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| Mare :: Equine :: 14.3hh :: four years |
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Rathunax :: Common Red Dragon :: Shock Breath
cailyn |
Nayati
you show me how to see that nothing is whole and nothing is broken
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Where had her angel gone?
One moment she was held close to Lana's side, warm and loved. Her life had seemed absolutely perfect. The poultice upon her wounds had helped her in ways she didn't care to examine too thoroughly. Yet, it seemed the moment Nayati had looked away, Svetlana had disappeared. Vanished. The spotted girl had been frantic, rising to tiny hooves and searching the places they had been. Never leaving the Foothills, too terrified by the memories of the Threshold. When she had been unable to find her, thin little legs had crumpled and her throat had closed. Air no longer entered her lungs as she fell in a crumpled heap to the cold ground. Wheezing, panicked breaths took over her as she fell into another panic attack. Nayati had been born prone to them, though she would eventually learn to control her fears that left her like this. When at last she had recovered, she wandered the lands crying out for Svetlana. Innocent little tears matting the hairs around her cheeks as tiny voice rang out desperately.
Movement had split open the biggest wounds, the one that bothered her lying horizontally over her flank. It bled again, yet the princess paid it no heed. Where was her savior? Where was the warmth, the kindness, the love? The spotted doll had begun limping, right hind leg hovering only for a fraction of a second at a time upon the earth. Walking hurt, but Nayati refused to accept that Svetlana was gone. Maybe she had gone back to the Threshold? Was she doing duties as a leader? Nayati clung to these thoughts. There was no way Svetlana would willingly leave her, right? But that thought only had her crying harder. Had somebody taken her? Hurt her? Had her mother returned? Nayati was distraught and at last found she could walk no farther. Hiccuping little sobs shook her tiny frame as she huddled beneath the nearest tree. Why was it that the moment she found happiness, it was taken away from her?
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the rose shadows said that they loved the sun, but they also loved the dark,
where their roots grew through the lightless mystery of the earth. the roses said: you do not have to choose.
| Outcast atk: 4 | def: 8 | dam: 7 |
| Mare :: Equine :: 14.2 :: 9 HP: 66 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Kasai :: White Tiger :: Wind Whip
Sparrow |
It was the bleating cries of a youngling that had caught the Haflinger's attention, head lifting up from the spot of frozen grass she had uncovered merely minutes before. The mare paused, ears swiveling as if searching for the sound, and when it came again she swallowed the collection of grass she had previously been munching on. Unspeakable pain and panic was woven into the chords of the youngling, confusion and uncertainty barely and undertone of the foal’s cries.
Who could that be? Romani wondered, expertly flicking the white forelock from her forehead to better see her surroundings with. The poor thing, they sound terrified…
Knowing that she couldn’t simply leave the young foal to it’s own resources, lest it be injured, Romani lifted her head high and turned on her haunches, carefully venturing towards the sound. Red ears were perked forward, listening as the cries grew louder and louder, and after some searching, vivid blue eyes spotted what was making the sound. A young, spotted filly lay crumpled beneath a tree, looking far too delicate than Rome would have liked to see… A filly that age should be romping playfully about, not laying curled into herself, as if the mere thought of walking was too much to bear.
Ever so quietly the Haflinger approached, neck stretching out as she grew closer to the grieving filly. She breathed in the scent of the young one, taking in the scents of the Foothills, as well as Svetlana’s familiar smell. Perhaps that was why the youth was so upset? Their Stormchaser had been swept away, things had seemed bleak and quiet…
“Young one?” Romani dared to ask out softly once she was close enough, not wanting to frighten the filly in the slightest, “Are you alright? It’s okay; you’re safe, I won’t hurt you. My name is Romani… Tell me, darling, why are you crying?”
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| Outcast |
| Mare :: Equine :: 14.3hh :: four years |
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Rathunax :: Common Red Dragon :: Shock Breath
cailyn |
Nayati
you show me how to see that nothing is whole and nothing is broken
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Once Nayati realized she was not getting up again, she stretched out her hind leg to try and ease the pain along her flank. Everything hurt now. The poultice had been useful, but with her crashing through the undergrowth and desperate searching she'd ripped open all her old wounds. Only the small ones remained knitted together, a reminder of Svetlana's love. Trembling charcoal muzzle touched one of these healing wounds, and began crying anew. What had she done? Had she been bad again? Being abandoned was so much worse than Mother's beatings.
In her despair Nayati was oblivious to the approach of the mare, and even as she spoke in such a kind tone she couldn't help but be startled by her appearance and sudden speaking. Already halfway standing before crumpling back down like a puppet whose strings had been cut. Tear filled ruby chocolate eyes turned to the richly painted mare. Little lips trembled, the words she spoke reminding her so vividly of Svetlana that it hurt. The tears came quickly but quietly this time, and tiny chest shook and shuddered with silent sobs. Romani, as she introduced herself, inquired as to why she was crying. "L-Lana gone, where Lana go? And Nayati hurt again, where Lana go?" Voice quiet and pained, whimpering out.
Nayati was terribly small even for a four month old, and her thin little legs pushed her up unsteadily. Head hanging low as she stood before the kind woman. "I Nayati...Roma? Wh-Where Lana go?" Stumbling a few steps closer, searching Romani's eyes as if she would find the answer there. Her legs ached and trembled and she hiccuped and sniffled pathetically, tears refusing to stop their slow trek down tiny spotted cheeks.
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the rose shadows said that they loved the sun, but they also loved the dark,
where their roots grew through the lightless mystery of the earth. the roses said: you do not have to choose.
| Outcast atk: 4 | def: 8 | dam: 7 |
| Mare :: Equine :: 14.2 :: 9 HP: 66 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Kasai :: White Tiger :: Wind Whip
Sparrow |
A small part of her wasn’t surprised when the foal was startled by her kind words. This little girl was beyond distraught, and surely those thoughts were all that had filled her mind. When the filly looked up at her with big, mahogany eyes, the Haflinger was surprised herself when she realized what kind of condition she was in. Cuts and scrapes littered her cinnamon peppered coat, and although they looked as if they had already been treated, they had recently been ripped open.
What had happened to this delicate young thing to reduce her to such a state? Surely it couldn’t have been her own doing…
When this foal, Nayati, spoke of Svetlana, Romani felt as if she had taken a blow to her heart. So, this was their Stormchaser’s kin? Although probably not by blood, as the mare hadn’t been formally introduced by their Chieftess and there weren’t any physical similarities, she could easily tell that the two held a deep, emotional bond. More than likely Svetlana had found this youngling wandering, alone… Heaving in a deep breath through her nostrils, the red palomino smiled gently, reaching her muzzle out ever so slowly to touch noses with the wounded babe. Nayati’s shortened version of her name made her heart melt, and she couldn’t help but be drawn to this dim, but brilliant soul.
”It’s a pleasure to meet you, young Nayati,” Romani murmured softly, gazing into the appaloosa’s eyes, ”Svetlana is… Away, right now. But she will come back, I promise. She’ll come back to you, and to all of us. Nayati, if I could… What in the world happened to you?”
Romani hoped that her choice of words or question wouldn’t upset Nayati even further… She only wanted to help, not cause more pain than the young filly was already going through.
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| Outcast |
| Mare :: Equine :: 14.3hh :: four years |
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Rathunax :: Common Red Dragon :: Shock Breath
cailyn |
Nayati
you show me how to see that nothing is whole and nothing is broken
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A kind smile appeared on the face of the red palomino fae, and Nayati watched her with open trust in her mahogany orbs as her face came closer. Reaching tiny neck up in return to meet Romani halfway, light charcoal muzzle brushing the older female's. Lips trembling softly in her sadness as she inhaled the new scent and categorized it in her brain as Romani's. As a friend's. Nayati took one trembling step closer, tiny in comparison to this ruby painted woman and yet she didn't feel frightened by her size.
"P...Pleasure meet..." sounding it out slowly, tasting it in her mouth. It didn't make sense to her what it meant, but Romani had said 'Pleasure to meet you'. Looking up into her eyes with the innocent acceptance of a child, believing that everything she could ever speak was the truth. A tiny, tremulous smile brightened Nayati's little face. Svetlana was going to return? This alone had a tiny breathless giggle, barely more than a whisper, escaping her. Relief shone all over her face and the sadness, though still apparent, was blocked out by the temporary comfort brought on by Romani's words.
Though she didn't know when Svetlana would come back, the fact that Romani had promised her return was enough. The reminder of her mother had dark ruby eyes saddening. Would Roma judge her? Make her go back? But Svetlana hadn't...this encouraged her. "Momma hurt Nayati lots...Nayati bad, evil. Momma take Nayati here, hurt again, chase away. Say no come back. Momma leaves, Lana find Nayati." Eyes finding the ground and shuffling one tiny white hoof against the ground, ears drooping sadly and shivering as if the memory pained her. Nayati was the offspring of an affair, and her life was all about secrecy. Hiding away from her father and her mother's real mate. Many scars were hidden beneath the blood of the new wounds. Ones that would never fade, but would shrink as she grew. Looking back up at Romani with sad, conflicted eyes. "Is Nayati bad, Roma? What Nayati do? Always hurt..."
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the rose shadows said that they loved the sun, but they also loved the dark,
where their roots grew through the lightless mystery of the earth. the roses said: you do not have to choose.
| Outcast atk: 4 | def: 8 | dam: 7 |
| Mare :: Equine :: 14.2 :: 9 HP: 66 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Kasai :: White Tiger :: Wind Whip
Sparrow |
11-24-2012, 08:55 AM
(This post was last modified: 11-24-2012, 08:58 AM by Romani.)
 Romani
Azure eyes watched as the cinnamon spotted filly took a step towards her with obvious interest and uncertainty, and when their muzzles met Romani gently bumped hers against the youth’s, filing Nayati’s scent away in her mind with those she had previously met. She would remember this scent, of this poor youngling who so desperately needed guidance. When Nayati didn’t shy simply from their difference in size, Romani’s gentle smile grew. Perhaps, with the right molding and teaching, this filly could be quite the individual when she grew older…
The smile that had grown upon her face, however, faltered slightly when Nayati finally spoke of how she had retained such injuries. The compact mare could easily tell that whatever had happened was deeply troubling and traumatic, but what the filly revealed was horrifying. A mother chasing away her young? Immediate anger filled the Haflinger’s blood and made her want to lash out at the injustice of it all.
What kind of mother does that? She thought, shaking her head slightly, blue eyes distressed as she looked over the wounded creature before her. I should like to find this mare someday and show her what I think of her… A kick to the jaw is what she deserves, if not more.
A mother who would harm their foal like this wasn’t deserving of little Nayati’s love in the first place. Despite how much she wanted to act on the anger she felt, the palomino refrained. There would be no reason for it now, and the only thing it would do would upset Nayati further, and that Romani wouldn’t have.
“Nayati,” She murmured softly, pressing her dark muzzle gently against the filly’s once more, “Hush, little one… No, you aren’t evil. You could never be evil, or bad, or anything else your mother called you. You haven’t done anything wrong, I promise. You’re beautiful, and sweet, and wonderful.”
Here, she paused, not wanting to overstep any boundaries between her and Svetlana. The Chieftess would return, or at least Romani prayed she would, but the Haflinger didn't want Svetlana to think that she was intruding... Romani merely wanted to care for the youngling until the Stormchaser's return.
"Would you like to stay with me? I can look over you and keep you safe and warm, at least until Svetlana returns to you?"
| Outcast |
| Mare :: Equine :: 14.3hh :: four years |
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Rathunax :: Common Red Dragon :: Shock Breath
cailyn |
Nayati
you show me how to see that nothing is whole and nothing is broken
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Romani's gentle smile grew and Nayati was relieved to know that somehow she had done something right. Svetlana and Romani were perhaps not so different in Nayati's eyes. They were both kind and soft spoken when addressing Nayati, yet they were also so very different. Nayati watched Romani with surprisingly intelligent eyes. This was her best attribute- watching. After all she had watched, hidden in shadows, as Mother kept her secret. There was something different between the two of them, but Nayati couldn't place it yet. Instead removing her curious gaze and looking back at the palomino for guidance.
Much like Lana, Roma seemed quite distressed by what she revealed. Nayati didn't understand either of their reactions. How was she to know it was wrong? It was all she had known. Thinking Roma was upset with her, as she shook her head and glanced over her body, Nayati bowed her head and blinked hard to keep from crying again. Looking up as her name was spoken, wondering why it was said in such a soft decibel if Roma was upset with her.
Their muzzles brushed again, whisking away her fears immediately and drying her eyes without a word. Mahogany eyes turned wide and focused intently on her words. Was she? All these things, had they been lies? Was she truly so special? Overtaken by a surge of emotion the tiny doll stretched herself as high as she could and brushed their cheeks together, trailing her muzzle along her jaw back to where she had been, trying to display what she was feeling. Finding herself crying again but they were...happy tears? A shaky smile on her face as she laughed a little brokenly, as if surprised to discover somebody found her so precious.
After a hardly noticeable pause, Romani spoke once again. Nayati wanted to stay right where she was when she had noticed Svetlana's absence, to wait for her, but she knew she couldn't survive like that. And Romani had promised that Svetlana would return...Nayati nodded at last and came a few steps closer. "Roma no leave? Stay with Nayati? Nayati want stay with Roma..."
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the rose shadows said that they loved the sun, but they also loved the dark,
where their roots grew through the lightless mystery of the earth. the roses said: you do not have to choose.
| Outcast atk: 4 | def: 8 | dam: 7 |
| Mare :: Equine :: 14.2 :: 9 HP: 66 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Kasai :: White Tiger :: Wind Whip
Sparrow |
Romani
The Haflinger watched with curious gentleness as the little filly seemed to ponder the words she had spoken, satisfaction rippling down her spine when the youth seemed to believe her. Being through as much as Nayati had, the palomino had been worried that perhaps she wouldn’t believe her. The affection Nayati suddenly displayed, rubbing her smaller cheek against Romani’s red, larger one, caused her smile to broaden and her heart to melt. Lowering her head in some semblance of a nod, white forelock falling over her azure gaze, she spoke.
“You are more than welcome to stay with me, dear heart,” Romani whispered tenderly, the affectionate endearment falling from her lips with little thought, “I will stay with you until our Lana returns, and even when that happens, I will always be around if you need me.”
This helpless little thing, so tiny and fragile, kindled something deep within the ruby mare. She would defend Nayati until Svetlana’s return, but then what? Yes, she would always be Nayati’s friend after this, but… Was there more, perhaps, that she could to do defend Nayati? Or the herd, even? That was a question for another time, when she could sit and focus on it entirely. For now, a cinnamon peppered foal required her full attention.
Deciding she would try and take Nayati’s mind off of the horrid things she had endured, Romani ever so slowly settled herself down onto the ground, legs tucked up close to her body and ears perked forward. Gazing into the mahogany depths of the filly before her, Romani motioned with her muzzle for the babe to lay beside her, if she so wished.
“Would you like to lay, dear heart? I imagine you’re tired, and you should rest…”
[OOC: Sorry, it’s not one of my better posts… xD ]
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table by tempest @ sordid secrets
| Outcast |
| Mare :: Equine :: 14.3hh :: four years |
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Rathunax :: Common Red Dragon :: Shock Breath
cailyn |
Nayati
you show me how to see that nothing is whole and nothing is broken
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Broad, but ever so kind smile remained and never faded from the crimson female's face. It felt much like home, here in her presence. No, perhaps not home. More like an aunt's welcoming house when one must be taken care of while parents have taken leave. A comforting, familiar presence that soothed and brightened the cinnamon spotted princess. Perhaps this was what separated Svetlana and Romani, so similar yet the difference had been discovered. Had it? Nayati was only further confused by her thoughts, and felt rather helpless and small relying on this beautiful woman.
Bright azure eyes, the color of the sky that Nayati had yet to see in her youth, were infinitely different from the glittering charcoal of Svetlana. So many differences, but they shared the same loving heart. Affectionate nickname made Nayati feel shy and treasured, smiling delicately up at Romani. "Okay..." whispering as if afraid speaking normally would make Romani's image crack and crumble away into nothing. Either way, that didn't happen, the palomino folding her legs and lowering herself to the earth beside Nayati. It was shocking sometimes to discover how small she was, and hardly came to her chin even as her body touched the earth.
Lightly colored muzzle motion towards her side and Nayati wobbled forward on aching, trembling legs. Now that Romani had pointed it out, a deep exhaustion born of wild crashing and running had taken over her. Her awkward thin legs did not fold as delicately and gracefully as Romani's, but the doll was much too tired to even consider trying to impress her. The babe still had troubles with walking, after all. "Roma? You talk to Nayati? Before sleep." Remembering Svetlana's stories that would lull her softly into dreamland, always awakening with a sense of peace she only experienced by her side.
[[ooc: oh golly mine was awful ;-; don't feel bad haha]]
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the rose shadows said that they loved the sun, but they also loved the dark,
where their roots grew through the lightless mystery of the earth. the roses said: you do not have to choose.
| Outcast atk: 4 | def: 8 | dam: 7 |
| Mare :: Equine :: 14.2 :: 9 HP: 66 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Kasai :: White Tiger :: Wind Whip
Sparrow |
Romani Once settled upon the ground, Romani waited with a smile for the little filly to join her. She couldn’t help but marvel at the trust Nayati displayed towards her, and hoped that one day it wouldn’t get the youngling into trouble should she direct it towards someone else… Perhaps she would bring her worries to Svetlana, when the Chieftess returned. Shifting slightly once the peppered princess lay beside her, she encouragingly pressed her muzzle against the appaloosa’s neck, feeling Nayati’s smooth coat against her nose. It pained her that such a young creature had already experienced such neglect from the world… Now that Nayati was in the Foothills, however, where they could watch out for her, the cinnamon spotted youth would be able to flourish.
Nayati’s question caused the Haflinger to pause, and she pondered the question for a moment before nodding. There was no way she could deny the filly’s request, and so spent the next few seconds recalling her own foal-hood, when her mother would tell her epic tales of adventures or silly romances just before bedtime.
“Of course, dear heart… What would you like to hear about? Maybe I could tell you a story from my youth, of the Snow Princess Bryony, a beautiful white mare who’s mane flowed like silk and the adventure she found…” So, the palomino spoke, keeping her voice soothing, yet animated, as she indulged the filly of the tale of the white Princess Bryony. It was a common foal’s tale where she came from, and Romani figured that the sensitive adventure would do Nayati’s weary mind some good.
[OOC: I have a lot of fun with Romani and Nayati. X3 I'd like there to be more posts between them in the future, if that's alright with you.]
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table by tempest @ sordid secrets
| Outcast |
| Mare :: Equine :: 14.3hh :: four years |
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Rathunax :: Common Red Dragon :: Shock Breath
cailyn |
[[Of course! I'm sure we can label this closed then, Nayati likely would have fallen asleep~]]
the rose shadows said that they loved the sun, but they also loved the dark,
where their roots grew through the lightless mystery of the earth. the roses said: you do not have to choose.
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