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Pain lanced through her leg again and she winced, doing her best to ignore it. She couldn't stop the pain and she couldn't do anything to help it, she was too far away from home to stop now. She probably needed some sort of medical attention. She could feel the blood dribbling down her leg, even if she was distracted a bit by the pouunding rain and raging storm. Damn she thought softly, eyes half-lidded against the intrusion of water.

Her body was soaked, white hair a mass that constantly fell into her eyes and stuck to her cheeks. This storm had come out of nowhere, it had been a cheerful and brilliant day, not a cloud in the sky. Oh, her luck was just perfect. Her body shivered and she knew she would have one massive cold when she got home. Right now, she just needed to get home. But...which way was it?

She managed a few more steps, the pain in her back leg hurting enough to make her hobble. She hoped very, very badly she wouldn't meet something that wanted to hurt her. Something she couldn't defend herself with.

She froze mid-step. Eh? Had she heard something. Her ears flattened backward, headed casting about in hope of seeing whoever and whatever it was before it could do anything to harm her. She might not be able to defend herself against it. She'd damn well try.

It didn't matter if the voice was a bit too familiar...

Az managed to see through her hair enough to catch the green flash-because now it was unmistakable, the rain and other factors made it so. Crap. Not him.

She didn't want him to see her like this. Wounded and soaking went, half-tempted to just fall to the ground and cry until she slept. Damned wounds always made her ansy and liable to do things she wouldn't normally do. She didn't want him to think she was weak, to think she was less then she was.

Why on earth did she care though? Of course she felt like she had to prove herself to others, that she was just as good as anyone else even just being herself. So why, why whenever she was around the green stallion did she feel that pressure heighten to enormous levels?

"It's none of your business," She tried to snap, it only came out as a croak. Damned exhaustion to the bowels of whatever hell there was. Weakness was for the losers. She wasn't weak.
"You can leave my side whenever you like, Caelen," She hissed, half-tempted to shaked her tresses out of her face, but knowing it wouldn't help any.

She was being mean and rude and she knew it. But pain, exhaustion and being soaking wet had worn what patience she had incredibly thin. It didn't matter a wink that she cold stop looking at him.

She shook her head, patience wearing even more, "Caelen, you nimwit!" She glared at him, "You don't need to tell me that! Not at all! I know you're not going to hurt me, hell, you've told me so many times--!" She blew out of her mouth, almost spitting the water the dribbled down her face away.

She growled at him, this close to just biting him. She did not need his help for anything. Her body shivered again and she wasn't sure if it was the cold and wet or the fact he was touching her once more. Did it matter at all? "You don't even know where I live," She hissed, glaring as best she could when she was soaking wet.

Trust him. She was supposed to trust him enough to get them out of the rain? What did she need his help for? She jumped as the lightning crackled dangerously. She didn't like that bit of the thunderstorm.

"Shut up," She managed to growl again, not wanting to move now that he was here. She didn't need his help at all. She had made it this far, after all. "And what if I don't want to move?" She half-hissed, half-sighed. She shivered again, too cold and tired to do much else. Even the pain in her leg, throbbing to her heartbeat, didn't spur her enough.

Azariel growled again wordlessly, torn between biting his ear and enjoying that nuzzle even if it was horrible timing. "Yes, yes," She hissed, glaring again.

She did know that. He couldn't keep his mouth shut on anything, why did she bother to tell him to? She shook her head, wet hair, splatting and clinging to her face, neck and body.

"Fine," Was she actually agreeing with him? What had happened to her stubbornness? She was just too tired to argue for long. All she wanted to do at that moment was lay down and sleep; sleep until everything just washed away...The temptation of his offer, to be warm and comfortable, was just enough to get her moving again, though she wouldn't bow enough to lean on him, "Let's go then."

Azariel shook her head, smiling despite the situation. He'd sing for her? How sweet of him, but she's rather not be serenaded at this point in time, besides, the routine interruptions of thunder and the crack of lightning did not set a very pleasant mood for entertainment.

"No one...messed with me," She grunted, taking a few steps forward, "It was a stupid thing. An old friend of mine and I were...checking out an old ravine we used to play in. Sadly," She glanced at him for a moment before returning her attention to the matter at hand, "IT was both too small for us and still dangerous." She winced as she wwas forced to and weight to her injured leg, "I got cut. I'll live."

She shook her head, still surprised at how so much had changed since she was a fool. Back then the ravine had been huge and though still dangerous, had been much less so. It was a cruel reminder of age once more.

Azariel snorted, not willing to take the bait, "Remember that and tell it to my two-legger, she's the one who refuses to cut it." Oh, howshe wishes she didn't have to deal with it! This was just the type of situation that made her hair at it's worst. It would be hell to fix it up.

An ear flicked toward him and she chewed on this information for a while, silent. "It's..." She sighed, "The same reason why I was acting like I was when we first met." Another sigh, she didn't want to discuss it with anyone. Likely, he'd just make fun of her over it.

She paused in her stride, looking at her searchingly. Had he just asked to stay the night with her? She regained herself and moved forward again, "Why not? You won't be the first." She huffed softly, remembering the last time someone had stayed at the teepee, he had been very injured and she had just been a filly.

Azariel snorted again, turning to give him a displeased look, "Right, right, you just said you wanted me to cut it," She pointed out, sighing and wincing as she once again put weight on her leg.

She chuckled, "Ha, it's that and another thing..." She shook her head, "But it's not something I want to talk about at the moment," She raised her head, looking around to see if they were any closer. She was so tired...so very, very tired. The weight of the day, the rain that soaked her to the skin and everything, just made her so tired. She sighed, "No, you may be a colt half the time, she looked at him, "But you're grown-up enough to have gotten my friendship."

As the silence lengthened she stopped, wondering what she had said to make him withdraw so much. Had it been the fact that he wouldn't be the first to stay at her home? The thought made her laugh, though the fact that she was probably becoming sick from being out so long in the rain did help it a bit.

"Caelen..." She raised her head to nuzzle his cheek softly, only half-aware of what she was doing, "The only other male to stay at my teepee was a friend who had been injured helping me. He stayed one night and I was just a filly. It was years ago." She let out a chuckle, "Don't get bent out over it, I'd hardly let anyone else stay."