ARAXES
tender heart
The snarl of the storm was a faded thing, thunder and lightning soft and muffled in her waterlogged ears. Every breath hurt, and she was barely aware of her two sons coming in to the fray.
The ocean lapped at her hindquarters, dragging tendrils of black hair out with it. Her tail seemed to come alive in the waters, waving like kelp on the surface. It kept her aware, somewhat, when she heard the talking, despite every breath burning out of her lungs and causing her chest to ache. Maybe it ached for more than the struggle for air, it was likely from bruising under the surface, and a broken rib or two. Every breath hurt, and every so often, there was a shiver that ran down her, her body's attempt to keep warm in some way, with the cold water leeching at what she had.
It took the touch to bring her around somewhat once more, her slate eyes opening and blinking. Touch, touch, touch, who is it? Hadn't Tor been there, and Sia, and Cyn? Yes, they had, she knew they had. Why was it hard to think? To breathe? To move? Araxes only moved when she was nudged, and she recognized the colors, the horns, she knew. Tor, once again, coming back to the forefront of her mind. As he moved her head, she attempted to follow suit with her body.
It was a struggle just to get her legs to move, aching muscles pulling as she scrambled on the rock. Each attempt caused her hooves to slip on the rock, and it took someone leaning against her to move her upward at last, to get her to stand, or at least attempt to stand. She leaned heavily on Tor, and on the other that was against her. One of their sons, no doubt, and she felt herself sink a little, her eyes closing again as she exhaled and coughed, her entire body wracking.
The ocean lapped at her hindquarters, dragging tendrils of black hair out with it. Her tail seemed to come alive in the waters, waving like kelp on the surface. It kept her aware, somewhat, when she heard the talking, despite every breath burning out of her lungs and causing her chest to ache. Maybe it ached for more than the struggle for air, it was likely from bruising under the surface, and a broken rib or two. Every breath hurt, and every so often, there was a shiver that ran down her, her body's attempt to keep warm in some way, with the cold water leeching at what she had.
It took the touch to bring her around somewhat once more, her slate eyes opening and blinking. Touch, touch, touch, who is it? Hadn't Tor been there, and Sia, and Cyn? Yes, they had, she knew they had. Why was it hard to think? To breathe? To move? Araxes only moved when she was nudged, and she recognized the colors, the horns, she knew. Tor, once again, coming back to the forefront of her mind. As he moved her head, she attempted to follow suit with her body.
It was a struggle just to get her legs to move, aching muscles pulling as she scrambled on the rock. Each attempt caused her hooves to slip on the rock, and it took someone leaning against her to move her upward at last, to get her to stand, or at least attempt to stand. She leaned heavily on Tor, and on the other that was against her. One of their sons, no doubt, and she felt herself sink a little, her eyes closing again as she exhaled and coughed, her entire body wracking.
@Torstein @Siavax || wheee
