.svg/2000px-Google_Chrome_icon_(2011).svg.png){kind=icon}
07-29-2014, 10:05 PM
 |
|
Rasta was still and quiet, but the dove's heart was racing, pounding in her auds. She didn't realize that she was holding her breath until, suddenly, she was gasping for air in between quiet sobs. It was only then that she realized how desperately she had been trying to hold her fear, her panic, her pain in check. It was only then that she realized how horribly she had failed. It was all she could do to keep from falling to her knees, collapsing into a heap on the ground next to her dearest friend. How could this have happened? Of all the creatures to be hurting, why Rasta? She tried to contain herself, and for the most part she succeeded, her frame shaking in silence, her tears falling quietly, with only the occasional choking noise to indicate that anything was particularly wrong. She was only barely aware of her surroundings - and then suddenly, inexplicably, Rasta spoke. The crying ceased almost immediately, with only a soft hiccup to show that she had been so upset. Still, she found herself unable to speak, and Africa was the first to welcome their friend back into the world. "Rasta," she whispered reverently, euphorically. Africa stepped away, disappeared, and though the angel was afraid that she should not crowd the downed mare, she stepped forward to briefly brush her muzzle across Rasta's forehead. "Rasta, we're all here. You're going to be okay. Listen to Andromeda, drink up, please." "Talk talk talk." @[name] |
| Sohalia Don't wanna leave this life knowing I barely tried... |
