.....:My body ached throughout every inch of my silver flesh, and I dreaded the moment when I finally came to conciousness. I could smell the dreadful liquid which was dripping from my veins, and I didn't dare stand up. Everything was painful, sores in my side....yet it didn't seem quite as bad as when my mother hadn't been in best of moods. I raised my head, cringing my eyes tighter together as I felt my muscles flex in an agonizing movement. I crashed my head back onto the cool ground, which was finally drying after the storm passed through while I had layed unconcious during that night. My entire mind was in a haze, I couldn't seem to focus on a single thing around me. Not a single smell, sight....nothing that extended outside my own boundries which was my flesh. It was only that I layed for what seemed like hours, that I stood ever-painstakingly in attempts to find something that may ease such pain that my wounds induced within me. I thank the gods my heart had stopped pounding for the time being, perhaps it was too busy trying to add it's pain to my other wounds.
.....:I came to sitting on a hill near the ruin, a supposed favorite spot of mine, one could say. I let my ears lax and wander, trying to desperatly to listen for that musical sound of hoovebeats that my ears seemed to be lacking recently. Suddenly, another doe approached, and I swiveled my head to locate the company. They sat as well,and as it seemed, they also appeared to be no danger. I nodded my head, not attempting to stand as the pain was much too great. We sat for awhile, letting our minds wander as the haze of the forest was presented before our eyes in a spectrum of colors across the landscape. Though, I felt as if, I probably shouldn't be with others, as my wounds were most unsightly. I rose to my hooves, bowing as a sort of thanks for her company, before I slowly made my way to another hill I've often taken favor to resting upon.
