White December

Perhaps she was an addict, the way she craved the snow like clockwork. She would wake in the blistering mornings groaning from sweat, having to force Carl a number of times away from her side, as the companion's wooly coat only added to her dilemma. She had finally had enough, ready to tear out her hair in such agitation, and without waiting for the llama she was heading out to her beloved Steppe. It was like heaven when the cooler breeze pricked her skin, freezing the sweat on her white hide and sending a minor shiver down her spine. Carl lifted chocolate eyes to his forced bonded briefly, registering her emotions before continuing forward, not at all pleased with having to deal with such a tiring journey. Although she had given him chance to rest and catch his breath a few times, they had been brief and rushed by her anxiousness to get to her destination.

As soon as she stopped he flopped down in the snow, ignoring her movement forward a few more steps before she copied his motion. An audible sigh escaped smoky lips, rather feminine for her vocals, and it echoed softly around them. Moments passed before at last she released herself from her euphoria, falling from her crystalline high of cold and ice against matted skin. If she was an addict, she was a rather high functioning one, and she had no intentions of quitting her habit. Her mind was alerted from its mellow world to the sound of digging, causing dials to swiftly flicker in the sound's direction. Before thinking she moved herself around, lifting her massive skull still laced with white powder to investigate the cause of interruption. With fluid and slow movement she led herself closer, calculating in her mind what exactly the noise was. As she moved in closer it became apparent someone was making them, scraping grating her ears as she finally rounded the large boulder to find... well shit.

There he stood before her, copper bodice slicked in sweat from laborious work, hooves and horn working their way into a small section of the mountainside in search of something. Images flashed into her mind: the painted filly, those deep blue crystals thrusting themselves from the dirt, the look of terror in those brilliantly teal eyes. Carl didn't know how to take the sudden onslaught of sorrow and pain that racked his bondmate's body, lifting his head momentarily to glance at where the mare had wandered off to. Soon he was at her side, following her gaze to the hard working brute, then connecting two and two together. Floppy ears flattened upon elongated skull, before a missile was launched in the direction of the hybrid. Carl had made his point very clear to the stranger and December, before walking back to his spot in the snow to rest once again.

The sudden sound jolted the ivory maiden out of her thoughts, feelings, whatever was going on in that head of hers, looking up to see where the assailant's attack had landed. Fortunately it was only on the ground about a foot away from the brute, but nonetheless she stepped forward, eyes suddenly filled with anxiety," I apologize. He hasn't learned his manners yet. He does that when my emotions get too-" she halted her sentencing. Did she really want to so openly admit that whenever he saw him she only thought of pain and rejection? Of how that time in the threshold had royally fucked her so hard that she didn't know how to even begin building new relationships with others out of fear of scaring them off too? Sure, it hadn't been his fault, but he was still a reminder of what she lost, of what she couldn't have because of an accident, of what could have been in her life that maybe would have changed her for the better.

She had no physical or familial investment in the winged child, nothing to tie her as her own or to give her reason to even bring her home. It was all in her mind, the promise she had made to herself that night; that she would protect the scared girl no matter what because she understood, she could relate to the sense of loneliness the splotched girl must have felt during her time in the dark woods. That's what had made her drawn to the teal-eyed girl, and the way she seemed to beg for a sense of belonging. She had found it with this beast, and she couldn't be happier that she did, but inside part of her was still dead, mutilated from the wound the girl had never meant to inflict upon her. If anyone knew how she truly felt, the way her mind worked through about the subject matter, she would probably be locked up, never allowed to see the outside world again. Part of her really didn't care, perhaps it was for the better.

She ignored the cold wind that bit at her side, the chill that stood her hairs on end for she was simply numb, staring with those dark eyes at him, not entirely knowing what to say next. What was it that they had, besides a deep fondness for the girl they had come upon that night; were they similar at all, or was that their only common interest. He had no obligation to offer her anything, to even acknowledge her presence here before him, but she couldn't keep her mind from inquiring, or her voice for that matter," How is she?" Where was she now? Was she safe and warm? Did she have any friends, and did she finally learn how to walk with those silly wings of hers? Was what she avoided adding onto her first simple question. So many things she wanted answers to, all for a foal that wasn't even hers.

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{WC: 982
Tag: Hector
OOC: I found you <3}