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[bg=green] The ice cold surf threatened to pull the frame of the mare under the churning waters of the sea. At times, only the very tip of her raw muzzle was visible in the wakes and swells. The odd pelted fea swam far away from the screams, calling out until she nearly choked upon salty liquid. Every fiber in her being was tortured with fatigue as the thoughts of her own drowning fabricated behind her shielded eyes. Then, just as her hope slipped, the edges of her hooves caught sand under tread, shattering the fog as the appaloosa greedily leaped toward what she hoped was salvation. Land. As the remains of cushion left her tired form, the foreign mare shook, shocked to the core, long stilts trembling as she froze upon the beaches. Or, she thought it was a beach. Patchwork cloth fit upon her head, concealing her eyes, cloaking herself in a wet blackness that she was too exhausted to attempt to rid herself off. She was conscious of the feel of burning ropes tangled in masses upon her legs, the pressure of her wet mane upon neck as well as once proud tail. Journey to the End was not used to this, not in the slightest. Her pedigreed cranium jerked upward as nostrils flared, attempting to scent something other than ocean. Calamity had been bred for the arena, not to starve upon alien soils. Her body convulsed in the freezing breezes, aware of snowfall that came with the blessings of winter's grasp. The wind clicked tiredly as she gasped to regain breath, heart resounding echos across the exhaling ribcage. Snorting, the fea took to shake herself, measuring the slap of ropes across her hide reminding of whips to flesh. She squealed, dancing sideways as they continued to pound across bones, kicking up her heels in desperation. The sands below her frantic hooves did little but offer more slapping beads that urged her pace. Arching the well-toned neck, the appaloosa gave yet another fitful buck before she circled herself into calmness. Wheezing from her run, sweat dried into crystalline ice upon her once glorious pelt. Mind reeled for a way to explain these events, for she was not daft. Foolish, she had been for acting as though she were a filly meeting a lashing! Petaled ears swiveled, filling with the sounds of currents washing upon shore, but not of anything familiar she wished to catch.

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Vigilance had turned to pure paranoia. The overo had been on his own for a while now, which was not all too uncommon for a stag of his age. However, being deaf in one ear and witnessing his mother’s death had taken a toll on the poor young stallion’s sanity. His anxiety caused every little creature to stir with discomfort – the birds squawked and rodents scurried. Their reaction to his unease only reinforced the behavior.

The painted stallion’s good ear swiveled as a new noise came to his attention. It sounded like a creature - a larger equine - an equine stirring amongst the sand’s just beyond the forest. Nostrils flared in intimidation; there was another equine nearby. What should he do? The young stag shook his head nervously in a manner most similar to a compulsive tick. He had to investigate the noise. He had to see who was there. It had been months since he had heard from anyone. In fact, the stallion avoided when a horse’s scent approached his nares – he would walk the opposite direction. But, this one – ah, he had not smelled her scent. She had crept up upon his vicinity it seemed. Paranoid as he was, he assumed she was out to get him. What if it was his father? Or Erebos, the fowl Arrat who had slain his mother? He had to know, and then he would run! Yes, run fast.

Larken crept upon the edge of the beach only to find a mare in distress. She was running about in utter terror. Visions of his past devoured what clarity was left in such warped a mind. He remembered his mother, a similar reddened tone as the one who ran upon the beach, running in fear alongside him from that terrible striped brute. Trauma struck as he relived the moment, taking off into the forests again and away from the beach… away from the mare… as he done to his mother. He had run, run, and run. He had run so fast that he lost her. He left her to die at the will of that terrible stallion. No, not this time! He would stop Erebos. He would save his mother!

Turning rather abruptly, the stallion found himself nearly falling on the slick turf. He did not let such obstacle burden him from his mission; Larken kept on. He rushed towards the shore with all his might. The steed leapt from the cover of the forest – breath bated from his run and figure scrawny from months without proper feeding habits. That was when reality came back upon him. This mare was not his mother. He gasped! Part of him was disappointed, some relieved, other parts shocked and embarrassed. The brute quickly lunged back into the forestry. Had she seen him? Should he run away? Something, although he was uncertain as to what, kept him in place. Rather he turned back towards the figure. Hidden beneath the forest’s cover… he watched.

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[bg=green] Hoofbeats. The frantic sound of them made the mare freeze in place, head jerking upward as ears twitched in alert fashion. Cranium hauled back toward the sound with sudden emphasis, petals once more twisting as the blinded mare wished she had sight. A small nicker erupted from her maw, vocal chords quivering as the sound broke into the surrounding area. Nostrils flared with the hopes of scenting this unfamiliar equine. Truth be told, Journey had not had much time for socializing outside of her showing, only being able to listen to the boasting for so long. Snorting softly, she gave another whimsical inquiry, the notes of her voice stumbling slightly as the mare began to shiver. Was she in trouble? Did this horse mean her harm? Calamity had never been on her own before, and that realization was starting to settled deep inside her fevered mind. The ropes had began to rub raw sores into her neatly clipped pelt, hardening around the ice that lingered for her fateful swim ashore. Lifting a hind leg to test the knots, there was a notice that they had seemed to tighten. What a daft move upon her part. She should have known better than to lunge about with equipment on! That is what the trainers had always spoken about with the younger harnessed horses. With their flight-ridden steps, tangle-ups were more than a small bit common. However, this time, she had no humans to calm her, take care of her. She had to rely upon herself. Journey to the End knew if she was to survive even a minimal time in this place, the bindings would have to be taken from her form as soon as possible. Yet, she was unsure of the language spoken in this foreign land. German, her native tongue, as well as Danish, was most likely not very common. The very few snips of English as well as Italian she had picked up were sparingly little. Instead, she gave a small nicker for help as she contemplated. Please. A plead was given, for she needed assistance. The tone was soft, calm. 'Hilfe? Hjælp? Help? Aiuto?'

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It came to the stallion’s attention that there was something abnormal about this mare. She was adorned with something – several somethings, in fact. He tilted his head slightly when he further realized her eyes were concealed beneath another unfamiliar object. This block upon her orbs kept him from realizing she knew he was there. That was, until she spoke. Her voice frightened him. Larken reared, legs flailing in the air anxiously. He whinnied, darting back a few paces further into the depths of the forest.

His heart thudded louder and louder in his chest. His breath streamed from his nostrils in quick bursts as anxiety overtook his entire being. The stallion’s good ear twitched momentarily as his mind reeled. What had she said exactly? One of those words had been help had they not? He snorted. The brute knew he just couldn’t leave her there or else he would be reliving his mother’s fate over and over again. This time, even if that mare was not Kadence, he could help. Larken could do this. He told himself he could over and over as he crept back towards the beach. He would not leave this mare to die to this cruel island.

“M-ma’am,” he squealed anxiously. “W-w-what c-can I d-do?” The stallion’s hooves pounded the sand as he danced nervously about; he was not used to contact with other at all.

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[bg=green] A frightened squeal adorned the air with thickness as a realization hovered over her conscious to the fact that this equine was a stallion, and an easily frightened one at that. Ears tilted as pelting quivered with new sweat, hearing retreating beats. Concentrating upon the breath that was becoming harder to collect, neck lowered slightly with hacking cough. Then, just as the hope for rescue concerning the fitful stag began to slacken into nothingness, the broken tones of English uttered into her mind, presenting themselves. Deciphering them eagerly, her alien thoughts struggled to collect these pronunciations. The first word drew tightly around her. Ma'am. What formality, something she had not expected. As she tried to draw out the rest of the words, a blank line formed, pooling into her ashen eyes. English! Fah! What. Can. I. Do. Yes, that is what he had offered to her, the tones less than smooth, for broken by the panic he radiated as the seconds wasted methodically flashed by. There was the light pounding of prance, and the sharpened senses heard the ragged breath. Nervousness. Perhaps he was just as lacking in experience conversing as she was. 'Trapped without move...Ich kann nicht mit dieser Bindungen Fang mich bewegen..' The broken sounds of her English were rough at best, weighed now farther by her heavy accent, which was broke then by the muttering of her German phrases unconsciously as she switched language, merging the words as she stumbled over the next words for explaining.'Darkness world upon eyes.' Pray, he would have not idea what she meant! Daring to move towards the sounding of his voice, she kept her motions to a shuffling pace as she barley made distance close. Then, in submissive manner, she lowered her heavy head farther, ropes slapping against her sides as she nickered softly that she was not of threat. It should not matter that they could not communicate with tongue, for she needed his help. Though he seemed broken in decision of if he should accept this. Journey to the End needed this. She was frightened, and alone.

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The brute’s left ear flickered with each passing word. He tried to decipher her meaning as she spoken in broken words that turned to gibberish! Honestly, the brute had no clue that other languages even existed. These new words frightened him, and he could not help but feel somewhat humiliated that he could not understand her. He had been quite sheltered by his mother, but he had not realized he was missing out on learning to speak correctly. The very thought caused him to snort soon followed by a quick leap backwards at his own noise.

The overo turned his head nervously to each side as if to reassure that the two were truly alone. He could not help but feel that a scene of such peculiarity was a trap. Or, was this that much of an oddity? He really had not the slightest clue.

Notice came upon the mare as she shuffled towards him in submissive stance. Such humility in her approach reminded him of his mother. In fact, much about this mare had allowed his matriarch to revisit his memories. This caused another snort (although he managed not to bound at his exertion this time around.) Attention went back up his newest counterpart as he refocused upon the words he had understood. Sudden realization struck him; she was having trouble moving. That made sense.

Larken whickered to her in as reassuring a manner as such a nervous lad could manage before quietly moving to circle her. Eyes studied the mare’s odd equipment to try and fathom what he could do to remedy her arduous steps. He tenderly reached out to her, nosing the man-made items for a moment before nicking at them. He was frightened he might have hurt her with the first nick, but soon realized such articles were not actually apart of her body… were they? The stallion licked his lips curiously as he pondered what such garments these were. “H-how…” he stopped, not sure what the appropriate question was here. He had never faced such equipment; how could he help?

Reaching out upon a strap of the most peculiar material found upon her leg. He spat it out quickly, displeased with the grainy feel against his tongue. He raised his head up again, nosing at the mare’s leg with curiosity. He was curious if her whole bodice was made of this strange material. To his surprise, his nose met warm flesh. He leapt back in embarrassment.

“H-how do… how do I-I help?” He finally stammered out in another attempt to communicate with the oddly colored mare. He was at a loss.

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[bg=green] The close proximity of the other equine made the mare tense slightly, though she was more than thoroughly convinced that the stallion would do nothing of the sort to inflict any harm upon her. Truth, he seemed very cautious as well as arcanely curious as to how to assist, she felt the gentle tugs as the opposite inspected the gear constricting her tightly, skin feeling each motion as the air moved in time with his breathing. Each breath was starting to feel familiar as a source of heat brushed against her exposed flesh, causing her pelting to shiver with the unexpected contact. In truth, the foreign velveteen felt an odd mixture of aged comfort, even as the stag moved to leap back. The reasoning smoothness of his previous nickers still fondly lingered in each fold of petal as he then rambled off a selected tone of stuttered words, again in English. This time, some of the pronunciations where repeated, but a single uttered sound captured her interest. How? Help. How could he help. Calamity nearly drowned in the wave of ignorance that washed over her mental as well as physical being at that exact moment in time. Had she even allowed herself to forget her circumstances? The young stallion, for he seemed such, did not know of bits, bridles, tameness! Not of humans, most likely either. Her head spun, for yes, she was a very long way from the places she used to bear witness as home to. Sickness, though she was more than determined to extend something of offering. One word, or a few, would do for this meaning. How? How could he help? Journey to the End had once witnessed a flighty yearling knaw through her bounding harness, as well as she knew that the material would 'snap' under strain. Teeth? 'Bite. Bindings that not fleshed.' She attempted to make a coherent sentence that he would have no trouble understanding, but once more the wonders of the language baffled her. The instruction was to bite the things that were not her hide. Ears flickered to catch each breath and motion he made as if he was the only thing she knew. For the moment, he was the only sense of familiarity in a vast sea of darkness that had so suddenly swallowed her life upon this cold winter day.

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Larken shifted weight from one side to the other as he awaited, quite impatiently, the mare’s response. He tried to manage a still composure but to no avail. And, he wanted to somehow reassure her that such impatience was not at her but rather of his own normal anxiety. He hadn’t the chance, and gladly so, since he wasn’t quite sure that she would understand him. She was speaking once more; the stallion tilted his head so that his good ear could make out each of her words. This time he understood every word. Frankly, this made him quite proud. He stood there with a large dumb smile on his chops before finding a sudden weight upon his withers.

He screamed and squealed and bucked about as a large seagull squawked and flew from its previous perch upon the painted equine. “Calm… calm down!” It chided, fluttering in the air above the stallion that by now was bucking madly a good ten yards from the mare.

Eventually, Larken did calm. He stood with bated breath as his head hung low. Wide eyes gaped upon the mare and then all around before finally spotting the feathered creature. It landed upon the sand not far from Calamity, cursing inwardly at the frightened brute. “Calm down you twit! I’m here to help since you seem too incompetent.”

A quick snort shot from the overo as he studied the surroundings warily. All he saw was the mare and the gull – it was safe. “T-the rav-ravens s-s-s…”

“Aaaack! Don’t mention those fowl things around me. Now, com’ere!”

“S-said gulls-s are mean,” he finished defiantly as he took a step forward. The bird’s beady eyes narrowed, and it flapped its wings rowdily, sending the stallion back several inches in startle.

“Do you want my help or not?”

“Y-you can h-help?”

“Are you that dense? Of course! We gulls have traveled the world,” it boasted. “I have seen human contraptions like this.” As if to further boast its sophistication and no how, the bird spoke to the mare in her native tongue, “hilfe sei hier.”

There it was again – words he did not know. Stomping a hoof bitterly, Larken tried to dismiss his lack of knowledge. “W-what do I-I… what d-do I bite?” He had tried to make sense of her words. And, he sort of understood, but honestly, he was intimidated that he might accidentally find flesh rather than such foreign bindings.

The gull shook its small crown at the painted equine's inability to speak in what it would consider a dignified manner (but gulls thought they were better than everyone anyhow.) Perching itself upon Calamity, the gull guided Larken’s teeth to the right spots. After a few bites and tugs, he found part of the equipment falling from her body. At first, he turned and jerked away from the falling thuds. However, soon, he seemed to derive a child-like entertainment in his success. After much gnawing and pulling (and childish celebration) Larken finally dismissed all the equipment aside from her blindfold.

“Alright, now be careful with that one on her eyes. You could hurt the unfortunate thing.”

Larken’s good ear twitched and he began to tremble. The pressure was on; his previous elation had faded. Darkness. Now he understood her earlier statement – she couldn’t see. Eyes were delicate; what if he hurt hers? After several reaches towards her and sudden drawbacks, the stallion finally managed to nip at the covering on her eyes – freeing the mare from the final piece of human equipment. Giddy with himself, Larken could not help but prance in place with excitement. He had saved her!

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[bg=green] Help is here. All the tension that had built in the confines of her weathered muscles in the moments building up to this fateful collection of points melted into the deepest confines of her mind at this ardent declaration from the bird, a gull, by the mere tones used, as well as speaking. A reining of English tumbled down upon her, scattering unevenly upon her toneless mind as it shattered into splintered words, for Calamity had only time to dedicate small justice to the unfolding conversation, resigning herself to merely collected in a tangle the conversation as she lulled herself that it was all to me okay now. Journey to the End choked down the rush of utterings that had began to stack inside her, bubbling in the mere churning joy of being the presence of another soul that understood her speech. Yet, she stood completely still without sound, taking in the tones as well as mere nature of circumstance. As the clipped, as well as timed precisions began to free her from the chains that bound her physical state, the mental one as well swelled to new meaning as if in truth for each moment passing. Breathing calmly, the weightless feeling as as if fluttering wingbeats against the caged thing that was her tattered heart. As the last piece of raw material fell away from her bodice, she continued to hold fast for another time, aware of the drawing breath upon her delicate head as well as other English mutterings. As the veil was lifted from her eyes, the mare's first sight was the stallion whom had rescued her, as well as the gull stationed with almost arrant pride. She blinked in timely manner, the clearing allowing gaze to settle upon painted brute. Pray, he was a sight! Prancing about as if on Cloud Nine in itself. A small squeal of pure jubilation tore itself from her throat as she lunged forth a mere stride, kicking out her legs in the action as she had been taught in the circus. Long tail arched as she finally could not stop the flow of uttered words from falling out of her maw, a gentle hum lulling from her vocals,'Mein Heiland, ich danke Ihnen, betet! Vielen Dank! Du hast mich aus einem am frühen Tod gerettet, und ich bin ewig dankbar für jemanden wie dich, Hengst! Meine Seele ist einfach schwerelos, sich von seinem Käfig frei!' The mare moved forward with ease, now free from her bindings, in a step that had been so rehearsed in mind that it had simply melted into her permanent being. With an elongated fashion, she bowed low in sweeping motion, not disrupting the careful tread sand underfoot. A large smile captivated her features as her orbs glazed slightly over, focusing completely upon the stallion as she moved forward to press her velveteen muzzle to the shoulder point just below the withers in a sort of respect granted to her by the customs of her other observations. The mare did not seem to notice the lack of vision. || Rough Translation "My Savior, thank you, pray, thank you You have saved me from an early death, and I am eternally grateful for someone like you, stallion, my soul is just weightless, is free of its cage!" [Sorry for the rough nature of it, it is hard for me to recite something in German, then take it and try to convey its true meaning in English.]

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The stallion’s eyes were momentarily shut as he danced and paraded around in his triumph, but then she spoke. Her voice startled him with more words of unfamiliarity. What was she saying? She seemed excited. It was a happy tone, wasn’t it? Yes, she was thankful, right? Larken snorted; he had no clue.

Eyes enlarged in shock as a feathered fowl whizzed past him again. The gull was gone. No, his translator was gone! How was he going to understand the mare’s words now? His feeling of shame and stupidity returned. He pranced in place but no longer in triumph. This time he was overwhelmed with nervousness. What, oh what, would he do now? A whimper of a whinny left his kissers giving away his uncertainty. And, then, oomph, upon his back a weight hand landed. The stallion bucked and squealed in fright only to hear a familiar voice cursing in rage. The gull had returned! Larken eventually calmed with a sigh of relief.

“You have some serious issues, you daft thing!”

He snorted in response before looking away from the feathered fowl who had given him such a fright yet again. That is when he caught gaze with hers. Her eyes… they seemed… different. Or were they really? He thought he detected a peculiarity, but the stallion hadn’t much experience around other equines. Was it all that odd, really?

“W-what did sh-she-she s-say?” he queried of the bird meekly.

“In a nutshell, you are her hero!” The bird ruffled its feathers in slight frustration. “Although, I don’t see why, I am the one who really saved her. You would have never figured it out on your own!”

“Oh, y-you're welc-welcome,” he began towards the mare, completely disregarding the gull’s bashing words.

“Aye, she can’t understand you!”

“W-what? Why-why not?”

“She doesn’t speak English!”

“Eng-English?”

“Ack, you and her are speaking different languages you moron!” And, suddenly Larken did not feel so dumb and yet dumber.

“Oh, um, can you t-tell her what I s-s-said.”

The bird squawked and obliged, relaying the message to Calamity before turning back to Larken in utter irritation. “I am not a translator! You two need to figure this out on your own!” And, with that, the creature fluttered off into the air, not to return this time.

Larken stared blankly at the mare for a few minutes and contemplated running. Something told him to stay - he could not just leave her here... to die! Not again. They would have to figure out a way to communicate. He observed she obviously understood some of what he said - this could work! Stepping forward bravely, his good ear twitched slightly. "Are-are you alright, ma-ma-ma'am?"

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[bg=green] The dimming conclusion that now resided as her loses of vision came off as merely momentarily consequences, something of non-permanent natures. A washing of foreign tongue rained upon the tender dwellings of her delicate ears, few choice words plucked from the sea that gave little to no bearing upon the conversation unfolding at hand. Then, in a relapse of almost welcoming silence, reluctant audios stretched out with gentle coaxing, given from the stag, residing in closer proximity than the taken gestures beforehand. Mind took great care, churning the words into meaning as plucking from her experiences. He was asking how she was fairing? That was a trailing answer for her minimal vocabulary. How exactly does one explain illusion blindness, cold collections, and chipper demeanor? 'Cold ice, meine eye...verwischen? Andernfalls fine.' Frustration pooled through her mind with the portrayed announcement that gave little hinting upon what she was actually feeling. Götter verflucht sein! Nostrils flared with the truth upon her emotions as she struggled to come up with more words. More than confident in her assumption that the blinding accent she carried did little good, she attempted a second time. 'World here ist very cold, meine eyes are...topped with clouds. Other though, my body fine.' Oh, she hoped he understood, for Calamity had little idea of how this was going to go over, for it was of no thought to her of the methods of her English before this moment. A thin quake splintered across the frozen confines of her pelting, as the fea lowered the muscled neck to get bearings upon the sandy shoreline. Grounding below her hooves was level in perception, but it was dread that she knew she would soon have to venture from this place. Yet, at she took an inspection to the surroundings, a thought of manner brought the confined mind back around. Introduction! How foolish was so to be so informal. Pray, she did not even know her savior's calling. 'Mein Name ist Calamity.'

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[bg=#545858] The brute’s crown shifted to the side as her words rumbled through his good ear. His mind churned to give meaning to the words he now understood to be a different language – whatever that meant – and he nearly lost definition for those that should be so familiar to him. Fortunately, she gave him two tries to understand. Cold and cloudy; Larken looked to the sky. Why, yes, it was somewhat cloudy today, but he would hardly call it cold compared to what the island had faced this winter. Snorting, he looked back upon the mare before realizing what she meant, well, partially. It was not necessarily cold out, but she was cold. The waters were still far too chilling to go for a swim, and she had! Why had she done that? Silly mare. Silly stallion. Despite her reasoning or his lack of comprehension for the real situation, he felt it his duty to help her. The stallion shimmied his bodice towards hers. He rested his barrel gently against Calamity in hopes he wouldn’t alarm her. And then, he began to fret and tremble! Was she aware he meant no harm? Did she know he was trying to be nice and keep her warm? Oh, woe was Larken! He offered a sheepish smile towards the mare in hopes for understanding, but his own quaking did not cease. Yet, close proximity did force upon him another realization. He could now see her eye more clearly. She had said something of eyes hadn’t she? That and cloudiness. Oh, what a fool I have been! There was something wrong with her eye and he had completely misunderstood. The realization of his misunderstanding caused more trepidation and flustering from the stag. Fortunately, her introduction proved worthy enough a distraction for his troubled mind. “Oh, I-I’m Lark… er, well, I… my n-name is Larken. May... maybe we, we , we s-should find somewhere – somewhere warm. Um… warmth… a cave? To stay… at.” Oh, please, please, please understand!

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[bg=green] The self-induced presence of heat flushed across her as the skin was pressed against her own, but the maiden soon distracted herself with the churning of deciphering audios, boundless petaled ears swiveling with the slight intent of better understanding. Adopted accent, nein! Speech was shaking with the pretense of drawn breath, nearly harboring her skills of adapted indulgent taste useless. Larken? Oh, yes, his calling must be Larken. Nostrils flared with slight frustration, as well as confusion as her savior rattled off a handful of other English based pronounces. Some..where? Somewhere meaning where? To find place. That clicked with the next recognized ramble. Warm. To find somewhere warm? The large cranium nodded. 'Ja, bitte!' Delicately, with hope of not brushing against her opposite to enduce the wonders of embarrassment, Calamity shifted away, long swan-curved neck to the ground as if in search, pelting shivering to rid itself of the remaining droplets collected. Feeling slightly unsteady with the lack of sight, shadows filling her oculars confused her slightly as the mare sought to blink. 'Larken? Which...way?' Without the aid of grace, her neck raised once more to return head back to the position previous, gazing at the recently vacanted spot she herself had abandoned. The image of the stallion played behind her lids, as if permanently branded there as the last picture seen as of recent. Where was she? Journey to the End had little times to think such thoughts, though now she was in wait for her savior to reply. Dished nostrils flared to inhale deeply the scent of ocean currents, the familiar salt dripping down the lines of her vivid pelting. Shoreline, the soft pads of sand under her hooves. The long tail flicked before settling it it's normal high carriage. What a foreign place this was. Where were her man? The humans must not be far off. She wished for her stall, the dampness of her coat would be dried. Though...if this had not occurred, whatever had, she would not have met the stag whom had saved her. Yes, she did not want to wish that away!

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Muse: :3
OOC: To the end. To the end. I'll journey to the end!
Music: My Chemical Romance {Anything and Everything}

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