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Post by data-bull on Oct 1, 2018 6:50:46 GMT -6
Changing Tides Rose and Hex consider past events and come to a conclusion on their paths towards the future.
Timeline: Over the course of several months aboard the Trespasser
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Post by data-bull on Oct 1, 2018 6:52:48 GMT -6
Rose
Seeing the Trespasser off in the distance made Rose uneasy. Not too long ago it would have been a welcome sight, but the glares directed at her as she boarded deemed otherwise. In their eyes she was a traitor; and perhaps in her own too.
For the first time since she’d met them, the unicorn found comfort in the cultists’ presence. Stepping up onto the ship’s deck, faces both old and new looked back at her. A mix of disgust and curiosity colored their expressions as she passed. Only a couple with what could be considered true hostility. Among them, a horse she didn’t recognize at all.
Rose pondered the reason as she and the others were shuffled into the boat’s belly. Guards stood posted at the doors. The air was uneasy as she attempted to settle in.
It was crowded in the room, but she didn't so much mind. It was better than being subjected to the judgement of those who were once her friends. It was better than remembering why she'd left.
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Post by data-bull on Oct 1, 2018 6:54:54 GMT -6
Hex
Having spoken to the other bloody flanks briefly aboard the ship during the strange procession, Hex had found her focus intently aimed on a particular individual. She hadn’t the chance to meet the mare in person before then, but she could smell the stink of a traitor all over them.
The wounded look in the mare’s gaze brought her stomach to a boil. She didn’t deserve their pity.
Her glare followed Rose until she disappeared from view. An enemy of Vidalia was twice an enemy of hers, she decided. And though it would be explained that their relationship with the newly acquired passengers was as allies, her personal grudge against the bloody flanks betrayer would continue to grow.
On multiple occasions, Hex considered outright killing her anyway. But she wasn’t sure how the rest of the crew might react. And she didn’t dare risk her place at Vidalia’s side for some petty revenge. Instead she sat and seethed in her room. Mumbling curses into the empty air.
Angry that she knew nothing about what had happened. And that she could do nothing to help the one she cared about.
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Post by data-bull on Oct 1, 2018 6:55:57 GMT -6
Rose
The injuries she’d sustained during her bout with Vidalia were still fresh, and once her mind had a chance to recover, her body reminded her of them. Ice still clung to the cuts. Knees bloody at the joints. The attacker’s intention had been to cripple her; she was lucky she could still walk.
Carefully cleaning around the wounds, Rose inspected them closely to determine if there was risk of infection. Thankfully they had already begun to heal. Albeit slowly due to the weapon that was used. Tearing off a portion of rag she found, the mare bandaged the cuts as best she could. Asking the crew for help didn’t seem wise.
Days passed before she felt comfortable enough to consider wandering about the ship. And even then only briefly. The mare kept close to the cultists when she could. To avoid being pulled aside by one of the crew. On and off she considered how she might escape. With Odina gone, Astrid was her only priority; yet each day she waited only brought her further away.
She couldn’t protect anyone.
That was the conclusion she arrived at. Her cousin’s death spoke volumes to that fact. Maybe, if she didn’t go back it would be for the best.
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Post by data-bull on Oct 1, 2018 7:12:14 GMT -6
Hex
Hex avoided encountering her when it was possible, but as Rose slowly gained the confidence to wander about it was becoming increasingly difficult. So the weather witch limited herself to the comfort of her room and the deck, where there were at least visual obstacles to separate them.
Though she wanted to, the mare avoided bringing up the subject around Vidalia. She didn’t know if there was some deeper issue underlying the friction between the two, but it wouldn’t change her own feelings about the situation. Hex had already decided that she hated the unicorn from the moment she saw her. Her damned face was reason enough.
And she was well aware of how juvenile it was. She simply didn’t care.
Whatever reason was behind it, the feelings were already there. They weren't going to change. No matter what Rose did, even if she groveled for forgiveness the rest of her life.
Months went by, and at some point she stopped obsessing over it. She still kept her distance, but she treated the other cultists the same way. Hatred became loathing, seething contempt faded to silent disgust. Amid such strange straits, it was the best case scenario for all involved.
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Post by Mad-Manx on Dec 9, 2018 7:01:22 GMT -6
Hello Starborns! Your thread rewards are: data-bull: 3AP
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