Riekacontent warning for mention of blood and death
For a moment, Rieka thinks he has reconsidered. He stops advancing upon her, squeezing his eyes shut and she feels her chest shudder with relief. The tears that leak from her eyes continue to fall on the grass but her sobbing stops and she stifles a sniffle. He appears almost to be in pain as he shakes his head and Rieka's ears flip forward again with far less hesitation than before.
She should have run.
The black stallion lunges suddenly without warning and she let's out a squeal of surprise. She tries, uselessly, to turn her hindquarters upon him but even with her thrashing limbs, he persists. His teeth grasp her crest firmly and she almost immediately goes limp. She had never felt like she belonged with her siblings and so making friends had been difficult, no it had been impossible. Rieka had spent most of her young days playing alone and making up silly games in her head. Her mother had been absent, disappearing shortly after her birth. This was the first time she'd been touched by someone else.
And it hurt.
The tears began anew, streaming down her dark mottled face. Her brown eyes widened, the white rims visible against them. There is a desperation in her voice as she screams, shrill and gasping. Struggle! Resist! Something in her head yells and defiantly she digs her hooves into the ground. She thrashes her neck, trying to pull herself free but instead only serves to tighten Fell's grip. It's only then that she realizes she is bleeding. The warm liquid rolls down her neck, branching off into arcing paths before finally running down her legs. No matter how much she struggled; he was bigger, stronger.
The smell of saltwater assaults her nostrils and she knows where they are. She wasn't going home. Fear seizes her heart again and she once again attempts to dig her hooves into the sand. It gives beneath her kicking heels, leaving a series of marks but she is unable to find her footing.
Soon she is in the water. He is silent still, his teeth refusing to release from her neck. She doesn't know he is mute, just that he refused to speak despite her begging. She pleaded, crying out, promising anything she could think of.
Rieka can no longer reach the ocean floor with the tips of her hooves and her head dips beneath the water. She thrashes in retaliation, desperately shoving her mouth back above the water with a cough. She spits seawater from her dark lips and her voice is hoarse, "P-p-please let me go. I'll do anything. Anything." She is begging now as she slips beneath the waves again. Each time she resurfaces she spits up a mix of water and blood, until finally she doesn't stir the next time her face bobs above water. Her eyes are open, stricken wide in fear, dull and without life. Her mane is plastered to the sharp angles of her young face, a final scream etched on her lips.
Rieka was limp.
RIEKA | 2 YO | GREY (BAY OVERO) | RAFE X LUMA | BADLANDS |
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