Dark Cave - The Hide Out

[midnight]

Cimeno moved away from Duna when he then watched Belle get out. But she was only gone for afew minutes before coming back. He walked over towards her and nuzzled her neck " Don't worry we will get out of here one day. Our parents and family will be worried sick about all of us." He said trying to reassure her and himself at the same time. He looked around at the other foals and then outside. He shook his head at a thought sence it would be awhile before the next chance came so that they could all escape.

[Crow'sia]

z o a l; your bloody messiah

In the world on Crow and Meg sometimes things need a push, and other times they get in the way of other things, and then sometimes, just sometimes, when you use the word things to much and run your sentences on and on completely butchering the English language one becomes frustrated and decides that something needs to end, even if it was a brilliant idea. Resurrection can only rise so often. Unfortunate. And for this reason, future history changes, plans are modified, requests are made, and saviors, who aren’t actually saviors, and who will never be regarded as such, step up to give that push. We call these puppets antagonists. Damn them for being—

Center stage. The ‘Angel’ was crazy, she was nuts, and regarding all this she was intelligent in the most painful way possible, unfortunately, she was not intelligent enough to elude the dark chocolate cover he took in the night, nor the adaptation of a cripple, and death of a filly. Or maybe she just was not prepared enough. At any rate, Angel’s fatal flaw would be tonight, if not his own. The scent of blood still lingered in his mind and intoxicated the stallion’s senses, the memory of the evening wavered, the sights, the sounds, the horrid mock of his own voice, panic, fear. The vicious overtone he had taken, Come and fetch your daughter…

Zoal had fled with her deranged shrieking echoing in the distance and the nauseating, guilt racking pleads of Decusii fading with each leap. He would not in fact have followed ‘them’ if their paths had not crossed again, and as it were, in this short time, as he watched Angel drag the filly along at almost a snail’s pace he stalked from afar. She probably would not notice him, too concentrated, too paranoid. When the cave came into his view he listened from within, each word, each breath, each kick that the soft body of the foal was given. It quickly arose to panic; none of them were delusional, none of them blinded. And this one youngster’s words… well, how could he not jump.

His dark eyes adjusted to the light ever so slightly and he still could not see in the darkness that the night brought upon them, so instead Zoal listened and smelled his way around. He knew his very distance from the cave’s entrance, how thick the cover in front of him was, and the very cover another young female had just tried to tear through. The evening had just been building for this, like a storm atop a hill, and his body pulsed with a calm yet excited bliss that was calculated and heightened. As if in a trance with every movement premeditated Zoal was already off.

A cry ripped through the air pitched so that it became far away the remote call of a wolf and he slid through the brush poking holes in it and ripping it down; and sadly, he noticed a path that Angel must have used quite a bit, because it certainly looked easier, whoops. Anyways, he poked his way on through. “Sick, not sick!” he barked at them from outside; his body finding into the cave’s entrance he moved off to the side. Suspense poured into his stomach. “Angel, love! Liar, love. Hah!” His eyes turned to the foals. “Gods, ya’ll need to move your arses. And go.”

Yeah man, that means flee in some off hand was. Muse death! Fwee. Flee!

You know you love the cheesy-ness.

[Meg]

.cigarette
i'm not crazy, i'm just a little unwell.
i know right now you can't tell.

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She pittered back and forth, her cracked talons clicking on the stone floor of the cave while she eyed each foal with intrest. Look how far she had came. So many foals, and each of their innocent faces gazing at her. Then a coltine of the mountains spoke out of speech with the harsh words of accusing her of murder. Murder?! Her, Cigarette? Capable of murder? Her silver auds pinned back upon her elegant crown and her eyes narrowed at him. How dare he? Lunging out towards him, she paused, crouching her tall body down towards him. "I didn't kill her, she passed out. And no, I wish not to harm any of you." She straightened up and looked around at all of the frightened faces. She glanced at Duna, whom was joyous to see her at first but her joy, Cigarette noticed, was wiped away as she nosed the flicka on the floor. Sorrow filled Cigarettes silvery brown eyes as she stumbled over to the body on the floor. She picked up the scent and disgust overcame her. She had killed an innocent. Her face became emotionless as she turned back to the kids.

A small snare left her lips as the coltine stood up to Duna and attempted to be grown up and responsable. And when the little flicka freaked out and fled the cave, Cigarette was going to let the kid go, she wasn't about to have another die on her hands. But surprisingly the child came back, surprising Cigarette off hand. She grinned, liking the kid. She stepped up to her, and nudged her gentle, almost thanking the kid for coming back, but Cigarette didn't really know what was going on in her mind. But pure gentleness was pouring out of her for now.

Her auds swirved around, catching the sound of an intruder. Audits pinned down upon her crown as she stepped towards the entrance of the cave. Her muscles flexed like snaked under her silvery coat as she waited for the intruder to approach. Her nares flared, picking up the scent of the mysterious stranger from the meadows. She nearly kicked herself in the head for not being more cautious. She heard a cry that sent chills racing down her spine, and the crashing of the large creature coming down the path, stumbling along. She heard the speech of him from outside of the cave, a small rumble leaving her chest as she crouched down low ready to spring upon him if she had to. "Sick, not sick!" she heard him say, and then, there he was; in the door of her cave.

Clipping her cracked talon down upon the stone floor and rage, she approached the steed that decided he would come and crash her party. She forgot the foals and Duna as she approached him, her long silvery mane and tail billowing back in a gust of wind from the cold night. She stood tall before him, her dappled coat barely seen in the shadows of the cave. "What is your reason here, stag?" She questioned, her vocals low and in a certain hiss. Her eyes were now silvery and all the kindness was gone. Her pitts were empty of emotion besides the rage that boiled in her, and the hint of fear. She was terrified of this mysterious stranger that followed her, she didn't know what he wanted. And she wasn't quite sure she wanted to know what he wanted from her quite yet.

but stay a while & baby then you'll see,
a differnet side of me.

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[Crow'sia]

z o a l; your bloody messiah

Zoal’s voice was rich with laughter and the sadistic edge of excitement that had earlier plagued him. His senses in this state of mind, which one would think would be dulled by intoxication were heightened, a paradox of sight and sound. Each movement carefully logged into his mind and returned as vivid and unnatural as silver fire, the stallion’s heavy feet echoed as he traced the entrance way. The musk of the damp cavern and the stale odor of old air wafted outside, it swirled around him like it was possessed.

Moments ago Angel’s personality became once again eclectic as she gently brushed her face against the filly who had tried to flee. The clear acknowledgement that Decusii was in fact dead, and not unconscious, as she had previously believed must have rattled some sense into her, and perhaps some compassion. Which all in all Zoal did not mind, it made him all the safer, despite her unpredictability. He had watched her ready for him, break past her own barriers and drop her ears back so that the gray fur melded with her skull, and unlike the mare, he remained perfectly calm, completely unthreatening. He had really just strutted right in… however clumsily.

Now she toddled up towards him, her body held close to the ground; the air, which must have had a mind of its own to create such atmosphere, blew a cold chill in from behind him as though she herself were a ghost. He looked like an apparition from heaven, and Zoal’s mind, giddy with erratic and displaced bliss of the evening, could have sworn she really was an angel. She drew her body up, and he met her eyes with the same look void of all feeling. Then he smiled. And began to pace. “Reason, girl? Why would I have a reason!” his eyes slid once more over the foals that were scattered inside the cave and he kicked his front legs hard on the stone so his hooves made a loud click. “So what is your reason here?” He stopped in front of her and mimicked, “Let’s play a game. Hide and seek.”

[Meg]

.cigarette
all day,
staring at the ceiling making friends with shadows on my wall.

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Her nares flared when he mocked her. She had her reasons and none of which were for him to know. She was about to answer him and push him out of the cave, when his cold words echoed through her auds, "Let's play a game. Hide and seek." Chills ran down her spine, leaving it to race back up her neck and leave hairs standing. She eyed him. So this was the stranger that was there, watching them in the night. Her heart thumped in her chest, as a sickingly sweet smile tacked itself upon her lips as she took another step towards the stag. Looking him square in the eye, she pushed past him, smacking him in the face with her long silvery tail, indicating him to follow her out of the cave. She paused outside in a small circle of moonlight, she was curious to get a better look at this stranger.

She glowed, her silvery skin gleaming in the yellow light as she looked curiously out. Her body shivered a few times nervously, as she shook her body out and calmed herself down. She stood tall, her long sloping shoulders and long curved boa stretched out as she lowered her elegantly dished crown, eyeing the stranger. Smiling sweetly again, she padded her talons in the soft woodland ground, leaves stirring as another gust of wind blew past her. Taking a step forward to him again, she eyed him. "Stranger, what brings you to follow me, when you saw me commit a crime," she questioned. Flicking her silver auds back and forth, "rather then going to the leads of the lands to tell of a murderess in the forests?" She cocked her pretty head to the side, the moonlight making a halo around her crown.

She turned around, looking out into the dark shadows of the night, her petite talons still and unmoving. Cigarette ignored the stranger, but she still waited for his speech. She wasn't worried about him attacking her, for it was clear if he was going to attack, he would have done so by now. She snorted, and tossed her dial, the silvery flames on her boa dancing back. Turning around, she expected words from his lips. Before she listened, another question wandered into her mind, "Who are you?"[/i]

all night,
hearing voices telling me that i should get some sleep.

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[ashleigh04]

She had waited a while to feel nothing. Not a bite nor a kick to be had to the body. Instead a nudge though not one of a bad meaning more one of a good meaning. Perhaps this dappled fae wasn't as bad as they all suggested. But what was a nudge? Why did Belle always like someone for doing one pitious thing. Maybe Cigarette was just trying to help the foals? Maybe the adults meant harm to come forth' to them.

At once she nudged the dapple angel back. Happy to be praised since it had been a while. They her once lifeless eyes tended back to their origional state, she perked up as she saw the brute wonder in. She growled as if a dog, a puppy. A stupidious growl. As if to warn him but what good would it do? Cigarette could fend for herself, she knew that. But eyes dropped down to the floor once more, where the dead foal was dead and the Angel denying that. She was asleep was what Angel thought. Maybe she wanted to hide the truth, scared of becoming a murderer. Yet still no harm had come to Belle and her sisters. That was all that mattered.

[midnight]

Cimeno walked over towards Belle and nudged her shoulder " Come on let's go before Angel comes back." He whispered while using his head to indicate the entrance way. He then looked back to the other foals and smiled reassuringly " Come on we can go while she is busy with that stallion." Cimeno said with a clear and calm voice hopping that they would leave this cave. Then he started walking out of the cave. He looked up where Angel and the stallion were at and just continued walking but he stopped and turned his head back to see if any of the others were following after him.