| Aurora Basin Impersonator atk: 6 | def: 8.5 | dam: 2.5 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.1hh :: 19 (Orangemoon) HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Strom :: Suma Ball Python :: None
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04-13-2016, 02:18 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-13-2016, 02:18 PM by Albrecht.
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 It’s early - way too early for bums like him to be out and about, yet here he stands with his head low and tail limp, staring blindly out over the undulating floor of the Basin. His head feels hot and pressurized, as if great wads of the Weaver’s fleece are packed between his ears, behind his eyes, and sweat darkens his coat despite the chill of Frostfall.
Chipped hooves are planted firmly beneath him, knees dutifully locked, but still he feels weak, wobbly like a newborn foal still unfamiliar with the mechanics of standing and walking. His muscles quiver almost too slightly to notice, but the feeling from within is that of swaying wildly from side to side, uncontrollably, buffeted by an unseen wind. He wills himself still, closes his eyes. The beat inside his chest is too quick, too irregular. Why?
He’s seen the after effects of trauma before. He recognizes the signs, can place a fat red check in each little box on the list in his head, but those victims were exasperating their condition by blaming themselves, refusing to forgive themselves, refusing to move on or otherwise stagnating the healing process to the point that mental dysfunction begins manifesting physically. He doesn’t blame himself.
He wishes things had been different, yes - gods, yes - but he doesn’t disparage his own actions. It had been kill all or kill some. Save none or save a few. The judgmental can spin it either way, but the numbers don’t lie. He had ensured their survival. That’s not the work of an evil man, a tyrant, a monster. If he was to suddenly find himself there again, trapped in the snow and the endless howling, he’s certain he’d do the same all over again. It was the most logical choice. It was the best he could do. He doesn't care to debate wrong or right. Those words are just opinions justified by flawed systems of belief. He caused the least possible harm with the best possible outcome. That's rationalization enough for him.
So why do the nightmares persist?
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| Outcast atk: 4.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 6 |
| Mare :: Unicorn :: 15hh :: 5 years old HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE |
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some people have no idea
how beautiful the darkness is
Yet again, morning had arrived much too quickly. Still plagued by nightmares, the pregnant general had found little sanctuary in the dead of night, and her lack of sleep was beginning to weigh heavy on her. Heavy lids attempted to blink away the last remnants of restless sleep as she wound through the pines. Her pace was slow and easy, as the heaviness of her pregnancy kept her from opening her strides and burying her turmoil beneath sore muscles and a dampened hide. She couldn't even spar, for concern about damaging the life that was blossoming within her womb.
Concern for what her union with Mesec had created worsened her nightmares. He had wings. What if her child was born with wings? What if her child wore no crown, and they were banished from the Basin, sent to live as outcasts on the Steppe? She had lived beneath the rule of her father, whose intolerance of those different was extreme, and she had her own reservations. It was how she was raised, and was taught to her as soon as she learned to speak. What would happen if her child was everything she had been raised to hate?
She shook her head, trying to loosen the fears from their hold. She was exhausted, and the pain of insomnia had leeched deep into her muscles to settle into her bones. Her eyes lazily scanned back and forth through the trees as she paced beneath a sky that was considering becoming day. A sigh left her lips, and she cast a look back at her steeply curved flank. "No sleep now, and I'm sure no sleep when you finally arrive."
She came to a stop as she happened upon another. Still hidden within the shadows, though her hoof steps would have probably already betrayed her location, she watched for a moment. It was easy for the girl to recognize the old stallion. She considered walking away, but the longer she stood and watched him sway, she seemed to become mesmerized. Pregnancy had certainly softened her, as she was careful in everything she did to protect what she harbored.
Her head tipped to the side as she watched, unsure if he was awake, or if the way he was wavering was caused by his dreaming. "Albrecht," she spoke, voice slipping easily through the quiet of newborn day. She spoke before she could think. What would she say if he answered? There had never been anything other than animosity between them. How was he going to react by her disrupting him in the early hours of the morning?
Her own hard feelings had been forged based on first impressions. She had allowed her distaste for him to fester. Maybe she had wrongly accused him? She was as stubborn as she was vindictive, and despite how she didn't mind having enemies, she didn't like having enemies at home. Her herd was her family. Though she didn't expect everyone to like each other, she wasn't comfortable knowing she was going to bring a child into a herd where someone hated her. Especially with her fears of having a winged child, she needed to at least attempt to smooth over any issues present.
But still, was first thing in the morning really the time to do anything productive?
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| Aurora Basin Impersonator atk: 6 | def: 8.5 | dam: 2.5 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.1hh :: 19 (Orangemoon) HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Strom :: Suma Ball Python :: None
Townsen |
He hears her, but her voice is indistinct beside the others ringing in his ears, all feminine, all distraught and distrustful. It’s not until the ice beneath her hooves makes an audible crunch nearby that his ears twist away from his skull and turn in her direction, dragging his head around with them. He staggers with the movement, splaying one foreleg wide and blinking away some overlaid mirage of reality that only he can see.
His eyes feel dry, hot. So does his mouth, but he makes an effort to answer the woman, whatever it was that she’d called to him. He’s unsure now whether it was his name or something else, can’t find the energy to think back and sift through the voices, just doesn’t want to. “Hey,” He croaks, running his tongue around the inside of his mouth to wet it. The longer he stares at her the more grounded he feels – and the more irritable. Of all the restless souls to find him in such a state, of course it has to be her. Fucking poetic.
“Here to destroy a weak link?” He starts with his usual venom, remembering clearly the litany of disgust she’d unleashed on him at the herd meeting (and the lack of disagreement from anyone present), but by the end he just sounds tired, resigned. “Go on then.” He prods her, “No one will look for me.” He straightens his neck and lets his eyes unfocus, green rings hidden beneath heavy lids, nothing but white ahead. How fitting.
He doesn’t really think she’ll kill him, not when there’s no sport in it at least, no one to wave his tattered hide in victory for (what a victory it would be), but they both know it won’t matter if she strikes today or tomorrow, with or without a fight (would he even bother?). He’s a matchstick of flame to her oceans worth of dousing power. At least in the solitude of night there’ll be no one to hear him scream, no one to look down and say, 'oh, but he must have been someone once,' while his heart can still bleed.
OOC // @Ki'irha
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