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03-28-2016, 11:38 PM
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The Thief felt broken inside. After the possibility of being killed by her past lover, she was unsure whether or not she should even return to the Basin at all. What if he followed her here? She knew that the Basin had strict rules against Pegasi but Zahra was here, so would that be thrown out the door? She didn’t want Calstron to know of Rein, her pride and joy, and threaten to steal his life away from her too. It took her awhile to even become okay with returning home, not like she had gone very far. Just to the Heavenly Fields. But nevertheless, she still carried the “C” carved into her chest, turning black by scabs and a blueish hue around the marking of severe bruising. She felt like an open book now, forced to portray his name on her skin for the rest of eternity. Would that be what defined her from now on? Would that sharp contrast of the C scarred into her skin dark as obsidian against her once porcelain pelt be the only reminder she left on the world? She hoped not, but she couldn’t prove to herself it wouldn’t. She still wore the chains, the ones that Murtagh had helped her find before she stumbled across Calstron. When she saw them before, she thought they were beautiful. It wasn’t until they slid across her back in such a familiarity that she realized they were the very same chains that she had did her best to get rid of. As much as she had tried to remove herself from her past life, she was slowly sinking back into the ship, forced to watch and obey as the gods gave her a harsh hand of reality. Her posture was once proud and strong, now seeming brittle and tired. Creases surrounded her eyes, blackened by her exotic markings, made her look even more tired. How could one sleep when there were those around wishing death to her? Especially when she was so out in the open. Sleep just wouldn’t work, not until she was home and in the comfort of her own cave. She trudged forth, hoping to avoid faces and eyes as she returned from her endeavor. Had it been days? Weeks? Surely it wasn’t a month, but she wasn’t sure anymore with everything that was happening. The wound on her chest was far too fresh for her to remember such trivial things as time. She hoped that her son was still with her father, hoping to avoid his curious gazes as well. From a once proud, ecstatic mother, suddenly resembling a trembling child. She had always wanted him to think the best of her, but how could she be her best now? Not when she was forced to see the marking Calstron had left upon her. Her confidence went away just as fast as his mark upon her had happened. Though she managed to get her way into the sight of her cave, avoiding people at all costs. Her head lowered, body seemingly frail and twitching with each movement of the new chains bore upon her back and tail. When she lifted her head to see the opening of her cave, she spotted the blood spotted boy in the threshold, seemingly awaiting her return. She huffed a small sigh, but forced a smile to her lips, moving forward and lifting her head slightly, just barely enough for it to not pull on the wound and cause more pain, but not enough to be the proud mother she had always wanted to be. “Rein!” She called out to him, hoping her voice sounded cheery enough. She moved closer to him, noticing the muscles that were filling out beneath his golden pelt and his height that was slowly growing more and more each time she saw him. Reaching out to him with her muzzle, she aimed to run her soft face against his neck. However, when she made it to his shoulder, her blue eyes grew wide. Retreating her head, she tried to catch his gaze. A sadness looming beneath the pools of already sad blue. “Rein, what happened?” She questioned quietly. Normally she would be mad, she would be upset, she would wonder what Ashamin had let him do while she was gone. Not this time. She was beginning to learn that he needed to make mistakes and be harmed for it to learn better. But the little markings looked more like a wound similar to hers, now pulsing with the sudden rush of her heartbeat. She wanted to know immediate who had harmed her son. Frustration growing in her head as she inspected the wounds, ears perked forward in complete attention. It looked too small to be something Cal could do. It also seemed too unique of a marking to be done by being struck by a hoof. So what did cause it? She huffed a small sigh before brushing by her son into the center of the cave and shaking her mane and tail out, golden chains adorning her entire body now chiming with the movement. She turned to face him once more before kneeling down to lay down, her gaze awaiting his response as she gazed up at him from the floor of the cave, her own wound similar to his but with a fresher look. While she tried to remove her blood from the wound, she could only do so much. Her own pale skin slightly blood stained as her son along her chest. But while there was time for answers, there were only time for his answers. Rexanna was still rather unsure how to even respond to him about her own. Perhaps he was old enough now to learn that there are those in the world that would do everything in their power to see you fall. “Talk!” |
@Rein , AW NOT A MAD MOMMA
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