Post by EvixxX on May 10, 2024 9:00:22 GMT -7
In the distance, a divine battle raged on. Even before Agana was close enough to see the proceedings, evidence of the conflict reached her auditory lobes. Hooves meeting flesh, the crack as teeth clashed against teeth - the sounds of battle reverberated through the trees and caused Agana's hair to stand on edge. The sun awoke and began to creep over the distant mountains and shed its golden hued light on the landscape. Shades of tawny orange and vibrant amber illuminated the normally shaded valley, as the sun bloomed on the horizon. What was once shrouded in darkness would soon be emblazoned and made plain for all to see. Reassured by the security that daylight had brought, Agana turned her massive cinnamon-colored frame towards the sound of the disturbance. Her sensitive ears pricked forward with concern and perhaps, curiosity. Hmph. She snorted to herself in thought, It doesn't sound that far away. I should probably check it out - might be entertaining at the very least. Shaking the morning dew from her liver chestnut pelt, the mare began to plod her way towards the conflict. Cautious of what she could be walking into, she figured it would be best to approach slowly and out of sight. Rushing up on those preoccupied with blood shed seemed like a good way to invite harm unto herself. As the sounds of battle increased, growing both in their intensity and frequency, Agana picked up her stride to a slow working trot. Her large, feathered hooves collided with the rocky terrain as she rounded the hill to a peak in the valley. Her intense green orbs sought their target intently, her face taught with focus as she searched the area below for any sign of the skirmish. Crack. A tree in the vicinity buckled and snapped under some unseen impact. There. Now who could it be? She pondered, as she had not encountered another equine for at least a fortnight. With a moment's hesitation, she decided to continue in the direction of the scene and gain a better vantage point. Before she could gain any ground, her lucid vision dissolved, and she woke with a start.
It took a few moments for her thoughts to clear: her mind a cesspool of fragmented images from her dream, partial thoughts and questions. Only questions - no answers. Eventually, she was able to gather herself and what was left of her psyche and open her emerald globes. A quick glance of her surroundings revealed little to the mare and thus she had her first question of the day: Where am I? It had been three days since Agana had woken from her senseless stupor on that mountainside. She had been alone and isolated when she woke, her memory and past ravaged by some unknown force. Her only comprehensible memory was that of the event and it seemed that her subconscious was adamant about bringing her back to that moment - if not in her waking moments, then her insentient ones too. Agana pulled her subconscious from its spiral into the gutter and made a visible effort to focus on things in the material world. Her face hardened as she struggled to make sense of her surroundings, to give herself any hope of familiarity. There was none. She scarcely remembered the past few days and it took a notable amount of effort to retain that little bit of information in her cerebrum.
With her mind in a constant state of disarray, Agana picked herself up to a standing position and took off at a walk in whichever direction she had been facing. The air around her was thick with mist and the smell of decay. What does the stench of death even smell like? The aroma was familiar to her but in an unknown way - recognizable but intangible. As with many other questions she had been asking herself in the given days, she had no explanation for her self-made query. Trudging along at a snail's pace, Agana's liver-colored pelt glistened in the scattered rays of sunlight that filtered through the dense canopy of trees. The luminous beams of light caught her frame and illuminated her dark pelt, exposing its sanguine color as she traveled along the forest floor. Long ivory tresses swayed in the breeze as she marched and had she not been so preoccupied in thought; she might have stopped to enjoy the feeling. With so many unknowns, Agana considered that her only logical option was to keep moving. A desperate search for anything or anyone familiar, something to make sense of her missing past. As she walked, she agonized over her predicament - each step bringing her closer to hope or ruin.
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Note: First one in 10 years! ^_^
Tagged: fleabittengray w/ Baazalanan
Character: Agana
WC: 780
Timeline: Three days after waking up with amnesia
Location: In the forest surrounding the WH