L E N A
reaching as I sink down into light The journey from the Threshold was unlike so many other odysseys; slow, laborious and arduous. Lena didn’t convey her youthful whimsy, her brush against ambrosial roses, or her dancing in the fickle beams of light. This earnest, resolute traversing did not harken the fanciful, fey sentiments of her otherworldly vagueness, the dreamy, mystic chords of enigmatic mastery. Instead, she heralded the other attributes of her tenacious, spirited mind, proffering her shoulder to creatures that needed, required, her formidable prowess. They drifted as one segment, naught of ethereal canticles and elegant artists, but as a damaged union, the impaired and injured. She led them over mangled roots and torn shrubs, through ashen graveyards reburied by falling leaves, amongst curling fronds that crinkled in the dew and scattered in the wind, soft and silken in the gossamer tendrils of a blessed sanctuary. She crossed silent valleys and ruffian clifftops, the breaking waves crashing against sullen rock and rubble, and hummed a dulcet tune between her lips, a soothing aria that dove over boughs and around ferns. She didn’t know their names, only their necessity for survival; the wrenching torrents of pain shambled and reassembled over each sinuous step, each short stride, and each gallant motion. When they arrived in a particular glade, she ceased movement. Regal cranium twisted in different directions, velvetine maw lifted to the arching winds and the covenant breeze, distinct in the rhapsody of so many individuals. She didn’t know his name either, this providential healer of the Edge, and could only rue the unfamiliarity, how foolish and clumsy it was to remain ignorant of so many herd members. Yet, she beckoned that adamant heart to regain its fortitude, postured her mouth to call for this infamous doctor. It was a hastened cry, the slipping, coaxing call of distress, not for her benefit, but for others, these poor, suffering strangers. A kind eye nestled to the tired, wavering creatures she’d brought from the dark trappings of shadowed corridors, reassuring and comforting. ”He’ll be here soon.” And after that, after their healing, would they stay? Would they strive to be included in the Edge, with their fellow horned brethren? Or would they continue on in their journeys, finding elsewhere, another land, to grow and prosper? These curious endeavors struck her mind, but she didn’t voice them – they were other matters entirely. Wounds should be closed first before others opened. [First Irene/Chastity, then perhaps D’art would like to make an appearance and heal? ;D Then whomever else would be welcome!] |
pulled you out of the water [Irene/D'art/Open]
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08-28-2012, 08:39 PM
Together they all seemed to struggle. With every step now Chas's breathing was growing worse. Irene tried to help pick up the pace slightly. If only she knew more about healing on the inside.... or had magic to help the healing along. With a frustrated snort all the flaxen mare could do was urge the younger bay along. It seemed like ages before they came to halt. Softly she whispered. "Rest Chas... We're here.... She's getting us help. Just hang in there ok?" Irene's blue eyes looked into the dual colored eyes of the young bay. She had to make it. After all, they were all each other had left from Isilme....
During the escape and the long walk to Helovia, they had talked some when they could. Chas knew of Irene's comrads, and Irene knew of Chas's mother and how she died facing two of the shades. Now if only the healer would hurry up. They had heard the call for him, but now even Irene whinnied loudly trying to hurry him along. Chas's breath was labored, and Irene was not willing to let her friend die waiting on a healer.
08-31-2012, 06:17 PM
my heart’s an endless winter filled with rage Use force at your own peril ;) please tag me!
09-03-2012, 08:53 AM
09-05-2012, 03:31 PM
The game of waiting was tiresome. Irene sighed softly allowing Chasitiy to sink down to the ground and rest slightly as they waited. They did not need to wait much longer as next thing the soldier knew a stallion appeared. His horn seemed of glass. As he moved to look at Chas, Irene's ocean blue eyes watched him. As he spoke the tone of voice had Irene confused. Surely he was not happy to see another harmed... Maybe just meeting new faces... The bay who had led them here spoke her name at long last, Lena. Irene dipped her head slightly, her deep blue horn that seemed to match her eyes shinning slightly. It then made her realize that she and Chas needed to be introduced as well. "I am Irene, and this is Chastity." She nodded to the younger bay on the ground.
It was then that Chas tried to struggle back to her hooves, not wanting to seem weak.... After all.... in her mind the shades could come attacking at any time. Her blue and green eyes were wide with fear. It was only a calming nicker from Irene that seemed to keep the young dove from trying to stand and run. | |||||||||||||||||
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