Posted on October 23, 2017 at 10:09:08 PM by scylla
 scylla ----- by anawar out of daenerys Her eyes itch from the grit of the sand that has blown into them, but she keeps them open. The occasional fit of tears has only aggravated the sensation, but she ignores it. She is laser focused on the sound she’s heard, waiting and almost expecting to meet her demise. After waiting a minute with nothing happening, she brazenly steps forward, not caring if she’s walking into a trap. What she finds is not at all what she expects. She stares blankly at the tiny filly before her common sense kicks in and she looks around for the child’s mother. Some mares are extremely protective of their foals, especially when the foals are so young. The sand surrounding them is undisturbed, however, leading Scylla to believe that this little one has been either orphaned or abandoned. Having experienced both, the black and white mare feels pity and protectiveness roaring to life within her. She’s never believed in a higher power – no self-respecting deity would have left her and her mother to suffer at Dorian’s hooves as they had, after all – but it couldn’t be a coincidence that mere hours after learning of Orhan’s death, Scylla would stumble upon this scene. This foal clearly needs immediate care, half-starved as she looks. Orhan is dead, but Scylla has found new life, literally and figuratively. She has not used her voice since the initial scream upon learning of her brother’s death, so when she tries to nicker reassuringly to the filly, it doesn’t come out any stronger than the girl’s pleas. She swallows and hopes her voice will cooperate. ”It’s all right, little angel. We’re going to be okay now.” The conviction of saving this child’s life is further cemented with each pass of her gaze over the little thing’s fuzzy, scraggly bay and white body. She doesn’t correct the girl’s assumption of her identity, a distant part of her brain noting that this is the fourth time she has been mistaken for someone else. That same part of her brain has decided that when she has her own foals, she will ensure that they will not look like her so that they won’t have to put up with the consistent mistaken identities. She wills her body to be able to produce what the foal needs most as she leans down to nudge the filly toward her flank. ”Try and eat,” she murmurs, ”everything else can wait.” nine - black tobiano - mixed - 15hh |
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- kader isteğe bağlıdır - By kav November 15, 2017 at 10:13:45 PM
- i wear this crown of thorns - By scylla November 22, 2017 at 09:56:33 PM
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