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HEROES GET REMEMBERED block
Posted on October 21, 2021 at 05:31:13 AM by ANATH


A watchfulness. Hypervigilance, one of the many signs of a traumatized mind. Anath would have never owned up to that trauma, but it didn’t matter. Her personality was likely pieced together trauma responses, but for now, that was no matter. Even in her old age, she’s still brash. Still strong. Some fires don’t go out, and hers was one that wouldn’t go out until the very, very end. Hell, she said the words to Oswin-- I came home to die. Whenever that happened, she’d be ready.

The same watchfulness that brought her to the Common, figuring that if anyone needed protecting, this would probably be the place to find them. Socially, things had changed since she’d sprung up from the Badlands sands. Women were running their own herds now, and Anath was proud of that at least. It wouldn’t prevent predatory stallions from doing whatever they may… a thought that made her ill to think of. Right. The Common it was.

And that’s where she spotted the crumpled figure of the bay mare. Anath had grown a bit slower in her years, and she’d never been particularly made for speed. She was not the first to approach, and in the distance she can see something slender and grey approaching the creature where she lay in the sand. If Anath had known this was Macabre’s daughter, maybe she would have broken into a run. Maybe she would have thrown herself forward with more force than she thought possible, if it meant holding onto someone, anyone from the past. She knew not. Not yet.

It was the appearance of a man that drove Anath forward, green eyes flashing wildly. His posture was aggressive, and she willed herself to a forceful pace. Closing the gap, her ears pinned clear to her skull. Those words-- there was still a rage in her. A heat. A fire that couldn’t be put out. “She belongs to no one.” The words are harsh, and the champagne mare flashed her teeth. The scars of years upon years of battle cover her coat-- she is a force to be reckoned with, and she would assert herself as such. Some things never change. “She is not property.”

In all of this, she doesn’t want to make things worth for the bay mare crumpled upon the beach. Maybe some of Anath’s recklessness and ire had been replaced with sense, but that was yet to be seen. She remains bold, but the distance she leaves between herself and the man is careful. She’d only start enough trouble, not too much.
Anath
"HEROES GET REMEMBERED
LEGENDS NEVER DIE "
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