[Life.in.itself]&[is.a.Coldhearted.whore]

[blacklady]

It was quiet now... The forest floor was illuminated in a soft moonlight, and the dark trees towered over the ferns, spreading their branches to hide the stars. It was one of those rare nights where Pax felt lonely.. He felt vulnerable, and yet cold. He yearned for life to speak to him, and yet did not want to speak back. He was happy being alone, he craved the empty shadows, knowing that no one else's judgements would dictate your life was satisfying, but conversation, or at least the voice of another equine, which he had not heard in weeks, would make the world seem less empty.

Although he despised the voices, and the dreaded black and white birds, it was a night for rare occurances. The second of these rare occurances, alongside the need for company, was the fact that it had been over 24 hours since he had seen or heard his tormentors. It was a night on which even the company of the birds would be nice.. But no. He walked alone through the eerie wood. And even the crickets were silent.


((Ewewewew. That was not one of my better posts..))

[corpserotten]

(It was a bit short, but nice. It could have been lengthened with a description of the horse and what exactly he was doing. Just some suggestions to help. ^^ I'm in a kind mood.)

The small colt had been spending the past month just avoiding horses. Mostly for his safety than anything. Some stallions wouldn't think twice about killing a foal, and even his madness couldn't protect him against a stallion's testosterone rage. Here, he could at least slink away and hide if he felt threatened.

The contrasted beast stepped along a path forged out by deer, occasionally having to leap over a lob, showing how frail he really was. He'd never been a strong child, but growing up without a mother only made him weaker.

Pointed flints lead him over a large log, having to scramble over to cross, where he slipped and fell. A high-pitched squeal sounded as he writhed ont eh ground to get back on his fours. Once standing, he cursed aloud and kicked the tree brutally, sending up a small spray of rotting bark. Narrowed pools watched the tree with utter hate, then turned to the path ahead.

Down the ways, a bit off the trail, was another child, about his own age. He hadn't seen another foal since that tagalong filly. He stood, sure he'd been noticed with his tumble and bark. The child glared at the appy, debating if he go speak to it. Speaking was always hit or miss, usually a miss. Mance had been searching for someone of similar interests as himself, but it was difficult. After a moment, he realized it was inevitable to have some form of contact with the other, so he went on his way towards him.

[blacklady]

(( Kaikai. ^^ ))

A sharp squeal made Pax's heart skip a beat. He swung his ebony head towards the sound.. There was nothing. He stood still, his audits perked, waiting for some other sign, his heart beating quickly.
After a long minute, a colt that seemed roughly his age stepped away from the shadows. What was a colt doing in these woods? Perhaps the same thing he was doing: Wandering aimlessly.
By the way the colt moved, he seemed fragile.. All of a sudden, Pax did not want company. The feeling of lonliness swept away like the tide, replaced by the cold, dense hand that gripped his heart and shielded it from other influences. But it was obvious that there was no escaping this encounter. He would not hear another equine voice for a long time.. Ought to fill up now.
Unsure of what to say, the black and white colt just waited with tense muscles.

(( That wasn't such a hot post either..
. . .
OHMAHGAWD IT'S THE NEW BLACK PLAGUE: WRITERS BLOCK. ))

[Crow'sia]

OOC; Did Mance ever have an application here? Or was he born sometime? O.o I don't remember this fellow.

[corpserotten]

(Romance Dysfunctional? Yeah he did. It's in the Archives.)

Milky eyes watched as the appy grew closer, then it stopped as his prints ceased. Auds flattened and his small nares opened to his scent cautiously. The other child didn't frighten him at all, and he trusted he could defend himself. Even if he wasn't strong, he was vicious.

With narrowed eyes, he studied the colt, then nodded once in a sort of greeting. "What happened to your mum?" He asked suddenly. No colt lingered here alone unless his mother was dead, especially at this age. A yearling perhaps... but not a foal. It was only deductive reasoning without pillows.

Mance seemed slightly bored with the whole encounter, although he was hoping that this child was something worthy to talk to. Maybe even befriend. If he was weak minded enough, or already corrupted, he could be quite useful.

[Crow'sia]

OOC; Aw, a nickname. I see. Tres stupide of me.

[corpserotten]

(Naw, it's understandable. Normally I put his real name in there somewhere, i was just feeling lazy, and it gets very long-winded to always put Romance Dysfunctional.)

[blacklady]

"I might ask the same of you." The black and white appaloosa turned and took a step toward Mance, flattening his ears. Already, Pax could tell that they were both stubborn.. This might be a long encounter of gaurded answers. He flicked his tail and stood with his head held high.
Caw.
Great. They were back.


(( -dials 911- I need an ambulance.. Writers block is slowly devouring my soul.. O.O You're a chick?!))

[corpserotten]

(It's alright. I've been in ruts like that. And yes, I am a chick. Have been a chick, and very likely will always be a chick. Why?)

Small withers rose and fell in a slight shrug. "It's not that hard to assume she was killed off." Feather weight rolled onto one side, then the other. The child seemed impatient with the other, eyes scanning the forest. There was no threat nearby, but he seemed antsy. "My father did it. Some people just weren't meant to be wanted." A dry, dark smile crossed his thin lips, then it vanished. "Now it's only fair you tell me how your mum kicked off."

(Wow, mine's not thriving either.)

[blacklady]

(( I just assumed you were a guy. xD Dunno why.. ))

Caw.
There was a rumble in his chest at the harsh wording.. Kicked off. He couldn't remember his mom very well... He had never known her personality, in depth. He had known she was wild.. Energetic.. Filled with this.. This.. Fire. Fire and life. She was always moving, running, jumping, kicking.. Just for the hell of it. She had said that there was a constant energy flowing through her, and if she didn't burn it away, it felt like she would explode. She had been fierce and yet kind, and had never been submissive.. His Father's favorite mare, she had been. She was a black and white appaloosa, like Pax was...

His father was different, though. So businesslike in everything he did.. Always rigid and straight and never playful. But he had loved Pax's mum, Neumeda, very much. And he had loved Pax. Not as much as Neumeda did, but it was love still the same. Maybe as much as he had loved the other foals in his herd.. Or perhaps a tiny bit more, because he had loved Pax's mother more than any other mare... Acletes was appaloosa too, but he was golden, with dark brown dapples that spread away from the white and into the sunkissed pelt. His mane had been dark, too..

How painful it had been, to watch his parents die. He had scraped his cheek once, and it had been so painful.. But then he realized how much more painful thousands of others things were, and suddenly he could bare it.. But watching his parent's broken bodies spilling over the mountainside had been hell, and it had twisted and torn his heart in a million different ways, and there was no pain greater than it, he thought. And that pain had never gone away.. It tortured him so that his mind had become blurred.
CAW. CAW.
Damned bird.
Reality suddenly knocked back into him again. What had the foal asked again? It had started his train of thought.. Oh yes. How his mother 'kicked off'. "Avalanche." His voice had been only a weak whisper.. He forced a cough and said it again, more clearly. "Avalanche."
He had been wanted.. He could have lived a happy, insanity-free life.."Fate has a cruel sense of humor, eh?" A chuckle escaped his maw unwillingly.

(( Hey! I'm being cured! ^^ ))

((Speaking of being cured, wanna be staff on my Horse roleplay site I'm working on? I mean, not that that has anything to do with being cured. xD ))

[corpserotten]

(Yeah, I've always been a tomboy. I don't get along with chicks well, so most of my friends are guys. Probably why, I've never really hung out with girls. They're terribly annoying usually.

Ooo... maybe it'll give me more muse. It was a very touching post I must say. Poor lil bugger.

And perhaps, I'd have to check out the site first. I don't really have much time, but if it's really interesting i can make time. School is starting up soon, and I'm trying to get motivation for it.)

Poor kid, trying so hard to be brave. To show he didn't care and could grow up strong and normal. Avalanche. What a messy way to go. He'd had to say it again the tormented little twerp. Not like Mance had much room to belittle, he wasn't perfectly content either. At least he'd quickly learned how to turn that pain into rage.

"I'd call it more a sick taste in entertainment." His forehooves shifted and pawed the packed dirt and grasses. His tiny tail flickered and arched with his nape. "So you're out here hiding from the world then." Mance stated, not offered. He just assumed he was right, and if not, he could wrestle it to the point of being right.

The sabino thought back to his own mother. How far they'd ran only to be chased down. He was spared the site of the actual death, but he was not spared the guilt or sounds. How his paint bastard father had teased them the whole way until finally growing bored and finishing. Mance didn't know why he'd been spared, he assumed his father thought his neck had been broken, or a limb and he'd die anyway. But those crunches....

[blacklady]

(( It has no plot yet. So, you could MAKE it interesting. Like I said, I'm just getting it started, so I haven't even written laws yet. As long as you popped in once a day, it wouldn't hurt anything. ^^
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