Post by dofferz! on Aug 5, 2017 22:13:18 GMT
//I hardly have anything planned for this soooo bear with me. Post memory loss, pre bad stone peeps? However that would work out tbh but whatever
She was sitting in her room, alone to everybody except the baby robin she had saved. Yea, she still had it with her; it's leg healing up slowly but surely with the makeshift splint she had added to it. Nothing a toothpick, napkin, tape, and vet wrap couldn't do. But that was only the physical side of it; Who knew what horrors awaited the poor creature in it's head. Were there any from the near death situation, or had they been ripped away from it, hopefully for the best? That's what hers had done. They were out of her head. She didn't even remember most of the extreme pain she had been through. All the hurt, fear, and how long she had been her lonesome? Tons of harmful memories were stolen from her, but with it some good. She was aware of this loss, but not so of what she did loose, but however, she hardly made an attempt to return them. She was happy now, and more so than she had been in years. She may of been like the bird in it's mental state, their physical was quite different, she noticed. The bird was fixing itself. Some sort of change was happening. She, on the other hand, wasn't. If she didn't change the way she behaved, nothing would happen. Life would return back to how it had been, and her second chance would of been wasted.
It wasn't just memory loss, though. She had managed to regain many things that she had forgotten in her years in the form of flashbacks. Seeing them had brought something to her attention. As long as she could remember, she had always looked up to somebody. She had never been the bigger person, and was always relying on somebody else to be there. From day one. Up until now she had never realized how much she dragged others down in this way; being unable to fend for herself. Sure, she had managed it for a year--and what would of probably been longer. Yea, she had wanted to prove to herself back then that she could take care of herself. And she did, yea, but as soon as she had returned everything she had once thought true had dissolved into nothing; reverted back to her old ways. Fifteen years it had been. She had remained that way. That was thirty stinking eight years she had been reliant on others (damg doff you're an old lady). Yea, it wasn't gonna be nine. Not today, not tomorrow. Not ever again.
As she sat there, her eyes landed on what lay before her. She slanted her eyes and rose to her feet, pulling her hair back into a small ponytail and out of her face. She traget ihr gear, and she wore her robe over it for the sake of the public's speculations, before silently rushing through the village towards towards outermost border close to the tree line.
The next day she returned, and the day after; honing her skills to as much avail as she could. She disappeared from the village way too often anyways. The others were probably used to it by now. It was a common thing. Therefore, the sudden lack of, well, Doff, wasn't the biggest worry in her head. From dusk to dawn she would stay, and sometimes overnight. Sleeping without proper shelter was no issue to her. Titans were the biggest risk, but hawk, she was preparing for them anyways. She didn't know why she was being secretive about it, but for some reason she didn't want the others to find out. Not yet; not now. Criticism, maybe. Maybe because she didn't want her self confidence to go down the drain after witnessing their performances better than her own. Meals were no biggie; she hardly ate anyways, and She brought with her everyday a bit of bread to last her. Hawk, she hardly even saw anybody the last couple days. Dropping off the earth was normal. Making people think she was dead was her specialty. Shh, that wasn't her intention now though. Prior experience resulted in the fact of her building a small shelter in between two tree trunks from branches, just in case she was to spend the night. Every day there were more and more depressions in the trunks of the surrounding trees, both up high and down close to the ground. Aw naw, she wasn't lazing about.
Unlike the night before, she returned back to the town as the sun started to sink down into the horizon. She had left her 3DMG in her spot, attempting to seem as if she hadn't been messing around with it. Why so secretive dang it this isn't good. A pulsing headache chewed at her, leading her straight back to her room. Although she had been hungry before, headache nausea spoiled any prospect of eating. She gave Lazarus another handful off food, slightly irritated with herself that she had been neglecting him as of late. Drunk on sleep deprivation, she carried the robin with her to a chair. After leaving him alone for so long, she could at least make it up by giving him some attention. However, that moment was short lived as she was asleep in heartbeats.
She awoke the next morning in the same spot she had fallen asleep, Lazarus exploring the ground as she had never put him away that night. Raising to her feet, she scooped the little bird up and carried him and a small piece of bread with her outside, planning on staying here for the day. Things didn't go well when she was gone for too long, it seemed. Her legs and body screamed in agony at her, sore from the feet up. She slowly ate the bread, feeding the robin a couple crumbs for every bite that she took. Her path weaved towards the stables. Jean was an old boy, and she wanted to check up on him and make sure his health was in check. That and the horse that she was keeping an eye on as the overo's successor: a bright chestnut, quarter, mare.
//elapsed ic time: about a week
///okay what is development I'm trying
This isn't the development I wanted
But in summation
She don't wanna be at the mercy of others all the time and wants to become the bigger person for once. She wants to be able to fend for herself, inside and outside of battle. So she's gonna be braver, stronger, and more coordinated in battle. The downside is that she's been devoting every bit of her day to that to the point where she's been absent for around the whole time, being gone for a full 24-48 hours at times.
But now she's at the stable with Lazarus bby, checking on Jean and showing her interest on what will be 99% likely to become her next horse. Black overos are my favourite, but next to that are bright chestnuts with big, white blazes. Quarter horses are my favourite breed, so ye. She's actually gonna be slightly based off of Pumpkin, but idk what to name her yet tho.
She was sitting in her room, alone to everybody except the baby robin she had saved. Yea, she still had it with her; it's leg healing up slowly but surely with the makeshift splint she had added to it. Nothing a toothpick, napkin, tape, and vet wrap couldn't do. But that was only the physical side of it; Who knew what horrors awaited the poor creature in it's head. Were there any from the near death situation, or had they been ripped away from it, hopefully for the best? That's what hers had done. They were out of her head. She didn't even remember most of the extreme pain she had been through. All the hurt, fear, and how long she had been her lonesome? Tons of harmful memories were stolen from her, but with it some good. She was aware of this loss, but not so of what she did loose, but however, she hardly made an attempt to return them. She was happy now, and more so than she had been in years. She may of been like the bird in it's mental state, their physical was quite different, she noticed. The bird was fixing itself. Some sort of change was happening. She, on the other hand, wasn't. If she didn't change the way she behaved, nothing would happen. Life would return back to how it had been, and her second chance would of been wasted.
It wasn't just memory loss, though. She had managed to regain many things that she had forgotten in her years in the form of flashbacks. Seeing them had brought something to her attention. As long as she could remember, she had always looked up to somebody. She had never been the bigger person, and was always relying on somebody else to be there. From day one. Up until now she had never realized how much she dragged others down in this way; being unable to fend for herself. Sure, she had managed it for a year--and what would of probably been longer. Yea, she had wanted to prove to herself back then that she could take care of herself. And she did, yea, but as soon as she had returned everything she had once thought true had dissolved into nothing; reverted back to her old ways. Fifteen years it had been. She had remained that way. That was thirty stinking eight years she had been reliant on others (damg doff you're an old lady). Yea, it wasn't gonna be nine. Not today, not tomorrow. Not ever again.
As she sat there, her eyes landed on what lay before her. She slanted her eyes and rose to her feet, pulling her hair back into a small ponytail and out of her face. She traget ihr gear, and she wore her robe over it for the sake of the public's speculations, before silently rushing through the village towards towards outermost border close to the tree line.
The next day she returned, and the day after; honing her skills to as much avail as she could. She disappeared from the village way too often anyways. The others were probably used to it by now. It was a common thing. Therefore, the sudden lack of, well, Doff, wasn't the biggest worry in her head. From dusk to dawn she would stay, and sometimes overnight. Sleeping without proper shelter was no issue to her. Titans were the biggest risk, but hawk, she was preparing for them anyways. She didn't know why she was being secretive about it, but for some reason she didn't want the others to find out. Not yet; not now. Criticism, maybe. Maybe because she didn't want her self confidence to go down the drain after witnessing their performances better than her own. Meals were no biggie; she hardly ate anyways, and She brought with her everyday a bit of bread to last her. Hawk, she hardly even saw anybody the last couple days. Dropping off the earth was normal. Making people think she was dead was her specialty. Shh, that wasn't her intention now though. Prior experience resulted in the fact of her building a small shelter in between two tree trunks from branches, just in case she was to spend the night. Every day there were more and more depressions in the trunks of the surrounding trees, both up high and down close to the ground. Aw naw, she wasn't lazing about.
Unlike the night before, she returned back to the town as the sun started to sink down into the horizon. She had left her 3DMG in her spot, attempting to seem as if she hadn't been messing around with it. Why so secretive dang it this isn't good. A pulsing headache chewed at her, leading her straight back to her room. Although she had been hungry before, headache nausea spoiled any prospect of eating. She gave Lazarus another handful off food, slightly irritated with herself that she had been neglecting him as of late. Drunk on sleep deprivation, she carried the robin with her to a chair. After leaving him alone for so long, she could at least make it up by giving him some attention. However, that moment was short lived as she was asleep in heartbeats.
She awoke the next morning in the same spot she had fallen asleep, Lazarus exploring the ground as she had never put him away that night. Raising to her feet, she scooped the little bird up and carried him and a small piece of bread with her outside, planning on staying here for the day. Things didn't go well when she was gone for too long, it seemed. Her legs and body screamed in agony at her, sore from the feet up. She slowly ate the bread, feeding the robin a couple crumbs for every bite that she took. Her path weaved towards the stables. Jean was an old boy, and she wanted to check up on him and make sure his health was in check. That and the horse that she was keeping an eye on as the overo's successor: a bright chestnut, quarter, mare.
//elapsed ic time: about a week
///okay what is development I'm trying
This isn't the development I wanted
But in summation
She don't wanna be at the mercy of others all the time and wants to become the bigger person for once. She wants to be able to fend for herself, inside and outside of battle. So she's gonna be braver, stronger, and more coordinated in battle. The downside is that she's been devoting every bit of her day to that to the point where she's been absent for around the whole time, being gone for a full 24-48 hours at times.
But now she's at the stable with Lazarus bby, checking on Jean and showing her interest on what will be 99% likely to become her next horse. Black overos are my favourite, but next to that are bright chestnuts with big, white blazes. Quarter horses are my favourite breed, so ye. She's actually gonna be slightly based off of Pumpkin, but idk what to name her yet tho.
