[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px;"]She doesn't like the idea of going to Blackfall, of going to a settlement- a city.
She likes the wilderness, she likes the wide open spaces, she likes being able to turn and not see a massive wall towering over her, she likes being able to pull herself up on her horse and be able to see where she's going. Not trapped inside walls meant to 'protect' them from the outside world. From.. them. She preferred to use the term.. outsiders, nomads- but the others? The tall blonde specifically, called them mutants the first time they came across her. The term made her skin crawl, her arms itching with an old feeling she couldn't place of discomfort and fear, rejection to the word without knowing why.
The tall redhead hums faintly, brushing fingers through the rough wire-y mane beneath her and into soft, thick fur of the stallion beneath her. She shifts in her seat, glancing backwards slightly and towards the tall blonde on her left, a pack mule tied to the other's own horse. The woman offers a tense smile, one that's uneasy with their current trajectory and path. She isn't even sure where exactly they are anymore, except that the sea air is getting closer, almost to where she can taste it and something in her stomach twists at the thought of arriving where they were headed.
She hears a faint laugh from her right side and glances behind her at the short enby and redheaded teenager. He brings his horse too close to the enby and the dog strapped on the back of the horse loses its mind trying to get to him, snapping its teeth and snarling at him. Malkyn leads her horse further, following the smell of the sea air and her gut twisting violently until little arms squeeze a little tighter around her midsection to hang on at the downward slope, burying her face into the woman's back.
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She likes the wilderness, she likes the wide open spaces, she likes being able to turn and not see a massive wall towering over her, she likes being able to pull herself up on her horse and be able to see where she's going. Not trapped inside walls meant to 'protect' them from the outside world. From.. them. She preferred to use the term.. outsiders, nomads- but the others? The tall blonde specifically, called them mutants the first time they came across her. The term made her skin crawl, her arms itching with an old feeling she couldn't place of discomfort and fear, rejection to the word without knowing why.
The tall redhead hums faintly, brushing fingers through the rough wire-y mane beneath her and into soft, thick fur of the stallion beneath her. She shifts in her seat, glancing backwards slightly and towards the tall blonde on her left, a pack mule tied to the other's own horse. The woman offers a tense smile, one that's uneasy with their current trajectory and path. She isn't even sure where exactly they are anymore, except that the sea air is getting closer, almost to where she can taste it and something in her stomach twists at the thought of arriving where they were headed.
She hears a faint laugh from her right side and glances behind her at the short enby and redheaded teenager. He brings his horse too close to the enby and the dog strapped on the back of the horse loses its mind trying to get to him, snapping its teeth and snarling at him. Malkyn leads her horse further, following the smell of the sea air and her gut twisting violently until little arms squeeze a little tighter around her midsection to hang on at the downward slope, burying her face into the woman's back.
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[align=center][color=black][size=12pt][font=georgia][b]MISS ME WITH THAT BULLSHIT.
YOU AIN'T REALLY WILD YOU' A TOURIST.
YOU AIN'T REALLY WILD YOU' A TOURIST.