[ dead man walking ] NUNA

[SADIK]

[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=b8cee6] S A D I K I hear the angels talking The silver dun stallion wandered along through the foresty area beyond the stream, finding him inbetween the massive mountains behind him and the stream beyond the forest. His hooves sank in the damp turf underfoot, the ground muting his steps to dull thuds as he meandered along in no hurry. One dark tipped ear swiveled and twitched alertly as he listened closely to the sounds around him. Sadik wasn't usually the wary sort but the fact that bears and mountain lions frequented this area meant he had to keep his guard up, especially since the scent of his blood would do nothing but lure them toward him. He gave his head a slight shake at the thought, silvery mix-toned forelock falling messily over his blood encrusted face. It hadn't rained in a few days and thus there'd been nothing to wash the old blood off his face, leaving him looking like a rather macabre mess. He uttered a quiet sigh, continuing to wind his way around the forest and toward the stream to the water that he sought. Every now and again he staggered or stumbled, thrown slightly off balance and being forced to lean against the trunk of a tree for support for a few moments as he regained his balance. Each time this happened he felt himself growing more agitated and his jaw clenched in frustration. Multicolored tail lashed sharply at his ivory splotched hips as he struck out at the soft ground with a dark forehoof, dirt spraying up his primitively striped foreleg. His ribcage expanded widely as he took in a deep breath and set off again, this time forcing himself into a rough trot. His jaw clenched and gentle green eyes narrowed as he continued forcing himself along, his breaths quickening as his heart rate increased and he began to speed up again, this time throwing himself forward into a lope. The increasing tempo of his footsteps drummed in his ears, accompanied by the rapid pounding of his heart and lungs within his masculine chest. Nostrils flared for better air intake as he gave his head a wild toss just before bursting through the foliage and into the open, meadow like area that surrounded the stream. He launched himself upward in a half buck, kicking out for a moment before settling once more into a smoother gait, slowing from a lope to a jerky trot and then finally to a halt. His breaths were quick and strained, borderlining on wheezes as his sides heaved. He could already feel his warm, sticky blood trickling and smearing over his muzzle. He closed his eyes briefly, neck curling his head in toward his chest just for a moment as he fought the urge to want to just smash his head repeatedly into some large tree. Pinning his ears slightly he drew himself from these thoughts, uncurling his crested neck once more as a faint, breathy chuckle left him. His pale gaze snapped to the left as he caught the faint movement nearby. I'm a breathing, talking dead man walking

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[NUNA]

NUNA

Nuna had worked herself into a fit earlier in the morning, in an attempt to avoid her other half taking over the dappled filly had changed herself into a fern though hadn’t been able to hold it through the rage which had only lead to further frustration and she had re-acted more violently to herself than usual. Her anger had been taken out on a nearby tree, while in reality it had been taken out on her hind legs. Kicking a solid tree repetitively was a good way to wreck her legs, though in the rage that had raced through the normally placid Pacis hadn’t given it a second thought. Now as she walked around stiff and sore she was paying the price, she had come out of the rage which was always slightly disorienting. She was aware of what happened and she didn’t leave totally but she certainly wasn’t in control and it was one of the most unnerving feelings she had ever experienced and yet she had little to know control over the occurrence. Now moving stiffly she was coming clear of the wooded area the waters ahead were promising, rumours floated through the trees that they had healing powers and while Nuna didn’t know the validity of the rumours she did know the cool water would feel good on her tender hind legs.

Forcing herself to pick up the trot she regretted every stride of it to start, head held high and whole frame tense it was obvious she was hurting but it didn’t stop her for a second. Her mind was set, focus on the cool running water the vines that fell over her shoulders would appreciate some hydration as well, it seemed like they were constantly in need of water but the dappled creature didn’t mind – she thoroughly enjoyed water especially when she could trust it not to filled with carnivorous creatures wanting to prey upon her flesh. The dappled filly limbered up as she moved the movement she was naturally capable of became more obvious as her hind end was capable of providing the required suspension. Reaching the water’s edge she slowed to a walk, her forelimbs hit the water first and the relief was almost instant. Wading in the shallows she dipped her dished tiara and drew a long sip from the cool waters and was ravishing in the light of the day when a creature exploded from the clearing. She would normally ignore the presence of another unless it happened to be in her immediate proximity. Though the scent of blood drew her curiosity and she reluctantly left the cool waters hoping she wasn’t making some mistake.

The creature was breathing hard, and granted he had been travelling at some speed but the smell of blood was even more concerning. She approached with care, not wanting to startle the possibly wounded creature standing in one place a distance away Nuna dropped her frame as not to scare the stallion before her, large eye watched carefully and her tone hit the air in an inquisitive nature.

“Are you alright?”

“nuna talks”

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