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Post by Hazel on May 4, 2006 7:58:13 GMT -5
The sun was low across the horizon, and the moon was just awakening from its slumber. The waves were calming, and the breeze was low, yet high enough the lift the tassels from the paint mares back. The ocean was temporarily dyed a deep crimson and the hue was echoed in the equines orbs. A soft snort emitted flared nasals, and her banner drifted slowly over her rump. It was a peaceful sight, and the fiery mare was soothed. Looking down, Rain saw the skull of the latest victim of the cliff hanging on a crevasse in the rock face. Its deep, hollow eyes boring deeply into her own. She jerked away, unable to match its ever watching gaze. The moment was gone, and Rain was herself once more.
Her head flew back, throwing an avalanche of creamy hair scattering across her mismatched quarters, she turned and galloped to the safety of the grasses, where none had died, and where the spectra's of the cliff could not draw her into the talons of the sea to join them. She was over Dustin, he had not truly loved her, nor she him. For why would he chose rather to destroy himself, then to live peacefully with a mare such as she? And she herself had been so desperate to bring happiness into her life that she rushed at the chance. Her pillars pressed back against her crest, her pools were ringed in white. Fear, it was glowing from within. She was scared, afraid that her life was doomed to end in misery. For had no joy been granted to her yet? No, never. All through her life she found things, but lost them rapidly, her friends, gone, her mate, dead, her unborn child, lost into the heavens without even stepping foot upon lush green grasses. Everything was wrong in her life.
Slowly, her gaze lifted and she looked once more the the edge of the cliff. Was this the end, was it true, that her life would end this way? Her legs carried to look down into the depths. Lifting her head, and at the same time allowing her eyes to shut, she decided that today would be her last. If her future was doomed to misery, then why not end it before her life could become even more pitiful? Swallowing hard, and hunched up her hind quarters and prepared to take the plunge..... |
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Post by Kindred Blue on May 4, 2006 8:17:01 GMT -5
Sometimes, things in life could take an unexpected turn. There were times when, no matter the situation, a horse could strut and sing with a smile upon his face. And then of course, there were the days that were the complete opposite; days when all you wanted to do was jump to your doom.
Seydi was no stranger to those feelings. He'd been at both ends of the spectrum, flinging his feelings around in some severly stupid mood swings. But he was older now, and (dare I say it?) wiser, and in his mind he knew what would lie ahead for him. At four years old, he'd gotten to his full height, but it didn't make him feel any bigger.
Seydi was fun loving and cheery, or at least, he had been. Yes, more often than not he would sing praises as he walked, but now he was older he had more issues to deal with than he had ever had before. Mostly his sexuality, and how others would react when they knew who he was. There's so much predujice in today's world.. he thought softly.
The stallion trotted gently up the slope that led to the cliff, his grey coat splashed with dapples, and his black mane lying flat across his slender neck. Legs that were dipped in black stockings steadied him as he travelled, and his green eyes stared eagerly ahead, merely intending to see the sights and leave. He wasn't one for staying on the edges of precarious cliffs for a long period of time.
He reached the top, a quiet humming buzzing from his black tipped maw as he amused himself with a tune. He pasued there and looked around his settings, standing proudly and tall enough to see around him.
Seydi was a very handsome stallion; even if he was gay.
Emerald eyes landed carefully upon the back of a mare; she was standing in the grasses not too far from the cliff top, staring at the edge as if it were her long lost lover. Seydi took a step or two forewards, his eyes seeking hers, as he whinnied very gently to alert her to his presence.
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Post by Hazel on May 4, 2006 8:33:23 GMT -5
As she prepared, she forced long lost thoughts from within her minds, when she had been friends with Bayard, when he had raped her, to the times when she was happy, when she had been with Dustin. But the happy memories, aswell as the bad, were in the past, and were just a few moments away from being erased forever. He was about to spring forth, when the whinny of a fellow equine opened her eyes. She turned, audes pricking upon her skull, features etched with shock and mistrust. Was this stag another one of those many things that drove her mind wild with hate, sadness and grief, or was it a sign that not all was bad, and that even friendship could turn her life upside down. Whatever it was, Rain was drawn into it. Allowing her aching frame to turned, she whinnied back, her voice hoarse was lack of use, for she spoke rarely, and only then to herself. She took a hesitant step towards the stranger, audes once again settling upon her crest.
The stallion was an unusual shade of whites and greys, a dapples hue, like an angry storm cloud. His pillars were marked with a dainty black line, stocking, deep and long lasting. His bodice was strange, somewhat like a mustang, but different. Her own, large shire mixed plumage billowing out in the low breeze. She opened her maw to speak, but she could not think, what must she say for this to become a good thing, rather than leading her into further misery? What did she do wrong in the past? With Bayard, she had stuck by him, thinking him a friends, and so he was until he forced a foal onto her. And then, leading her life into the begining of hate by cursing her with a dead babe. And Dustin?
Dustin, poor Dustin. He had though himself hated, whilst truly Rain had been grazing not far off. Ignored? Never! But even so, leaving him be was no option either. Perhapse in between somehow? She snorted, head arching upwards. She couldnt speak, just just gazed towards him, her pools echoing the grief from within her mind in a single blank stare.
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Post by Kindred Blue on May 4, 2006 8:44:57 GMT -5
The mare graced him with no verbal reply, aside from the hoarse whinny she gave in return. Small treasures for a wandering pirate, not that Seydi could ever describe himself as such. Perhaps a wandering clown, or a wandering fool, either would be so much more appropriate.
He was glad to see she seemed to have been distracted from the cliff; Seydi would hate to have arrived and scared her off the edge, he would be left feeling like some sort of suave murderer.
The mare was a stocky beast, probabrly with some shire inheritance, but Seydi had never been good at placing breeds. Not that she would know what he was; he knew that Tersk's rarely ventured to the open plains, and much preffered to breed among their own. Well, the family back home should be happy for one thing, they're getting no cross breed babies from little old Seydi. He couldn't help but allow himself a small smile at that one.
He kept his gaze steady and inviting, and indeed, she turned to look back at him. Her eyes startled him somewhat. Given they were faily normal in colour, they swam with emotions that Seydi could only begin to imagine, emotions that the stallion knew he had never experienced and probably never would have to. The sorrows and grievances of a mare - in those eyes were lessons he would never learn, merely because of his chromosome.
Seydi wondered gently what could possibly have hurt her so, and yearned to ask and be of help. But what sort of introduction would that be? "Hello there, I'm Seydi, you don't know me but I though perhaps you could tell me your life story? Then I'll run away and pretend I never heard it, and in a year you can come back here and fall to your doom. Sound okay?"
Seydi had always been one for subtle hints. But first things first, she needed some support. And he would give the best he could give, being a stranger.
"That cliff edge looks nasty. Perhaps you could come over here and tell me your name?"
A gentle and genuine smile finished his words.
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Post by Hazel on May 4, 2006 8:58:09 GMT -5
Kindness? Was the lord truly blessing her after so many years of hate? Harks relaxed, but she hesitated. What if it was yet another mask hiding the true beast under its cover. Rain, stead, took a single step back wards, and even then was nearly send falling over the cliff. Her hoof was only a fraction of an inch upon firm terrain, and she knew it could crumble under her bulk. But she settled herself and stood, narrowing her eyes to wards the brute. She knew not whether to turn and leap, or to gamble her life upon this single being. With a shaky step for wards, the bargain was sealed, she her pillars carried she nervous mare to wards him. His voice was so calming, so genuine, and his smile welcomed her to wards him, so she soon settled down, and knew that his words spoke true.
She wasn't far from the edge when she decided to come to a sharp halt. Digging her talons firmy into the geo, she faced the stag was a twisted skull and the same, gaze, yet now it was much more than a saddened stare. They held hope, and the deep black seemed the brighten just slightly. The sun was getting low, and the faint crimson line was settling over her white washed bodice, and darkening her roan patches. He snorted softly, the stag was not much further then the cliff, stuck in the middle of life and death. She chose to speak, not become her wanted her to, but become she scenced something about him, yet she could not place it. The sensation burned her lungs, and her heart beat quickened. Her maw opened, and the same gruff voice emerged to form what was know as her calling, yet if called for, she rarely answered, for only the deaths, so far, new her name.
"Rain...."
She said simply, afraid to say much more. Though she was far greater than the small mustang like bodice, she was frightened of him. Her audes, once more, lowered, followed by her skull. |
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Post by Kindred Blue on May 4, 2006 9:12:28 GMT -5
It seemed like an age before she moved, but she moved all the same. Not as far as he might have hoped, but she was further from the edge at least, no longer balancing her life upon the crumbled line that so fed the unruly sea. Though something about her movements bothered and confused him, these emotions showed nothing on the outside. His green eyes still shimmered gently in the sunlight, easing her away from the sorrows and the negative feelings that the cliff edge seemed to noose so tightly around her neck.
Finally, she gave him an answer, in a voice softer than he had expected. His ears flicked once uncomfortably as he found that he could hear her name seemed to cause her yet more pain. That shall have to change. The lines of her voice in the airwaves were cracked with emotion and pain, but Seydi smiled gently again in a calm attempt to smoothen those out. Again he spoke, his words laced with the polite niavety of a well raised stallion, aiming only to calm this mare - Rain - and draw her back to life.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, fair Rain, if under circumstances so strange."
Draw her back to life. Seydi knew then, that if he could make her feel trust towards him, he could show her life at its best. Here on this cliff, God could look down and see an unlikely pairing, the two opposites of the spectrum of moods and feelings. Seydi, the picture of joy and humour, and Rain, an image of nerves and unconcious pain. If only she could learn to trust, he would understand, and show her what beauties life could build.
But it all lay on what she chose to do.
"My name is Seydi."
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Post by Hazel on May 4, 2006 9:26:58 GMT -5
He seemed so happy, his smile warmed her chest, but it made her feel even worse. How could she be so stupid? He was brining her in, ready for the kill, or was he simply mocking her with his happy life, knowing that hers was nothing of the same? She took a step back from him, her head lowered further more, more in shame of herself rather than in sadness. She knew that she was being unreasonably, turning from a friendly face back to her dead end life style because of a mere thought. He mind played tricks on her, and more often than not she fell for them. Not anymore.
Rain forced past the shield that seemed to dwell between her mind and her heart, and her eyes became brighter. She was free from the beast that lurked inside her own body, the creature that haunted her was gone, she hoped, forever. She forced a pillar for wards, them another, until she was a few strides away from the stag. Back on the side of life. Back to where reality dwelled, and where darkness could not get her. She was back into the arms of safety, and guided under the gaze of Seydi.
"And you."
The words emerged freely, as if she finally new what to say. She felt better as finding the beast and destroying it, and discovering trust in the form of a tersk brujo. He smiled, just slightly, yet it was enough to show her gratitude to wards him. Even her crest lifted, as well of a pair of dainty peaks. She was not happy, far from it, but she was peaceful. Sadness overwhelmed her, but she could see clearly now. The blurred figure had molded into a true, distinct form, and Rain was tranquil. The hate was hidden once more,a nd she forced herself to ignore the endless stream of memories that dwelled inside her skull. But she couldn't hide then for long. She knew that soon she would be forced to face them. She just had hope to guide her, and, or course, this stag that stood so calmly before her.
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Post by Kindred Blue on May 19, 2006 11:05:51 GMT -5
It warmed him to notice that Rain appeared to have suddenly tugged on a rope, and found the strength within her dafted bodice. As she drew closer to him, he smiled kindly again (beginning to feel somewhat like a Cheshire cat, but smiling all the same) and kept that essential eye contact. For some reason, he was suddenly reminded of speed-dating ; but he had very little idea why.
"And you." She spoke again, and he voice seemed to flow more freely, as if that choked feeling had fled back to its gloomy home, and that the bird within the throat could spread its wings and sing again (though Seydi figured it was a good job that there wasn't really a bird in your throat, considering it could fly out as soon as you open your mouth, and off goes your voice).
She didn't seem ready to grant him with any other words, and so he took a step foreward (for that was all that he needed to get as close as he could to the mare), and gently touched noses with her, his bright green eyes glittering with the wonders of youth and beauty. Beauty wasn't exactly a good word to describe Seydi's features, though - he wasn't that feminine. Infact, he was a damned good example of a Tersk stallion (and that sexy flop of black mane often did wonders with the ladies; if only he was interested in mares).
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Post by Hazel on May 22, 2006 6:49:50 GMT -5
The silenceoverwhelmed her. Never before had the silence been so inviting, so warm. The usual chill and loney emotions were gone, replaced by a gentle thudding of a burning heart, eyes glowling wide in when felt like happiness. A feeling that had been unknown to the mare for some time. She was still, staring blankly at his features, yet she felt her gaze shift over his seemingly strong frame, the dapple grey pelt, the overflowing mane that seeped over his pools, sheilding his optics from her view. She felt a smile tickle her mug, its free flowly river changing her sullen expresion, evolving into an easy grin.
She saw him step forwards as if in slow motion, and she was tempted to step back away from him, a hint of fear remaining, yet the feeling not to strong now of her shyness. Her old self was emerging, the filly she once was was blossoming within the dead, black rose. Stretching out her mug, allowing the brute to touch hers, a whinny of delight echoed from her vocals, expressing hidden feelings. A slight blush emerged onto her skin, crawling up through pale white cheeks. Only then did she step back, but the fear was lost, thrown into the wind with all caution. She was free.
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