to affirm that she had heard. Equally as foreign to her tongue as the K word (what was it again?), she forced the strange pronunciation into her mind; it would reflect poorly on her if she failed to properly name the child past this day. She moved on from the process as the child inquired of the mountain, the Lady's face blooming into a brilliant and proud grin that displayed how fully she loved the elegant splendor of the Basin, her life's purpose writ across her features and resounding in her heart.

"It is peaceful, endlessly beautiful; a hidden valley in the peaks to the north. The mountains reach with jagged fingers into the pale blue sky and blunt the cold winds falling from the passes. The Basin itself an emerald gem in the midst of a white world," her eyes grew distant, the sights and smells of the valley filling her mind's eye as she described them to the child known as Jorogumo. As she returned to reality, her curiosity rose its head from it's temporary slumber, having recalled the world that the babe had used to seemingly describe her. "Kisaki?" she inquired, her feminine voice aerated by her desire to know the answer.

[ OOC: I'M SORRY I TOOK FOREVERRRR. I am actually out of town visiting my family for a couple of weeks and have been on planes and settling in. ]
Magic/assault allowed to be used on Illynx at any time, in so far as it does not kill or seriously maim her without my permission. 

Jorogumo Posts: 70
Hidden Account atk: 4 | def: 7 | dam: 7
Filly :: Unicorn :: 15.3 hh :: 2 HP: 62 | Buff: NOVICE
Selkie
#7


Jorogumo

In softest air, a stutter steers the heart away from the bane, leaves lasting sorrows and carries me a new





Jorogumo’s gaze never left the mare. Vigilantly she was waiting for a slip up, something to reveal this mare was far from genuine. Still being a child, her eyes couldn’t find anything. It appeared that for now she could trust this golden mare. And then, Jorogumo caught curiosity from Illynx after she gave the mare her title. Did she not know what a Kisaki was? Maybe she didn’t speak in the tongue of her father. She would have to remember this for the future, her foreign tongue could definitely play into her favor in time to come.

The queen’s expression grew detached, distant as she described her home known as the Basin. For a moment the filly closed her eyes and envisioned this place that the mare described. Could she live in a harsh environment despite being raised in far more mild weather? Yes, she could, it would be time to adapt. The filly had survived this far, so she believed she could survive should she manage to get this mare take her back to this place. It sounded like a place Jorogumo could thrive, amongst those that had a head with a horn like her own. Part of her wondered if the other species even truly existed, especially since she had never seen them.

Then Illynx asked the dark filly a question, her ears perked forward. Jorogumo then realized she was asking the meaning of the title placed upon her. “Kisaki means empress, as you stated that you rule over the Basin, thus you are one.” She locked eyes with Illynx once again. For a long moment the filly simply stared at the queen with a calculating expression. Should she be so bold as to simply request to be taken to this Basin? Before she would do o, there was another question on her mind.

“Are equines and pegasi real? Or are the pegasi simply malicious wind spirits of stories, and the equines simply disgraced unicorns?” Jorogumo stared at the golden mare genuinely. If these creatures did exist, she hoped that the queen wouldn’t laugh, for the child had hardly wandered beyond the forest Shinigami claimed as his. Yuki-Onna had always said these being walked the world just like they did, but Shinigami always laughed when she said this, and he would mock the mare. This had always caused Jorogumo to believe these other beings to be pure myths, creatures of the imagination not reality.

After a long silence, the filly knew it was time to grow bold. Time was running out, and if this mare left it would be nightfall. “I am being bold, but, could I request to stay in this land you’ve described?” She watched the mare, praying she wouldn’t offend or upset the mare. It wouldn’t take long for Illynx to simply stab her horn through the dark filly’s chest, but she would prefer death to her own kind than to the wolves.



[No worries =). My apologies for this delay, I was out of town this weekend.]
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Illynx the GildedBlade Posts: 413
Hidden Account atk: 7.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 3
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 13 HP: 67.5 | Buff: ENDURE
Kyst :: Common Griffon :: Zapping Jab Bunnie
#8
Illynx
As usual, the promising visions of a splendid mountain valley drew the stranger to it's beauty into a mental reverie, the golden mare's smile soft as she watched the milky eyes slip shut to more clearly view the images which she painted with her words. Anticipating the reopening of her strange gaze, the mare waited patiently for the reverie to fade, her own eyes held firmly upon those of Jorogumo, eager to see whether or not the picture would lure her with it's promises. There was no immediate change to the babe's demeanor from what she could tell, but the child had not rebuked her words either; rather consumed them in silence, quite wise for such a young thing; instead of words pertaining to her mountain home, the child answered her inquiry as to the meaning of the strange word she had spoken earlier.

The meaning of it immediately brought a bright and shimmering laughter forth from her lips, the irony of the statement quite amusing to the vain woman. How could the child understand why she was so hilarious to the wench unless she explained it? But even the mental recollection of her companion who had vanished into the wilds pained her, despite her mirthful exterior, and so discussing the events that had come to pass was not high on her list. Either way, it wouldn't bode well to tell a potential new member that there had been turmoil in the mountain valley - there was no need to send the girl fleeing into the woods away from the Lady with the kingdom that couldn't keep it's leads around. Instead, she turned to discussing only Psyche herself, her absence excluded, and despite the freshness of her wound and her worries that her friend was no longer hers to love, it felt good to share her connection to such a woman. "Ah, but that is what my dearest friend is known as among our kin and enemies," she chuckled, her eyes crinkled joyfully and sides rippling with her contained laughter, "it is a fine title indeed. You must have come a long way to know such words." Again, she wondered where the child's mother was - her questions could wait, however, as Illynx knew all too well the way a heart bled after being abandoned by one's family. Jorogumo did not know her well enough yet to attempt such sensitive topics; perhaps, after she had been on the mountain for a while, she could find the answers she sought.

Until now, it was well enough to look into the child's eyes and provide her with company, no matter the woman's secondary intentions to corrupt her to their cause. Little did she know it wouldn't be too difficult of a task.

After a long pause, the girl asked a question - one that sent a bright and vivacious fire burning through the racist mare's eyes and in her heart. Her smile grew almost carnivorous as she took a step nearer the babe, lowering her lips to the girl's ear so as to not be overheard by any passer by. "Indeed, they exist," she most cryptically said, putting on a show for the girl much as a mother would while telling a scary story to her children, "as do combinations of all three, or just two. The Gods and Goddess of this land are comprised of a piece of each species... but on our mountain, you do not need to worry of such monsters." She thought of Kelec and Destry, the only two strange beings that could possibly cross the babe's path, and wondered momentarily if she should warn her of their presence. It seemed it would be wise; the way she discussed them, they would likely shock the youth or strike fear into her heart, and Illynx would have none of this for her newest prodigy. "The Basin wears only crowns but for a few exceptions. I guard a girl known as Destry; she is a hybrid of both unicorn and pegasi, and we also have a most unusual creature known as a centaur that calls himself Kelec. He is half horse, half hairless... thing. I don't even know how he or his kind came to be, but I have been assured that there are more of his kind outside of Helovia. You need not fear them; but they are not your equals, either, especially the hybrid."

Devious, her casual placement of racist beliefs into the girls head; but as she hadn't even known they'd been real things until this moment, she figured it would settle in quite well with the way the child had been raised until this point as she stepped away from her storytellers place. Her next motion was to invite the black filly home with her to see the mountain and it's horned inhabitants, formed in the long pause after her explanation - she gave Jorogumo plenty of time to ponder what she had shared, waiting for a good while before she decided it was time to ask.

The girl beat her to it, and her smile was truly full of pleasure.

"Not bold at all," grinned the cheeky Lady, pointing her nose down the path that would carry them to the mountain, "as I said, this is the forest for the lost, and lost you shall be no more." Turning her frame about to begin the long walk home (at least not as long as the one to the Throat, she haughtily thought to herself), she began the journey as her words jangled out behind her, "It is this way. If you need to pause to rest, do not feel ashamed; it is hard even on adults who are unused to such climbs."

[ OOC: I will get a welcoming thread up in the Basin for Jorogumo tomorrow. <3 ]
if I only could make a deal with God.
Magic/assault allowed to be used on Illynx at any time, in so far as it does not kill or seriously maim her without my permission. 

Jorogumo Posts: 70
Hidden Account atk: 4 | def: 7 | dam: 7
Filly :: Unicorn :: 15.3 hh :: 2 HP: 62 | Buff: NOVICE
Selkie
#9


Jorogumo

In softest air, a stutter steers the heart away from the bane, leaves lasting sorrows and carries me a new





The queen laughed after Jorogumo gave the meaning of the word. She cocked her head slightly, unsure what had been so humorous about the word. Part of her wondered if this mare truly wasn’t a queen, but simply a false empress with a phony crown. Then, she explained her laughter, and proceeded to say she had come a long way. Jorogumo simply shrugged. How long the journey had been was a mystery. “The words are my father’s native tongue, I merely picked up a small collection of words.” She explained, which had been true. The filly hadn’t made the effort to learn the foreign words her father often spoke to her mother. Only her mother had made sure she could speak in the most basic sentences. Thinking of her lessons brought a mixture of feelings to Jorogumo’s mind. Rage and sorrow hit her like a brick once again. If she would be taken to the Basin, she would find a solitary place to release tears, strangers didn’t need to see her display of weakness

After her question came from her lips, Jorogumo noticed a change in the mare. A flame sparked within the golden one’s eyes and the smile lost it’s once compassionate expression and change into one that would be upon a predator. She came closer, and placed her mouth near her ear and told of these odd beings. So, the equine and the Pegasus did exist. The way the mare spoke was odd to Jorogumo, but she found it amusing and it took a moment for her t realize she was giggling a bit at how the mare was acting. Some of the inhabitants of the Basin sounded most peculiar, and the thing known as Kelec she was describing sounded like a monster almost. She was told to not fear them, and not only that, these beings apparently weren’t her equal. Such words came as a shock to the filly, but she took them in and mulled them over. This would be something she would have to think about more, she would have to meet these creatures to decide whether or not this mare spoke truth.

At her request, the mare smiled, and Jorogumo felt a bit of weight lift off of her. She hadn’t angered her by her request. A small smile passed over the child’s lips at the realization she had successfully gotten this mare to take her home. It appeared as though she would survive through this night, and many more to come. She followed the golden mare, as she spoke once again. “I believe I can make the climb.” Jorogumo was confident, she didn’t need her worthless parents, she would be strong, stronger than what her parents ever expected.



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