Post by Indi on Mar 18, 2024 10:03:34 GMT -7
Content warning;; Mentions of murder and violence.
Character;; Vanima
Tagged;; Open
Notes;; <3
Timeline;; She is a year old.
Almost blinded by shock and exhaustion, the yearling filly staggered forward on limbs that seemed ready to give out from beneath her ink and ivory-marked frame at any moment. Tears still coursed down her cheeks, though she no longer seemed aware of the fact that she still wept. Her breathing came in ragged, shuddering inhalations and exhalations. She knew nothing of where she was or where she was going. Her mind's eye was filled to overflowing with what she had left behind, even if the exact passage of time was impossible for her to grasp any longer. Had it been mere hours? Days? More than that? She did not know. Nor, for that matter did it really matter in the long run. All the Appaloosa Paint filly knew for certain was that everyone she had ever known and loved was now dead and she was completely alone in the world. And she had no way of knowing for sure whether her life was still in danger or if the attackers would track her down to finish the job. Would her father's final actions in life be enough to ensure her survival or had it all been in vain? Was there any way to know?
Vanima did not even know why the attack had happened. Her herd had been a very small one, a close, tight-knit family grouping led by her father, made up of her siblings and half-siblings, along with some aunts, uncles, and cousins. They had been a peaceful clan, never troubling anyone else around them, never picking fights with nomads they came into contact with. There ought to have been no one who wished them harm and yet... clearly someone out there had wanted their tiny herd completely wiped out, obliterated from the face of the earth. But why? Why? The mixbred filly could not comprehend, could not wrap her mind around why this had happened. And without knowing the motivation for what had driven those vicious equines to slaughter her family, she had no way to know whether they might want to finish the job or whether they would care that there had been a single survivor of the attack. Not knowing the answer, she had forced herself away from the scene of carnage, knowing that there was little she could do now for her family - even if the thought of leaving them to carrion creatures was no doubt going to inspire nightmares in future - and knowing that her father would want her to survive.
Barely able to see her surroundings, Vanima was not prepared for a sudden, albeit low-set, obstruction that sent her stumbling forward painfully onto her knees. She blinked away tears, peering back where she had come, trying to discern what it was that had caused her to fall. After a few moments, she managed to force her bleary blue eyes to focus enough to decipher some kind of stone. Unfamiliar with humans, she did not recognize it - or other such things she saw around her now that she was paying more attention - as being manmade. Or that they were tombstones. All she knew was that one rock, tilted at a crazy angle and barely visible in the long grass, had been the reason for her fall. And now, still on her knees, she was finding it difficult to find the energy to rise once more. The notion of curling up and sleeping, with the hope of waking and discovering it was all a terrible dream certainly had plenty of merit to her exhausted, grief-stricken mind. Unfortunately, she was aware of two things. One, she was in a strange place that might well be a very unsafe place to sleep. And two, she had no doubt her dreams were bound to be filled with nightmares.
She just wasn't sure what to do now...
Character;; Vanima
Tagged;; Open
Notes;; <3
Timeline;; She is a year old.