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The filly entered the herd’s land – her home – at the time the sun was just barely rising over the horizon. It was clear that her silver coat was tattered, covered in places with blood and sweat. Her fur was matted, mane and tail tangled beyond belief, and her button eyes…oh, they reflected the very horror that she had seen. She fell several times in her utter exhaustion, before she collapsed and would not rise. Her breathing was labored, and she gave in to the darkness that wanted so badly to claim her. The filly slept, but fitfully, for several hours; comatose; before she was able to open her eyes again. The nightmares had made certain that she would not be able to recover as she hoped she would; nightmares of sounds – snapping bones and tumbling rocks; a frightened voice warning her to stay back; and then the image of his body falling. Falling into the great unknown. She had not seen his body land, but surely, there was no way he was still alive. They were on the top of the mountain! Softly, the filly began to sob as the sun rose ever-higher, exposing all of her cuts and bruises, the swelling in all four of her legs, and the defeat that so clearly rested upon her shoulders. Why would the gods torture her like this? All she had wanted to do was meet the one she was told she should worship – and he failed to show himself to her. He failed to save her, or her friend. The filly could feel the cold bitterness rising up in her throat, burning as the sobs that wracked her frame. All she could do was lie there, waiting for whatever should come next in this nightmarish hell she called life. ”Speech” |
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Open to anyone. Coraline just watched her friend fall off Veneror Peak. She could use a hug. ;)
