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Post by treebranch on Jul 2, 2015 21:09:54 GMT -5
Syria || Exile Scout || Mare
Syria gave Prophet a nod as he went over to help him, and even the bachelor Evalynn helped them with her skill of fire bending. It reassured her of perhaps things indeed could be different. Syria sighed with relief as they made it into the church though the cry for help alerted her, but Evalynn and another were already on it. Syria began to fill with sudden worry, though she knew there was no reason for her to leave and help, she had no gift that would aid this sort of thing. She was a diplomat not a warrior. Eyes looked about the church area as others helped keep the areas blocked. Syria stood guard stomping on any rat that dared to try to wiggle itself in.
Ears perked up again as Prophet asked for sound of. "Syria." she chirped out as she glanced around once more, soon everyone would be here safe and sound right> Syria didn't know who was missing and who was here. How many bachelors were there?" The speckled mare gulped with a bit of a nervousness, though the attention of a few rats sneaking in kept her mind focused on a task. She stomped down on them once more and tossed their bodies out of the area. They last thing they all needed was to be surrounded by more death. Surely they have had enough. "Is everyone alright that is in here so far?" she asked out to them all. To those that needed aid Syria would try her best to help them out. Be a shoulder to lean on or something to chat with to ease their minds. Though they needed to help those that needed it quick especially in case more rats come or.... something worse. Shaking her speckled face Syria would not allow herself to think of such things, but her mind was always a bit chaotic. Thinking of outlandish scenarios and coming up with ways to cope with each one.
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q-oi
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Post by q-oi on Jul 3, 2015 4:52:11 GMT -5
Mercedes was lost in thought as Adhara approached, her eyes round as she assessed the situation. What would Addie say to her? Would she be angry? Merce quickly lowered her gaze in submission, listening to Addie's sweet, familiar voice filled her ears. She flinched involuntarily as her former lover's soft nose touched her neck, her ears pinning back as she stepped forward to return the gesture. She only took a brief moment to breathe in Addie's familiar scent and letting memories flood through her before stepping back. "So that's what Nicolae told everyone? That I was dead?" Merce's voice cracked as she spoke, allowing herself to break a bit before regaining her composure. "Forgive me for being gone so long," she offered Addie a gentle smile, enjoying the moment of peace.
It was soon shattered as she heard pattering on concrete, turning to see rats crawling out from the dark gutters of the streets. Mercedes froze in place, going into panic mode as she stared at the rats advancing. She didn't hear Addie calling for her to stick close, only hearing the click of teeth as a rat leaped at her. She shied, bucking as the rats snapped at her heels. The small mare went into a full panic as the others started heading towards the church, shrieking and taking off in a different direction. She heard the echo of a familiar cry somewhere behind her, but she was too busy with the few rats on her heels. She screamed as one latched onto her hindquarters, bucking desperately to get it off. Pain tore through her as she urged herself on, the only thought in her mind was run. Run. Run. Run from the rats, run from her past, run from everything. Any other sensible horse would have turned around and fought, but she could just run. Merce choked out a sob as she ran, wondering if these were her last moments... She thought of her baby boy, wondering how he would fare without her. How would Addie be without her after seeing her for the first time in four years. She thought of Robin, remembering the bloody scene of her lying on the battlefield, her throat torn open and her body cold. Would she end up like that? Mercedes gasped as she felt a sudden warm breeze, swearing that she could smell Robin's summery scent. Robin wouldn't want her to die alone, and especially not while running away like a coward.
Merce slammed her hooves down, skidding on the concrete and taking the rats by surprise. She twisted around and faced them, snorting in contempt as she kicked at them. She whinnied harshly as she got a few bites out of it, but in the end, she won. She nickered proudly to herself, kicking up her heels and flying back to the church. Her eyes were bright, yet weary with exhaustion, as she noticed the doors were still open. She put on her last ounce of strength to dash into the church, sliding to a stop and panting heavily. She hung her head in shame as she recollected what she'd done. She'd panicked and disobeyed. Merce looked up, waiting for retribution from Kyanos and noticing he wasn't there. Neither was Addie. Mercedes felt her heart skip a bit as more panic flooded in. What if they were hurt? She rushed to the doors, ignoring her wounds and exhaustion as she searched the streets desperately for them.
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Post by ShifterPrincess on Jul 3, 2015 9:08:18 GMT -5
Shiya | Exile Scout | Mare
Where’s Addie? Where’s Addie?!
On and on it chanted within her thoughts as she scanned over who was or raced in this strange stone place, forgetting to even apologise to Aragon for nearly colliding into her before. Barely even registering the gray stallion screaming for the two ‘back doors’ to be secured shut. Her ears pinned and her hooves shifted nervously when she found most of the faces surrounding her she did not recognise, apart from Aragon. Where was everyone?!
Just as fear was sneaking its claws into her heart once more, familiar faces slipped in through the opening; Prophet, Salvatore, Syria and even a pintaloosa mare she barely recognised from her time with the Olde. And yet Addie did not. Heeding Prophet’s call, Shiya barely managed to raise her trembling voice to answer. “I-I’m here. But….where’s Addie?”
It was then she heard a scream for help. No no no noNO, feeling her blood freeze and legs stiffen, she knew that was Addie. She left her there, she left her there. She had abandoned her to those little monsters. Just as she made to follow Evalynn, the gray stallion had hastily cleared out the rats and closed the opening to this stone cave. Unsettled by suddenly being closed in and cursing herself for leaving Addie, Shiya felt her trembling intensify as a stray tear fell from tightly closed eyes. She could never forgive herself if Addie perished.
Startled by the doors bursting open, Shiya danced out of the way of the white mare that slid to a stop and yet she too did not stay long. Out she was again on the rock ground and again the beady eyed rats tried to enter this place again. Livid by their persistence, her instinct once more took control as a gust of wind propelled the hordes a great distance away from the entrance.
Yet there were consequences for the newly gifted mare.
Her vision swam profusely as her energy suddenly vanished from her legs and dropped precariously to her knees. No she had to get back up, keep the rats out. “H-help,” she moaned to the others while she tried to raise to her hooves again. “K-keep the rats out, - while we wait for.. others to come back.”
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Post by themoonphase on Jul 3, 2015 9:39:34 GMT -5
Salvatore | Stallion | Exile Guard
Suddenly the dunalino stallion was blinded by endless amounts of blood, and not only his own. He heard the snapping of bones and crunching of skulls as others aided him, but he still could not see... he could not see. He could not see. Salvatore began to panic, bouncing back onto his rear legs and flailing about, as if that would help him see better. All he could smell was the metallic scent of excruciating amounts of blood, and all he could feel was the agonizing pain at his feet as if he were walking on lava. Some guard I am, needing others to aid me when I should be aiding others, he wept as he felt the two mares shove at his flanks. This is not how it's supposed to be.
The stallion moved along as fast as he could with the mares as they pushed him forward, his tears invisible by the obscene amount of blood that caked to his fur. He was no longer shades of palomino, now his blonde coat was tainted a sickening red-brown colour, and he was covered in deep wounds that not only emptied out dangerous amounts of blood, but wounds that would turn into scars and would last forever. He began to think of his love, Io, and wondered if he would even be recognizable to her. The rats tore out strips of his mane and left scars across his neck. Skin was torn clean off his ankles, and there was no doubt now that he had either lost his right eye to the rat or he had simply been wounded so badly he was now blind.
Salvatore grinned in an almost embarrassing fashion as he saw Prophet now coming to his side for aid. "Prophet," the guard finally spoke, his voice clearly weak. He looked from prophet to the two mares by his side, giving each a grateful smile. "Thank you, all of you," he uttered with a shaky voice. He probably would have been killed if it weren't for the courage of these mares, one of which was a scout - much more a guard than he was. The three graciously guided the weakened stallion to the church, just as the Bachelor captain stormed out. With one good eye he peered over to where he stampeded, noticing another Exile trapped in an alley near the church. She was surrounded by rats, and he watched with pricked ears as the Bachelor male defended her, stomping on rat after rat along with another female Bachelor before the three stormed back toward the church with an overwhelming amount of rodents in tow. Salvatore waited right outside the church doors, using all his strength to eliminate as many rats that tried getting inside as he could as he shouted. "Let's go, everyone inside! No one gets left behind!"
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ooc:// Post mentions that Sal either lost his eye or the rat simply took away his vision as it attacked his face. The latter is true; he is permanently blinded in his right eye. Something I planned as this roleplay went along. |
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Post by gingergoddess on Jul 3, 2015 18:03:49 GMT -5
[Adhara//Exile Scout//Mare]
The next few minutes were all a blur for the appaloosa mare. One moment her life was flashing before her eyes as she prepared for the end, and then the next she was being ushered to the church by her rescuers, neither of which were Exiles. Her rescuer's voices rang in her ears, but she couldn't find the words to respond as shock began to take over her body. She just nodded, staying close to the large pintaloosa mare as she flung fire at the rats. The smell of burning flesh and fur was nauseating, but Adhara tried to ignore it as she stumbled forward on shaky legs. These horses had risked their lives for her, she wasn't about to slow them up anymore than she could help.
Pain shot through her small body as she tripped, falling to her knees as a rat scurried beneath her. Wincing, she forced herself to her feet once more, grabbing a bit of the larger mare's mane in order to steady herself. A sigh of relief escaped her lips as she spotted the church. forcing the pain in her legs and belly aside, she pushed through the fatigue for the final stretch. They were almost to safety, and she'd be damned if she was going to keep anyone from that. As they approached the massive building, Adhara saw a familiar pale form out of the corner of her eye. Turning to a small side road, she saw Mercedes standing amidst the fallen bodies of a few rats.
"Merce!" She called weakly. "I'm over here! We're alright!" She glanced at the large reddish mare beside her as she spoke, silently thankful for her quick thinking and victorious rescue. Without her, none of what she'd said would have been the case. Just a few more long strides brought the small group to the church's massive wooden doors. Nickering softly, Adhara stepped into the building, looking around in awe. She had never wandered into the city before today, let alone inside one of the buildings. They had always seemed so daunting to her...now, as the thick walls provided shelter and safety, she began to see it in a different light. There was a certain elegance...a beauty here that Adhara had never seen, and though she was still moderately uncomfortable trapped inside it's walls, it was much better than the alternative for the moment.
Hobbling over to a quiet corner, the little grulla collapsed on the ground. Exhausted, she began looking over her body, assessing her injuries. Looking back at the small group of horses, she smiled gently as she noticed Shiya's small form standing near Prophet. Good. She had gotten to safety with little incident. Glancing from face to face, she searched out the rest of the horses she knew. Syria was standing near Salvatore who looked to have an injured eye, and Aragon stood nearby as well. The only face she hadn't seen yet was Mercedes's, but she could easily still be in the doorway, speaking to the stallion who had saved her.
[Post 9,Word Count: 502, +1 tier to Adhara]
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Post by treebranch on Jul 3, 2015 19:08:11 GMT -5
Syria || Exile Scout || Mare
Syria remained near Salvatore, her worry for the stallion growing all the more as he looked worse for wear. "You don't need to thank me. Its what we do for family." She smiled to him brightly. Ears perked up as she looked over to Shiya, eyes widen a bit as she looked to Salvatore and then back over to Shiya, she suddenly felt torn at the seam. "Shiya take it easy, I can keep guard for a while." she remarked offering a gentle smile to her. Syria moved towards the doors, her adrenaline continued to rush within her. Breathing life and energy within her, it was like a pulse that seemed to pour more into her with each breath. Tail flickered as she kept guard and awaited for the others to move in.
Hooves stomped as she crushed the rats and kicked them away from them. Syria smiled as she spotted Addie come in. Syria noted how the others were so keen others. They had a strong bond, like that of siblings it seemed,it made her glad to see them all here once more together. Though worry seemed to grow within her as she watched Addie crumble to the ground. Everyone so exhausted and worn the only thing that seemed to keep Syria up was the adrenaline. Eyes flickered to the bachelors a bit, Syria was indeed quite thankful for them. For allowing Exiles to take shelter with them, not all may have acted the same in all honesty. In the moment of silence it was times like this Syria wish her mind would shut down, to feel at ease, but her mind was ever restless.
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Post by q-oi on Jul 5, 2015 2:03:56 GMT -5
Mercedes smiled and sighed in relief as saw the grulla mare stumble in. "Addie!" She called, watching her settle before cantering over to her. She paused before her former love, tears welling in her eyes as she looked over the wounds she bore. Merce took a deep breath, folding her legs underneath her and resting close to Adhara. She draped her neck over the mare's, closing her eyes and allowing her tense body to relax. She ignored the grit and stone digging into her wounds, putting all her focus into giving Addie attention. She smelled like home, but Merce's home was with the Bachelors now... Of course she could always go back... No, not while Nicolae was still alive. She sighed, pulling her head back and touching her nose to Addie's. Four long years. Too long to be away from someone she had loved. "How's everyone else in the herd?" She murmured, gazing at Addie with large blue eyes. Mercedes stared into her sky blue orbs, tearing her gaze away after a moment. She refocused her attention on Addie's wounds, lowering her head and licking them clean. "I've missed you," she whispered, pausing her actions and letting her tears slide down her pale cheeks.
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Post by gingergoddess on Jul 5, 2015 23:23:05 GMT -5
[Adhara//Exile Scout//Mare]
"Addie..."
The mare looked up as a familiar voice spoke her name. "Merce..." the name stuck in her throat once more as she whispered her response. "How's everyone else in the herd? I've missed you.." Addie sighed softly as the pale mare pressed her warm velvety muzzle against her own as tears began welling up in her own eyes. "We're doing well... Nicolae was worried sick when you disappeared....He still goes out looking for you from time to time. We all assumed you had died. Were you captured? What have the Bachelors done to you...?" Concern flooded the appaloosa as she looked at her once lover asking question after question. "You can come home with us...You should come home with us. I'd figure out a way to help you escape these barbarians..." She spoke in hushed tones, looking around the room at the Bachelors to make sure no one was listening in before turning her attention back to the mare. "Now would be the perfect time..." She trailed off, beginning to devise a plan in her mind's eye. "Oh Mercedes....I've missed you terribly..." The grulla threw her neck around her friend's, pulling her close. "I'm just so glad you're alive!" She pulled away briefly, staring deep into the pony's deep, liquid, eyes. It was so surreal, laying there, next to the mare she loved...almost like a fairy tale.
Every fairy tale Adhara had ever heard of had to come to an end though, and the slam of the large wooden door brought the mare back to reality. Forcing her away from her almost dream like state that made anything seem possible. She looked up at the faces of her herd mates, remembering the mission they had been sent out to complete.
"Merce...If you don't mind me asking...What are you all doing out here alone? I've never heard of the Bachelors splitting up like this...Is everything alright?" She quieted her voice as she continued. "They aren't planning on attacking the Exiles while we try to return home, are they?" Her eyes filled with fear at the prospect. Why else would they send their mares into hiding...Unless all the stallion's were off waging war , or in the very least, plotting to do so, none of it made sense. "What's going on here, darling?"
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Post by ponybones on Jul 6, 2015 18:21:24 GMT -5
(( Congratulations! You are nearing the end of your plot - please post just one 'summation' post for your character following this to wrap up your character's role in the Objective!))
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Post by songsthedeadmensing on Jul 6, 2015 19:09:26 GMT -5
Everyone was in the church now. Safe and sound...for now.
Iscah was relived. They could rest for the time being. Those who were injured could have their wounds tended to. It seemed the group of Exiles knew the pale brood Mercedes, having a joyous and tearful little reunion as they helped tend to each others wounds. It warmed her heart to watch it. How sweet, she thought before turning her attention to other matters.
Standing in the nave of the church, Iscah kept to herself while the others chatted - an odd behavior for her. She would have socialized, but from her earlier chatter, it was clear her fellow Bachelors didn't wish to socialize with her much, and the group of Exiles were busy with other things. So she looked around the church instead, humming very faintly. It was a beautiful place. There were paintings still hanging and many of the stain glass windows were still intact. The pews weren't in the best shape though. At the front there was a large altar, which had strange crosses. A man hung on one of the larger ones. They confused her, it must have been some sort of symbol for the humans.
She looked back over her shoulders to the others. She was thankful the Exiles had chosen to help out. The Bachelors had not always been the kindest to their herd.
[word count: 230] - [post seven] - [+1 tier]
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savannauni
Bachelor Herd
Do what you want to do. Keep building it up higher, keep burning it down.
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Post by savannauni on Jul 7, 2015 0:03:27 GMT -5
"Addie!" Aragon called seeing she was left outside. She watched, unable to move as prophet and a bachelor forced her into the church. A quiet breath of relif came from the small mare. That was everyone. They were all safe. The young roan heard project asking for the sound off "Aragon here." She said and gave a small smile before returning to looking around at the horses. The bachelors interested her most though. One with a white pelt and a scar sitting upon her muzzle spoke to Addie as if she was on old friend. Another she noticed wasn't truly with the group, she was standing alone looking over the walls of the sanctuary.
Curious Aragon slowly walked over towards the grey mare. With a haggard sigh she laid down, tucking her small legs under her. At this point she could sleep for hours it felt like. Her strength had disappeared, her back legs especially covered in millions of bite marks, even some flesh had been ripped off, but she still wanted to talk, even though she was on her belly. "Hello." She chirped, her voice was much more upbeat than her body, from where Aragon was laying she felt tiny next to the bachelor mare. "Did any of the rats catch you?" She asked her, unsure if she was hiding anything or trying to brush off any wound.
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NaporieRizia
Bachelor Herd
Servatis a periculum. Servatis a maleficum.
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Post by NaporieRizia on Jul 7, 2015 8:57:36 GMT -5
((I'm replying with my phone as I am in the middle of nowhere for an internship right now and don't have WiFi. Please excuse any typos.))
Thanks stayed back at the door until every one of his charges were in. He heard the mare they just rescued call out a name, one he was glad to hear. She was here now, she was safe. He let out a relieved sigh as the last of the horses walked into the church. With a grunt he shoved the doors closed, pushing a broken down pew end in front of it to hold it closed. Clouded eyes scanned over the horses that were in the large building. Even being so big it seemed a lot smaller with so many. At least everyone was safe now though, that was what mattered. He had done it. He had gotten everyone safe and sound. He had succeeded.
The relieve that washed over him did not last long though as the adrenaline rush was fading and suddenly he could feel the pain of the missing fesh on his legs and lower belly, as well as the burning of his tired legs that screamed at him in protest to how hard he'd pushed himself. His legs trembled as he stood there, inhaling deeply to catch his breath. He wouldn't lay down though, even if he wanted to. It wasn't in his nature to lay down with so many around him, especially Exiles. He didn't really have a choice though, mind of matter only works just so long before your body refuses to listen anymore, and that was exactly what his did. Without a single warning his legs gave out from under him and he crumbled into a bloody heap on the floor.
Kyanos let out a sharp breath as the hard floor rubbed the tender broken skin of his legs and underbelly, but he didn't make a sound otherwise. He would have stood if he could, but he was sure his legs would not carry him at the moment. He peered around at all of the others who chose to lay down as well. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad to rest a little while. He shifted to a more comfortable position, rocking painfully forward and hanging his head over his front legs as he let his eyes drift closed. They were safe, everyone was safe. His job was done. Perhaps a short break was permissible. He allowed his body to relax, hardly moving but for the slow heave of his sides and the constant flicker of his ear. Always on the alert, even when safe.
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Post by treebranch on Jul 8, 2015 9:41:27 GMT -5
Syria || Exile Scout || Mare
A sigh of relief escaped her lips as the others tumbled into the church. Syria nodded to them, grateful that all have made it to this haven in one piece. The speckled mare took a spot next to Salvatore, she still worried about the poor fellow. Seafoam green eyes watched the others, many of them conversed with one anyone in playful chatter, while for once Syria decided it was best to remain silent. The chatter filled the silence and Syria seemed keen on picking up anything that may have been of any importance. Was this mission a complete failure? Syria honestly was quite unsure, they did find out things, but the more they seemed to find the more questions there was. Regardless Syria was merely thankful to still be able to stand on her own hooves, thankful they all made it back to the church on once piece.
It was odd how despite the circumstances they could team up and care for all, leave no horse behind. Odd how the split herds could actually be one. Nothing much made them different besides their traditions and rules, though even those seemed to waver from time to time. Syria indeed began to wonder, how much bending of the rules could the herds handle. Shaking her mane, she sighed outwards once more. The adrenaline rush was gone and the overwhelming wave of tiredness affected her. It was nice for a short moment to forget about the difference in herd and just for a moment, breath and be thankful for what they all had.
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Post by TyraDragoness on Jul 10, 2015 19:32:20 GMT -5
{ Akira | Bachelors | Slave Brood }
Everything that happened next was all a blur. The pain in her withers, the crunch and sudden yank as the rat came free and was tossed aside. If she hadn't had the thin grey form to follow, she probably would have run right into a building. It seemed that practically every step she took, her hoof snagged on a broken rock or her muscles felt like jelly. Hot, crimson blood trickled down her pale golden coat and marred her legs. The screams and whinnies of the other horses rang in her ears, but her eyes were cloudy and out of focus. One two three four. She had to keep her feet moving, one after the other. No matter how much it hurt or she wanted to quit. Maybe it was better this way...maybe she should just stop and let the rats devour her. It didn't matter anymore right? She'd been captured by the very herd she'd spent her entire life terrified of. If she didn't bear a colt, she would be tossed out while her daughter taken in her place. It would cause her baby the same excruciating pain of being torn apart from her mother that she herself had suffered. She supposed it was that constant little voice telling her to keep going that kept her muscles alive just long enough to get to the church. The little voice that told her if she died, her mother's death would have been in vain. That she would find a way out somehow, some way.
With that same out of focus terror in her normally warm chocolate eyes, Akira dove through the church's front doors at Kyanos's heels, tumbling to her knees before sliding a few feet on her already dirtied side once she was through. The splintered wooden floor dug into her skin and only added to the trail of blood she was leaving behind, but the poor mare was too spent to care. Besides, maybe if she was bruised and scarred, the bachelors would give up on her. She continued to lay there for several minutes, her lungs screaming for oxygen as her chest rapidly rose and fell. her dark silky mane was spread haywire across the floor, her matted tail strewn behind her. Finally, when she realized the rest of the mix-matched group of bachelors and exiles was still trickling in, she knew she had to move or else risk getting trampled. Though after a few vain attempts to stand, she ended up more like half crawling across the room behind the last row of pews off to the side. Leaning her head against the wall, the buckskin kept her eyes glued on the entrance, still very aware of the scurrying rats that echoed outside the cathedral walls and anxious that she hadn't seen Merce and some of the others yet. At last when the stragglers managed to make into the shelter, she allowed herself to close her eyes. It seemed her entire body throbbed and she wished everything...would stop. This was why she was a loner...why she didn't trust others to look after her own safety. And now her body and pride were both severely hurt. More than anything at that moment, Akira wished she could just disappear.
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(Sorry about the absence and the short post guys. Just have a lot of family matters going on right now and kinda lost inspiration.. :c ) |
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Post by q-oi on Jul 12, 2015 0:30:37 GMT -5
Mercedes leaned into Addie's touch, letting herself relax against the other mare. She stiffened a moment later as the grulla mentioned her ex husband, her breath catching in her throat. Her scar itched as she thought of Nicolae searching for her, hunting her down, waiting to skin her and Aiden alive. Merce shook her head, focusing on Addie. "I can't go home..." She whispered, touching her nose to the other mare's. "Not while Nick is still breathing." She sighed heavily, pinning her ears back. "I wasn't captured, Addie. I ran away," her voice was soft as she spoke, her shoulders heavy from the weight of her secrets. "It's a long story.. I'll tell you soon enough." Mercedes offered her a sweet smile, her blue eyes bright. The sound of the door slamming made her jump, scooting closer to the Exile mare. She noticed the serious look on her old lover's face, wincing at the questions she asked. "I... I honestly don't know." She whimpered, her voice hushed as she lowered her gaze. "All I know is that they sent everyone to different locations and my baby is hopefully somewhere safe." She sighed, praying that little Aiden was alright. "I'm not exactly the horse you should be asking to know what's going on." Mercedes finished with a weary sigh, resting her head against Addie's spotted shoulder and closing her eyes.
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