My 'Walking Dead' characters, Arissa Bailey, and her horse, Midnight's Lark, or Lark for short.
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STORY
Camping out in the middle of the woods, with the fire low, Arissa sits on the saddle beside the fire as Lark grazes around the tree he was tied to. The girl scrapes out the last of the corn from the can she was eating from before setting it down. That day, she found a store and managed to scavenge some canned goods that raiders have left behind. There was enough just for the saddle bag to carry.
She sighs and leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees and latching her fingers together to place her chin upon them. Arissa looks at the fire, deep in thought. She had much to think about but there was one in particular she always tried to avoid and yet she always came right back to it. She wipes away a loose tear and rubs her hand against her jeans to be rid of the tear.
Lark's head shot up and his ears pointed forward, his nostrils flared and he nickered. Arissa straightened and grabbed her gun that she had in the back of her jeans. The buckskin began to pace and tug against his rains. Arissa began to back up to him, still keeping her pistol up and pointed in the direction Lark seemed more wary of.
Sure enough, the lazy footsteps and the growls and huffs of the undead soon came upon her ears. Not too long after, the fire outlined their dark bodies. Arissa shot off her gun at one, two, three. Her gun clicked and she tried to reload, dropping a few bullets. She tried to pick them up while reloading her weapon, but more and more zombies began to appear. Panicking, Arissa forgot about the lost ammunition and used the bullets in her hand to load into the barrel.
The branch that held the gelding snapped. The horse half reared as his reins went free of the branch. With his powerful back legs, he lashed out and his hooves smacked the closest zombie in the jaws and it went flying with a loud thud against the ground.
Arissa grabs onto Lark's black mane and hauled herself over his back and shot a walker that got close to them. The shot was in the eye and it dropped. Another came close but the shot was a miss and went to the neck.
Lark reared once more. Arissa would have fallen if she didn't grab onto his rains. When his hooves touched the ground, Arissa kicked his sides with her heels. The gelding charged between the herd of walkers, flattening his ears and the whites of his eyes flashing. Arissa clung her arms around his neck as they stormed from the herd. Arissa could feel their hands trying to grab her shirt and jeans but as they went further from the fire, she could no longer tell if it was the walkers or just low tree branches.
They ran for what seemed like hours to her, until Lark came to a trot before finally walking and picking his way through the shrubs until they finally came to a road.
They were in a large country side. Every house that Arissa checked, was either filled with walkers, or was already empty of food and in a mess, clearly from people searching high and low for food even if someone else was there first. For two days, Arissa couldn't find any food in the houses, and no water, and little sleep. She would allow Lark to stop and graze till his belly was full, then she would turn him back to the road to search for another house.
Her stomach ached and her mouth was dry. She would hold her stomach until the pain would go away but they would only come again and sometimes last longer than the previous.
Too dry to even have tears, Erissa leaned down and hugged Lark's neck and stayed there. After a few minutes, her arms lost their grip and fell to the sides. Slowly, she began to slide over Lark's shoulders. Her knees failed her to keep a hold on his sides and she fell onto the dirt road with a soft thud.
She did not move and her eyes stayed closed, but her stomach weakly rose and fell.
Lark stood by her all that day and night. In the morning, he ventured to graze but he came back to her side after eating his fill.
At noon, another human on a horse appeared. As they neared, the human stopped the horse and dismounted. With their mount, it tried to walk closer to Arissa. Lark flattened his ears, and thrusted his head up with a snort. When they drew closer, Lark lowered his head and charged a little and stopped. The figure stopped and began talking in a quiet, soft voice. After a few minutes, Lark began to feel more comfortable around the stranger. Lark pawed the ground with his hoof, still unsure as it neared Arissa. The form bent down and placed it's fingers at Arissa's neck before standing and slightly struggled to lift her. Lark snorted and watched as the other human placed his human on the other horse's saddle and then mounted behind her before turning the mount back in the direction to where they came from and went off at a canter.
Lark neighed, shook his mane, and quickly followed them, nearly bumping shoulders with the other horse.
When they reached a large and spacious farm, Arissa was taken into the house by a few others. Lark whinnied and tried to follow her in the house but was pushed away by the same person who took Arissa and another, more heavier set human. When Lark was denied to follow his human, he reared and lashed his hooves. The two grabbed his rains and mane and struggled to keep him down as they led him into a barn and into an empty stall. Other horses poked their heads out and looked at him as he circled around the stall and banged his hooves against the door. He was given oats, fresh water, and hay but every time they went near his head to take off his bridle, he would nip at them.
When night came, Lark left the food bucket empty and half the hay was gone, but his bridle was still in its place. He impatiently waited for Arissa.
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'Pretty Much Dead Already' is one of the names for an episode in season 2, but this didn't happen at that time. It happened before Rick and the others discovered Hershel's farm.
Maggie is the one who found Arissa nearly dead when she was going on one of her runs for supplies. Maggie and Otis were the ones who managed to get Lark into the horse barn.
This meant to be a different picture. A more 'upgraded' version of Arissa and Lark for what they look like in season 3, but it turned out to be a picture for season 2 but the next time I post something with these two, it will be their season 3 version.
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CREDITS
'The Walking Dead' logo [link]
Dried Blood [link]
Dirt Road [link]
Girl [link]
Reins [link]
Buckskin [link]
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STORY
Camping out in the middle of the woods, with the fire low, Arissa sits on the saddle beside the fire as Lark grazes around the tree he was tied to. The girl scrapes out the last of the corn from the can she was eating from before setting it down. That day, she found a store and managed to scavenge some canned goods that raiders have left behind. There was enough just for the saddle bag to carry.
She sighs and leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees and latching her fingers together to place her chin upon them. Arissa looks at the fire, deep in thought. She had much to think about but there was one in particular she always tried to avoid and yet she always came right back to it. She wipes away a loose tear and rubs her hand against her jeans to be rid of the tear.
Lark's head shot up and his ears pointed forward, his nostrils flared and he nickered. Arissa straightened and grabbed her gun that she had in the back of her jeans. The buckskin began to pace and tug against his rains. Arissa began to back up to him, still keeping her pistol up and pointed in the direction Lark seemed more wary of.
Sure enough, the lazy footsteps and the growls and huffs of the undead soon came upon her ears. Not too long after, the fire outlined their dark bodies. Arissa shot off her gun at one, two, three. Her gun clicked and she tried to reload, dropping a few bullets. She tried to pick them up while reloading her weapon, but more and more zombies began to appear. Panicking, Arissa forgot about the lost ammunition and used the bullets in her hand to load into the barrel.
The branch that held the gelding snapped. The horse half reared as his reins went free of the branch. With his powerful back legs, he lashed out and his hooves smacked the closest zombie in the jaws and it went flying with a loud thud against the ground.
Arissa grabs onto Lark's black mane and hauled herself over his back and shot a walker that got close to them. The shot was in the eye and it dropped. Another came close but the shot was a miss and went to the neck.
Lark reared once more. Arissa would have fallen if she didn't grab onto his rains. When his hooves touched the ground, Arissa kicked his sides with her heels. The gelding charged between the herd of walkers, flattening his ears and the whites of his eyes flashing. Arissa clung her arms around his neck as they stormed from the herd. Arissa could feel their hands trying to grab her shirt and jeans but as they went further from the fire, she could no longer tell if it was the walkers or just low tree branches.
They ran for what seemed like hours to her, until Lark came to a trot before finally walking and picking his way through the shrubs until they finally came to a road.
They were in a large country side. Every house that Arissa checked, was either filled with walkers, or was already empty of food and in a mess, clearly from people searching high and low for food even if someone else was there first. For two days, Arissa couldn't find any food in the houses, and no water, and little sleep. She would allow Lark to stop and graze till his belly was full, then she would turn him back to the road to search for another house.
Her stomach ached and her mouth was dry. She would hold her stomach until the pain would go away but they would only come again and sometimes last longer than the previous.
Too dry to even have tears, Erissa leaned down and hugged Lark's neck and stayed there. After a few minutes, her arms lost their grip and fell to the sides. Slowly, she began to slide over Lark's shoulders. Her knees failed her to keep a hold on his sides and she fell onto the dirt road with a soft thud.
She did not move and her eyes stayed closed, but her stomach weakly rose and fell.
Lark stood by her all that day and night. In the morning, he ventured to graze but he came back to her side after eating his fill.
At noon, another human on a horse appeared. As they neared, the human stopped the horse and dismounted. With their mount, it tried to walk closer to Arissa. Lark flattened his ears, and thrusted his head up with a snort. When they drew closer, Lark lowered his head and charged a little and stopped. The figure stopped and began talking in a quiet, soft voice. After a few minutes, Lark began to feel more comfortable around the stranger. Lark pawed the ground with his hoof, still unsure as it neared Arissa. The form bent down and placed it's fingers at Arissa's neck before standing and slightly struggled to lift her. Lark snorted and watched as the other human placed his human on the other horse's saddle and then mounted behind her before turning the mount back in the direction to where they came from and went off at a canter.
Lark neighed, shook his mane, and quickly followed them, nearly bumping shoulders with the other horse.
When they reached a large and spacious farm, Arissa was taken into the house by a few others. Lark whinnied and tried to follow her in the house but was pushed away by the same person who took Arissa and another, more heavier set human. When Lark was denied to follow his human, he reared and lashed his hooves. The two grabbed his rains and mane and struggled to keep him down as they led him into a barn and into an empty stall. Other horses poked their heads out and looked at him as he circled around the stall and banged his hooves against the door. He was given oats, fresh water, and hay but every time they went near his head to take off his bridle, he would nip at them.
When night came, Lark left the food bucket empty and half the hay was gone, but his bridle was still in its place. He impatiently waited for Arissa.
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'Pretty Much Dead Already' is one of the names for an episode in season 2, but this didn't happen at that time. It happened before Rick and the others discovered Hershel's farm.
Maggie is the one who found Arissa nearly dead when she was going on one of her runs for supplies. Maggie and Otis were the ones who managed to get Lark into the horse barn.
This meant to be a different picture. A more 'upgraded' version of Arissa and Lark for what they look like in season 3, but it turned out to be a picture for season 2 but the next time I post something with these two, it will be their season 3 version.
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CREDITS
'The Walking Dead' logo [link]
Dried Blood [link]
Dirt Road [link]
Girl [link]
Reins [link]
Buckskin [link]
