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Post by llcoyote on Jun 6, 2011 10:38:58 GMT -5
[shadow=white,left,300] [glow=white,2,300]Rei [/glow][/shadow] [glow=black,2,300]“Why love if losing hurts so much? I have no answers anymore; only the life I have lived. The pain now is part of the happiness then.”[/glow]
The oddly coated mare didn't trot, she didn't run. There was no use to do such things at the moment. Rei had no where worth going in a hurry, she had no one to rush for. Her head was not hung low to the ground nor was it high in the air. It was almost stuck out straight from her withers, perhaps a little higher. How ironic, even her head position was lacking and meager, unable to be bothered with even that little decision. She was tired. Very tired actually. It'd been four weeks now that she'd traveled, barely stopping for a breather, better yet food or water. She'd kept herself in well enough condition... but what really was the point? Would she suddenly become smooth coated and scarless? Would some blind stallion come tromping through the skeletons looking for a herd? No. There was no use, never had been.
She bent her head down for a drink. The land was at the very least inhospitable. Hostile and steep rocky hills, a mountain range must be close by. She sighed at the burred vision of her reflection. Never in her life was she considered "beautiful" but now, after the attack, she could only see herself as disgusting. Of course that was her opinion. She wasn't sure how other stallions saw her, or mares for that matter. She didn't care. Her head lowered for another drink, the mire that was caught on her nose was washed away. She sighed deeply. Pain was all she had left.
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Post by Caitlyn on Jun 8, 2011 19:28:38 GMT -5
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Adonis was radiant from winning his little challenge. He felt as if he finally had some semblance of control over his life, although he still couldn’t believe he’d done it without her. The young Andalusian kept thinking of her; of how much she’d like his new herdlands, of how she’d disprove of him stealing it from someone else and kicking out the mares from the herd that had been there before. She’d want them to keep their home, he knew, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. They were loyal to someone that had come before him, maybe even pregnant with his foal. He couldn’t deal with treasonous acts, not right now. Not when his head wasn’t exactly in a great place to being with. It hurt to do something that Adonis knew was against her wishes, but that was all part of the ‘healing’ process, right? You do things you know they wouldn’t like to get back at them—but Adonis had nothing to get back at her for. It wasn’t her fault he’d been sent away, it was his, all his, just because he couldn’t keep it in his pants. But she’d wanted it! She’d know the consequences and went along with it! She’d asked him, begged him for something that was part her, part him, and all love. Adonis couldn’t believe he’d actually given in. But she was so persuasive when she wanted to be… He sighed, a big gust a air whooshing out from his deep lungs. A movement in the corner of his azure eyes startled him and his massive gray head whipped around looking for the source. What he saw took his breath away. It was her, cantering across the horizon line, her inky mane and tail fluttering out behind her like banners, her strong, healthy legs kicking up sand and sending it spraying out behind her. Immediately he reared and let out a bellowing, echoing whinny and started racing up the sand dunes toward her distant figure. Progress was slow as his heavy body kept shifting the sand under hoof, but he finally made it to the top of the dune. She wasn’t there. It had been a mirage, all in his head… Pain shot from his heart throughout his dappled body. Her name flew from his lips unbidden. He just had to make sure it hadn’t been her on the horizon line.
"Sheila! Sheila, please… Don’t leave me now, I need you…"
That was the first time he had spoken or even thought her name since that fateful night. He hadn’t meant to beg. Begging was for the weak and the prideless, and Adonis was neither. He was ashamed, so ashamed, but part of him couldn’t be bothered to be sorry. What was he supposed to do, pretend he never loved her? Pretend she didn’t exist? Pretend his very core didn’t ache for her soothing presence? He couldn’t do that. Denying her would also be denying himself, she was an integral part of Adonis that he could never escape. But would it be easier? Would it be better to try to forget? Adonis didn’t know. He knew one thing though—he had to get away from this desert. It was driving him crazy; the heat was making him see things. Clumsily he extricated himself from the sand dunes and, once on green grass again, shook out his beautiful pelt. Sand clung to him everywhere. He’d probably never get it all out, but Adonis couldn’t find it in himself to care much. Steady hooves carried him swiftly away from the desert and he didn’t even look back once. He was already tired of his new herd lands, tired of seeing her around every corner, but there was nothing that could be done about that… except going on a mini tour of this new world, so unlike anything he’d experienced before. Yes, the topography would be a decent distracter as long as he didn’t let the thought of how much better this walk would be with her in her rightful place by his side into his thoughts. His icy blue orbs took in the trees that shielded him from the sun above, the green of their leaves turned slightly transparent yet more vibrant that before, like if you closed your eyes and looked at the sun and you saw the redness of the blood in your eyelids glowing in the light. Adonis’s travels continued in this vein for a while, looking at the leaves and the thick, round trunks of the trees and breathing in the sweet smelling dampness of the cool forest air, so unlike his desert. He barely noticed that the path he treaded on was getting steeper and steeper by the minute until all of a sudden a loud crunch overwhelmed his ears. Immediately the big Adalusian froze, his ears pinned flat against his skull. Suspicious eyes narrowed and roved all around him, looking for danger. His breath came in angry, surprised snorts. He lifted his hoof to turn around and just as he set it down, another loud crunch filled the air.
Adonis looked down and was almost sick. Bones. He’d been stepping on horse bones, a femur and a rib were crushed under his mighty feet. Skeletons littered the ground here and there were even more laying before him. Chills shot down the brute’s spine. This was… different. Delicately picking his way through the mess covering the forest floor, his ears twitched with the sound of running water. He felt his lips with his dry tongue. Adonis was parched. He began rushing towards the sound, becoming less and less careful about where he was stepping. The sick crunch of shattering bones still made him feel ill but he kept on until the sweet smell of water filled his flaring nostrils. But the smell of something else was there, too—the smell of mare, mingled with the smell of dirt and sweat and foreign lands. He stepped quietly now, wanting to catch a glimpse of this horse. Soon enough there was a break in the trees large enough for him to see the little brook he’d heard and smelled, and also the mare. She was white, very white. Her coat was strange. At first glance Adonis thought it was just matted and thick from spring shedding, but on closer inspection it was curly. He’d never seen such a coat on any horse, male or female. He couldn’t deny that he was intrigued by her, which sent guilt stinging throughout him. He’d promised to never look at another mare with interest. But he wasn’t really interested, was he? Just… intrigued. He wondered how he should approach this situation. He didn’t want to scare her off, she was here first and that would be rude of him. So he quietly picked his way over to a part of the stream a little ways off from her—close enough to where she could see him but far enough away to not be considered a threat—and lowered his massive head to drink. The cool water he gulped down soothed the sick feeling this mass graveyard gave him. Greedily he sucked more water down until his belly could hold no more. Adonis lifted his head and shook out his mane, water droplets went flying every which way from his baby soft muzzle. His cerulean eyes once again landed on the pale femme. Did she notice Adonis as well?
ooc: Don't worry about matching length, my other posts probably won't be this big :3
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Post by llcoyote on Jun 8, 2011 19:55:20 GMT -5
[shadow=white,left,300] [glow=white,2,300]Rei [/glow][/shadow] “Why love if losing hurts so much? I have no answers anymore; only the life I have lived. The pain now is part of the happiness then.”
Of course she'd heard him. She could smell him from an even further distance than what she could hear. Fridgid blue eyes were covered by her snowy eyelids as she listened. Her ears were a mass of curls and were turning like radars to pin point the exact placement of the steed. They all thought they were so clever didn't they? Well if he wanted to attack her it wouldn't be so easy for him. Still, she was not a brash mare nor did she feel like getting into a fight with a horse that was most likely larger than she. It wasn't like she was the tallest mare you'd seen walking around. Another reason for people to laugh at her, and their laughter brought her pain and her pain brought destruction if she so chose.
A deep breath eased her tension. Just thinking about other horses usually made her angry. Maybe that's why she didn't mind this graveyard. Infact if she tried hard enoguh she could pretend it was all of the people that had ever wronged her. She hoped one day people would look down on their pile of bones in disgust, as they had looked on her in life. She prayed they were attacked by lions, and watched them eat her child. There were just certain things she couldn't let go... no, correct that. There wasn't anything that she could or would let go. They deserved punishment. She shook her head, a short curly mane flew around in all directions as she did, and sighed. Her thoughts could only lead to bad things.
"Great steed, if you are worrying I may run from you because of some size or status you have aquired in your life, then you should reconsider thinking so highly of yourself." Her words were not quiet, and she could not yet see him, but there was a creepy tone to them. Naturally her melodic tone was lovely and perhaps that was the creepy part. Lovely, but detached of any real emotion. He was going around her, she could hear his every step, her breathing matched it. Closer and closer, the mare simply kept her eyes gently closed for the longest of time. He drank, like a slob. The snob in her groaned at the ruggedness of a stallion, but the mare in her still called for him. A drop of water hit her nose as he shook off and wide, wild, cerulean eyes popped open in a flash, focusing on the steed. He was a nice specimen of a stallion, dappled and tall. His muscles were strong and rounded. It all meant little to her, because he would never like her. Even if she wanted him to and since she didn't know him... it really mattered little at all. Still, she would remain calm. Nothing scared her, she had nothing left to be scared for. She had nothing left.
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Post by Caitlyn on Jun 9, 2011 1:05:40 GMT -5
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He watched the mare shake her curly mane in silence. What was going on in her head? Adonis knew she knew he was there, he’d seen her ears flickering in his direction. This mare’s ears were funny things, nearly hidden by her pelt’s strange curls and her almost zebra short alabaster mane. It looked coarse to the touch unlike his silky sleek gray tresses, but Adonis would never know. On further inspection, her eyes were closed, pale lids softly shut over her eyes. What color were they? What stories did they tell? The tall stallion wondered why he even cared. She wasn’t her, she wasn’t his Sheila. Pain arced through him at the thought of her name. Why wouldn’t she let his thoughts free? Why was he such a slave for her even though the distance between them must’ve exceeded hundreds of miles? Why couldn’t he just let her go? Why could he still feel the tug of her soul on his, and even worse, the tug of her unborn child? Why, why, why? So many questions troubled the Andalusian, and he had so little answers for them. For a sudden, wild moment he wondered if plunging his head in the water would get rid of the thoughts that plagued him, like one would get rid of a thick coat of flies in the hot, muggy, miserable summer. He shook himself, blinking rapidly. He was going nuts! This wasn’t right, this couldn’t be healthy. He couldn’t do this anymore. Horses weren’t made to be alone without a herd, and Adonis had been alone for days now. He could feel the sensation to go over towards the mare itching across his dappled skin, but chose to ignore it for the most part and only turned his head in her direction, ears perked up in interest. The cremello minx’s eyes were still closed, but she spoke in an enchanting though somewhat void and hollow voice. "Great steed, if you are worrying I may run from you because of some size or status you have aquired in your life, then you should reconsider thinking so highly of yourself." Adonis chuckled quietly to himself at the irony in her statement—she’d called him a great steed but then told him not to think highly of himself. Speaking of size, he was much, much taller than the petite though strong framed mare before him. He was taller than most horses around, though, it came from his pure bloodlines—well, as pure as bloodlines can be in the wild. And he had just successfully stolen a territory even if it wasn’t exactly the most hospitable location around, so that part of her statement was true as well. But one part was very wrong—Adonis didn’t think highly of himself. He knew that in the grand scheme of things he was very, very small. He’d realized that when everything he loved was taken away from him by his own merciless father. The young stallion shook his head to relieve it of the memory and to clear away the seething hatred that pooled low in his belly every time he thought of his father. He’d wished him dead on several instances now, but Adonis wasn’t sure if he really meant it or not. Wishing your own father dead was extremely frowned upon. The big stallion could feel a sigh coming on, so he replied to the vixen he didn’t know the name of—he made a mental note that he was going to have to fix that.
"I apologize. I didn’t know if you were the skittish type or not and you were here first so I didn’t want to take the chance of scaring you away, that would’ve been rude of me. Name’s Adonis, by the way."
He threw that last part out there after a few second’s pause, hoping that she’d disclose her own name as well. It didn’t feel right to ask for it, he was the one that intruded upon her. With introductions out of the way, his mind and gaze were free to wander to the scenery around them. Even though it was spring, the trees radiated death and decay. A thick coating of brown leave covered the ground. It would’ve been crunchy like autumn was but the dampness of the forest kept them wet and unable to make that satisfying crunch noise. Adonis felt instantly sick. He’d just described a crunch as satisfying. In his mind, the sound of stepping on leaves and the sound of breaking decaying horse bones under his feet merged into one and he almost vomited. A shudder went down the stallion’s curved spine. This place was giving him the creeps. The dapple gray stag could feel her eyes roving over him and decided to do the same to her. Upon closer inspection her lithe body was covered in scars. Adonis felt his respect for the mare rise a few notches; she must be strong to have survived whatever animal maimed her curly coat so much. Adonis felt left out, too. He didn’t have any scars to be proud of, he’d never been given the chance since he’d always won the mock battles little colts have with each other and once he’d become a couple years older and met her, he hadn’t had the time for fighting or anything that was scar inducing. But now he had all the time in the world, and there was bound to be some uppity young stallion knocking at his door and wanting his land eventually. His blue eyes then locked gazes with hers. This mare’s eyes were blue as well, just like Adonis’s own. He offered her a small, gentle smile. Over the course of the couple weeks he’d been away from all civilization he’d feared he’d lost all his conversational skills, and even before his banishment they hadn’t been very good in the first place since she monopolized the majority of his time after they'd met and fell in love shortly after. He still wasn’t deep enough into this one see for sure.
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Post by llcoyote on Jun 10, 2011 22:26:09 GMT -5
[shadow=white,left,300] [glow=white,2,300]Rei [/glow][/shadow] “Why love if losing hurts so much? I have no answers anymore; only the life I have lived. The pain now is part of the happiness then.”
Rei was generally a pollite mare. She didn't like for horses to know how malicious she really was until it was too late. So she pretended to take interest in his name. On the bright side, he had not yet rediculed her, or attempted to chase her away. Standing in the stream she noted a small mass of bones to her right, growing odd flowers. Of course she knew he was expecting a name in return. However how did she know if such information could be trusted to him. Her eyes wondered back to the bones. "Why are you here among the dead brute?" She asked, her ivory hoof lifted and fell right ontop of the bones, crushing the skull into tiny peices. No reguard for what ever life had been there before her, all it served right now was getting in the way of her walking toward the steed. Head high she pressed through the gentle pull of the creek. Rei didn't really like water. In fact she hated it. As a foal she'd been mortified of the water and even being taken to the shallow pools for a drink had been a chore for her mother. It seemed irrational to them, but Rei had no interest in drowning... at least not right now. "Perhaps you're here to morn?" Another careful step toward him. "Or maybe you come in search of a fight." Her ears pinned softly before perking back up. "Or maybe... you don't really want to be here at all." She concluded, pulling herself out of the creek beside the smokey stallion. "But one thing is certain, you didn't come looking here for me." Deciding she wasn't worried at all about the reprocussions she shook the water from her legs and circled him slowly. Her ghostly eyes surveying him with interest. Dapples were always lovely. "My name is Rei." She said cooly, the soft curled coat would feel smooth and silky as she brushed ever so slightly against his side. No she wasn't sleek and smooth, but desireable to the touch she most certainly was. "So what is it? What brings you to this place, when you obviously have suck better places to go?" She was complimenting him. In an attempt to gain his favor. It was better that way. Rei didn't want a premature fight, and physical altercations were usually avoided by her. Though the physical pain was just as welcome as the rest of it. She deserved it. It was all welcome because it was all that could make her feel anymore. Everything else was fruitless.
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Post by Caitlyn on Jun 11, 2011 0:48:54 GMT -5
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Silence met his words. Of course she wouldn’t offer her name to just anyone, what had he expected? Adonis bit back another sigh. It seemed like he was doing a lot of that lately—he needed the comforting scent of her. He’d never had to go without it before for such a long, arduous length of time and now he felt like a drug addict going through withdrawals. It didn’t help that he was completely alone in the world as of right now. The young stag felt a moment’s regret—maybe he should have kept the mares of the previous stallion, at least then he’d have some semblance of company and companionship even though he would’ve had to kill off any of the foals they bore that were of the previous lead’s seed. A thought arced through him and brought his steady breathing to a stop. Was that what was going to happen to his little foal? It was such an ingrained instinct in males—kill the offspring of the one that came before you—but… That little colt or filly would be his grandson or granddaughter. Could he really lift his leg and strike down with his fatal hoof on the skull of his own flesh and blood? Adonis couldn’t even think about it without getting ill. But wasn’t that what he was just contemplating doing? Was it any different to kill a foal that was your son’s than it was to kill a foal that was your natural enemy’s? They all had the same velvety muzzle, the same soft pelt, and the same doe eyes that realized only an instant too late that your deadly flints were the last thing that they would ever see before it all faded to black. Could he, gentlemanly Adonis, lift his muscular foreleg in violence against one so weak and defenseless? It went against all of his morals. Protect those weaker than you. Don’t kill unnecessarily. He heaved an internal sigh. She was the one that taught him to actually give a damn about those weaker than himself, the one who had instilled those morals in him. If not for her, he wouldn’t think twice before crushing a colt or filly’s skull that was not his own. It was the nature of stallions, it was the nature of the beast, and it was the nature of nature. The other stallion had been weak enough to be beaten; therefore his offspring were destined to be weak as well. It was the best way to create strong, stable animals for the future. She wasn’t here. She couldn’t be his conscience for him. He had to learn to live without her, he had to learn to do this on his own—he had to learn to live his way. Adonis had been so caught up in his morbid thoughts—this place was really rubbing off on him—that he was surprised when the cremello minx spoke since she’d been quiet for so long. Soft gray audits flickered in her direction, drinking in her words. He was so curious about this mare. ”Why are you here among the dead brutes? Just as she finished her sentence, her foot came crashing down on a pile of bones. His icy eyes were immediately drawn to the spot. Her hoof was smack in the middle of a horse skull, shards of bones flew everywhere—some even landed on him. Adonis shook out his coat, then each individual leg in an impressive display of dexterity. His mind replayed the moment her ivory flint came down on the skull, smashing it beyond recognition. Instead of just some random dead horse’s head, though, he imagined it being his little baby, part him and part her and all love and warmth and that sweet new foal scent. Sheila—oh, it hurt to think her name so much—was trying to protect it from his father, but her small frame was no match for his unparalleled Andalusian muscle and strength. Right in front of her he crushed the babe’s skull and laughed while he did it. ”This is a lesson to all of you. I am your lead stallion. I am the only one whose seed enters you. And if it is otherwise, this—“ Once again he stepped on the foal’s broken body, it was mangled beyond recognition at this point. ”—is what will happen.” Adonis shook his head roughly to clear his mind of the unpleasant, sickening image. His stomach was churning, his eyes were burning, and his skin felt like it had millions of maggots crawling over him. Adonis refused to ever, every think of that again. He needed a distraction; something, anything, so he replied to the mare that had brought on his horrific thoughts.
"I was wandering around aimlessly. I acquired some territory and I wanted to know who my neighbors were or if they were a threat to me… I don’t think piles of bones are much of a threat, though."
Adonis punctuated his sentence by kicking out a strong back leg and sending another horse skull flying into the dark of the forest. After a few seconds a faint crack was heard as the bone found and hit a tree, presumably shattering into a million pieces like the one the curly coated vixen had stepped on. He noticed she was walking towards him, wading in the water on her way over. The liquid reflected her alabaster coat beautifully; lighting up her features and making it look like she was glowing in the damp darkness of the somewhat claustrophobic woods. The dappled steed exhaled a silent breath of appreciation before he realized what he was doing. He’d sworn to never, ever look at another mare with interest, but it was spring and he just couldn’t help himself. She was a fine specimen, and he persuaded himself that it didn’t hurt to merely look. The white mare spoke again, pulling Adonis out of his confused thoughts. ”Perhaps you’re here to mourn?” She took another graceful step towards him, the water in the creek sloshing due to displacement. He barely had the time to open his mouth to reply before she spoke in her lovely, melodic tone. ”Or maybe you come in search of a fight.” Another step. He was entranced—she was the snake charmer and Adonis was the snake. He was about to shake his head no, but once again she talked. ”Or maybe… you don’t really want to be here at all.” He didn’t realize she was so close to him until he heard the water splashing back into the brook and dripping off her lovely body. She shook out her thick coat much like he’d shaken the water from his lips earlier, and all he could smell at that point was mare. The dampness of her coat amplified her scent and Adonis was left reeling. With a mental shake of his head and a stern ‘get it together’ thought he fought the power of the springtime mare scent. Adonis was proud of himself for not losing it. But then she spoke again in that musical, lyrical voice and it took all he had not to actually bury his muzzle in her mane and inhale more of that addicting smell. Adonis blamed this on being alone for so long. He was desperate for any social connection and interaction, and that’s why he was doing this, that’s why he was feeling like this… At least, that’s what he told his guilty conscience. ”But one thing is certain, you didn’t come looking here for me.” A reply of ‘but I’m glad I found you’ was right on the tip of the stallion’s tongue, but then she started circling him. Instantly he thought of how wolves circle prey, looking for any weak spots, any chinks in the armor that could be exploited and used to kill the animal. Unconsciously he stood a little straighter. He didn’t want her—or anyone, for that matter—to find him visually lacking. But he wasn’t too worried about that, he was taller than most of his peers and his full Andalusian ancestry gave him graceful bone structure, a thick, full mane and tail, and even in the wild where food wasn’t as healthy or plentiful as the food humans feed horses he was still solid muscle due to the constant movement of the herds and escaping predators. Adonis’s blue eyes tracked the mare as she made her way around him and spoke once more. ”My name is Rei.” Finally, he knew the minx’s name. Rei. It fit her very well—it was mysterious and interesting. Suddenly he felt warmth on his side and a delicious softness and curve that could only be Rei touching him, brushing up against his side. Shudders went down Adonis’s spine. After being starved for contact for weeks her touching him, even if it was accidental—which Adonis wondered whether it was or not—felt so, so good. But he was at a crossroads at this point: did he touch her back, or did he let it slide and do nothing? Adonis decided on a happy middle; he let out a low rumble of appreciation deep in his chest, it was acknowledgement that she’d done it, but he didn’t try to invade her personal space by nuzzling her back like he wanted to do. She’d finished making her rounds of him by now and he desperately wanted to know what she was thinking. Did she like what she saw? Did she think him ugly? Why did it matter so much to him? The Andalusian was frustrated with himself. It shouldn’t matter to him. It shouldn’t matter to him at all what she thought. Adonis’s ears flickered in Rei’s direction as she asked him another question. ”So what is it? What brings you to this place, when you obviously have such better places to go?” Adonis realized that he hadn’t answered any of her questions yet or spoken very much at all. He had to remedy this, of course.
“Exploration and curiosity brought me here. I’m not here to mourn; I haven’t known anybody here long enough to mourn for them.”
He decided to leave out the part about him slightly mourning for his son or daughter that was destined to die at the hands of his own father.
“Rei is a very beautiful name.”
It slipped out without his conscious decision to say that, but thank God he left the ‘for a beautiful horse’ part off. He wasn’t very good at being sweet or anything, he was too young, too inexperienced. It felt cheesy, and he still couldn’t admit to himself that he was actually interested. He’d promised himself, and more importantly, promised her, and yet the first mare he came to in this strange new land was testing his abilities of keeping that promised. Was he so easily swayed by the instinctual pull of spring, or was this something different entirely, a one-time thing? Was it because he was so lonely? Adonis was so confused and angry at himself. He tried to get himself together by repeatedly thinking her name over and over, no matter how much each time stabbed through his heart with a rusty knife and wrenched it open. Sheila. Sheila. Sheila. Sheila.
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Post by llcoyote on Jun 11, 2011 12:01:03 GMT -5
[shadow=white,left,300] [glow=white,2,300]Rei [/glow][/shadow] “Why love if losing hurts so much? I have no answers anymore; only the life I have lived. The pain now is part of the happiness then.”
Rei could see the troubling stare into space. She could feel the heaviness of his heart. Good, she was in pain too. They all deserved it. He spoke "I was wandering around aimlessly. I acquired some territory and I wanted to know who my neighbors were or if they were a threat to me… I don’t think piles of bones are much of a threat, though."
[/i] Rei would have laughed if she could. She wasn't just piles of bones... and she could most certainly be a threat to anyone. Though seeing the amount of misery this stallion was in it pushed her cruel nature away. True she wanted them to suffer... but he was suffering. And Rei knew how bad that hurt. Her own chalybeous eyes turned to look at her scared hip and belly. The thought of her own dead foal flashed in her mind. A slight wince came over her face. Torn bit by bit down to the bone. The blood poured from it's little blue body onto the muzzles of hungry wolves. Some how, almost dead, she'd managed to pull herself off the ground. Her irovy hoof struck the alpha in the head, blood flowed... and it had excited her. With the others, she took her time, relishing in their screams. It had been their fault her child was dead! The skeleton was flesh and bone proof of the crime! So they would scream, just as she had that day her mother said she regretted her birth, the day the stallion had turn his head in disgust, the day just like the day she creamed when they tried to tear her limb from limb... causing her foal to be born dead. Yes, they needed to pay. Rei had made sure they had. Shortly after was when she changed her name to Rei... because she was nothing. And nothing was left of the happy, outspoken filly that had been born to this world on a cold winter's night. It was a wonder she survived, that alone should have proved her strength... but such things as strength and honor no longer mattered to the world. Blood. That is what mattered to them. If they would hate her, she would hate more. She would hate better than they did! The mare allowed his agony to drip off onto her and stood silent. A quiet understanding of how he felt. She had no interest in the why of his misery. Simply the fact that he wore it on his sleeve was good enough for her. The life of a young stallion was rough, she knew that. The draw of mares was hard to resist... and leads were possesive. Her eyes shut softly and a sigh drew out of her mouth. Slowly, her tongue reached out to lick her lips. Chewing on nothing at all, it was just to get some moisture back into her mouth. So he was not here to mourn the passing of a horse from this land. "But what of another place stallion?" Rei didn't want to use his name. It bothered her to use anyone's name at all. It gave them a face. Worse than that, it gave them value. Something Rei was not quick to make space for in her heart. There was no room for value and love and trust. She had too much pain. It simply wouldn't fit in her dark, tiny heart. "Is there another you long for away from here that has passed on... perhaps not in death but simply out of your life?" She puased and tossed her mane slightly, "You don't have to tell me... it's of little meaning to me, I'm simply curious." She whispered. [/color][/size][/font][/center] |
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Post by Caitlyn on Jun 11, 2011 13:40:04 GMT -5
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Adonis could feel some sort of kinship with this mare. As his own misery radiated off of him, he was close enough to tell now that she had her own troubles and miseries within her. But, really, who didn’t? All of the equines he’d come across had their own cross to bear, although some crosses were larger than others. His cross was something that he could never quit bearing, something that he could never get out of his soul or his thoughts, just like he could never get her out of his thoughts. Before now he’d found her constant, soul-tugging presence with him comforting, but now it felt itchy, restricting, and heavy, like a too small knitted Christmas sweater that you just had to wear on your grandmother’s insistence. Her presence was preventing him from doing things that he’d like to do, such as touch Rei back, or even look at her with guilt free interest. Adonis shook his large, powerful head and flicked his tail once in irritation at his thought. He shouldn’t be feeling this way, something was wrong with him. He knew of stallions that would die for the connection that he had with her, that deep, everlasting love. But he wanted it gone. He wanted to forget she ever existed. He chuckled internally at the irony. Was this growing up? Just a few hours ago he was contemplating the same thing except with the complete opposite stance. He never wanted to forget her; he never wanted to let her go… But now he could see that this was restricting him. He knew he was supposed to have as many mares as possible in his herd, but he’d yet to find even one. Icy blue eyes were drawn to the pale minx next to him. He had found a mare, but Adonis wasn’t stupid enough to proposition her, he could see her refusing him instantly. Rei didn’t look like a mare that needed the protection of a home and a stallion, but that wasn’t all he was offering. He’d been travelling for weeks and he could smell the foreign lands on her pelt, he knew she’d been travelling as well. Adonis could offer her companionship; he could offer her understanding and an ear that would always listen. The young Andalusian’s eyes were drawn to where her eyes were looking at—the scars littering the soft, feminine curve of her belly and the somewhat sharper curve of her hip. Now that she was closer to him he could see the depth of them, the agony she must have been in while blood pooled out of the gashes… His respect for her rose even more. She was a survivor, she was strong. And to have fought off whatever was attacking her with those wounds and escape? It amazed him. He’d never met a mare that was capable of defending herself, where he came from they were mostly possessions and objects of affection that had no idea in the ways of battle or war. Seeing Rei like this, so obviously proficient in battle, was quite revolutionary to Adonis. Cerulean orbs also took in the wince that washed across her pretty face. Instantly he disapproved—pretty faces should not have any sort of negative emotion on them, pretty faces should be happy. He wanted to make her happy. He didn’t want her to feel ashamed of her scars; he wanted her to see them how he saw them—as trophies of battles won. Adonis let out a low, comforting whicker made to reassure the cremello minx and then he gathered all his courage and snaked out his long, muscular neck and lightly touched the femme with his velvet gray muzzle. Adonis pulled back after touching her almost instantly, not willing to test his luck. She’d said something about coming here for a fight earlier. Adonis hadn’t come for a fight, but perhaps she had. The stag could still smell her on his nose and it took all he had to lick his muzzle in some attempt to taste her.
What the hell was that? Adonis shook his head once more, his forelock draping dashingly over his face. That was creepy. He was never going to think that again. He vowed to never think that again. But his young, hormone riddled body had other ideas. Enticingly she licked her lips—Adonis’s eyes were trained to her tongue, but he forced himself to pay attention to her when she spoke to him. Ears pointed in her direction, catching her words and drinking them in. ”But what of another place stallion?” He noticed that she didn’t refer to him by his name. Adonis wondered why that was for a few seconds, but then he realized it didn’t really matter. A name was just a name, after all. ‘Stallion’ was as good as ‘Adonis’, as far as he was concerned. ”Is there another you long for away from here that has passed on… perhaps not in death but simply out of your life?” Now they were getting into personal territory. Adonis closed his eyes for an instant in pain. Yes, there was someone who has passed out of his life—ripped forcefully out of his life, rather. And yes, there was someone who was going to pass on… his own flesh and blood. As she kept talking, her voice got quieter until the end. It was now at a whisper. ”You don’t have to tell me… it’s of little meaning to me, I’m simply curious.” His gut reaction was to say no, and never tell anyone what had transpired all those weeks ago. But then Adonis got to thinking… Maybe this could help him heal. Maybe he should tell someone. His large head drooped and he uncomfortably pawed the ground with his sharp, deadly hoof. His whole being seemed to sag in sadness and pain as he began his story.
"There was a mare. Her name was…"
He almost couldn’t get her name off his tongue; it felt like it was choking him from the inside, like his heart was coming up his esophagus with it. Finally, he forced it out.
"Sheila. We’d know each other forever, we’d grow up together and fallen in love and it seemed so right at the time…"
He closed his baby blue eyes and his thoughts difted miles and miles away, back to where he came from, back to when he was young and didn’t care about the consequences and repercussions of his actions. All that had mattered to him was her and her warmth, her scent, her love, her wants and desires… He narrated the story out loud to Rei as he recalled it in his mind, lived every agonizing moment over again. He told her about how his father was the lead stallion, how he was cruel and traditional in his ways. He told her of her and how she’d asked him for a child. He talked about how he’d given in almost instantly, how he couldn’t deny her anything, how she knew that, how she used that power she had over him. He couldn’t find it in him to be mad at her, however. Mares had a biological clock, she couldn’t have ignored its ticking forever… He talked about their lead stallion—his own father—finding out about the illegitimate pregnancy. He lamented about how it hurt that he understood why it must be so, he completely understood why the death of his only child had to happen. Once he was finished, though, Adonis felt… lighter. He felt less burdened by the guilt of his mistakes. He would have never told a soul this if he were back home. Maybe it was comforting to tell a stranger like Rei. She could judge him all she wanted, but she was still just a stranger to him, not family or friend—yet.
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Post by llcoyote on Jun 13, 2011 22:59:25 GMT -5
[shadow=white,left,300] [glow=white,2,300]Rei [/glow][/shadow] “Why love if losing hurts so much? I have no answers anymore; only the life I have lived. The pain now is part of the happiness then.”
He'd touched her! Rei snorted, and almost balked away from the contact. Her head high and stiff. Why would he touch her?! Who would want to touch her. She was disgusting! Rei tried to control her breathing. Still even with great effort her breath came out shallow. Why did he go and do that? Did he like her? No, nobody liked her! Perhaps it was pitty? Maybe he thought she was...pretty? Her lip cirled in slight disgust at that. Some ideas were simply too far fetched. Slowly her pallid head turned to stare straight at him, eyes still held open wide in utter confusion. "Why... why would you touch me?" She asked softly. Her melodic tone was broken and unusual. Instead her voice was a low, raspy whisper. The shock was evident all over her. Suddenly her ears pinned flat against her skull and her eyes turned to slits, "If you're trying to play some sort of joke you most certainly are not funny!" The hurt was clearly heard in her tone. That had to be it though. Her body was scarred and marred,her coat was curled, and she was devoid of the color and life that made other mares exciting. There was nothing in those words that made her seem touchable... nothing.
Her face slowly softened, even if he was to make fun of her, she wouldn't let him think he had and effect on her at all. The femme snorted and turned her head back straight, listening half heartedly to what ever he had to say next. So there was another mare! His voice was heavy with pain and suffering, and Rei understood that. His pain was shared. The mare nickered softly, they all had their sob stories. His was a rough one. At the worst possible time, even seeing his anguish, Rei could feel her body heat up. Her fridgid eyes scanning him. The instinctual call of being a mare did affect her. Rei wanted that life so badly... but it wasn't for her. She was nothing. Her head shook stiffly as she chased the thoughts away. "I see." Was her only response. Her tail was raising slightly, the smell of her head was evident all over her. "You could always do what I do... try to forget." The thick curl of her tail brushed against him softly and she turned away a little .
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Post by Caitlyn on Jun 19, 2011 13:38:30 GMT -5
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The big Andalusian stallion’s ears pulled back in surprise when Rei snorted and froze. Immediately he pulled his muzzle back and backed up a cautionary pace, he didn’t want to scare her more. Adonis didn’t know what he’d been thinking; of course she didn’t want him touching her… But she’d touched him! She’d touched him first, and even if her rubbing against him wasn’t on purpose it had still been a touch and Adonis hadn’t acted this way and he didn’t understand, why was this mare so against a little touch? It felt good after being so alone, surely she felt that too? Adonis realized his muscles were tensed and bunched under his pelt and with great effort relaxed them. He didn’t want to look angry or like he was about to attack, his body was just reacting to Rei’s sudden movements. Her breathing was still shallow, her chest heaving with quick breaths. As she recovered, he had time to think about what her beautiful curls had felt like beneath his velvety gray muzzle. He had expected them to feel rough or wiry, but they were deliciously, sinfully soft… Softer than his own coat, which was more silky than soft. Her scent was still imprinted on his nose and he took a deep breath of it. Rei smelled of something that tickled deep in his memory, something warm, and something familiar… He breathed in again. What was that? Suddenly he was transported back to when he was little, a gangly foal that was a deep seal brown with bright eyes and strong desire to explore. He was no longer gangly, far from it, and his coat had grayed out, but his eyes were still the bright ice blue and Adonis still had that desire to know what lay beyond every horizon line. One day he’d been out farther than he’d ever been and just as he was about to turn back and go home (he’d head stories of foals disappearing in the woods) but something pushed him onwards. After a few paces he’d stumbled upon a meadow filled to the brim with flowers of every type, and honeysuckle vines crawling all over the trees. He’d laughed and rolled in the flowers, pollen sticking to every inch of his body. His mother had made him go take a bath after he came home, but it was worth it. That’s when he realized what she smelled like—honeysuckle. Flowers. It was very feminine and very nostalgic. Rei’s voice brought Adonis out of his distant past and into the present. ”Why… why would you touch me?” Her tone was soft, hurt… He’d never heard her like this before. Adonis grew angry. He didn’t know much about self esteem issues, but whoever had done this to his Rei was going to get hurt if he ever found them. Wait. His Rei? What the hell was that? The brute internally shook his head and decided to not think about it.
"I wanted to."
Adonis also wanted to add that her curls were lovely and that she smelled of honeysuckle and home but he decided to leave that off lest he sound like a creep. He didn’t want to scare her. Suddenly her ears pinned back against her skull and her eyes narrowed. ”If you’re trying to play some sort of joke you most certainly are not funny!” Oh, shit. Yeah, she was definitely hurt. Adonis scrambled to figure out how he could fix this. Rei shouldn’t be so down on herself, she was beautiful. So beautiful. Just like her… Adonis felt sick. He couldn’t do this, he couldn’t betray her this way… But Rei… But… Adonis’s head swam with the possibilities. He hadn’t thought of her in what seemed like forever, but really it had only been about five minutes. Was she going to prevent him from ever living a normal life? Why was she doing this? It was over between them, it had to be over… but that still didn’t change the fact that Adonis’s baby rested in her stomach at this very moment. It didn’t change the fact that he wanted to be with her now, he ached to be by her side and nuzzling her belly like a good father would. Maybe he’d always have that ache, the pull to what might have been, what could have been.
"I'm not joking... I really wanted to touch you."
Adonis decided that now would be a good time to be a little sweet.
"Your curls feel like velvet. And you smell like honeysuckle. Why wouldn’t I want to touch you?"
There. That came out less creepy than Adonis had originally thought it would. Maybe it just took practice to get this ‘sweet’ thing right. He watched her delicate face soften and smiled. Then all of a sudden her scent—not the honeysuckle one, the overpowering scent of mare in heat—slammed into him like a freight train. Adonis’s internal temperature kicked up a few notches and his nostrils flared. What was she doing? Her creamy tail inched higher and higher and Adonis thought his eyes were going to roll back in his head. She was crazy. No other explanation. Just as he thought he couldn’t take any more of the glorious torture of her spring smell, she spoke and it provided him with a lovely distraction. ”You could always do what I do… try to forget.” Was she saying what he thought she was saying? Did she want to…? Was that the way she forgot things? Adonis was confused. Confused and completely turned on. That mix of feelings usually led to things ending in disaster, so the Andalusian shook his gray head in an attempt to clear it of his confusion. He felt something brush against his muscular chest and instantly looked down. Her tail had raked across it as she turned her body a bit. Adonis looked up again. His eyes feasted on her lovely feminine curves. Adonis resisted the urge to start nuzzling at her, but just barely. He had to do something, anything—he didn’t know why, but he knew he had to.
"What's your favorite way of trying?"
Well, that came out more flirtatious than Adonis intended. If there’d been a brick wall around, the stag would have been slamming his head against it in frustration. He couldn’t help it, the source of that addicting smell was right there and he was so close and if Rei was saying what he thought she was saying then he really wanted to try to forget but what about her and his promise and… Adonis realized that this was probably his first test as a lead stallion. Here was a mare practically presenting herself to him and Adonis was going to throw that away because of a mare from his past that he could no longer see or touch or love or do anything with ever again? He couldn’t do that. Not now. He was in way too deep for that.
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Post by llcoyote on Jun 26, 2011 13:16:02 GMT -5
[shadow=white,left,300] [glow=white,2,300]Rei [/glow][/shadow] “Why love if losing hurts so much? I have no answers anymore; only the life I have lived. The pain now is part of the happiness then.”
Her ghostly blue eyes searched the stallion for any sign of trickery. She wasn't a mare to be tampered with. But the more he spoke the more Rei was inclined to believe that he meant what he said. She watched him force his muscles to relax against her. Had she startled him? Surely not, he was much larger than she was. Rei was a formidable foe but she wasn't stupid. A stallion of such size could easily put an end to her life. Her soft creamy tail brushed against him. "Honey suckles...that's the sweet stuff right?" She said with light mocking in her tone. Rei was anything but sweet. She had no desire to be so either. What did it accomplish in life? Nothing. That's what. It showed others you were weak and easy to walk on. Just as her mother had been. Rei would not be like that! "You know you smell like..." She trailed off and pressed her muzzle straight into his mane. If he wasn't joking about wanting to touch her, than Rei was all up for this game. Very few horses wanted anything to do with her. They were smart in that aspect. The mare was a trouble make and always had been. Her lungs stung as she inhaled a big breath, takinging in the essense of his sent. "Stallion." She whispered huskily. Yes and there was nothing better than the sent of a strong stud. It was heavy and musky, hanging in the air and looming with presence. Slowly she stepped back, her hooves clacking against the ground softly as she did. "Great stllion I can make you forget... almost anything. If you are willing." Her tone was low and she whispered to him gently. Rei turned on her hind quarters and lifted her tail gracefully. "Show me stallion... if you truely want to touch me. If you really want to forget. Prove it. Prove yourself." Her voice didn't raise over a whisper. The strong smell of her heat permiated through the air as she spoke to him. Oh heavens she was anxious. Not for the feeling of having a stallion on her back, not even for the foal that would be produced someday. None of that mattered to her. But there was this chance, this odd chance that he was accepting her. He didn't just tolerate her or look the other way. No this stallion claimed that he wanted her... and Rei had been waiting for someone to say that her whole life. Quickly her tail lowered and she turned her head. "But do not think even for the slightest of seconds that if we do this you are free to leave me afterward. If you choose me, you will keep me until the end of your days." Her eyes glazed over and she stared firmly at him with dark promise, "Or I swear on my mother's dead bones I will make you regret it deeply, every day, for the rest of your life." Her jaw clenched and she sighed, chuckling a little, her insecurities were shining through and perhaps it was unattractive. But Rei would not be tricked into copulation again only for a stallion to leave her defenceless, roaming the world heavy with foal. Like a weight in her belly that slows her and makes her more enticing to the wolves. That mistake would never be made again! "And I cannot promise you that I would submit to the will of your authority at all times. I have been alone for quite the while and tend to do things in my own way...I will attempt to change that for your benifit. Though your mares are another story." Her tail was lifted again, slowly flicking across his chest to pull him in. To make him want her. "I will not deem myself 'special' in anyway. I require no ranks or authority but do not ask me to submit to the will of anyone but yourself... and I will do everything to please you great steed." She said lowly, a nicker bounced out from her rib cage, calling to him in quiet desperation. Rei needed this. She needed some one to finally like her. She wasn't stupid. Silly things like love and old mares tales where a stallion commits to one mare did not happen. They were unrealistic and foalish thinking. All Rei required was that he wanted her. Even in the slightest of ways. Nothing else mattered but the feeling of acceptance. Of knowing that you had one person that wasn't going to judge you harshly for every time you put your hoof down wrong. Wasn't that easy enough? It had to be.
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