And darkness spreads over the snow
Like ancient bruises
458 :: Plz excuse, I am rusty and feeling Marika out XD Also Faina looks like this.
How strange it was, to be making this trek again. It was not a trip she had really planned on making again, but then again, so many of the turns in her life path seemed to be unforeseen. Now that she was making her way back to the lands of 'Souls though the real question was: how long would she stay? Marika had always like the sound of finding someplace permanent to settle down, but the wanderlust that flowed in her veins had always had other plans. It seemed she had always been bouncing from one place to another the whole of her life. It probably had much to do with the way she had lived when she had still been with her parents. They had been wandering souls and it seemed they had passed that trait onto their children.
That was perhaps why the life of the Romani had been of such an appeal to her. They were a cohesive family unit, but they traveled, never staying in one place for too long. The wayward Russo daughter had thrived in that environment. She had continued in her study of equine husbandry and come into the possession of a beautiful Vanner mare whom she had named Faina. Her skills in the healing arts had improved, as well as various other hobbies that she had picked up in her time among them. Of course that happiness and sense of worth had been poisoned by her relationship with one of the men: Milosh. It had started off wonderfully, as those things always do. But quickly he had become possessive, and in turn that brought out the worst in her. After months, Marika had come to realize she needed to escape Milosh, and sadly with him, the gypsy clan as well. The hybrid woman had packed what she could into Faina's saddlebags and taken off in the middle of the night, without once looking back.
The most difficult part had been to secure an ocean passage for both Faina and herself. Not many captains wished to take on the risk of transporting a horse, and while Marika understood why, she refused to leave the mare behind. Finally she had found a ship willing to take the both of them to Freetown, and now here she was, following the land bridge down to Nova Scotia. The pair had come upon the outskirts of an old human city, and out of curiosity the Russo had guided them into its depths. Faina's large hooves sounded loudly on the broken asphalt, echoing against the dilapidated buildings that surrounded them. Mismatched eyes watched hawk-like for any sign of a useful item to scavenge, and also for any potential threats that might materialize from the ghost city.
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