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Post by erosaf on Apr 20, 2010 14:06:07 GMT 8
Honey and Spice To lose your heart is a sad thing, Eslepecially wheen you are haunted, by the ghost of your lover I walked through the trees wondering ifwol dret show is fce to me again. The ghost stalion, Blood Cinnamon, my old lover. He was such a pain at the moment. He kept popping up, and everytime I seemed to be at home in a herd I was instantly outlawed because he killd whoever it was I was wth. Would he ever leave me alone or must I befollowed by him to my death? Would I ever find someone he coud not kill becase of the fact he still belived was his? I did not ask for this to happen to those I loved after him. I knew though that that was something that he would never allow. Someone though would end up getting to him and mangng to kill him. Only then would I not be so nervous and jumpy. No chance did I have against him. If he really want me, why woud he not just kill me? That way i would be dead like him.But no, instead he was the one making me suffer. I did not pine for him at all. There was no sense in what he was doing to me. I can admit though that once i had loved him, for he had been very handsome while he was alive. A glossy white stallion. No mare had been able to refuse him. I had been his queen but now that he was no longer alive, I had no love for him. He simply walked through a stallion to kill them, and only once he had did I ever see him coming. Always he let me grow close to a stallion before he killed them. "You'll never be free of me, even in death," he had said when he died, and every time he killed someone I felt close to. I hated him so much. There was never a time when someone had annoyed me this much. I peered around, trying to spot the corpereal stallion. He would be watching me, even now to see who his next victim was. The odd thing was that no matter how hard I tried, I never managed to warn those he came after. They just did not understand that a ghostly hell horse would soon come to kill them. I smiled though, as I walked through the trees with my little sandy buckskin daughter. Spice and I were always happy. She did not understand that her father was the reason that we were always moving herds. This time though, I hoped for a stallion ho was stong enough to withstand Blood Cinnamon's attack. That day I hoped would come to me soon. I knew that my life would be all the more happier when that actully came to came to happen. These days I could not be to freindly and happy, because of his ever present presence. "Another herd, mummy?" Spice asked. "Sadly yes my dear, we must find someone else to run with. I wish it were not so."
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Post by Corrupted Soul on Apr 20, 2010 15:28:49 GMT 8
Quiet Whisper Why? Why me? She wondered once again. It was maybe the fifth time that she had asked her the question, the question she longed a answer for. Lowering her head, she looked at the ground as she stood. Why.. Why did they all leave me? Why did they all forget I existed?! A tear dropped from her eye.
Her head almost shot up as she heard the socializing of other creatures. She wondered if they were friend or foe?. She heard two voices, they seemed feminine to her. Her head looked left then right, she saw no one. She analyzed from the sound of their voices they were perhaps only about ten to fifteen meters away.
She considered turning and running, her tail between her legs. Birds found their voices above her head. She looked up in awe as she watched them take flight. A mother and two chicks, a family. She didn't have a family, she realized. She maybe never had one, maybe they had been waiting to abandon her. Maybe all mothers were like that.
Her dark brown body walked through the forest. Her short, growing mane and tail followed in suit. Her ears flickered as she listened for more words, she heard nothing. She trotted forwards, staying clear of bushes and dark patches. She knew nothing of the area, as she had been born in the harsh desert, things were more beautiful here.
From the time that she had been born, her mother hadn't been very good to her. She had never been able to play as long as the other foals. She had wanted to have one of their mothers as her own, but she couldn't. Her mother hadn't been loving or even caring sometimes.
She fed her not as much as other foals fed, starving her at times, just because she was trying to get on the stallions good side. She had hated her mother at some parts, who left her weak and exhausted some days from lack of food. She had never cared for her, never. She was happy, she had been abandoned.
It had been a day. A day since she had left the desert, and she was already hungry and unbearably tired. She wasn't old enough to eat grass yet, and she had no mother, or even a foster mother to provide milk for her. She found herself becoming dizzy as she walked. "Someone.. Help.." She stumbled through a bush and fainted, right in front of a mare and her filly.
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Post by erosaf on Apr 20, 2010 17:56:43 GMT 8
Honey To lose your heart is a sad thing, Eslepecially wheen you are haunted, by the ghost of your lover "But mother, why do we always have to keep moving. Why do all of those kind stallion's keep suddenly dropping dead?"
I sighed, thinking carefully about how to explain what really was happening. It would be hard to explain that it was her real father that was always seeming to kill the stallion's we all so eagerly joined. All we wanted was a home that I knew we would be happy in, without his annoying presence.
Too many mares had been left without a stallion thanks to their stallion's allowing us to join them. Everytimea stallion fell, I felt extremely guilty about the fact that we were the cause. Always that was the case, he had not been a killer when he was alive.
"Sweet heart, they keep dying because your father, Blood Cinnamon keeps killing them. As soon as I grow close to a stallion he swoops in for the kill. None of them ever listen o my warnings about him," I said gently.
"I don't understand."
"He thinks that we are still his though he is well and truly dead," I replied.
"Oh so he wants no other stallion to claim us? Why can't he just leave us alone?"
"I do not know why he must want that. It's not fair on you or me. I wish he would just leave the two of us be. If he waned us that badly, why kill others when heculd do other thngs to mak us his competely agin?"
No I wouldnot say just kill us to my daughter that would have been wrong of me. My daughger wuld know what I meant though. She was very perceptive about the way things worked and that was something i was ever so proud of her for being.
It was then that a young foal slipped out in front of us. I jumped before realising what I saw. She looked very cute, but also under fed.
My dughter was just starting to wean so I still had plenty of milk still beng made in me. I walked over towards her, my gaze meeting hers for just a few seconds before she fainted. Sighing as I reached her, I lowered my head.
I could never understand how some mares could do this to their foals, and when I did not have a foal with me, I would usually take them in and look after them. Gently I licked her forehead, waiting for her to wake up.
Since Spice was weaning now, I would happily look after this one if she wanted me to. Shewas in safe hands now. I never let any harm befall any foal, it had been one of the things that was a part ofy true character. There was too much love in my strong heart.
I stod next to her, my daughter looking on for a few seconds before joining me.
"What's wrong with her?" Spice asked.
"I am not sure. She looks like her mother has not fed her enough. I think he should sty with us or te mean time, at least until she really is old enough to look after herself," I replied.
"Yay I get to have a little sister,"my daughter squealed in pleasure.
I chucked, raisng my head olook around the small clearing we were in. There was no danger so we would stay here, until another stallion came.
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Post by Ashley on Apr 21, 2010 10:41:04 GMT 8
Madre De Dios He hissed under his breath as he saw many mares already taken, As if He was going to fight for a damn Mare. He showed no niceness in his eyes or face it was arched into a glare all the time. HE didnt care though that was how evil he really was you know.He was looking for a victom some one to torture until they go screaming for their lives.He thought it was really funny when they go screaming for their lives and all he did was give more torture. He waited to catch scent of some mares who wernt taken yet so he could have another victom.A scent reached his nares and he headed towards it positive that the mare wasnt taken. He was soon in front of them and headed straight for the adult mare. He nipped her and stepped back a smirk obviously on his face."I claim you as mine Mare Im MAdre De Dios." Attachments:
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Post by erosaf on Apr 21, 2010 11:25:44 GMT 8
Honey
To lose your heart is a sad thing, Eslepecially wheen you are haunted, by the ghost of your lover
I snarled as he touched me all of a sudden. "You don't want me, stallion. Death follows me like a curse." I laid my ears back and bit him as warning. I would not go with someone like this. There was no chance of that.
He seemed to be a lot like Blood Cinnamon and that was the sort of horse that I was against being with. Cinnamon would kill him, only too easily. It was then i spotted the ghostly white horse watching me. This one, he could take with him to the underworld, I could care less.
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Post by Corrupted Soul on Apr 21, 2010 12:45:06 GMT 8
Quiet Whisper She let out a quiet groan. She had felt something licking her forehead, she didn't know what, or rather cared much anyway. Her dark eyes flickered, almost opening. She heard more voices, one.. Masculine. It seemed there was a male around.
She opened her eyes, her vision somewhat blurred. She stood, looking around, confused and dizzy. W-What's.. Happening? She wondered. She was so very hungry and tired.. She wanted to sleep, but she needed food first. She focused on, on the equines around and spoke.[/size] "Who.. Are you?"ooc ; Low muse, and not much time to post =P, sorry.
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Post by erosaf on Apr 21, 2010 15:22:26 GMT 8
Honey I looked down at the little filly as she struggled to her feet. I knew that this would all be a little alarming for her, to find so many horses around her. I smiled at her and gently nuzzled her, I knew how to calm these little ones. I was all too used to dealing with frightened foals.
"I'm Honey and this is my daughter Spice," I said softly. I moved to stand next to her for a moment, then remembered the ugly stallion. Spice knew what I wanted and she walked over to us, to the other foal. She was a yearling now, so she would know how to look after this little one.
I squealed and bit again at the stallion. "I will not come with you, unless you seek death!" Then I whinneyed, hoping that someone else was nearby that could help.
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Post by Corrupted Soul on Apr 21, 2010 16:04:51 GMT 8
Quiet Whisper They comforted her a little, yet she still backed away from them. She didn't know them, and she didn't want too. She didn't care who they were, her eyes strayed to the stallion and she almost squealed.
Stallions. She remembered her mother saying. Are maybe one of the worst creatures on earth, if they are evil. She turned and found herself looking up at another stallion. She saw the stallion was a dapple gray, he stared down at her, a friendly smile upon his face.[/size] Sympathy Sympathy had found his way towards the group. He had been wandering as usual. He had heard the conflict and had made his way towards them quickly. He stared down at the filly, smiling softly. Who do you belong with, little one? He wondered to himself.
He looked up at the mare, stallion and yearling. He saw the mare lunging at the stallion. His dark eyes followed her movements, and he stepped forwards, in front of Quiet Whisper, beside Spice.[/size] "What's happening here..?"
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Post by erosaf on Apr 21, 2010 16:29:48 GMT 8
Honey and Spice "Mother, there's another one," I heard my daughter call. Springing away from the annoying overconfident one, I turned and walked back to my daughter who hid behind me.
"Who are you!"
I was not in the mood for another stallion to annoy me. One was enough. Then I answered the grey's question. "This other stallion tried to force me to join him. I have no interest in doing so. All I would bring is a curse to his lands."
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Post by Corrupted Soul on Apr 21, 2010 17:05:50 GMT 8
Quiet Whisper She found herself keeping close to the gray stallion, despite her mothers words about stallions. She hated her mother, she had done nothing for her, so she decided she couldn't trust her. Maybe all stallions were nice, maybe mares just acted nice.
Her dark eyes traveled across to the mare who had shouted at Sympathy. Her ears flickered backwards for a second. "Who are you..?" She spoke quietly. She found herself standing beside the gray stallions left hind leg, looking up at him.[/size] Sympathy Sympathy answered the mares question almost instantly. "I am Sympathy, from the land of Abhilasha." He spoke softly. "Stallion.. It seems you are not welcome here, in the presence of this family.. You should probably go." His dark eyes stared at the stallion. He stood tall, the sun shining down on his dappled gray coat.
He turned around for a minute, and smiled once again at the filly. "Hello, young one. Who is your family? Maybe we can find them." He would be happy to lead her to her family, or even allow her to live with him, and his love, Ceelena for a short time, til she grew up. His turned his attention back to the stallion once again, ready to fight if need be.[/size]
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Post by erosaf on Apr 23, 2010 8:49:18 GMT 8
Honey
I looked down at the little filly. "I'm sorry for frightening you, dear." Then I met the gaze of the grey. "Nice to meet you, Sympathy. You would be right about us not wanting to go with this brute."
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Post by Ashley on Apr 23, 2010 9:39:00 GMT 8
ooc:im to lazy to post lets say he leaves
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Post by Corrupted Soul on Apr 23, 2010 14:08:49 GMT 8
Sympathy He slowly nodded his head. "Tis nice to meet you as well." He said softy, turning his head ever so slightly to catch a glimpse of the filly. "What's your name, dear?" He found himself nuzzling her, calming her.
He thought about returning to his love once again as he had wandered. He knew she was pregnant, and he hopped for twins so one would not be lonely. He considered taking the filly who stood by his hooves with him. His eyes traveled up to the mare and filly, What about them? He thought.[/size] Quiet Whisper "Quiet Whisper.. I'm all alone."[/size] A tear rolled down her cheek. She stayed next to the stallion and watched the mare and other filly. They had been so kind to her.. Yet she was wary of them. Her stomach growled once again, she fainted from hunger.
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Post by erosaf on Sept 2, 2010 13:18:03 GMT 8
OOC: Just realised she's beeen claimed previously by someone else... END THREAD
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