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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2016 4:56 am
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2016 5:00 am
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The young, shaggy, skeletal mare stood shivering knee deep in snow as the gales of a snowstorm raged around her. As the winds cut through her coat like knives she began to question her decision for the first time since she had decided to run pure pared into the storm. She quickly shook aside her trepidation. It was better to die a quick death to the elements than a slow one in their service. Besides, worrying about it wasn't going to help her survive. She pushed aside all thoughts of death and slavery and focused on making her frozen body move. One foot, one step at a time. As long as she was breathing she could fight for her freedom. She would escape the nightmare that had been her life up to this point.
Gods, she hated cold. She was grateful that she was beginning to no longer be able to feel it. She showed of have at least snagged a cloak before running out into the storm that she was using to cover her tracks but unfortunately she had been to focused on getting gone. Through the wall of white around her there was no telling where she was. It was in hope alone that she continued moving in the closest thing she could get to a straight line in what she hoped was toward the closest edge of their territory. "Just another step." She muttered to herself over and over again.
It didn't take her long to lose track of time. Her world had narrowed to just white and making sure that she would take one more step. It could have been minutes or hours for all she knew. But time was just a trivial distraction that she pushed from her mind. After what seemed an eternity something changed. Looming out of the white was a tall dark shadow. Kally vaguely registered that it was a standing stone a good distance past where her goal had been. But she still couldn't allow herself to relax. Not yet. So she continued moving. One foot, one agonizing muscle at a time. She turned to follow the backside of the standing stone and continued in the direction that she hoped was a cliff she remembered from her foal-hood. The last time she had seen this area.
By the time she reached the rock wall that she barely remembered, the poor mare was barely coherent. The last thing she remembered was walking into a shadow. The she had stopped feeling the wind. It was still blowing, she knew. She could hear it. "Ah. So this must be death." Was the last thought that crossed her mind before her knees collapsed, dumping her in a cold rock floor.
WC:455
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2017 4:50 pm
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After the first day of drifting in and out of consciousness Kally became used to the sensation and didn't find herself in a panic every time she would wake or drift off again. As a matter of fact every time she recognized the ripple of her consciousness that meant she was waking she began to anticipate it. The liquid that she received on waking no longer made her stomach cramp in pain, which she took as a good sign. The presence of the other near her, the one who must be caring for her, began to be comforting. She hadn't been comforted by the presence of another being in what seemed like forever. Another lifetime. Back before.
Every time she woke she became more aware of what was happening around her. At first it was just the painful response of her stomach. Then it was awareness of another's presence. Next it was the kind voice that would softly lull her back into sleep. It wasn't long until she became aware that the voice was masculine in nature. Soon she was able to even understand the words he spoke to her, comforting though simple. 'Soon' she told herself every time she would drift off again. 'Soon I'll get up and keep going.'
When Kally next woke she felt different. Much more aware. She gave an experimental flick of her ears. Mere seconds later the now familiar bowl met her lips. She swallowed the broth as quickly as she could without choking or shocking her body back into sleep. This of course caused an expression of joy from her host. Licking her lips she tried for the first time in what seemed ages to open her eyes.Slowly, very slowly, for even the dim light that lit what had to be a cave was harsh to her. When she was able to focus she found herself looking into the face of a very handsome stallion. At that moment he was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. "Thank you." she tried to say. However all that came out was a pathetic rasp. All the same he seemed to understand what she was trying to convey.
Carefully she tested the movement in each of her legs. They were heavy and stiff with lack of use but otherwise seemed alright. After resting for a moment she exerted the effort to pull her legs under her and sit upright. She was used to weakness and stiffness, it happened when you had to work nearly constantly with little rest, so the effort it took to complete the task was no bother to her. As a matter of fact, with the nutrition and rest her body had been receiving, she felt almost powerful. Of course she was smart enough to know that standing was out of the question but it still felt good to be upright.
She gazed around taking in her surroundings. It was, of course, indeed a cave. It also appeared to be night outside as no light came from the entrance. She could still hear the raging sound of the storm she had walked into. The light that had been so intolerable to her a first was nothing more than the dim glow of a few banked embers. Though small, they were cheery. Or so it seemed to her. And the hint of heat they gave off warmed her through like nothing else. She felt more amazing than she had in as long as she could remember. She felt . . . free.
WC: 586
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