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Post by Rosey-Lew ^.^ on Feb 22, 2010 3:45:11 GMT 8
The ivory mare flicked weakley flicked her audits, listening for nothing at all. She lay, legs tucked beside her bodice, on the floor. Mud was welling from the ground, a result of the rain that pounded against her pelt, feeling like a million bullets stinging every contour of her frame. A sob ripped from her chest, her frame shaking with the strength of her emotion. Terrified, thick tears fell down her beautiful muzzle, dripping loosley from her maw, that was led centimetres from the earth. Blue orbs were tortured as she raised her skull into the air, allowing the cool water to wash over her face, stinging her open slits. Another terrible cry echoed from her lips, a sound that would induce heartbreak to any creature who happened to hear it. Her once brilliant, luminous horn was matte, having lost all magic qualities it held. She lowered her muzzle, resting it on the horrible mud. She hoped that no-one would come, so that she could die in peace. Her thin bodice held evidence to the lack of food she had forced on herself, it had been weeks since she last ate, but she sub-consiously refused to give up, as much as she wanted to slip away, away from everything.
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Post by Kanchana on Feb 22, 2010 17:37:05 GMT 8
Suraja I was never in a league of noble gentlemen To whom she'd cast polite and flitting smiles, Only distant hope and dying dreams for me! Or perhaps descent into a game of wiles " Mother!" went the shilling winny. It pierced the sky, the call of a young foal, lost..alone...forgotten... Where was her mother? The one who was ment to look after her, tell her she was loved and cared for. Where was her father? The one who was ment to protect her, teach her the meanings of life and land. The stiff brown mane stood out in every direction. The wind blew strong and fierce. She fought against it, refusing to fall into its hands. " Mother!" she called again, stumbling along the rocky paths. She saw something, on the path ahead of her. Another horse! Was it her mother. " Mother?" she asked, stepping forwards and racing towards the white shape. Her little head butted into the chest of the mare on the floor but she pulled back. Tears fell over the mares maw, she sobbed. Her frame was thin, to thin to seem alive. The little filly backed away quickly. For what child wants to see a dead creature. With a terrifed squeal she span, running back the way she came but tripped. Legs slpayed in every direction, she was stuck. Her eyes were trained on the body. Help! she begged Help! "Please help..."To give a chance of sipping wine on heady nights With her angelic presence to declare; Above, an aura playing out hypnotic hues, And I in awe of blonde cascades of hair. OOC: I know shes not dead...but my little charrie does *pats fillies head* soo...yep..and btw love the pic!
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Post by Saphira on Feb 22, 2010 22:28:24 GMT 8
Phoenix The grey stallion had been wandering around the claiming grounds, looking… Just looking… His glossy neck was proudly arched, finely-chiseled dial lifted high, eyes sparkling with life and love. His luxuriant mane of flames blazed brightly, contrasting the overcast sky, suggesting that rain was coming. The ember-grey stallion grimaced at the mere thought of it. What? Why are you staring? It was only natural that a horse of fire should dislike water. Though he admits that it is a necessity.
Thunder rumbled, and the storm clouds split apart, as though it were a signal for its show to begin. Large pellets of clear liquid whizzed down to earth, millions and millions of tiny water droplets. Soon, the land was cloaked in a fine mist from the rain, as she stallion picked up his pace into a smooth canter, eager to be out of the wild storm. Keen crimson eyes scanned the land hopefully, looking for any sign of caves in which he could take shelter until the rain stopped.
His smooth grey body flashed by in a blur, as he circled the area, searching. So focused was he, that the stallion barely saw a pale shape on the ground before him, just managing to stop in time, hooves skidding on the slick surface as he scrambled to a stop. Phoenix’s eyes stretched wide with disbelief, as his gaze lingered on the mare’s horn. A unicorn! But… why in such a poor condition? The more he looked, the more appalled he was. Her blank sapphire orbs held agony within its glistening depths, and every rib was etched sharply beneath her matted pelt. “M’lady!” He cried out, voice ringing with horror at every syllabol. Instantly, he snapped open his wings, shielding the poor fae from the worst of the sting of the raindrops. Tenderly, Phoenix touched his muzzle to her neck, murmuring words of encouragement, of hope to her. Still, even as he took care of her, the ash-coloured stallion thought that he heard another heart-breaking call. The call of a young foal.
He hesitated, torn, before making his decision in a split second. “I’ll be back,” He gasped, tossing his head. “Stick around.” With that, the stallion was off, powerful legs pumping as he raced towards the shrill cry. And there, he saw a young filly trapped in the mud. Phoenix appeared next to her, mane and tail sopping as he spread out his wings to shelter the young filly, heart twisted with pity.
“Come, now,” He snorted gently. “Don’t cry. You’re safe now.” Nudging her softly, Phoenix led the filly back towards the mare, telling her that all was well. “Don’t fear. She is not dead.” Standing beside the two helpless equines, Phoenix nudged the both of them, wishing to ask them what was wrong.
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Post by Rosey-Lew ^.^ on Feb 23, 2010 3:16:17 GMT 8
Play Tragic Play Tragic's orbs wheeled aorund to see the form of a young femme, chocolate in colour, who was obviously distressed. Her heart softened, a miscarrige of her own child had chided her mere days ago, although, physical elements of her pregnancy still occured, milk, for example, was still being produced. She sighed as the fillie wheeled away, obviously shocked by her appearance. She lowered her skull more, so much so that her nares became filled with mud, obscuring her breathing. She didn't even look up as she heard another equine, not taking in any of his words, for he was sure it was a stallion. He was gone, soon. She sighed again. Wtaching as he ran to the side of the filly. That pleased her, at least it would have a chance. Though, both equines were soon back, her empty eyes shot upward, looking at the equines. Silent, horrible tears still ran down her maw, dropping onto the muddy earth. She lifted her skull, taking more effort that it appeared to take. Her audits, pressed backward, twiched. She emitted an accidental whimper, and shuffled her weight slightly. She reached her muzzle toward the filly, she had felt very strongly about foals since she was young. She could understand the flicka's aprehension, her appearance was one more of a skeleton than an equine. "I'm sorry if I frightened you." Her lyrics sounded, soft as they usually were. She attempted to struggle to her feet, and managed a few steps away from the two equines, but soon fell, unable to hold her own weight. She whimpered again, the feeling of vunerability mde her remember the old days. *Your worthless...* A voice in her head told her, and she answered it, thinking; *I know....* OOC: Yeah, she hears things..... lolz...
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Post by Kanchana on Feb 23, 2010 15:39:10 GMT 8
Suraja
The little brown nose twitched at a new smell. Familar but yet so different. Stallion... she knew it was.
The little brown figure struggled against the deep mud, trying to get away. But she was to small, to weak.
The stallion came closer, speaking in soft and gentle tones to the poor creautre but yet her body still shook. Slowly, he helped her from the strong and deep mud and stood by her side. With careful steps he led the little filly back towards the dead mare.
“Come, now,” He said to her gently. “Don’t cry. You’re safe now.” His nose nudged the little side, making her jump. "Don’t fear. She is not dead.”
"B-but.." she stuttered, hiding behind the large stallion.
"I'm sorry if I frightened you." came the voice and the little filly jumped again, hiding between the flaming stallions legs shaking from head to toe.
OOC: soooo sorry...I have the biggest headache....*head desk*
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Post by Kanchana on Mar 5, 2010 17:26:10 GMT 8
OOC: Ummm bump?
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Post by Rosey-Lew ^.^ on Mar 13, 2010 4:55:19 GMT 8
The unicorn mare gazed over at the stallion and filly, her dull eyes became filled with a sudden determination, and she struggled to her feet, her horn began to glow with a brilliant silver light. She drew in a few deep, ragged breaths, flicking her audits. The will of a unicorn, one of the best things in the world. She lifted her skull to the sky, and a weak smile came to her lips as she revelled in a shaft of dull sunlight, marred by the rain. She didn't know what it was, but she immediatley felt better, maybe it was the filly, or the stallion, but she was sure it was the young one. She tossed her skull slightly and made her way toward them, slowly and aprehensivley, with her head held low, hoping to calm the young one. When she was close, she tilted her skull aside. The rain had stopped, and was now a light mist. She began to graze, filling her form as fast as she could to make herself stronger. Her optics filcked to the filly every couple of seconds, hoping to portray to her that she was nothing to be scared of. "Young one." She said, when she was finished, she knew she must have looked better. "Where are your parents?"
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Post by Kanchana on Apr 10, 2010 9:36:08 GMT 8
Suraja
She twisted her little golden head to look at the once dead mare. Once more, she was confused but for once she felt safe in the company of this mare and stallion. At the mention of parents, she shuddered slightly and pushed herself deep into the mare's coat. "I don't kn-know," she whimpered, looking from the mare to the stallion.
It was true, she did not know where they were that very moment. But, she remembered a time when they had been around, but they had left her....not for a reason she could remember. A white mare standing by a dark stallion, the mare nosed her before turning to follow the stallion, the last time she had seen her parents.
OOC: I cannot write! Sorry...
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Post by Rosey-Lew ^.^ on Apr 18, 2010 5:21:33 GMT 8
The mare's coat rippled slightly as she shuddered, she didn't know where her own parents were, either, it had been years....
She nuzzlied the top of the fillies golden head, lipping kindly at her mane. The ivory mare's skinny form shivered in the cold of the rain, and she looked up to see it turn to snow, fluttering down, gliding on the wind with unnatural grace. She one again reached down to touch the filly, gently nudging her with her muzzle, and then her horn. Her horn had alway had a certain warmth around it, and before her own had sprouted, she had marvelled in the pearly colour of her parent's horns.
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