OOC Stuff
Liliana was cryinging where she was left, beaten bleeding and bruised. How could this happen, why did they hate her like this? Why did they have to resort to brute strength to a woman who had no training what so ever. It hurt to move, but when she heard a voice call her name, her head shot up, at first she thought it was the man come back to see if she’d changed her mind, though she had told him the horses could learn so much before they became confused. Once she caught the scent though she registered the voice better.... Leon? She knew him, yes he helped her with the horses. Hurridly she wiped away the tears with torn arms from defending her face from the man that had beat her. Why her? They wanted her to train the horses but she was only and itse to them.... she was no longer the master, so why would they want to hurt her like they did?
“Yes....”
She answered weakly, her voice cracked from her silent crying, it hurt to swallow and her eyes burned, her body felt like it fell from the top of the stable roof and her open cuts were stinging horribly... the only good thing about the whole situation was.... her children were not here to witness it. That lightened the female’s heart.
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