06-02-2018, 11:37 PM
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★ WHEN MY HEART IS MADE FROM GOLD AND FORGIVENESS SEEMS TOO BOLD
ooc shoutout to flo for giving me somewhere to show off my equine knowledge
"Veni! Arion, desinas dolor!"
Hazel had well and truly done herself a favor in befriending a certain Thoroughbred colt. That was to say, she hadn't. At all. The young horse was as stubborn as he was ignorant and egotistic - which, given his age of two months, was expected - but honestly, Hazel felt like a babysitter instead of his companion. He was huge compared to her, which gave her a very limited amount of control. She was often reduced to verbal commands, which usually came out in Latin when she got frustrated with him.
Speaking of...her frustration and anger were starting to poke through their confines, which hadn't happened for several months. There was a discomfort, a restlessness in her soul, that made made her itch with with apprehension. She had always been sure that she could lock it away and keep it there, but...Now she was weary of her outburst with Bastille while he was completely sloshed; her words to him were molten hot with veins of solid ice, fear reacting with anger and mixing a lethal, unstable cocktail.
There was a guilt that lingered on her chest for going off so completely, knowing that it was so opposite of how she usually acted. It had surprised her, too. Her trigger plate was a sensitive one, granted, but she hadn't realized just how sensitive it had become. The longer she had lived with Mother, the more she shut down. That much she knew. When she joined the Ascendants, things slowly started to unravel. Maybe a little...too much. And it was starting to scare her more than she cared to admit. She'd have to come clean about her past some day, and while the day was rapidly approaching, Hazel was terrified of what her clan mates might think of her afterwards.
The cocoa colored feline was currently watching Arion dance in circumnavigate her every attempt to get him to stand still, until she finally gave up and decided to just take a seat. "No problem," She said passively, loud enough for the colt to hear. "I'll just tell them how ridiculous and unhelpful horses are. It's no biggie." Arion hardly slowed in his prance, though he tossed his head and whinnied with great satisfaction. Hazel stuck her tongue out at him, pouting as he tossed his head back and kicked up his back hooves.
Hazel sighed at the sky before calling out: "Everyone, colligentes circuitu! Gather around! It's time you learned a little bit about horses, since we have two living here." She grinned. "Might be useful in not getting stepped on."
(veni! - come!
desinas dolor! - quit being a pain!
colligentes circuitu! - gather around!)
"Veni! Arion, desinas dolor!"
Hazel had well and truly done herself a favor in befriending a certain Thoroughbred colt. That was to say, she hadn't. At all. The young horse was as stubborn as he was ignorant and egotistic - which, given his age of two months, was expected - but honestly, Hazel felt like a babysitter instead of his companion. He was huge compared to her, which gave her a very limited amount of control. She was often reduced to verbal commands, which usually came out in Latin when she got frustrated with him.
Speaking of...her frustration and anger were starting to poke through their confines, which hadn't happened for several months. There was a discomfort, a restlessness in her soul, that made made her itch with with apprehension. She had always been sure that she could lock it away and keep it there, but...Now she was weary of her outburst with Bastille while he was completely sloshed; her words to him were molten hot with veins of solid ice, fear reacting with anger and mixing a lethal, unstable cocktail.
There was a guilt that lingered on her chest for going off so completely, knowing that it was so opposite of how she usually acted. It had surprised her, too. Her trigger plate was a sensitive one, granted, but she hadn't realized just how sensitive it had become. The longer she had lived with Mother, the more she shut down. That much she knew. When she joined the Ascendants, things slowly started to unravel. Maybe a little...too much. And it was starting to scare her more than she cared to admit. She'd have to come clean about her past some day, and while the day was rapidly approaching, Hazel was terrified of what her clan mates might think of her afterwards.
The cocoa colored feline was currently watching Arion dance in circumnavigate her every attempt to get him to stand still, until she finally gave up and decided to just take a seat. "No problem," She said passively, loud enough for the colt to hear. "I'll just tell them how ridiculous and unhelpful horses are. It's no biggie." Arion hardly slowed in his prance, though he tossed his head and whinnied with great satisfaction. Hazel stuck her tongue out at him, pouting as he tossed his head back and kicked up his back hooves.
Hazel sighed at the sky before calling out: "Everyone, colligentes circuitu! Gather around! It's time you learned a little bit about horses, since we have two living here." She grinned. "Might be useful in not getting stepped on."
(veni! - come!
desinas dolor! - quit being a pain!
colligentes circuitu! - gather around!)
★ — hazel — "speech" — seven months — the ascendants — tags — ★
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WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT I HAVE LEFT
i will defend your every breath; i'll do better