Post by Lillianne du Verais on Jun 13, 2011 11:03:15 GMT -5
We had been only two days outside the City walls, riding hard and fast towards our destination like an arrow at a target when disaster struck. Disaster for me, death for my horse, and delay for Guy. A farmer helpfully showed us a path that cut through his land when we paused to buy a loaf of bread from him, a path that would save us a good three hours had we stuck by the road. Kissing both his suddenly blushing cheeks, I thanked him numerous times before flashing Guy a grin, and we struck out across country and away from the road.
To be honest, I'm not entirely sure what happened.. Guy jumped a felled oak covering the path and continued on, though looking back dutifully after me to make sure I cleared as well. I had no compunctions for it; I'd rode my mare for three years solid, loved her and knew her as much as I could possibly have, and I knew she could handle the jump fine. Something happened though, something was off balance, and I felt it as soon as she began the jump. I gasped, her hoof struck something, and when we landed it was with a sickening crack.
My mare screamed, I screamed, my leg pinned under her as she thrashed. I'd held on the entire way, never coming out of the saddle, and it took Guy coming to my rescue to roll the mare up enough to get my leg out.
I couldn't look when he slit her throat, a clean, quick death. I cried like a child, feeling an indescribable loss for my beautiful mare, whose blood ran like a scarlet river along the ground to stain her pale coat.
My leg hurt like the blazing hells, my shin and ankle especially, and though I thought I could hobble, Guy swept me into his arms and set me gently atop his horse. It took an hour to walk back to the farmers house, my things retrieved from my mare and lashed to the back of Guys saddle. I'd declined taking my mares tack, and before long a deal was struck, gold changed hands; the farmer would deliver me back to the nearest town and secure a rented carriage for me to go back to the City, and he would bury my poor mare. The tack would be his; I didn't want it.
And so it was that I made my way back to the City of Elua, my ankle swollen and throbbing with each lurch of the carriage, and Guy continued towards the destination that I should have been with him on. I prayed for Sophine, prayed for Guy, prayed for their siblings that they chased after.
At least I would be able to see Castiel, I thought. That was my one solace.
To be honest, I'm not entirely sure what happened.. Guy jumped a felled oak covering the path and continued on, though looking back dutifully after me to make sure I cleared as well. I had no compunctions for it; I'd rode my mare for three years solid, loved her and knew her as much as I could possibly have, and I knew she could handle the jump fine. Something happened though, something was off balance, and I felt it as soon as she began the jump. I gasped, her hoof struck something, and when we landed it was with a sickening crack.
My mare screamed, I screamed, my leg pinned under her as she thrashed. I'd held on the entire way, never coming out of the saddle, and it took Guy coming to my rescue to roll the mare up enough to get my leg out.
I couldn't look when he slit her throat, a clean, quick death. I cried like a child, feeling an indescribable loss for my beautiful mare, whose blood ran like a scarlet river along the ground to stain her pale coat.
My leg hurt like the blazing hells, my shin and ankle especially, and though I thought I could hobble, Guy swept me into his arms and set me gently atop his horse. It took an hour to walk back to the farmers house, my things retrieved from my mare and lashed to the back of Guys saddle. I'd declined taking my mares tack, and before long a deal was struck, gold changed hands; the farmer would deliver me back to the nearest town and secure a rented carriage for me to go back to the City, and he would bury my poor mare. The tack would be his; I didn't want it.
And so it was that I made my way back to the City of Elua, my ankle swollen and throbbing with each lurch of the carriage, and Guy continued towards the destination that I should have been with him on. I prayed for Sophine, prayed for Guy, prayed for their siblings that they chased after.
At least I would be able to see Castiel, I thought. That was my one solace.