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Post by kaea on Oct 28, 2010 0:55:10 GMT -5
 "You can't leave me. I love you. You made me love you. You refused to hear me deny my emotions before and now you turn your back on me and the love we share? You bastard!" Tears, seemingly, liquid sorrow pouring down a pale visage. The weight of her words pierced her silent sorrow, weakening her resolve for calm words, casting away the repressive hold she had on her decomposing emotions. The palomino ess danced backward, as if hoping some pit would open wide and swallow her whole. Wishing something would deprive her of this experience. Time was her enemy, as she looked her fate in the eyes, regretting already the feelings he had wrought within her. The passion. The joy. How she had denied, at first his coaxing; being a gentle, inexperienced filly. Finding the attentions of a strong stallion flattering, Zenobia had ignored the warning bells going off in her head. Those voices warning her that he was up to no good. That she was going to end up falling from her perch and he would be the one to push her.
"I taught you to love and I now relinquish my hold on your heart for another to claim."
How dare he? How dare he pretend that his goal had been to teach her to love! Damn him and his false nobility! That ability he had to twist situations to make him look all the tender knight shining, and leave her to feel as though used goods being tossed aside for better brands. Nostrils flared to life, breathing in their mixed scents, glancing upon his painted form with mixed emotions as well. There was hate. Yes, it seemed to roll through her as though it were a steroid, making her stronger even as it bred the next emotion. Loathing. She loathed him, for she knew, in her heart of hearts, that he would move on just as soon as her pale visage was no longer in sight. Fragmented. She wasn't whole without him. He completed her. Even though he had made her her own mare, he had taken her innocence, and by doing so, had taken a part of her soul. And now there would be a gaping hole. Something that none of her insignificant attempts would be able to fill, she knew.
"No! You weren't here to teach me to love! You can't use that excuse after four years! After the passion we shared! Those long, starless nights that we shared on the beach. Just you and I. You don't get to come out as the hero. You don't get tell me you don't love me anymore. You don't get to pretend you don't love me anymore. You don't get to. Not after the tender moments we've shared." She snapped, tossing her painted skull into the air, glaring at him in attempted aggression, when really only hurt and sorrow appeared in her eyes.
"You will find someone, Zenobia, my sparrow. You will find someone who will love you as I cannot. I will cherish our moments together. But no longer can I pretend to love you. No longer can I ache and yearn for Nara. I have been faithful to you. But I cannot pretend any longer." She watched his lips move, those black and white lips that had nibbled at her own through the powerful storm that as rent apart their homeland. She watched those powerful limbs draw backward, away from her. That massive frame appearing small as he drew backward. That frame that had cuddled close to her soaked body after the ocean waves had nearly torn her from his grasp. She watched, with mounting fear, as he disappeared from her life. As he willingly turned from her and sought out this new female he had just happened across. Her soul cried out, yearning to hold him to her. To turn his head with memories of moments they had shared, when really she knew he was already lost to her. That memories of them, of their preciously shared 'I love yous, was already a dusty book on a shelf, in the back of his mind. Her breathing came in gasps. Her heart pounded in her chest. She died a little inside. Trying to hold herself together, when she was already shattered. She became a shell, when her life had been filled with such turmoil and passion. And it seemed that turmoil had won. Her limbs weakly lowered her to the ground. Her skull drooped, her heart and soul sinking into an imaginary pit the likes of the one she had wished would swallow her whole.
"I love you. I loved you. I believed in you. Trusted you. I gave my mind, body, heart and soul to you. I am nothing...Nothing at all without you. Oh, Banyon. Come back. Please come back." The words were a whisper, lost on the breeze. A tender denial of what had just happened, as she closed her eyes and prayed with all her might that Banyon would turn back. As she wished with all of her soul that this was just a nightmare. That she would awaken with Banyon snuggled close, holding her gently, murmuring those words that she would probably never hear again.
I love you.
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Post by Kindred Blue on Oct 28, 2010 14:08:14 GMT -5
baby don't you lose that thunder ,
im talking about that fire in your eyes
It seemed like he shouldn't be here.
This moment that Abel had stumbled across - this moment that so ached with pain and sorrow and loss, oh, the loss - was too personal to be observed. He couldn't help being here at this moment in time. It was just coincidence. But he felt as if he should have left as soon as he'd seen the pair and their breaking rope of a relationship. As soon as he felt the aura around them. As soon as he heard their words carried on the cold, cruel breeze.
But he felt as if he'd been cemented to the ground on which he stood. He couldn't bring himself to walk away. Worse - he couldn't take him eyes off the mare. For no reason other than the fact that he was overwhelmed by the emotions she was exuding. Even from this distance, his heart ached for her. He was filled with pity, sadness, regret, shame, so many emotions that were hers, not his, and yet he seemed to shoulder them as he watched.
He knew not their story. He didn't even know who either of them were. From this distance he probably wouldn't recognise any horse at all, it had to be fairly said, but all these lands were new to him, and he knew no stallion nor no mare by face or name. But something drew him to them like metal to a magnet.
No - not to them. Just to her.
Just to that poor, miserable mare.
It was just the kind of thing that pulled Abel's heartstrings. After seeing so many horses fall in war, after seeing how comrades could quickly become enemies... he couldn't bear to see others falling. No longer could he stand by and watch others hurting. It didn't matter that she was a stranger. He knew she needed a helping hand. And in these kinds of situations, it never mattered who was there to help, as long as their intentions were genuine.
Once the stallion had left, and the mare had collapsed into the sand with grief, Abel felt control return to his muscles, and he pushed forward, slowly and peacefully picking a path toward her. He didn't want to startle the poor creature, but with a bulk like his, it was difficult not to be an intimidating sight. So as not to frighten her, he paused a little way away, and whinnied lightly to her in greeting, his face etched with friendly concern, and his head low to show he meant no harm.
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