It was that time again, when the mares told you what to do and you had no problem with it because you're a huge pansy. You know, you really should grow a pair of balls and use them sometimes, because everyone knows you're a huge pussy one of us scolds, cackling as we finish and allowing the rest of us to join in on the fun. In the back of your head we all laugh and continue with the verbal abuse: name calling, poking fun, and even threats of things we physically could not do. But still deep down we know it worries you that we will once more be able to sink into your skin and take control as we once had.

The Veins were a place you had never been more than once, but already you did not find anything exactly comforting about the destroyed shrines that crumble all around you, nor do you really enjoy the bubbling blue magma. That's a little off-putting as well. Your journey is one that is quiet and short, being that the Veins reside just outside of the Throat, but the heat that seeps from the rocky earth in the form of melted rock keeps it uncomfortably warm.

Ouija walks along beside you, her white coat covered in dirt and filth from rolling around in any kind of mud or dirt she could find the entire way here, just to be a pain in the ass. You shoot a glare down to her and she sniffs around and paws at the dusty rocks, acting like she could roll here too. Seeing your eyes was enough to make her straighten up and trot along to your side again, weaving between your moving legs and maneuvering to your right side rather than your left.

Not far ahead was a well-worn path that lead to what looked to be a shattered stone, a dark body standing diagonal to it with his body bowed to the rock. Ouija, confused, looked up at you with raised brows as if asking you "Why?" Bloodied eyes glanced down at the young fox, shoulders rolling as if to respond with a just as unsure "Not sure." While you look back up, the colt stands upright and glances around, a familiar yap coming from the stranger's surroundings.

With that, Ouija is gone. She pads off quickly, following the trail that quickly takes the wind out of her and leaves her bottom jaw hanging with a loose tongue lolling about. She spots the orange fox and screeches to a stop, ears cupped forward and black tipped tail sticking straight out, ready to play. Panic strikes your every nerve, Aurelia's voice distant in the back of your head: "I lost my companion-" and you can only imagine your naïve fox being stomped on by an unsuspecting stranger.

Quickly, you clamor up the incline, ears laid back at the Artic Fox as soon as she is visible. "Ouija!" you snarl, annoyed with her running tendencies. Empty eyes reach up to the stranger, his coat stagnant with what you imagined you must smell much like - dust, clay and salt water. "I'm sorry about her." you mumble, ears tipping forward in order to not look aggressive. Your memories rattle around and an image of this young boy pops into your mind's eye, a small smile pressing across bloodied lips. Would the colt remember you as well?

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