"Arvakl?" A shaky voice cries, just loud enough to attract the nearest critter's twitching ears. Her sister had abandon her, just ran and left her there without even looking back. What had she ever done to deserve that kind of pain? Bright blue eyes shifted around nervously in the cups of a low-held head, hot tears still building up enough energy to break past the wiggling dam that coats both eyes.

The malnourished fae continues slinking through the nameless forest, an occasional trip over her own feet being the fastest movement that she dares to make; Arvakl, please help me. the insecure mare prays in her head, a stiff breath finally allowing the warm liquid to begin rolling down her scarred face. Soft sobs linger around the female as her nerves finally get the best of her, her heart aching to a point of what she had long ago decided to call heart-break.

The forest is so thick and lonely, and she only wishes to see the soft pink wings peek out from behind a tree; only then would comfort be present again. That, or - the thin chain that is twined tight in her large antlers clicks against bone as if it knew she was hurting - daddy. His gentle voice and ever sorry eyes burn in the back of the buttermilk colored mare's mind.

They always seemed to ask for forgiveness, his eyes, even if he didn't say it; she knew that he did not like what mommy did to her. Only, she never expected the outcome that she had witnessed. The bloodshed was nothing fierce, but to see her limp body on the ground was terrifying enough.. only daddy's voice and impatience was even more terrifying.

Every kick, hit, bite, and stomp that she had ever encountered was only brought on by herself, but they were always forced on by mommy while daddy would watch; she's fairly sure he was crying most of the time that something like that would happen to her, but he wouldn't stop it, or mommy would hit him too. "D-daddy? Arv?!" Her quivering voice reached out, this time likely more audible than the last.

Far off to the right, the sun poured through the branches high above, creating what looked like the picture perfect meadow in sunlight; dust twinkled and glided around like little fairies while the small green leaves that hung off of the skinny branches rattled in the softest of warm Tallsun winds. Her eyes still dripped, but the delightful sight caused a hopeful smile to play across her velvet-soft lips; there is always a beam of sun to light the way, after all.

Staying quiet and - hopefully - unnoticed, the battered female made her way toward the spot of light, her pupils dilating as the darkness of the forest began to fade behind her. The grass looked warm and very inviting, the rustle of the tender leaves brushing together soothing her tired soul; here, in the center of this small clearing, the young mare found a spot to hide away from her mind.

Her dark legs folded under her creamy colored body, the creaks and pops of time on her fragile body being the only sound to lay her ears back at. A soft huff of air left her body as she rolled onto her bony side, stretching out her face to lay it against the warm blanket of grass; here the fae found peace.. here the fae found the red hue of the backside of her eyelids and another dam to stop the tears.

The world all around the battered mare was warm and inviting; the sun peeked out from the branches high above to dance in streams of yellow onto the grassy earth. Behind closed eyes the young female day dreams: vivid paintings of her beautifully-feathered sister and her cruel antics, of the world around her and what she may too encounter before they may find each other again. And though she is settled and nearly calmed, an aggressive voice startles her again all at once - "What the hell?"

'Maybe they won't see me.' the sleepy doll prays, her sides beginning to heave a little more quickly than they had before as her heart begins to drum. The soft hoosh of air below a wing and the crinkle of foliage beneath feet causes her shocking blue eyes to peel open at once. Darkly accented ears tip forward and the fae lifts her antlered head off of the ground swiftly, meeting the matching eyes of the white bird.

"Are you alright, dear?" the once aggressive voice asks from behind, and the bird jumps from the ground before Adelis can let out a soft whine of fear. His long white wings fold with such ease, bringing him back to the withers of a blue-hued mare with white blotches diluting the color. Adelis' eyes search the mare frantically, words unable to form in her tight throat in fear of bursting into tears; this is when another body begins to come into view.

Another Paint, this one laid with massive wings, was moving toward the pair slowly, a thick collar wrapping around elegant shoulders. He stopped a comfortable distance away, watching with eyes that the doll couldn't find in the dark shrouds of the overlying trees. A warmth radiated off of the stallion as he spoke in a tongue that the fae is so unfamiliar with: "Long days and pleasant nights to ye."

Silence still gripped the scared mare's hoarse throat, her body still rolled up on the ground with her dished face craned over her side to watch the two strangers. Cyan eyes blinked quickly, dark nostrils fluttering as softly as a butterfly's wings with each quiet breath. 'Is it my turn to speak?' her conscience finally whispered, a small amount of saliva sliding down her throat as if encouraging her that her voice wouldn't break and it was now her turn.

"Hi." She whispered, finally able to let the word out without trembling or breaking into tears once more. The silence that had lingered between the three lasted for nearly an entire ten seconds, but to the weathered mare, it had seemed to last an eternity. The thought of jumping up to long, gangly legs passed through her mind with a quick denial, as she could feel them shaking under her body already.

Her throat, dry and tight, feels like it could shatter into a thousands small pieces before she gets the next word out. The painted stallion with massive, golden touched wings paces toward her with a gentle tone, referring to her as "friend." Unnaturally blue eyes become hot with tears once more, the stallion still moving forward in the least threatening motion and the mare watching quietly.

Midas' words are so foreign and strange to the ragdoll's ears that she begins to think that they may be of another language mixed with the one that she understands. Unsure of how to answer his hanging question, she sucks in a stifled breath and wonders how to respond;


'No, I'm not okay.' her conscience whispers, but outside, she keeps her lips stiff and instead shakes her head from side to side, the scar disrupting her smooth features faced away from the pair of strangers. "You don't want to be laying down in these woods alone for too long, babe." the mare with the blue hues warns, the colorless bird shifting around on her back.

'What? Someone will hurt me. Not them. They won't hurt me.. will they?' her mind constantly worries, allowing an unsettling fear to hang in the back of her mind. "Shall we help you get to your feet?-" the mare started, sending another shiver through the doe's fragile body. 'They'll see it!' her mind cries, pulling a weak string of chords to gather her body beneath her.

"No, I'm-" she begins, her voice cracking and squeaking in the moment; her legs pull out from under her body, reaching out to find balance and raise her body upward. Weak back legs shiver when they find themselves supporting her light body again, visible to anyone who may be watching.

Now up, it is surely not hard to see the scars that dapple her milky hide. The aquamarine blue that touch the tips of her thin tail nearly reach her dark hocks at their longest length, but mud and filth litter her hair and make the famished female look even more sickly. Ashamed, her horned head drops before either Midas or Tangere would be able to see the opposite side of her face.

'I look disgusting, I look scary!' the fae's mind cries as the painted duo look her over, their eyes -each so different- scour her body nearly all the same. She can see it in their eyes, hear it in their tones, that they do hold a pool of compassion in their hearts. The quivering aquamarine eyes peek out from behind long, dirty forelock as the small mare stands in a cowardly position while the two watch.

Again they offer gentle words, the mare with the twisted horn questioning her name.. and she thinks: she's been called numerous names both painful and taunting, but her father has always stuck with "Adelis." she mumbles in response, her eyes still looking up at the blue female. Then, the stallion - who introduces himself as Midas - mentions the aid of a "healer," a word that she had never actually heard, but could decipher easily. Both of them offer help, and the brutt is once again silent.

'Only unicorns? her fragile mind repeats, once more finding it's way to the sadistic face of her outgoing sister, Arvarkl. The soft pink feathers flicker through her head like a drape falling over an open window; her eyes turn to the winged stallion. "Maybe you can help me find my sister? She has wings like you.. but, she has horns like mine too." Her voice is soft and unfocused, ears turned forward but face not directed toward either of the equines.

Carefully, she swings her hindquarters around to face the pair further, her face staying somewhat diagonal to either Tangere or Midas. "I need to find my sister."