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 Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2016 10:26 pm
"I wake up every night
to see the state I'm in
it's like an endless fight
I never seem to win
I can't go on
as long as I still believe
can't let go
when I keep wondering
Where are you now..."
There was a sense of weariness that kept Jesenya company most nights. The mare was exhausted in both mind and body. It was hard to shake off the thoughts that she had made a major mistake in attempting to gain her freedom. Her movements had been erratic to say the least but it was also in a last ditch attempt to make sure her trail was too hard to trace. The mare had never needed such use for evasive tactics until now. Fear kept her moving. Fear of discovery and fear of retaliation. Her decision had been made early in the onset of her mad rush. She had put as much distance as she could in her initial run before finding a place that could provide her with a modicum of safety until she could set out again. Traveling at night seemed to be the best way to go even if she stuck out like a sore thumb. Now though ... it seemed as if her strength was flagging. There needed to be something to provide her with the spark to keep going - to keep running.
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2016 10:43 pm
The day was beginning to fade away and Jesenya was mentally preparing herself to pace her trip that night. There was no sense in overtaxing her weakened body. Her violet eyes took in the path that she wished to travel over and slowly she placed one hoof down in front of the other and began to make her descent into a steep canyon. It was here that she planned to travel. It would be much easier to hide in the shadows of the gorge than to remain in a flat, open area. Her gaze flicked from side to side as she slowly descended. It would not be forever that she would feel the need to hide. However she could only assume that Horus would send out searchers to bring her back. Trickery had ensnared her in a web of deceit and she now needed to break free on her own.
A mistimed step and distracted mind was her downfall. Jesenya felt herself pitch forward and scrambled to regain her footing before losing whatever equilibrium and balance she had. The mare fought for purchase before tumbling down the remaining slope and coming to a crash at the bottom. Pain radiated through her as she lay in a crumpled heap. The loose scree had cut deeply into flesh and Jesenya moaned softly as she attempted to stand ... and failed as her legs buckled and she collapsed to the ground. Nothing seemed broken but everything ached. Her gaze took in the obvious signs of disruption of the steep path before she let her head sink to the ground. For now she was on the canyon floor and seemingly protected for the meanwhile. She could try and rest and heal whatever injuries she had sustained in her fall.
When, when the fire's at my feet again
and the vultures all start circling
they're whispering "you're out of time"
but still I rise
This is no mistake no accident
when you think the final nail is in
think again
Don't be surprised
I will still rise
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