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[PRIVATE] a mixture of descent and decay

Mordecai Posts: 77
Aurora Basin Mare atk: 5.5 | def: 9 | dam: 5
Mare :: Hybrid :: 16.1 :: 3 years HP: 62.5 | Buff: NOVICE
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"Why is everything so loud? Please, don't be so loud. Its hurting my ears. My wing hurts, too. Why does it hurt so bad? Can you make it stop? Is it always gonna hurt?"

Somewhere among all of the commotion of a rather large black stallion arriving there was another, smaller colt. He moved his wings and the young filly was enraptured by the way his wings glowed. She missed the fatal kick that Einarr delivered to the cat, which was probably for the better. The day was already traumatic enough for the newborn, there was no need for her to witness life being taken even if it was someone who was going to end her's.

Small, wet ears tilted forward as whispered words fell from the colt's lips. She didn't understand any of them, just as she didn't understand any of the commands and threats that had fallen from her dam's. Her head tilted as he moved closer but she made no attempt to scoot away because he did not scare her. He wasn't loud, wasn't demanding things of her that she didn't know, he only whispered strange words that she didn't understand and she felt compelled to answer. "We.. weak." she murmured. "Weak? K..kill?" She blinked her dark eyes in confusion, not knowing what the words mean. She only knew that they had been said to her so they had to be about her.

The girl continued to pay little attention to the struggle going on behind her, but her focus was drawn away from Rhoa as yet another arrived. This time she turned to stare and felt panic seize her small chest as the dark stallion and her dam raced forward toward them. The newcomer placed herself between them as a shield and Einarr was able to deter Histe, but it did not stop the filly's panic. She struggled, flailed her thin legs and flapped her one good wing as she clambered to her hooves. In the end she stood with her legs splayed, her left wing tucked against her side and the right hanging limp.

Somehow, much to the girl's surprise, she remained standing instead of falling to the dirt again. Her eyes stayed on the fighting pair for a bit, but her intrigue was short lived when her stomach began to growl and hunger made itself known. Her dark gaze drifted to the mare and she teetered forward until she stood beside her, hesitated a moment before instinct took over and she ducked her head under Meg's belly in search of nourishment.

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MORDECAI

when the last light warms the rocks and the rattlesnakes unfold
mountain cats will come along to drag away your bones

the emptiness that we confess in the dimmest hour of day
in Automatown they make a sound like the low sad moan of prey


Messages In This Thread
a mixture of descent and decay - by Histe - 02-23-2015, 01:02 AM
RE: a mixture of descent and decay - by Mordecai - 02-23-2015, 01:16 AM
RE: a mixture of descent and decay - by Einarr - 02-23-2015, 06:37 PM
RE: a mixture of descent and decay - by Rhoa - 02-23-2015, 06:54 PM
RE: a mixture of descent and decay - by Histe - 02-23-2015, 09:32 PM
RE: a mixture of descent and decay - by Einarr - 02-23-2015, 09:47 PM
RE: a mixture of descent and decay - by Megaera - 02-23-2015, 10:28 PM
RE: a mixture of descent and decay - by Mordecai - 02-23-2015, 11:15 PM
RE: a mixture of descent and decay - by Rhoa - 02-24-2015, 11:41 AM
RE: a mixture of descent and decay - by Histe - 02-24-2015, 09:50 PM
RE: a mixture of descent and decay - by Einarr - 02-24-2015, 10:04 PM
RE: a mixture of descent and decay - by Megaera - 02-24-2015, 11:20 PM

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