ARAXES
tender heart
It was storming, raining. She knew that much, felt it, or was that the spray of the sea? Everything ached and she couldn't see, her mane was out of its braid, and her herbs were lost to the vast ocean. The bag survived, pressing against her chest where she lay on it, but there was nothing she wanted to see, feeling as if she were tucked in some massive cocoon.
Everything was.. muffled. Hearing. Touch. Scent. Everything.
Perhaps she had water in her ears and nose, had burned them with the salt from the sea.
The voice was muffled again, though it sounded like some sort of laugh, dark and low. Some sort of tone. She hadn't known this horse from anyone else, could have easily just walked by them without ever seeing. They were no one to her, but she was someone to them, and she felt her lungs ache with a breath, her chest feeling like it was crushing in on itself, felt like she was wrapped up in tight bandages that were stealing her breath away.
She could only hear a muffled sound of laughter, and she was only partially aware of anything, her head lifting, swaying on her neck as if she could see.
"Oh. Looks like your prince charming has made his appearance." A laugh. "Coming to save her? Please, we both know it's better off this way, before a war breaks out."
The shuffle of hooves was sounded, and the stranger turned away from Araxes, leaving her to lay there, to slowly lower her head down once more, one wing at an awkward angle, tangled in her mane, the other shaking and cupped to her head, twitching out feathers every so often.
All the speckled mare wanted to do was sleep, and the roar of the storm didn't even make her flinch. Pain stung every inch of her body, and a cough brought up another mouthful of briny water that bubbled past her lips, her chin slowly lowering to make contact with the rock.
Sleep, she could sleep, couldn't she? Her eyes closed behind the sea of white that was her mane, her.. everything, hurting.
The sea lapped at her, brushing against her every so often and pushing at her back end, or pulling. Maybe it was trying to lull her back in to its grasp, but she found she was fine where she was, front legs splayed awkwardly and laying half on her side, her rear legs tucked as much as they could.
Everything was.. muffled. Hearing. Touch. Scent. Everything.
Perhaps she had water in her ears and nose, had burned them with the salt from the sea.
The voice was muffled again, though it sounded like some sort of laugh, dark and low. Some sort of tone. She hadn't known this horse from anyone else, could have easily just walked by them without ever seeing. They were no one to her, but she was someone to them, and she felt her lungs ache with a breath, her chest feeling like it was crushing in on itself, felt like she was wrapped up in tight bandages that were stealing her breath away.
She could only hear a muffled sound of laughter, and she was only partially aware of anything, her head lifting, swaying on her neck as if she could see.
"Oh. Looks like your prince charming has made his appearance." A laugh. "Coming to save her? Please, we both know it's better off this way, before a war breaks out."
The shuffle of hooves was sounded, and the stranger turned away from Araxes, leaving her to lay there, to slowly lower her head down once more, one wing at an awkward angle, tangled in her mane, the other shaking and cupped to her head, twitching out feathers every so often.
All the speckled mare wanted to do was sleep, and the roar of the storm didn't even make her flinch. Pain stung every inch of her body, and a cough brought up another mouthful of briny water that bubbled past her lips, her chin slowly lowering to make contact with the rock.
Sleep, she could sleep, couldn't she? Her eyes closed behind the sea of white that was her mane, her.. everything, hurting.
The sea lapped at her, brushing against her every so often and pushing at her back end, or pulling. Maybe it was trying to lull her back in to its grasp, but she found she was fine where she was, front legs splayed awkwardly and laying half on her side, her rear legs tucked as much as they could.
@Torstein || muuuuuuuse
