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 Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2013 7:13 pm
 Discordia had left the safety of her home some time ago. In fact she couldn’t quite remember when exactly she had seen her Mother’s face. “Has it really been that long?” she questioned quietly to herself with her head dipped down a bit. Her ears flicked as the ‘creature’ forged of voodoo and earth swung from branch to branch above her within safe distance. She watched as the ‘bird-like’ creature took its leafy limbs and swooped rather quickly in the flush canopy of the forest. Perhaps not something—someone she would’ve intentionally chosen to aide her on this brief journey as it was rather loud, annoying at times, and very rude to others but somehow Discordia was glad that she came across such a being and did accompany her. Of course Discordia could not complain. Not really anyways, considering that ever since the incident she had become quite distant to strangers. And with good reason too! The world wasn’t as joyful as she thought some months ago before the incident and the ‘creature’ was doing quite a good job at keeping her protective, from her reliving the horror again.
With a soft sigh the mare lifted her head. “Oh great,” she muttered quietly under her breath. Discordia had lost her sense of awareness when it came to just wandering about. She could go on with days without not knowing in which direction she was heading. North, South, East, West , and every place in between honestly looked the same as the other direction. “Perhaps we’ll take a break,” she looked up to the swinging creature with a soft settle smile. The trees here sparse which worried her as there was little shrubbery she could hide behind even though she was quite certain that even a flimsy tree couldn’t hide away her body. She slumped, pressing her side against the trunk of an aged willow tree. The branches looked as if they had once flourished but were now thin with barely any leaves growing on them. And somehow, even though the tree was a plant, Discordia could relate to it. She felt almost lifeless—pathetic and waiting for what? Something extraordinary to happen? She laughed at herself and shook her head. All she really wanted was to fit in…somewhere.
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2013 8:48 pm
 The trees were just as barren here, but the climate was warmer. It was a shame that his joints ached so much in the cold. They never used to. Perhaps it was a sign of his beaten and bruised spirit that it affected him so in comparison...
...in comparison to how he used to be able to handle it.
The stallion didn't briskly shake his head, but moreso swayed wearily as he continued his trek. His pesky accomplice was currently nowhere to be found, and Baellian took the time to enjoy the silence. And yet, it made him uneasy. Paranoid. As if he was being watched without the little thing to pester him and keep him distracted. He was developing an odd sort of dependance on her.
And he hated it.
With a low snort, the Cerynei continued on, a ghost through an equally quiet "forest". While he wasn't actively looking around, his ears twitched despite their flopping...he was on alert. But he wasn't hyper-vigilant...yet.
. o O ( I'm so sorry if my posts seem short. ;___;` It's been a while since I've written huge ones. )
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2013 5:41 pm
Discordia lost herself in thought which wasn’t that strange for the young mare as her mind liked to wander, even more so when traveling throughout unknown territory. If it wasn’t for her little companion-creature-pet than she would’ve gone on and on without paying much to anything else around her. The little critter curled itself and looked off in the nearby distance with a little, quiet grow emitting from its vocals. Discordia stopped and pondered for a brief moment as she followed the creature’s gaze. It was probably nothing, she thought to herself. Just something moving about in the bushes that caught the attention of her ever-so-faithful companion. She sighed and was about to continue on with her little journey, but he didn’t give in so easily and instead began digging at the earth as if whatever it was that was out there was bothering it. Odd. Discordia had never really seen her companion act like this. “Come on,” she spoke softly to entice it to follow her. Whatever was out there—or whomever surely seemed like a threat, but she hoped that wasn’t the case. She lowered her head and tried to nudge the magical critter in the other direction, but was failing in doing so.
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