a new world hangs outside the window
beautiful and strange
it must be I've fallen awake
I must be
The bulky bay mare's instincts kicked in, despite how weary she truly was. The prey drive within her shrieked over and over again, in an attempt to will her to stand. But her muscles and joints protested, and thus, she sputtered out. No matter how many times she tried to bear weight onto her knees and ankles, they buckled under the pressure. Wasp's amber eyes closed tight, wincing almost, as the familiar scowl remained etched across her lips. She was not pleased with her own inability to care for herself in this moment, but she was too tired to dream up what to do next. Defeated, she rolled back on her side, pressing the length of her jaw into the damp, cool sand.
Wasp snorted then, sending shards across the beach. If this is where she was destined to die, so be it.
The dark mare hardly gave whatever stranger who lingered in the distance any more of her attention. She didn't care if the mare stayed or went. She snorted again before breathing in a deep sigh, and her eyelids grew heavy again. They fell further and further, until she could hardly keep them up at all before the sound of another horse echoed around her. She breathed in his scent, and a shiver shot down the length of her spine. Brother. Could it be? Her only remaining family...
Wasp's eyes snapped open again but the scuffle that ensued next happened so fast. She couldn't focus her blurred vision beyond catching blotches of brown and white and red. Another voice snapped in, and it was clear that Bacardi had found a foe. More familiar scents flooded her nostrils. The Peak? Wasp snorted in frustration as she kicked her tired limbs out against the sand.
She couldn't defend her brother, let alone herself. But she whinnied anyway, as best as her seawater-stung throat would allow her. "My name is Wasp, daughter of Macabre, fallen Codebreak of the Peak." she croaked with her heavy head still in the sand. "I am trying to get home."
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