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[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[There is a massive draft horse of indeterminate breeding on the plane. It does not look happy to be there. In fact all the vibes it's giving off are those of extreme displeasure. Its ears are back, the shuffling and snorting its doing a clear indication that it wants people to STAY AWAY. There are torn clothes on the ground, a broken belt--and the well-cared-for hilt of a sword showing above the battered scabbard in which the sword itself is sheathed.

Yeah. If you recognize the weapon she always carries, you might recognize the pissed-off expression on the horse's face.

Aniki has not had a good day.]

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[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[{What in the name Mithros divine happened?}]

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

You lost yourself in the horse's mind.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[...well shit.]

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

It is important to hold onto something that is you. Your sword--whenever you feel yourself start to lose to the horse, remember your sword. It would be best to keep it with you at all times.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[{How? No hands.} She shakes her head, having a hard time telling if she's nervous because of the wolf-smell or because she THOUGHT SHE WAS A HORSE, WHAT THE HELL.]

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

You do not need to wield the sword to be its master, do you?

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Heavy sigh of depression. She noses at the scabbard. {Don't feel much like a swordswoman without it.}]

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

But you are one. Your heart is that of a swordswoman. You must never forget that.