Am I ready to go?

Orin Takekuro · 10-04-2011, 06:57 PM

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If only Orin had known that somebody slumbered among the bedding in one of the horse’s pens she might have called out so they knew she was there. She especially would have announced her presence if she had known it was Shiloh, and if she had known that this was the very scene that happened just before Shiloh’s cruel beating that had her and her mate fleeing from AniWaya. Just before the women fled their homelands and sought refuge in Cercatori d’Arte Shiloh had been resting with her loyal mare when two savage men dragged her out of the stable and beat her mercilessly. There was no reason for the men’s violence other than vehement patriotism… patriotism that was placed in a pale shell of what AniWaya was meant to be, and their loyalty for the tyrant who had taken over.

But Orin knew none of this, and so hadn’t said anything until she started talking to the animals. Her voice echoed hollowly in the empty corners of the stables and was masked by the sounds of the animals – the hens as they pecked, the horses’ hooves, and even the cow’s occasional farts – so by the time it made it to the stall in which Shiloh slept it was distorted and foreign, so it was no wonder that the mistreated woman didn’t recognize her voice.

“Mrrrr…” was the cow’s unenthusiastic response to its new name. Even though it seemed to care less about its title Orin took the response as an approval. She nodded back to the cow but just as she was about to continue her conversation with the animals something crashed into her back!

“Ahh!” She screamed as she was flung forward, an incredible weight colliding with her spine. She felt a few vertebrae pop as she crashed to the ground, but luckily there was a pile of hay there to break her fall. She wasn’t hurt too badly, but she was shaken and scuffed.

The moment the weight was off her back she twisted around to face her attacker, all teeth and claws. Her hands went up to protect and slash back, but a second later she recognized Shiloh as she retreated and the fury melted from her eyes. Her heart drummed in her chest, making her ears throb with the sound. “Oh my god, Shiloh, it’s you,” she panted. “You scared the daylights out of me. What in the world do you think you’re doing?!”

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