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Posted: Fri May 05, 2017 12:26 pm
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Posted: Fri May 05, 2017 12:41 pm
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Her father, Lysander, woke her in the middle of the night. Sanctuary's eyes had trouble focusing until her always gentle father shook her. Words spilled from his mouth and she felt the words gnawing at her like a beast with a bone. He was telling her that she had to go, she had to leave--and not only leave, but leave now in the middle of the night without him. He would follow if he could, but not to wait for him.
Tears burned her eyes as he told her that she must be strong, that he had known this was coming and he had planned for her escape. The guards were going to rise up against the patriarchy, the elders and this was the only way that he knew she would be safe.
If she ran.
She did not want to run, she did not want to leave her father or break her vows to marry the stallion that she barely knew, that duty was to make her wed. It had been a blessing, the daughter of a lowly guard raised up to be elite. Her father had never objected, not openly but she had seen his eyes something glinting.
Now as she wept silently, he told her that she had to go. It was the only way to be safe. He could not bear it if she as not safe. And that no matter what happened now, she'd be able to live the life she wanted out there. Free to love whomever she pleased.
Her heart squeezed when he said it, of course he knew, he always knew.
The pack settled on to her side, and just after midnight she fled the only home she'd ever known. Her heart beat out the last words her father had told her after he'd told her to run. You cannot risk coming back. Not for me. Not for you. You cannot come back.
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Nyx Queen of Darkness Crew
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Nyx Queen of Darkness Crew
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Posted: Fri May 05, 2017 1:13 pm
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Posted: Fri May 05, 2017 1:52 pm
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Thierry stretched out her legs as she made her way through the forest. She had gone well below the cursed graveyard through the boggs she had spent her childhood learning. It was wiser to go this way then to cut above the Cursed Graveyard, even sadistic skinwalkers didn't particularly like getting stuck in bogss. It kind of went against the whole big and bad image if you got stuck in quicksand or a bog for several days.
She'd been planning this trip to the forest though her mother Aella had not been wanting her to go. It was dangerous to go alone. But she knew her mother was thinking of Chanterelle, her mother, the one she'd never met and the foals she had lost to the life outside the swamp when the fields and forests had been swept with fire.
They had never returned.
But Thierry was not a creature of fear, she was brave and her recklessness had been tempered by her age. She was more cautious now that she understood her mother's fears but it did not mean she would not live the life she wanted.
There were some herbs and dried flowers she wished to get from the forest, some tradeable delicacies that would allow her to get some of the things they needed for winter or storms as those supplies were running low.
The night air was cool as she moved through the gaps in the trees to get to an ideal camping spot. As she moved through the trees though she saw something rather like reflected moonlight and around it a sea of stars.
With a careful tread, she moved to the pile of what on closer inspection looked like bones. When she was close enough though, she could see it was a body, breathing great ragged breaths.
The mare was about her own age, each of her bones prominently standing out beneath her skin as though her skin could barely cover the bones. She was all edges and her skin was dappled with stars. Her hair was the color of twilight and in it hung one lone pearl that had not fallen from her hair.
Taking out her pack, Thierry gave the mare some of her water then used the rest to clean the jagged wounds on her skin that made it look as though she were made of bloody stars. The mare barely stirred the whole time and Thierry wasn't sure quite what to do next except feed her some of the soup broth her mother had sent for emergencies.
When she had done all that she felt she could, she took out the worn blanket and threw it over herself and the mare and huddled beneath the windy trees.
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Nyx Queen of Darkness Crew
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Nyx Queen of Darkness Crew
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Posted: Fri May 05, 2017 2:43 pm
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Posted: Sat May 25, 2019 11:16 pm
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Nyx Queen of Darkness Crew
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Nyx Queen of Darkness Crew
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Posted: Sat May 25, 2019 11:17 pm
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Posted: Sat May 25, 2019 11:19 pm
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Nyx Queen of Darkness Crew
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Nyx Queen of Darkness Crew
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Posted: Sat May 25, 2019 11:20 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 29, 2019 11:32 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 29, 2019 11:33 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 29, 2019 11:34 pm
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Nyx Queen of Darkness Crew
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Posted: Sat Jun 29, 2019 11:35 pm
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