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#14

03-11-2013, 06:26 PM

WILLOW & ERMINE

.arborun lignea .. .mare. ..23 years. .. .16.3 hands.

For a moment Willow isn't sure she has heard correctly when d'Artagnan speaks. She flicks her ears as if to test them, while the gentle smile on her lips slowly crumbles into confusion and then concern. She cannot seem to understand his implications that as a healer he does not wish to heal, and piece by piece it shatters her naive reality.

Like a fist hitting a mirror, so her psyche gradually splinters.

By the time all three have spoken, Willow's mind had finally clattered to the ground, spearing her heart with every shard of refusal they murmured. What was left was a bare wall and bruised feelings, but with the damage done, she could begin to recover.

Shaking her head roughly, mane whipping either side of her neck, Willow began to retreat. Her movements are cautious, as though anything too sudden might provoke them, or that she may somehow tumble into another rabbit hole and be faced with an even harsher reality than this. She is frightened, but more than that, she is hurt at the rejection. She will not remain her to be wounded though, Ermine's greater sensibility ensures that, his mind like a red flare against herds begging her to run, as are those of the Basin. She glances furtively towards Nadira and the rest as her hooves move delicately back, hoping they know the welcome has been worn as well, and that no battle will be waged.

"Y-y-es" Willow stammers in quiet response, "we will g-go then. S-sorry for the tro-ou-ouble." With a sudden exhale she spun on her haunches and dashed forward through the snow, green eyes wild in white as she glanced back to ensure the rest had followed.

As she runs a shadow descends, white wings lost in the white world - death come from above. Ermine shrills furiously, but is safe in Willow's boughs. She ducks her head, a terrified shriek leaping unbidden from her maw. She bucks defensively, the motion awkward with the tree swaying on her back, but she manages to stay upright.

So hasty and energized is her retreat that she does not stop even when the snow has left the ground. Like thunder she moves over the terrain, a storm relentless, until the ground falls beneath her.

A hidden hole dug in the ground swallows her up, another terrified noise strangling itself from her throat before darkness engulfs her and she falls unconscious.

[the end is The Grey taking her prisoner~]