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12-05-2013, 08:31 AM
 Alina
The dog howled. The stallion bellowed. Alina screamed. The smell of burnt flesh invaded her nose. It was chaos. Her world seemed to contain of nothing more but screams and pain and confusion. But even if she couldn’t recognize it just then, she was taught a very valuable lesson in this moment. This was the first time the dove ever struck someone. She had never before felt the muscles and bones of another under her hooves; never heard the thud of kicks hitting their target; never seen flesh move from being struck. And she hated it. Even in her pain and her knowledge that Ricochet was the source of it she felt sorry for him. She didn’t want to hurt him. But she knew she had to if she wanted to keep on living. Tears started rolling down her dirty cheeks - creating white lines on her face and her sore throat was no longer capable of screaming so she fell very quiet. Her hind legs took a few hits from the buttermilk stallion, but she was in so much pain already that she didn’t really feel it. At last she climbed out of the stallion’s reach. In a haze of red and yellow she left the ground and caught a friendly upwards draft to rise even higher. From the air she finally saw Helovia’s Heart. Hot magma stirring and moving slowly in a great pit of fire; pulsating like her own heart. She could hear the rush of her own blood in her ears and she felt queasy from the pain. Gliding away from the pit of lava and the ground of cracked clay she didn’t look back. The only thing on her mind was to get as far away from Ricochet as ever possible. If she survived however she kind of needed to thank him because he had taught her not to trust strangers and that would maybe save her life in the future. [Ooc; Ugh, not so good post, but the whole thread was super fun! :D]  bg and flower: locolobo.net |
