[Roman]

Yet another land on her list crossed off as Cirilla continued on her mission to discover more than just the walls of her home, to escape the madness that threatened to consume her. It was hard, trying to break out of her introverted ways that she had grown so used to, having been hidden away and protected from the moment of birth. First, it was Eaglebush, her mother and then her father Thor had done the same, neither wishing to lose their daughter to the thieves and scoundrels that call the land of Wild Equines home. They had succeeded as Cirilla had only ever known safety all her life, which made it harder for her to leave home.

The cremello dun mare had heard of the great lake called Iosis, so shallow that mothers did not have to fear their children not being able to swim, yet Cirilla did not come here with a child. Instead, her purpose here was to see the breathtaking mountains and the crystal-clear waters, making find that child within her that she had tucked away safely. Slowly she wandered up to the edge of the lake, her icy blues peering across the surface until she got the courage to look at her reflection, wondering why she had locked herself away for all this time. A tear rolled down her cheek as a silent sob got caught in her throat, trying to release all the tension she held within her body. She knew now that when she got home, Cirilla should speak with her father and tell him how she feels, knowing he would guide her as he had always done.

"Speech"
Tagged: Open
Words: 275
Note: Cirilla on her little journey. Open to anything but death

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I got troubled thoughts
And the self-esteem to match
What a catch, what a catch

Living in a war ravaged realm was very overwhelming for the skittish giant. As large as he was, Skully was not by any means a fighter. Fighting meant getting injuries, and injuries meant that infection could set in, and infection could be deadly, and deadly meant dying. As much of a scaredy-cat as he was, Skully did not want to die. He wanted to live. Safely. He had managed to escape the battling equines that were scattered throughout the Free Lands, not interacting with anyone for so long that he was starting to feel the heaviness of being lonely. He lacked friends here, but that was nothing new. Friendship had been impossible for him back home, where everyone wanted him to be a monster and he just wasn't. He was - literally - afraid of his own shadow, often seeing it move out of the corner of his eye and spooking and making himself look utterly ridiculous. Fear and anxiety were Skullcrusher's baseline. He couldn't remember a single moment in time where he was not frightened of one thing or another.

That being the case, as he was walking by another equine (carefully keeping a safe distance), he jumped nearly out of his skin when she made a choked sobbing sound. He let out a startled huff of air, launching himself forward a few scurrying steps, ears flattening against his head as his eyes went wide. It was not hard at all to trigger his fight or flight response, and he always (always) picked fleeing the scene. However, after his initial spooking, Skully actually processed the sound and recognized it as crying. He took a calming breath, turning his head to look at the cream hued mare nearby, the cougar skull on the woven grass necklace he wore bouncing against his chest. He stared at her a moment, ears still nervously flattened against his head despite him being massive in a way that would have been intimidating had he not looked so utterly ridiculous with his wide eyed startled look on his face.

"Um..." he spoke, timid, "are you alright, miss? Are you hurt?" Oh god, what was he going to do if she was hurt?! Was this a trap? Feeling panic welling up inside of him, nostrils flaring, Skully frantically looked around them to see if there was any other equines lurking nearby for an ambush. He didn't see anyone... yet.


Tagged: Roman w/ Cirilla
Words: 400
Character: Skullcrusher
Notes: Hope you don't mind this goofy goober being posted here! <3
Timeline: 4 years 1 month, spring, mid-day

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