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Posted by Loti on January 3, 2009, 1:45 am, in reply to "I can se clearly now the rain has gone~"
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As the effects of the mist came and went, Loti, for just a second, felt the touch of sanity on her mind. It was a welcome change-- for just that moment, she knew that her family was okay, that the form of Desdemona before her was as real as herself, that everything was in her head. She wasn't sure why it was happening, but she was pretty sure it would pass, it would be okay.
If only she wasn't the only one in this duo who knew that.
Loti's brief return to sanity came at an ironically bad time. It's soothing touch came to her mind just in time to see Des wheel on her with hatred in her eyes. Taken aback, not expecting this, she had just a moment to feel a shock of fear, as Desdemona gave a feral shriek and reared back, sending her hooves towards Loti's head with disturbing accuracy.
Loti, ever the wanderer, ever on a hunt for knowledge, had never been a fighter. The closest she had ever come to a scuffle was playfighting as a foal. She hadn't been violently evicted from her birth-herd, she had wandered off on her own, and if a herd occupying a territory over which she was wandering acted hostile, she was out of there as soon as she could move. As it stood, she had no means and no knowledge of how to defend herself. It didn't strike her to dodge out of the way, to somehow block the blow from landing, or from landing as hard-- the only thing she did was instinctively take a step or two backwards, and it didn't help at all. Desdemona's hooves landed heavily, directly between her ears.
Ow.
Very, seriously ow.
Now the dunskin mare was disoriented for a completely different reason. It wasn't the mist that made her see double, or making the world seem very strangely off-kilter. Ah, blunt force trauma. She was vaguely aware of the taste of blood in her mouth, and a trickle of wetness dripping from her head. Des had broken the skin, at the very least, and now the blood that trickled from the wound was staining her cheeks red. Red badge of.. confusion?
For several seconds, she stood shock still, nostrils flaring, panic evident on her face. OW. her head hurt. OW, f.ucking OW. Panic gripped her, moving oddly slowly-- or perhaps that was just her perception of time, making everything so much slower than it really was. Panic embraced her like a poisonous lover, and when it reached her head, everything started to speed up again. Instinct told her to belatedly fight back, to render a similar wound on the horse that had wounded her so. So, Loti reared up, hooves flailing, aiming for what appeared to be Mona's head. Or one of them, anyway.
She missed entirely. the world was spinning now, and she wasn't even sure if her hooves connected. If they did, it was little more then grazing mona's shoulder. Like we said, Loti was never much of a fighter.
Her hooves found the ground again, but she wasn't aware of that. Maybe the mist was working again, with the ample ground Mona's blow to the head gave it. In any case, the ground felt like it was alive, moving beneath her feet. She couldn't get purchase. She was standing shock still, and it felt like she was stumbling around wildly. Loti began to shake, twisting around to look Desdemona in the eye. She shook her head, snorting, and backed into the waves. small flecks of blood flew as she did so-- the head has lots of capillaries, so headwounds bleed profusely. Certainly, that didn't help the situation. Fully panicking, snorting with fear, Loti didn't stop until the water came up to her knees and hocks. Water. Beloved water. Water wasn't going to come up and smack her on the head.
So there loti stood, shivering and terrified.
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