[PRP] Swamp's Not Just Bad (Buu x Keely)

[Darkmoon Dancer]

This is a PRP for Buu, owned by Darkmoon Dancer, and Keely, owned by ladyfirefox89.
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[Darkmoon Dancer]

Buu was busying herself with some plants that she had gathered early, early that morning. She had brought them home in her giant leaf and the next step was to sort them. Humming to herself as she began doing so, one of her ears flicked over at the sound of a light shuffle behind her. Knowing who it was, she did not throw all her guard up, but kept an ear on it all the same in case there was need to whip around or run over to help.

Her current visitor was a mare that had as best as she could piece together: wandered aimlessly into the swamp, panicked or something of the sort that ended in her running into something. Hard. Buu had luckily come across her before any predator found her, quickly setting to work about getting the mare over to her campsite where it was safe and predator-free. It took a bit of convincing but she did calm the mare down and show her the close-by surrounding area. For the most part, she had settled in for her temporary stay, but the thing most keeping her here was probably Buu's insistence that she wasn't allowed to leave until her concussion healed, and as such there was lots of rest involved. So her guest was probably stirring now and waking up to come out for a stretch of her legs. Perhaps they could go on a walk around the area once she finished sorting these freshest herbs.
 

[Jackariah Beckett]

Keely's head ached as she lifted it from the ground. She had been so tired apparently that when she had followed the mares insistence to rest and laid down, her muzzle had drooped to the ground. She moved her soar neck slowly, relaxing muscles that were over stretched and stretching muscles that were about to cramp.

Once that was done, she stood slowly, still feeling a bit woozy from her collision with the tree, she made sure to do that slowly as well. Keely scoffed at herself when she remembered what had happened. She had been in a trance, once again. They happened more and more often after leaving her mate and baskets behind. This time, she had found herself deep within a swamp. The memories of her past coming on so fast that in her terror, had turned too quickly and ran straight into a tree.

Now she found herself exiting an enclosure and seeing the mare that had kept her here. She decided not to mince words with this mare. "Am I permited to leave yet?" Her eyes half closed with disinterest. She wanted to leave. Part of her wanted to find the actual swamp her past captor had kept her in and get her revenge. Though the other part knew that once he was gone, and the other one who had tortured her was gone, there would be no reason to live. So she might as well rest here and raise her strength. She would need it against the males who had beaten the innocence from her.  

[Darkmoon Dancer]

It was a good few minutes before the rustling behind her turned to actual words and approach. That was a good sign. It showed that the patient was taking her time and being careful about every move she made. Having finished sorting the plants before her, Buu turned around to face the other mare so that she may reply face-to-face.

"Not yet, sweet Keely. Your head... eet is not healed." Smiling, her accent was something to get used to, every 'h' and 'r' sounding heavy, but she was getting better. "Soon. You will be strhong like might-ee oak trhee." She chuckled to herself, a throaty sound but warm. She thought she was getting the hang of this language and its strange words. She often still got strange looks, but she overlooked those for the most part.

"Come, come," She beckoned the mare over to her as she took a few steps over to the made pond that she had dug out only just last week. It was more of a trough, really, but it was circular and filled with clear, cool drinking water. "Drhink! You must drhink!" It was a command, but it was not a threatening one. More like one a mother would give her foal to finish his or her meal before having snacks.
 

[Jackariah Beckett]

Keely gave a little sigh and looked slightly to the side. It seemed as though she would have to stay here till the other mare let her leave peacefully. Not that she couldn't run away, but it was true that she had gotten dizzy at first. It was hard to run when your head felt like it was floating to the sky. So she would stay, take advantage of the few hospitality this mare had. And maybe she even had some information that would be useful to her.

Keely's eyebrow raised slightly as her head turned to eye the mare. She almost scoffed as she responded "Strong oak? And what makes them so strong? They don't do any thing but sit there. Occasionally fall on you, yeah.... but not often." She gave a little shrug as she looked into the distance, a trance coming upon her as words drifted from her mouth "The strong are those who hit. Who show you every day just how strong they are. Using their words till you cower to the ground." She was silent for a moment before she blinked and her eyes focused, her attention coming back when Buu demanded her to drink. Keely stared at her fora quick moment before giving the tiniest of nods and walking forward to let the cool spring lap down her parched throat.  

[Darkmoon Dancer]

Buu watched her patient, letting her trained eyes wander over her body looking for any other imperfections, any twitches or ungainly movements that could imply any previously missed injuries. For the most part, the mare seemed to be doing a little better. Her movements not as steady as Buu would like them to be yet, but she could hold her weight and more or less walk in the direction she intended to. Sore and aching muscles were bound to be had, but rest and leisurely walks would help resolve those before too long. Perhaps a warm mud bath would help, too, if she could be convinced of one. She would have to mention it later.

"Hahaha," the mare laughed genuinely, but it was not a direct laughter at the guest, more of a reminiscent laughter. "You speak like many men. Not with the head, but with the weapon and force." She continued to laugh, but it turned a little darker and scoff-like, she knew better. "Those men kill and in time, others like him kill him." Her gaze turned back over to the mare and she wandered closer so that she stood across the water from her. Catching her eye she then cast her gaze across to a large tree, strides away from the water. And as she continued to speak, her gaze drifted up and up the sturdy giant. "The strhong and might-ee are one that stands when other falls. One that grows and lives when other gives up or dies. Look at oak. He is more tall and strhong than the other around him. He strhetches up and up, and he sees the Sun, smiles at her. He does not move when the other fall around him. He stands tall, strhong, might-ee." Glancing back down at the drinking mare, Buu finishes, "He need no words, no weapon. Oak is quiet. Old and wise, he does not need show that he is strhong. He just is."
 

[Jackariah Beckett]

Keely closed her eyes,just enjoying the cool water slid down her throat and quench the knot that had formed in it. Keely didn't even really know how long it had been since she had had a conversation with someone.Usually, her day consisted of slowly traveling, in and out of trances. It was almost a miracle she hadn't run into any soquili that wished her harm.

She listened to what the mare spoke. Lip curling in a sort of snarling quiet chuckle. "Oh, they will be killed. Be it by nature, someone stronger." She paused to look down at her reflection in the pool she stood in front of "Or me."

The other philosophy Buu had mentioned almost interested Keely now. "Okay. So, say that is strength. What good is that kind of strength? Being able to stand tall and well, just that. Stand."  

[Darkmoon Dancer]

Buu raised an eyebrow quizzically at the mare's snarling threat. Oh, she knew of some bad individuals, and she knew of battle, but bloody battle was just that: bloody. Seldom could she say that fighting actually did much good. Sure, jostling and brawling could get violence out of someone's system, but real fighting, fighting to the death... well it usually just ended in a lot more death than initially planned. Sure, it was necessary sometimes, she herself had participated in a few wars, but she was still of a mind that most things could be dealt with if there was enough time and effort put into negotiating and fixing problems with something other than an axe or sharpened hoof. Buu vaguely wondered who this mare intended on killing, and mused whether she'd really be up to the task when the time came, but she said nothing. It was none of her business to pry.

Nodding to show she understood and would explain, Buu took a moment to gather her words and pull them together in this Soquili language. As best she could, she tried to expand and explain. "Well, standing means I see more than lying on ground. I see more, farther. Standing means I am ready, that I can do what I need. I can not walk until standing, or run until walking. Standing when there is danger is strhong because it shows you are not afraid. And that scares other who do not understand." Pausing, she felt that she did not do a very good job explaining what she meant, but this language was difficult when it came to explaining the important things. Things were just too complex to translate properly. Sighing, she tried adding this to sum up what she meant, "The one who stand tall when no one else can get up is strhong. That one is the one who will live longest."
 

[Jackariah Beckett]

Keely's eyes never moved from the gaze that stared back at her from the water. She listened, trying to wrap her mind not only around what the mare was telling her, but the accent the mare had as well. "I....guess." She watched as the reflection of the water gave a little sorrowful smile. "The male I was with.... He would have added that you can still be brave and scared. That the ones who stood even though they were scared, that they were the true brave ones." Her brow furrowed in a frown at the thought of the one she had loved so deeply. "But that was some time ago."

Keely raised her head to look at Buu. Giving a short chuckle "You want to know the funny part? I don't even know how long ago that was. Everything now just seems to mash up together..... I try to remember something. Something of warmth and happy, but they just get muddled and ran over by the pain."

She took a deep breath, quietly uttering "I know I must have had happy times at some point.... Why can't I think of them clearly?" Keely sighed, frustrated that she would even try and think of Ironforge. But she knew, deep in her heart, there must have been a reason she had loved him. That even because she felt deepy betrayed, she must have had her reason to love him. If only she could remember what he was like....