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Post by Snowflake Smoky on Dec 3, 2011 22:53:24 GMT -5
Despite that, he had a bit of an honest worry too. There were rumors of war, and he hadn't a clue whether the North would be involved in this. If it was, it was his duty to fight in return for the refuge he had found here. As little taste as he had for fighting, he was decent, and it would be rather nice to be useful. He almost wondered if she'd let him though. The blind mare 'saw' better than most people, and almost seemed able to stare into the very soul. He'd never mentioned to her his distaste for violence, but he had a sneaking suspicious thought that she knew. Regardless, he'd go off fighting if it was a fight that she backed, though he'd not like to be on the aggressor's side. It would be nice to be useful for a while too, not just acting as a hermit. Which was most of what he'd been doing lately, spending time trying to puzzle out who he was more than anything. It was an interesting and complex debate, the matter of oneself, and though some might call it vanity, he viewed it as curiousity. After all, I know I'm good looking. Not that it matters, Rasta can't really see that now can she. If she's been wondering where I am, she'll have been looking for whatever her sixth-sense takes the time to display me as. That's the way it should be, who you really are. Which lead right back to the problem that he didn't really know who he was. There was time to figure that out though, and at the moment he was done playing hermit. He hadn't seen hair nor tail of Rasta though, and he couldn't smell any trace of her scent on the wind. He wondered if he'd come to the right corner of the North, but then again this was where he'd always found her before. Maybe it was a game to play, hide and seek. "Come out, come out where ever you are!" When he still hadn't seen anything, it made him wonder. Perhaps she was angry with him over something, though he had no idea what it might have been. "Really Rasta, stop hiding please. I'm afraid I'm not terribly good at this game. I haven't angered you somehow have I?"
All he could figure is that he'd stayed away too long, but it shouldn't really matter. As much as he liked to compliment her, he was almost certain she had a mate somewhere. He wasn't anything on her radar but a friend. He pushed that thought out of his mind, something to ward off in case it should decide to come back. Maybe she had fared poorly since the last time he had seen her, maybe he had missed word of an illness or an injury that would prevent her from traveling. Nothing like that could have happened, he was just getting himself too worked up over this. Amazing how that happened when you cared about someone, on any level. Even if you hated someone, you cared about what happened to them, because if wasn't by your hand then you still didn't feel as if the slight to you was healed. There was movement at the edge of his peripheral vision though, and he could only hope that it was a signal of arrival. Even if it wasn't Rasta's, it would be nice to meet someone else here. That would likely be one of her first questions too, whether or not he'd come across someone else. It was almost sad to think that he'd have to tell her no. He sighed to himself. He was infatuated, amusingly so, with something he couldn't have. It was like a young colt taking liking to the lead mare of the herd. Actually, it was near exactly like that. Let it go Taj, you silly beast. You're simply upset that you couldn't have one. You've always been a ladies' man, and you've never coped well with being denied. It's doubtful she even knows you fancy her, and it's best kept that way. Friendship is always the most valuable thing. It really was the best path, and so Taj turned from his thoughts and toward his visitor. [/size] |
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Post by Abba on Dec 3, 2011 23:12:47 GMT -5
All these stupid silly songs
keep trying to catch your ear
I'm trying desperately it's just so hard to persevere. The golden mare slid through the trees, glad to finally be out of Scathashoun's grasp. Whenever he was around her mind was messed up, more concentrated on getting him back with her, back with his caring soul. She couldn't keep her head straight. In fact, she had nearly gotten herself killed back there. He had killed, right before her, and left his corpse for her. Her body shuddered at this thought as a familiar voice wandered through the air and to her ears. ""Come out, come out where ever you are!" and she stifled a laugh. Ah, but she did quite enjoy hiding. "Really Rasta, stop hiding please. I'm afraid I'm not terribly good at this game. I haven't angered you somehow have I?" his voice called out again and at this moment she allowed herself to stop in the foliage which was so good at hiding her thin, Arabian build. "Why, my darling, I must say though that I am quite good at that game." she said with a laugh, her voice filling the air for a few moments. She stayed where she was though, letting her voice die out before she emerged from the brush. "Don't worry my dear Taj. You haven't angered me." she said gently brushing her maw against his shoulder in a greeting before pulling back a little.
It felt nice to allow her mind to wander a tad bit and she shook the snow off of her coat which was falling down around the area. "Someone I once loved has angered me, needless to say he is no longer granted the luxury of being someone I care for." she said, her stance pulling up a little bit taller as she snorted, mist billowing out around her face as she looked up to him. "How have you been? I see your fan club still hasn't ventured out to join you?" she said lightening the mood a little bit before prancing in place to keep herself warm. Her winter coat had always neglected to come in until it was almost too late, and she still had barely any fluff in her pelt. "Still in as good of shape as when I last saw you, though," she mused, before shaking out her pelt again and lifting her maw straight up into the air, allowing a bit of snow to fall down upon it... [/blockquote] ==Into the Mind .410 words . Minstrel's Prayer - Cartel. . I got muse! xD[/size] |
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Post by Snowflake Smoky on Dec 4, 2011 0:35:51 GMT -5
" I've been well, though perhaps better. I've been spending far too much time hidden away with my thoughts. What about you? Besides more recent occurrences that is." He paused for a moment, taking the time to laugh at her second question. Old jokes were made to warm the heart, even if they did remind one of being an overly-cocky little prat sometimes. It was nice to think that she remembered their first meeting that well. "Ah, but you've no idea how hard it was to slip from their grasp! You know how difficult the non-existent can be." It was a little distracting when she starting prancing, an even more extreme measure against the cold than shaking the snow off. It took a closer glance to uncover that her coat wasn't nearly as thick as it should be by this time of year, barely fluffed up with the start of winter hair. His by comparison made him look positively insulated, thick and puffed as it should be. He rarely had to even venture to shake the snow off, seeing wasting the energy as more important than being bothered by the snow. After all, sometimes the snow felt warmer than the air. Now, though, was a different matter. He shook the snow off of his own back, and ventured closer to her. "Let me do something useful now won't you? It doesn't me any good to watch you get chilled." He hoped that she'd accept, and that it would be enough to keep her warm. He wouldn't mind going for a good gallop to warm his muscles, but with all the water in the North the weather made such a thing treacherous.
Her comment on his physique though took him by surprise. He hadn't a clue that her senses were quite that keen. He was pleased though, his vanity complex happy to be fed like the glutton that it was. Well one does his best. Though, you on the other hand have only gotten better looking. It really has been too long Rasta. If I'm staying up here long term, we've simply got to see one another more often. And to be honest, I can't see myself venturing off anywhere else." He touched her withers, trying to convey how much he cared for her and for this place. IT had become more of a home than he had expected, even if he had spent his time here wrapped up in his own thoughts. "How fare the rest of your charges? Has the season seen the inhabitants of the North well?" He left her time to answer the question, though it certainly wasn't the most pressing one on his mind. The most pressing one concerned the state of the territories, and the war. News came late to him anymore, and if anything it would have started already. "I suppose I'm beating around the bush with pleasantries really. What's this I hear of war Rasta? Do we venture in to fight, or do we have a stake at all? I don't really like the idea of danger afoot, and anyone stupid enough to start a war is danger enough no matter where they are. Now that I live here, if the North has a role to play so do I, in protecting it and its leader." Somewhere deep inside of him there was a sigh. Taj, you are absolutely an idiot. Have I mentioned that already?
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Post by Abba on Dec 4, 2011 1:17:02 GMT -5
Dont try to explain your mind
i know whats happening here
one minute its love and suddenly its like a battlefield "Let me do something useful now wont you? It doesnt do me any good to watch you get chilled." he spoke and she eyed him wearily. Scath filled her head. Was it even safe? Scsth could have killed her... If he found that spot upon her back...
She shuddered away the thought, though the reminder of her injury did bother her and she felt it attempt to seize up in this cold. Quietly she stepped up beside him, dropping her head so it was against his shoulder, her body basically blocked from the wind. "Thank you," she said giving one last shiver before her body finally began to take in the heat which his fluffy coat and muscled body provided. Then he spoke again, the feeling strange as she felt the rumbling of his vocal chords while she was pressed against him. So much so that she almost missed what he was saying. "-though you on the other hand have only gotten better looking. It really has been too long Rasta. If i am staying here on long term, we've simply got to see one another more often. And to be honest, i cant see myself venturing off anywhere else." She felt his maw go against her withers and she let out a tiny sigh. "Why yes. I do agree on that Taj. We must see each other more frequently." she murmured, closing her eyes which truly did nothing for her and then allowing herself to shift her weight just a tad more against him, but not enough to knock him over. The minute she was settled he spoke again. This time going on about the war. She nearly jumped at the mention of Rama. Her skin prickling. Scath would be fighting for him. Rama would know how to kill her. Holding back her fear she stiffened up and a little before lifting her head upwards so she could 'look' at him. "I have taken no allegiance in this war as of yet. But if it must come down to it, and I must choose a side I am going to back Oser. I have gained a few willing to fight - ex warriors - who have taken a liking to me. So I dont believe you will have to fight. Simply having you around to keep me sane, or keep general moral up. As for the moment, my lands are becoming a bit of a safe haven for those who have asked... I just hope it doesnt come down to-" and she broke off unable to continue as she dropped her head down. Both of her audits falling slightly lopsided as she felt her heart break. She hoped it didnt come down to scath fighting her. Or her fighting Rama. She knew, the minute of which that happened no one would see her again except maybe to see her corpse and bid her a safe journey to another realm. Tears welled up in her eyes and she quickly shook them away. Not now. She would not cry now. She needed to be strong. She would not lose herself to a stag like she had lost herself to Scath. Silently, her hawk patronus flew into the area the two stood in. He circled the area, letting out a shrill call of pain and sadness before gliding through Taj and resting upon her back. She was no longer the horse Taj had seen. She had become a torn and broken soul. One not very capable of being mended... [/blockquote] ==into the mind .596 words .my little rasta baby just wants everyone safe.[/size] |
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Post by Snowflake Smoky on Dec 4, 2011 1:57:32 GMT -5
Yet he had no ground on which to compare to her situation. He'd never had any relationship that strong, nor had he ever lost someone that strongly. The loss of his mother had been a blow, but he had carried on without this kind of sorrow. What she needed was someone with which to drown her sorrows, but there was no one who fit the criteria here. A more cheerful him would say that the situation called for 'drastic action' and that it was his time to act. He reached his muzzle down under he chin and tried to lift it up again. "Dwelling on these things doesn't help, though you need not try to forget. You're doing the best you can to protect those who need it, and in the mean time hope that things won't fall to the worst. I have faith that whatever divine beings might be out there will stop the advance, and should it not work out that way perhaps they will grant us the ability to overthrow them. While I'm breathing, no matte where my taste for violence stands, they won't cross the borders into the North. And they won't be able to hurt you," he said eying her pained form. He watched as she stood as she was, and a silvery hawk flew in a circle about them and then through him to perch on her back. He eyed the thing with a practiced eye, wondering what it was about Rasta that made this silvery spirit-creature take the shape that it did. It's call too carried the weights of pain and despair, making this perhaps a fateful but not cheery meeting. There was an urge in him, that he had to suppress, to touch the silvery creature and try to dispel it. If it gave Rasta heart, it was all the better, but it didn't dwell in the realm of the living either.
He nudged her shoulder, in another attempt to get her to pick her head up and come back to the moment. "The sun always shines again, even if we sometimes have doubts. You know as many stories as I do, and in all the good ones things always end happily. We don't live in a bad story Rasta, so have faith. The tide will turn. I could tell you a story if you liked, something to remove your mind from the matters at hand. Or, if you truly think that you need to spend time working through these thoughts, I'm content to be a silent companion until you feel you're through." Taj hadn't a clue where this surge of responsibility had come from. He hardly ever acted his age let alone this beyond his years style of nobility. Even in the face of spirit destruction Taj, you do always make yourself sound the best. Perhaps another question would help, though he had his doubts. Too many of them really, but he had few clues as to how to deal with most of them. "How did you find your ghostly companion here?" Anything he could do to draw her mind away from her troubles, he'd try.
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Post by Abba on Dec 4, 2011 2:33:39 GMT -5
Im fifteen for a moment
caught inbetween ten and twenty
and im just dreaming counting the ways between you and i She could tell that he knew she was broken. And she desperately wished to pull herself back together. Though it was a wish she was quite unable to grant herself. Her hawk shifting around and taking in the scenery, finally allowing her to see the snow drifts and the way they stuck out like sore thumbs upon the blanket of white which coated the lands. He spoke, but she did not hear, only able to keep thinking about the fact that she would not live past this war. At least, not if Rama knew about her back.
Quietly, she shook her head only to feel him place his maw under her chin and raise her head up. Her auds perked up, now able to listen to what it was that he was saying. They would not hurt her. But he did not understand. She felt herself break again and she pulled back, dropping her head again. A tear slid down her cheek before she felt to cold and she pulled herself close to his pounding, rythmical heartbeat once more. He then nudged her shoulder, and her face lifted up, the tear trail present on her cheek as she faced him, listening as he spoke again. If but only that could really be the truth...
Then, he tried to move her mind off of these troubles. "I gained him when Scath disappeared the first time. When I had a bad back, one that is but still very weak. I needed to be able to protect myself to the fullest of my abilities. I can see with this Hawk. Though I rarely call upon it as I enjoy living asI always have. He is part of my soul, and always here, just not necessarily in the same vicinty. " she paused, looking up at him, her voice breaking as she paused. "Taj. If Scath or Rama so wanted to they could kill me by a simple blow to the middle of my back. I am not safe with this war... Not with two killing machines on the same side..." she shook her head feeling her back completely seize as the snow began to chill to the bone. She shook it off but couldnt hold back the low nicker of pain and the quick pinning and unpinning of her ears. "The one I loved is willing to kill me. That is what he came to alert me of but a couple of days ago... [/blockquote] ==into the mind .416 words .yay for taj muse[/size] |
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Post by Snowflake Smoky on Dec 4, 2011 3:34:13 GMT -5
Rasta's secret began with his question about the hawk, and the answer which put a shiver down his spine. The name she used, Scath, was unfamiliar, but he expected that this was the mate he'd never met, nor had he ever cared to. It seemed, that during his little period of self-discovery, she'd been through more than he expected. He could have kicked himself now for not being more abundant, for not seeking her out before this. She needed someone on her side. Though, reason followed that with this hawk she had someone on her side always. She said that she could see with him as well, which made things a little different. Her sixth-sense gave her near everything she could ever need as far as vision went, but he supposed that it had other properties that made it worthwhile. He'd heard rumor that to kill someone with such a spirit animal, one had to first kill the spirit animal. Little was known of how to go about doing that however, so he contented himself to think that for the moment Rasta was protected by that as well. The worry was evident, now in the duel tightness that her thoughts projected through her body and the hawk's. His body felt like it was turning to ice as it became obvious that her mate had allied with the other side of this war, and the fact that he knew how to kill her made Rasta fear for her life. As he got ready to speak, he wasn't sure where to fix his gaze, at the hawk or at her. He settled on the horse eyes, and took a deep breath. The cold air hit his lungs with vengeance, and he could almost feel the blow that her mate had struck.
He in turn was struck with a bizarre and twisted desire to go hunting for this Scath and slowly dismember him. The thought was absolutely disgusting and fled from his mind quickly, but he couldn't deny that for a moment it had been there. "Rasta, listen to me. Even if they both come at once, even if I am alone, I won't let them get close enough to attempt that. I would think that you already are showered with protectors in this land, and as such I won't crowd you. Yet should either of them show up in this land, I won't let you go unprotected. Such scum doesn't deserve to win this war. They don't fight a noble fight. And have heart. Scath may have made the ill decision to fight for the other side, but that does not mean he will share your secret with Rama. At the very least, as low as it may be, he may hold it as bait in front of Rama's nose to keep favor." His words had little effect though, for as soon as he heard the next ones she spoke, he was lost in what could nearest be described as a sea of rage. He was furious that anyone would say such a thing to Rasta, let alone someone that she loved. To do such a thing was unthinkable, completely devoid of honor, and absolutely disgusting. His words spun out of his mouth with no thought, beginning deep and low but getting louder and angrier the further into them he got. It didn't register anywhere that this extreme anger was unjustified, and that more than anything right now Rasta needed someone who was calm and able to give her hope and words of wisdom. That wasn't what he had to offer though.
"He said what? How dare he sink so low, so treacherous to feel decent saying such a thing. He doesn't deserve to walk on this land, to hold his head up high and proud and think that he actually has a chance of surviving this battle. He'll never, never get close enough to even try such a thing. If he ever tries to hurt you again... " Taj sighed. This bloodthirsty beast inside him wasn't him, and it wasn't the kind of influence he wanted to have on the world. "I'm sorry Rasta, my words got away from me. Have faith though, neither the unworthy creature that threatened you, nor the brutal beast that seeks to crush all resistance to him will get near enough to cause you harm. I won't let it happen, even if it takes me in the process." Taj wouldn't deny, he was still angry, but he was calming. He didn't want to upset Rasta with his upstart nonsense, nor did he want to disturb the scene and snow around him. The pain it took her to move unsettled him though, and as more snow accumulated he pressed up against her side and used his head to push the snow off her back so that she wouldn't have to shake it off again. He experienced a deeply unsettling feeling as he brushed through the hawk, but felt no physical pain. He left his head resting on her withers, careful distance from the silvery bird, and tried to convince the both of them that everything was okay. "You're safe here Rasta. Nothing can get to you."
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Post by Abba on Dec 4, 2011 16:10:50 GMT -5
I know I'm wrong
I knew all along that you'd find out
I'm the perfect mistake I'm hoping you'll make right now... Rasta closed her eyes, shaking herself once more and wincing in the pain. He spoke once more, saying that he would protect her for as long as he possibly could. She didn't think it would be possible though. And she closed her eyes, feeling a little bit tired - knowing the cold was beginning to take a toll on her body. But, the minute she had finished her speaking he changed, completely and horribly changed. Anger spewed from his mind, from his stance, from his words. "He said what? How dare he sink so low, so treacherous to feel decent saying such a thing. He doesn't deserve to walk on this land, to hold his head up high and proud and think that he actually has a chance of surviving this battle. He'll never, never get close enough to even try such a thing. If he ever tries to hurt again..." and then he sighed. Confusion slid over Rasta and she peered up carefully at him just in time for him to speak once more. "I'm sorry Rasta, my words got away from me. Have faith though, neither the unworthy creature that threatened you, nor the brutal beast that seeks to crush all resistance to him will get near enough to cause you harm. I won't let it happen, even if it takes me in the process."
At that, Rasta shattered. No. She would not lose him. She would not. Her ears halfway pinned in annoyance. "No. You cannot die. I will not let you die!" she said, her full self taking over. "You do not deserve it. And you will not die." she said, shaking her head and dropping it down to the ground, blowing away a bit of snow from around her feet. The snow continued to fall though, and soon it had accumulated upon her back again. But, it wasn't long before he pressed himself up against her and then had brushed the snow off of her back. The hawk, positioned upon the exact spot where her back would break with a single blow. And, Taj allowed his head to rest upon her withers as he attempted to convince her that she was fine. "You're safe here Rasta. Nothing can get to you."
She let out a shuddering breath and curled up into herself for a few moments, pulling back the tears. Gently, she twisted her neck around so that her maw could touch his. "I can't thank you enough..." she whispered, allowing her breath to fall onto his nostrils. "But you will not fight them. I can't lose you too..." she broke, one last tear falling as she dropped her head back down to pull her back in the right direction.
Something deep inside of her stirred. She was always so calm around Taj, she felt no threat. And she felt like she could just be herself. It was an odd feeling, but it was one she was willing to accept. It was something she didn't want to lose, something that was slowly mending her heart. And she would do whatever it took to make sure that he was here - so that even if she was gone someone else might be able to feel those exact feelings. The feelings which warmed her heart. Slowly, her body began to shiver uncontrollably, even his warmth not helping keep her warm enough. She needed to find somewhere warm, somewhere shielded from the wind and the snow. But she wasn't totally sure if she could move in order to do that. In one last attempt to keep herself warm she buried her head against his shoulders, shifting her weight into him again and taking in slow, deliberate breaths. She could feel every beat of his heart and the rise and fall of his chest against his as he took in breaths, and soon her breathing matched that of his. Her tiny golden body free of the hawk as it circled up in the air above them, trying to take in the surroundings and allowing Rasta to concentrate on Taj's warmth. The lands were deserted though, and their once-sticking-out-frames were now beginning to blend in with the snow as it covered their bodies. It seemed to hide them from the world. So much so that they just looked like odd coloured rocks under the blanket of snow that was threatening to take Rasta with it... [/blockquote] ==Into the Mind .750 words .Perfect Mistake - Cartel[/size] |
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Post by Snowflake Smoky on Dec 4, 2011 23:57:37 GMT -5
As much as Taj liked water, he had a profound distaste for it's frozen cousin. The landscape was only getting colder, and he was worried about Rasta's well being as she snuggled in closer to him in an attempt to get warm. He was having trouble keeping up with the snow now, and even he was starting to feel a little chilled from it. Somehow it didn't seem fare that something so simple ought to be able to inhibit one so. The more he thought upon it, the more it struck Taj that no matter what Rasta said, if the time came he'd fight for her. He was still disgusted that her once mate could say such things, and he wanted to shelter her from thinking of that as much as he was sheltering her from cold and wind. It wasn't doing much good though, because if he was shivering it could only be worse for the golden mare. "Come on. It's no good to be in the weather. We've got to find cover, even if takes one slow step at a time. You can lean on me if you need to. You're going to have to guide me though. I still don't know this land as well as you do." What he really wnated to ask is if her hawk could fly on ahead and search for a good place to shelter, but he had a suspicion that it was powered by her own, at the moment weakened, will. He almost wished for one of his own, though he thought that such a creature would likely give him a few shivers down his spine. He needed something more substantial, something with more feel to it than a silvery ghost that could be passed through as if it wasn't there.
With slow nudges and prompts, Taj started moving. He was at a loss for how to carry Rasta, though he would if he could think of a way. For the moment she'd have to walk herself, until whatever forces out there gave him either wings or thumbs. He wanted to find a healer too, for couldn't some fix anything that wasn't fatal. Maybe that was the way to solve this problem. He'd go to the ends of the territories to find one that had the power to make this situation easier on her, because it wasn't just her fear that bothered him. The pain was quite troubling as well. There were far too many rumors when it came to healers as well, that they bonded with their patients on a disturbingly spiritual level. Well as long as it's not on a physical level.... Oh Taj you need to slap yourself for that one. He had to suggest the idea to Rasta though, because if she wouldn't accept that either, then where would he be? "If you won't let me fight, then will you at least let me seek out a healer? There are many who are quite skilled at their art. There would be hope for your back, and in that then the other side would be forced to play the fool for a time." The thing that Rasta didn't understand was that he wasn't about to lose her either. It wasn't just that he was fond of her in the way that a friend probably shouldn't be, it was that she was also his lead, and one of the kindest strongest mares he'd ever met. She put up with his silliness, and had done nothing to discourage his personality. If anyone deserved the very best of treatments it was her. So if she would accept the middle ground, then everything would be best.
He was starting to become seriously concerned for her well being in the present though, as walking seemed to be a challenge. Taj worried about the prospects of her collapsing into the snow, though he hoped that it would be only after some sort of shelter could be achieved. Another useful thing, the powers that be ought to note, would be the ability to start a fire. Though that was a problem that he could perhaps dwell upon and solve with thought. His hooves and the right kind of stone might throw off an ember or two, and even forest fires had to start with a spark. He doubted he could get anything to take in this weather though, so the main priority again became Rasta's well being. "Easy Rasta. Don't give up on me now. Stay here, in the present."
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Post by Abba on Dec 5, 2011 0:29:00 GMT -5
here you are down on your knees again
tryng to find air to breathe again
[Size=3right where i want you to be again see and believe [/size][/right] Rasta slowly edged forwards, her limbs shaking under the forced motion as her hawk glided but a few feet ahead. The vision of a completely blocked cave with no snow in the back of it began to form in her view and confusion caused her to stumble backwards, collapsing into the snow for a moment before she struggled onto her feet again, feeling the earth and soon finding the cave.
Her hawk let out a shrill call. Let him know ill lead him... his voice sounding inside her head. And the minute she was stable again she spoke. "Taj. F-follow the hawk. It f-found a cave..." she stuttered, her auds pinning in protest of the pain.
Though, her mind was reeling over his last words. A healer. She had yet to find one, let alone consider it. But she could feel warmth slipping down her maw. She presumed she had cut the scabbed flesh during her recent tumble. The scabbed flesh from Scath. She would have been fine right now had Scath not hit her back at the last part of their meeting. Tears filled her eyes, this time from the pain and the cold. "I suppose so. If I know of this healer... Rama he must have some working for him which would probably just kill me to get rid of me..." she said between painful strides, leaning against him as she seeked to pull out her last bits of strength.
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