 her step falters, but she holds her ground. Her ears which were slanted backwards from her walking, now stood tall and proud; they'd heard his scream loud and clear. She turns to her right where he stands now, but she is afraid to utter any words. Before her stood her soldier, her Vetty. In her mind she wanted to run to him, to rekindle what had been lost, but as she stands there eying him it seems he isn't happy about her here. He doesn't remember, she tells herself in her mind. Still keeping quiet, she closes her eyes and tilts her head away.
She takes a breath. In and out. In and out. Easy does it.
She can remember so easily, every smile shared between them, and the laughter, nights under the stars, all until that very day. She hated that day, regretted it. If anything, she blamed herself, should have been more understanding. He hadn't been the same, she tells herself, her reason for fleeing, but yet as she thinks harder, she never did lose the love she felt for him. It was what she held onto in her days with the humans. Opening her eyes now, they seemed to cast many emotions while his did not. She was crushed.
"im far from a ghost," her velvet voice speaks, soft but with a hint of gentle roughness from use. "it saddens me you don't remember me love," she heaves a sigh, head moving to let her dark blue orbs stare him down. She wasn't one for such violence or anger. She was bred and raised a Lady, but when it comes to knocking sense into someone who've cared about, well all bets are off, and out comes a caged tiger. She could imagine herself circling him, goading him on with little whispers, as if she really were a ghost haunting his land. It almost made her smile, but she held it back and kept a solemn expression on her face.
"Open your eyes vetty," she calls, her legs carrying her toward him til she was a mere whisper away ,"it's me, your Lady Glow. " her nose huffs out a cool breath, breathing her scent over his face. She was crossing a line right now when he was acting in such ways, but if he struck her then so be it, she'd take the beating. Mare. Lipizzan. 8. 15.2hh.
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