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Post by .:Golden:. on Aug 21, 2009 21:14:56 GMT -5
A fae stumbled across towards Inco's land.
Her right hind quater had been torn, and she was still bleeding, she was in agony, and only her will was keeping her going.
She had to leave that awful place, that she had been believed dead.
But no, she had just been unconsious.
This fae was Havana, exiled from Inco's herd, maybe.. Maybe he would take her back?
She waited at the entrance and looked down at her hooves, waiting.
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Post by blackie on Aug 21, 2009 21:19:41 GMT -5
It was amazing what could change a horse, but it was no surprise that near death was often most equines limit. Still, Incognito found Havana's presence at the bottom of the mountain surprising as well as intriguing, believing her dead. He would have never know she had been here if not for the scent of blood because she did not speak, obviously waiting and seeking his acceptance here - or so he assumed. Valves flared as he snorted, not particularly enjoying the rotting flesh that came off the mare. Her wound seemed to have scabbed over and moderately healed, but no doubt her journey had opened the wound once more. Incognito had exiled the fatale and at this point she was still exiled, and he didn't know what she wanted either so he approached her with general caution and obvious curiosity.
What do you want, Havana?
He was not mean when he spoke or provoking. His question was simple as he stood placidly before her, waiting with auds erect for her reply.
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Post by .:Golden:. on Aug 21, 2009 21:24:18 GMT -5
"N-nothing.." She stammered.
Her self-confidence was 0, and not what it used to be.
She turned to go, making the long journey to Delepio Meadows.
She knew it was a horrible place, but it was the only place to go, or she would go to the Plateau, they were her only choices.
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Post by blackie on Aug 21, 2009 21:34:02 GMT -5
He looked oddly at the mare, expression critical as he now wondered if her mind was in the right place after her fight with both the crocs and Sin. Dial shook with irritation as he moved to catch up with the mare. Ebon cadaver was suddenly positioned directly before her with every intention of forcing her to stop.
Havana, what do you want?
Incognito really didn't know. When he tried to rescue her from Sin she cursed at him like he was some evil vulture, so to assume she sought protection and a safe haven would be ignorant on his part. His words were demanding though and she would exasperate herself further by either arguing or going elsewhere. He was still kind, his body loose and his stature it's commonly authoritative self.
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Post by .:Golden:. on Aug 21, 2009 21:59:26 GMT -5
Havana turned, bolting, aganozing pain running through her veins, blood dropping like a trail.
She decided that she didn't want to stay here, or join a herd for that moment, deciding to go to the Plateau, but she ended up.. Somewhere else.
-Is Gone From Here...
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