Post by racechick on Jan 14, 2011 17:13:29 GMT -5
Grace
Thin walled nares flared, cilia devouring each scent, her brain raising no red flags to the normal aromas of the lands. Everything was untouched, except by her, and to Grace that was the best way. Heart thumped uneasily in her petty chest, adrenaline coursed through her veins at the speed of an out of control freight train, optics bloodshot. She'd hadn't slept in days, the d*mn insomnia, her d*mn mother. Grace shook her cranial cavity violently, that's the only way she could get rid of her mother's voice in her head. "There they are, behind you, they're going to get you! Run!" Grace burst into a gallop, sweat almost instantly covering her neck and shoulders, her breathing loud and unsteady.
Once she finally stopped, Grace was soaked from behind her rapidly swiveling soldiers to the base of her ink dipped tail. Legs shook, barely holding up her tiny frame, Grace unsure how she was even staying up right as she trotted numbly in a circle. A large oak tree stood peacefully not too far off, it's heavy limbs nearly touching the earth itself, that would be perfect protection for her. Grace cantered toward the welcoming timber, slowing to a fast paced walk as she pushed through the branches. The leaves tickled her back, the mare bucking as she leaped sideways. Inches from crashing into the trunk, Grace halted, muscles and tendons in her columns still quivering; the mare gulped loudly. Folding her aching members, the mostly ivory fae laid next to the tree, pressing herself tightly to the trunk. She didn't dare close her globes, though they ached as well, Grace focused on the world behind her shield.
Grace had learned many ways, in her time of wandering, how to make herself feel protected; an oak tree being one of them. It seemed to block her mother from her thoughts, and usually gave her a clearer state of mind. Grace exhaled deeply, letting her bodice relax, her onyx crown wrapped down by her fore legs; harks catching the sound of birds chirping a lovely tune, as the mare fell into a much needed sleep...
Once she finally stopped, Grace was soaked from behind her rapidly swiveling soldiers to the base of her ink dipped tail. Legs shook, barely holding up her tiny frame, Grace unsure how she was even staying up right as she trotted numbly in a circle. A large oak tree stood peacefully not too far off, it's heavy limbs nearly touching the earth itself, that would be perfect protection for her. Grace cantered toward the welcoming timber, slowing to a fast paced walk as she pushed through the branches. The leaves tickled her back, the mare bucking as she leaped sideways. Inches from crashing into the trunk, Grace halted, muscles and tendons in her columns still quivering; the mare gulped loudly. Folding her aching members, the mostly ivory fae laid next to the tree, pressing herself tightly to the trunk. She didn't dare close her globes, though they ached as well, Grace focused on the world behind her shield.
Grace had learned many ways, in her time of wandering, how to make herself feel protected; an oak tree being one of them. It seemed to block her mother from her thoughts, and usually gave her a clearer state of mind. Grace exhaled deeply, letting her bodice relax, her onyx crown wrapped down by her fore legs; harks catching the sound of birds chirping a lovely tune, as the mare fell into a much needed sleep...