the waiting game //repost

[Black Thorns]

Song felt the stag begin to move away from her, her eyes watching him as he walked in the direction of something that was not any one of them. Panic clawed at her throat, desperation for someone to be by her side ever the more prevalent. She let out a soft sound of distress, reaching out towards him as much as she could without straining herself (which, admittedly, was not much). Where was he going? Why was he leaving her? She snorted, writhing in the water in distress. Pain shot through her with every movement, but she didn't care- why was he leaving her? He couldn't leave her!
Her body stilled as he spoke to her again, calming and quieting as the pain began to ebb back- still there, yes, but not as bad as it had been with her thrashing (As much thrashing as she could do). "I'll be back. You need something to support your head, though."
His voice was rough, as it had been, but he was nothing but gentle when he waded through the water. Sona snorted in recognition, not bothering to speak. She felt a log prod at her neck, her head as he walked back with the thing. She lifted her head, letting it rest on the swollen driftwood. Her neck and shoulders felt relieved with the tension and strain of keeping it up gone. The pressure on her broken rib wasn't relieved, but she could deal with that. Broken ribs would heal just fine... it was her shoulder that she needed to worry about at the moment.
"Rest now," Oser ordered, Song closing her eyes in obedience- though making sure not to fall asleep. She wouldn't sleep... if she did, why if she did she might not wake up. She was worried for a moment that the stag would creep away, be gone as soon as she gave the slightest hint of resting- but Oser only stood there, just out of reach. That was a good place for him, Song thought quietly, staying close enough to talk to, but not close enough to touch. Touching was bad...
A soft melody reached her ears, hummed absentmindedly. It sounded like a lullaby, something to be sang at night to young ones as they were lulled into sleep... Song listened, feeling the current of the water and hearing nothing but the melody... She felt herself begin to relax further, threatening to sleep. She evened out her breathing, beginning to slip into that sleep- when the stag stopped singing and let out a call, waking her entirely.
What was she doing? Sitting here, letting a stag be near her, wanting him near her! What kind of crazed delusion was she living? She snorted, narrowing her eyes as she turned to look at the one who had caused all of these problems. Oser.
"Get the hell away from me, you bastard," she hissed, her voice deathly angry.

--behind the post--
496 words. Not even 500. wtheck. o.o
I really didn't know what to put.
RUINED PROGRESS ON OSER'S PART. YAY!

[aPPY]

» Keanu watched quietly as Oser found a log to place under Song's head. At least he was doing something for now. He sighed, settling into the ground and shifting in the dirt. He told her to rest and it look as if the mare was going to obey him. He didn't like the way the stallion spoke and expected to be listened to. It made him slightly angry, and didn't improve the way he felt about him in the first place.His ears perked as the stag began to hum, immediately twisting around again. He should be helping the poor thing sleep. If anything they should be keeping her awake! What if she didn't wake up once those eyes closed? Or did he plan just that, to sing her to sleep and slip away once she was unconscious and unable to do anything about it? And what if she fell asleep and her head slipped off the log he had given her? And if Oser was gone, Keanu would have to jump up and help her and he didn't think that would end well. Song would probably freak out and possibly injure herself more and then it would be one more thing to add to the list of things he had done to hurt the poor mare.

» The stag stopped though, letting out a short nicker.. directed at him? He lifted his head off the ground, wondering what he could possibly want. He sighed again, shifting forward in the dirt and pushing his forelegs out in front of him. He groaned and quickly pushed himself to his feet, hopping forward a step with his back leg pulled up. He let out a breath and lowered it to the ground, turning and awkwardly hobbling towards the grey stag. This better be good, for him to have to stand and walk over. He noticed Song stirring in the water; good, at least she hadn't fallen asleep. She looked towards Oser and himself, suddenly angry. "Get the hell away from me, you bastard," Keanu stopped, confused. She had to be talking to him right? She had wanted Oser nearby just a moment ago so she couldn't be talking to him. He shouldn't have gotten up, should have known that she would be bothered knowing he was nearby. Why had he listened to the stupid stallion? He lowered his head, wondering if it would be best to just turn and return to where he was laying, or just stay where he was. He didn't think either choice would benefit him much.

word count » 440

blehh. couldn't write anymore but it doesn't feel finished.
oh well.

boooo shadyyy. keanu doesn't like oser. D:
lol.

poor keanu thinks song is mad at him,
well. she has plenty reason to..so *shrug* xD

[Abba]

As I burn another page
As I look the other way
I still try to find my place in the diary of Jane

With a light sigh the raven clad mare shifted her weight. Her blue orbs looked over towards the stag as he talked to the grey, badly injured mare on the ground in the river. He spoke calmly to her before leaving to grasp a log. The mare on the ground protested, immediately panicking as he tried to leave her. But, when he came back with the log she was grateful and rested her head on it. She stay like that for a few minutes, resting on command before she suddenly spat out at him telling him to leave with her foul language once again. Raine shook her cranium, Keanu having had emerged and headed over towards the stag when he had called. With a shift of her weight she turned on her haunches before trotting off into the forest, leaving them all behind. She had no real reason to be here anymore. She stopped at the forest edge and let out one sharp call before cantering off towards a new place to stay for the night and rest.

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.201 words
.Raine has decided to leave...
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[lady shady]

OSER

The world exploded around him. Too many things...too many things. The cremello stag rose and began to move towards him. Just as he paused, he heard the wounded mare hiss to get away from her. Who was she talking to? The other stag's reaction was also confused. What did the mare mean? As he tried to take it in, Raine began to move, raven body slipping away from him along with all of his chances for a little fun. Should he go after her? But what about the wounded mare? And the cremello, who seemed to be angry now as well? His thoughts raced, unable to settle upon a solution to the sudden action.
While he struggled, the ground began to shake underneath his hooves. Something stirred in his chest. Marching. Battle. Ranks. Fight. He must fight. The trembling grew more violent, and a wave of panic swept through him. Was he back? Oser wasn't ready! Had no troops! The ground began to pitch and toss, and he staggered, trying to keep his balance. All thoughts evaporated as he tried to keep his balance in a world which seemed to have gone mad. His only thought was that it must be a quake, and it came as a strange relief that it was not the Other. There were no troops. There was no advance. His body contorted wildly in a series of bucks that were its attempt to escape the shaking. Why was this happening?

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249 words
not really sure of how to react to all the change xP

[Black Thorns]

Song snorted in anger, narrowing her eyes at the two before her. Another stag? Wouldn't they just leave her alone? THis one was the one who she had harmed- and who had caused her this pain. Ha, wouldn't he be happy with himself? Happy with his accomplishment? He'd saved them all from this crazy mare! He's a hero! Wasn't hurting anybody but her, the crazy one. When she healed, oh when she healed he would pay for his silly little skirmish. She would heal, and she would show him a real fight... Who was he, anyways?
Keanu. her mind whispered, His name is keanu.
Yes, she should have to remember that. Kill him while she knew him... That might feel even better, even more fufilling, than murdering and fighting blindly. Something that wouild make her feel powerful, and she would be righting the wrong that was done to her- until it was over. Then it was all wrong again, all wrong, and she hated them! Hated hated hated them! So she would fix it, but soon enough it was broken... Maybe she would feel better if she knew them? She huffed in thought, her eyes running along the injured, pink-scarred legs of the stallion. He was stronger than her at the moment- but perhaps her tongue was sharp enough to drive him away.
Just as she went to insult the cremello, Raine- that other mare, the one she'd forgotten about- let out a sharp call as she left the water. Let them go, let them follow her and leave Song be. SHe could heal just fine here b herself. Readjusting her head on the log, she once again turned her attention to the one named Keanu.
"Why are you here, you good for nothing pig!~ I don't need either of you t-" her voice was cut off as a loud, intense rumbling began to shake the earth. Her body tensed with fear, pain shooting through her with the tension and causing her to stiffen even more. Thin, shallow cracks split around her, and Song let out a sharp cry in fear and pain. The log supporting her was swept away, her head plunging below the water as her lunga filled with liquid. Panic flashed through her, and she riipped her head violently out of the water, the contents of herlungs spewing out of her nostrils as she fought to empty them of the water, fought to breathe. She struggled, trying to get back her oxygen. Gasping, she felt it pour back into her body suddenly, nearly choking on the air. She let out a whinny, fighting to keep steady and still on the rocking river.
"What's happening?" she cried out to no-one in particular. She wanted out, she wanted to make it stop! Oser bucked wildly with the earth's similar bucking feel, narrowly missing Song on many different times.
"Make it stop! Make it stop!"

--behind the post--
506 words
Everyone was doing short posts... I joined in. xD
Song is scared. And pained. And panic-y. o.o

[aPPY]

Keanu turned his head as Raine trotted away, throwing a nicker out behind her and he turned back to Oser, wondering if he would follow her. His attention was brought back to Song when she began to speak, her words obviously directed at him this time, leaving no confusion. "Why are you here, you good for nothing pig! I don't need either of you t-" His head dropped and he backed a step. Why was he always doing the wrong thing? The ground underneath him began to shudder though, cutting off the mare's words. He jumped up, looking around him at the teetering trees and then back at the river when Song produced a shrill scream. He looked at Oser as he began to step forward, wondering what he should do. Was Oser going to help her, or should he risk it? The grey stag just stood there, consumed in his own thoughts and fears. Keanu's ears pinned and he stepped forward again, there was no other choice, he had to do something. He quickly picked up a trot, the shaking ground and his injured leg making it difficult to keep his balance and making a fast gait impossible. Song's head was submerged, the log traveling down the river; though her head quickly resurfaced with a large splash and water spewing from her nose. Her mouth was open and her nostrils flared as she tried to inhale, replacing the water with oxygen but she over compensated and choked, letting out a whinny as soon as she had the breath to do it.

"What's happening?" he heard her cry, noting the fear in her voice mixed with the pain from trying to keep her head up, putting strain on her shoulder. He stopped at the edge of the river, the trembles that were starting to quiet violently rocking the ground again. He planted his feet and best he could but the still slipped against the rocks. "Make it stop. Make it stop!" Song said and he turned to look at Oser once more. He knew that Song didn't want either of them near her, but most definitely not Keanu, and he couldn't blame her after all that he had done. The grey stag was bucking, his hind end high in the air. No, he wouldn't be of much help at all. He turned back to Song, carefully stepping into the river. "It's okay, it should stop soon." he said, the earth immediately defying him with another round of rocking and shaking. He huffed, his legs shaking as he tried to keep his balance against the violent tossing. He certainly didn't want to fall into the river, fighting against the earth to rise to his feet again. "It's okay," he murmured, mostly for his own benefit as flashes echoed through his mind. No. He wasn't there, there wasn't a fire. He was standing in water and it was just an earthquake. No fire, no running animals. Everything was going to be alright.

Keanu let out a shaky sigh, closing his eyes for a moment before focusing on the present. He needed to stop living in the past, it was over; it was done. He opened his eyes again, the ground beginning to settle and level out; hopefully the quake was over. He looked over at Song, trying to decide whether he should step forward and try to help, or stand nearby like he was already doing. She probably needed to be moved out of the water anyway; her wounds were clean and the water was continually keeping them open, preventing the healing process. The ground was solid under his feet, only the sound of rushing water and far away animals around him. "See?" he said, "It stopped." He decided he might as well and took a step forward, lowering his head to be level with hers. "I promise I won't hurt you," he said, deep blue eyes honest and worried. He really didn't want to be lashed out at, but if she wasn't going to accept his help, there was nothing he could do about it. The icy water was already numbing his ankles and he could only imagine how cold Song must be. "You really need to get out of the river now," he said calmly, staying just barely out of her reach and hoping that she would accept his help. It was the least he could do.

// 769 words

keanu really, really wants to help. to somehow make up for what he did to hurt Song, but he's so afraid of being pushed away, or yelled at that he doesn't know what to do.
poor guy. :/

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[Black Thorns]

"It's okay, it should stop soon," the stupid stallion- Keanu, that was who the one speaking was- dared to speak to her, dared to try to offer comfort. Comfort she didn't want, no, not at all- not from the likes of him anyways. Not from those people. Those vermin. Good-for-nothing vermin. She didn't want comfort from Keanu, or Oser, or whatever stag managed to stumble across this river, across her. Somehow it seemed these stags had more of an affection towards her than the mare, Raine. For some reason they kept wanting to help her, comfort her, rest their filthy mouths on her skin, soil her body with their touch. They all knew she didn't want it, didn't care for them- yet that seemed to only pull them to her, these two. Was it some twisted liking for what they couldn't have, what they knew would try to harm them in any chance it got? They couldn't have her, they would never have her. She hated their touch, hated breathing the air that they expelled. She hated the sight of their disgusting bodies... they were the only things he knew that were much better dead as dead could be. She didn't want them, they couldn't have her.

Or did she want them? Part of her cried out, yearning that he would touch her and caress her, yearning that he would whisper soft words of comfort to wash away all of her fears. She wanted him there, standing over her- she wanted Oser there, and she wanted Keanu, she wanted them to make her not afraid anymore... They were so kind to her, they only fought when she fought first! They would be good friends or maybe one could be more than a friend, maybe someone could hold her and touch her and lay with her on summer nights... Someone could touch her but not do that to her because she wouldn't let them. She wanted them but she did not want them there... She never would let anyone there, ever. That was wrong, that was horrible and it only meant pain to her and pleasure to them... But she wanted them there. She wanted to feel hot breath on her skin. She wanted them, one of them, but she didn't know who; she didn't understand these things! She didn't understand these feelings, these wants, this need for someone to be with her... She didn't understand her attraction to them, didn't know what the two different sets of feelings were! She didn't understand the way she was attracted to Keanu and the way she was attracted to Oser; and Keanu had hurt her but Oser hadn't, but she was attracted anyways...

Attracted? her "rational" side screamed in protest, she couldn't be attracted! Look at her, look at her injuries! They were caused by stallions, they were the ones who hurt her! She shouldn't even consider being with them! She wasn't stupid. You don't go and be with someone who hurts you! That's just insanity! For all she knew he'd just hurt her again and again and again... She couldn't be attracted to the beast! The other beast, the one who hadn't hurt her, he would hurt her in the future because that was what stags did. She wouldn't like him, wouldn't touch him, wouldn't consider loving them. She wasn't supposed to. It was wrong... It was wrong. They would hurt her. She couldn't forget that! They would be all sweet and kind, then go in for the kill. Horrible creatures, that's all stallions were. These two were no different.

Her rational side was still the part in control as the stag spoke again. "It's okay," he murmured.

"No one asked-" her voice paused as the earth rumbled, strainging her shoulder even further in an attempt to stay out of the water with her head and to keep steady, keep still, "For your input, filthy bastard."

But you do want him to speak, you do care about what he has to say! Protested the small part of her again. She did... She cared for them both oh so much, but she wouldn't let herself care... She wanted them! She wanted them so very badly! Song let out a soft groan in frustration. She didn't understand these wants, the ways she wanted them...With Keanu, she just wanted him there. She wanted him to be there with her, to comfort her when she was afraid or unhappy. She wanted him to stay with her and to lay with her, to speak to her for hours... She wanted him to touch her softly, to be able to sleep with her head resting on his flank... She wanted him just a bit, just enough to confuse her. As a friend... A friend, yes, comfortable. She wanted to be comfortable with him, wanted to spend the warm summer nights together. With Oser, oh with Oser it was so different from that... She wanted him to come closer right now and stand next to her and guard her; she want him to lean down and run his velvet muzzle along the crests and valleys of her face, to outline the muscles in her neck, to lip at her mane... She wanted him to whisper soft, sweet words in her ear as they lay together, caressing each other's bodies... She wanted him to lip and nuzzle and touch her, to love her... He still couldn't do that. He would never do that. No one, anytime, would ever be allowed to breed her.

The tiniest whisper in her mind- maybe someday.

Could she ever let them?

No! cried the large portion of her, Never! Never in a million years would she let them touch her!

Oh, but she wanted them to...

Never!

Yes!

No!

Yes!

No!

Her argument was interrupted by the sudden stillness- and that soft voice she loved and loathed.

"See? It stopped." Oh, no, not only did he speak to her he moved closer, too. Her two different wants flared up with this, screaming at each other. At the moment her want for him, that want for the soft affection of some type of borderline friendship between friends and lovers was filling her...

"I promise I won't hurt you," he murmured, and oh his eyes! Those deep, blue eyes, filled with honesty, worry, sorrow... Song stretched out her maw against the pain, brushing against him with the barest touch. He was so warm, and she was so very, very cold... The only good of this cold was the numbness to her shoulder. It only hurt when she moved, and the cold dulled it. Perhaps she was suffering from hypothermia; but it made it hurt so much less...

What are you doing! Screeched her hating side, You touched him! She had touched him willingly, without being forced! You didn't even hurt him... Song let out a snort. What was she doing? Touching them! Wanting them! It was wrong. So wrong.

"You really need to get out of the river now," Keanu calmly muttered, moving out of her reach.

"I don't want to, dumbass; if I do my shoulder'll hurt more."

Yeah, lash out at him. Remember your promises! Remember your morals! Stallions are nothing but beasts. Stallions are nothing but filthy things. Kill them, kill them all. Show no mercy. Above all, never, never grow attached. She had to remember what happens. Every time she thought of ever wanting one of them she had to remember what happened. Every one of them was the same. Scumbags. Horrible scumbags. Keanu was no different. Oser, beautiful Oser (Not beautiful! Filthy beast!), was no different. She must make herself believe that they were no different!

"Anyways, it's not like you'd care if I died of hypothermia. You gave me the wounds anyways. God knows I wouldn't care if you died this way," Song snapped. turning her head. She was so dangerously cold...

Soon enough she was filled with guilt- what if she drove him away? What if she would never see him again?

Let him go!

She should. Yet somehow she didn't want to...

Yet she wanted him to suffer endlessly.

How should it be, then? With both of them?

Enemies?

Or lovers?



--behind the post--
Not nearly as long as I'd like, but it will do.
Song struggles majorly.

[lady shady]

OSER

The shaking slowed and stopped, and the blind panic subsided. Splashing through the water, he firmly planted a hoof down in the stream, feeling the earth stable beneath him. He turned; Keanu had his back to him, and he saw the gray mare reach out, brushing his nose with the lightest touch. So questioning him was pointless. They seemed to be mates after all. But what had happened?
Judging from the blood that had been on Keanu and the way the pair interacted, they'd had a spat. He assumed that there must be some sort of love-hate thing going on between them; why else would the cremello have fought the mare one minute and rushed to her side the next? Why would she be spitting curses at him one minute, and have that longing look on her face the next? It wasn't that uncommon. Memories flashed through his mind; images of a buckskin mare on a deserted battlefield nuzzling and striking at the Other in the same movement. Yes, some mares and stags preferred to be rough with one another, he supposed. Why, he didn't understand. He and Zoet hadn't been so rough like that...but then again, he and Zoet hadn't had much of a relationship. Not that he knew what a real one felt like. Story resolved in his mind about what must have happened, an odd feeling rose in his chest. A bit of disappointment tinged with an irrational hint of jealousy. He wasn't sure he liked it. It made him...uncomfortable. He, Oser, the daring one, would not be made uncomfortable. Especially by this mare.
Indignant, he twitched his ears, trying to pick up snippets of their conversation before he saw if she was fine. If Keanu was her mate, it wouldn't do to barge in on their discussion. Maybe they were making up? Words floated to his ears: "You gave me the wounds anyways...I wouldn't care if you died..." Okay, maybe not then. But why would Keanu have attacked her so fiercely? He was beginning to grow angry. Savage attacks were for brutes. If Keanu had done this, he didn't deserve her!
He marched over to where they stood, brushing past Keanu and approaching the gray mare. With annoyance, he realized that he still didn't know her name. He swished his tail testily; he had had enough for the day. Prior to this, he had been roaming, perhaps not contentedly, but at least he hadn't had to feel anything. After this creature had started screaming, his day had tumbled him about, forcing him to feel sentiments he didn't want. He didn't want them. Protectiveness, confidence, fear, anger, all of those emotions that he'd once been able to feel before he realized it was so much easier not to. To wear a mask, a shallow display of charm and smooth flirtatiousness, something that would prevent him fro, getting attached or for being so stupid as to think of a fellow equine as a baby bird. Baby bird indeed! He wanted to kick himself simply for remembering that thought again. It was ridiculous. The mare obviously could take care of herself. Or she didn't deserve his help, if she was foolish enough to stay with Keanu. The stag who obviously had injured her, maybe even for life, and there she was, reaching out to him again. Ridiculous. The word echoed in his mind, growing louder, pounding in his ears. He should have followed Raine while he'd had the chance. With Raine, he could be shallow and...no. He didn't like who he was with her, either. With Raine, he had been a brute. Just gone right ahead and started touching her. But wasn't that what he'd done with all of them...?
Thoroughly irritated with both himself and both of the horses before him, he refrained from stamping his hoof again so as not to splash water on the mare's head, which she was straining to hold above the water. He almost wanted to help her, push his muzzle under it and support her, but he wouldn't. One, she could do it herself. She didn't deserve his help. He'd already done what he could, and if she wanted to mess it up, then she could go right ahead and do it herself. Don't involve him in it. And two...he would be tempted to be brutish again. Tempted to linger, to feel the warmth of her hide, to see her eye to eye as he held her head...
Mostly one, of course. Mostly one. But reason two lurked in the back of his mind...
Snorting softly, he looked at the mare. Her brown eyes gazed past him, at Keanu, and he hardened. He should just go and leave them to themselves. However, against his better judgement, he spoke. The words slipped past his lips, seeming to laugh at him as they made their escape. His calm tone seemed to mock him as well; he wanted to yell at this ungrateful thing, but his tone didn't betray the indignation he was feeling.
"Had enough of the river?"
Five simple, stupid words. And after he'd decided not to deal with her any more, too. This day just kept getting better and better.

--behind the post--
906 words
just let it all out. finally he's starting too feel something.

[aPPY]

When she touched him, it surprised him and he stepped back a slow stride. Perhaps it was progress, she reaching out for something, but he couldn't help but think of it as a false front only to end with teeth and more blood. They really didn't need that right now, and it would just be her wasting much needed energy in doing so. "I don't want to, dumb ass; if I do my shoulder'll hurt more." she replied to his suggestion. He winced at the 'dumb ass' comment, he knew she didn't want to but she needed to. She obviously wasn't going to make this easy on him, and he was just trying to help! It was just so frustrating! Couldn't she see that he wasn't trying to hurt her, that he wasn't trying to do anything but just help? She held onto her pride and was so stubborn she wasn't going accept any help from anyone. Especially not him. He had been the one to hurt her, so why should she trust him enough to left him help? It made so much sense, yet he wouldn't just leave her. Anyone else would, he imagined, but just just felt so guilty; because he was. It was all his fault. And now she would lay in this river and die because she wouldn't accept his help, and it would all be his fault. Because he didn't try hard enough; to help her now, to prevent himself from hurting her in the first time. Why hadn't he just laid there, on the ground in the clearing, and let her tear him apart. It would be so much easier, wouldn't it? It would have been, instead of standing here and unable to do anything besides hurting her further. He just couldn't do anything right!

"Anyways, it's not like you'd care if I died of hypothermia. You gave me the wounds anyways. God knows I wouldn't care if you died this way," she spat at him and he sucked in a breath at her words. Of course she just had to throw it in his face. He knew it was his fault! He knew so very well. His head dropped, touching the water as he stepped back another stride. "I know," he said softly, almost too soft to be heard, "I know, and I'm so sorry." he closed his eyes and shook his head slowly, taking a deep breath.

Oser moved forward now, seeming to have composed himself now that the quake was over. "Had enough of the river?" he asked, trying to transfer the issue onto his own shoulder and help the mare who obviously didn't want Keanu's help. He opened his eyes, looking at the grey stallion. At least he hadn't done anything to hurt her; hopefully she would accept his help the way she would never accept his. There was no reason for him to stand here if she was just going to lash out at him the way he had feared. He looked back at Song before turning and carefully stepping out of the river. He wasn't benefiting anything from staying here. If anything he was just causing her more distress. He picked up a slow trot, moving away from the river and fighting with his own self-hatred. At least he had said he was sorry; he only hoped she believed it when he said it.

// 609 words

so short. D:
but not much to say. :/

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[Black Thorns]

The stallion was remorseful, his apology soft and heartfelt. Slowly, he shook his head with closed, sorrow-filled eyes. Like she hadn't seen that happen before in the East lands! Fake sorrow, remorse, lure them into the trap. Kill them slowly, with no mercy. She would have killed that one- would have tried so hard- but something seemed to keep her away. He seemed to pulsate with power, power that drove pure fear into her. She'd catch his scent and she would run... That was likely why she had left so quickly. A couple weeks was more than enough to satisfy her taste there. That was certainly a land she wouldn't be visiting again anytime soon. The Alpha, that was the one who had scared her- his name was something with an R in it somewhere. R something. He was oh so very frightening... Frightening even to her, who would kill anything with a Y chromozone.

"I don't care about your apology. You did it. Feel sorry all you want to, but it won't make one bit of a difference in how I heal or not heal. I wouldn't feel sorry if you were lying here, so don't feel sorry for me Scarhead." The nickname sprung into her mind suddenly, Song slightly pleased with it. Yeah, maybe that would be a good name for him. Scarhead. Her eyes flicked to his pinkened legs. They didn't look like the scars from wounds, and they were too extensive and concentrated anyways... What had happened to him? She craned her neck at the sound of another voice- her numbed shoulder hardly protested, something that made her rather happy- speaking in deathly calm tones.

"Had enough of the river?" Oser asked, voice calm- that calm, smooth tone he had used when speaking to Raine. Unemotional. Calm. Who was she to care, though?

"Well, let's see," Song began, her tone dripping with sarcasm, "Of course I wanna get out of the thing that's making my wounds hurt less!" Save for the pain in her rib that stabbed at her as she spoke, but even that seemed to dull. She liked the river.

"Of course, unless Mr. I'm-so-mighty-and-important decides that I should get out?" Not that she shouldn't. She really should- it wasn't good to stay here in the freezing river any longer. She wasn't about to admit that to him, though; she refused to admit any wrongs. Sarcasm was the way to go; combat that little nagging voice telling her to act all kind and sweet to them. Ha, like she'd do that. Snappy and mean, that was who she was. Let that little voice choke and die in the weeds of her brain.

As she spoke, Scarhead began to move away. Let him go! Yet the tiniest voice whispered to call to him- sure, she'd call to him!

"Go on then, Scarhead! Wasn't like anyone needed you around!" She cried out, her tone taunting. Inside she scorned herself for even considering for a split second wanting him near. Him! The one who had hurt her! Let him go die a horrible death. She could deal with one; two was a little more difficult. Not impossible, but difficult. Much easier to go and fight one in a weakened state.

Oser. Yeah, she should focus on Oser right now.

"Well?" she asked, "Aren't you going to go and tell me to get out of this river or something? Try to be all 'the good guy' and shit like that?"

--behind the post--
591 words. DX
Oh yeah. Rudey tude from Song!