01-02-2021, 02:36 PM
The Wranglers had stolen her away at the wrong time. Word by travelers and bird had stirred that sense of purpose in her. But still she smuggled and stole and lived a wild life. She didn't feel the same. And on the last night of her stay with her old friends, she had been inflicted with a wounded leg, nerve damage from the knee down. Her right hoof had become numb and she was unable to move it. But still she left in the dead of night, a mere note left for her friends.
Days and nights dragged on but before long the railroad became visible and hope surged in her. Many scents mingled together but were fading. She tore her way to the archipelago she made home to, quick despite her injury. Hoof clacked against wood as she passed the gate, eyes wide behind veil and mane. She could smell the aftermath of war, but she continued on.
"Michael? Damania? Scarlet? Hell.. Someone?" She called out, "Ah heard what happened.. But Ah wanna know if it's true.. If anyone can fill me in on things.." She sat down, looking to her numb leg. "I really shoulda been here.. If I can make it up in any way, I'd love to know how."
"Speech"
" THEY NEVER HAD IT LIKE ME, LIKE ME / THEY NEVER REALLY LIKED ME, LIKED ME! " ————————————————— ˊˎ˗