Post by Corrupted Soul on Nov 28, 2010 17:50:05 GMT 8
The bay mare had grown so bitter since she had left, and abandoned Fantasma. She rarely thought of returning to the stag. Right now, she wanted revenge or rather to make Illusion suffer unbearable pain. She stepped in to the land, her thoughts clouded. She wanted to see her so-called sister's blood before her and hear her cries for the pain to stop. Her purple hued eyes moved, searching for her. "Illusion!" She cried out. She wanted to make sure that Illusion knew that she was insignificant to her father than she. That Illusion was lying to herself about the fact that she was actually loved by Sympathy. The time to grieve for her father had been past, as the time for confrontation was now.
The head snapped up, harks pinned at the sound of her childhood. The pallid form drifted forth, green orbs peering though the trees to seach for the sender of the voice she knew all to well. "Greeting sister," she hummed, bodice still hidden by the fog which always drifted upon the lands. She strayed away from her mind, respecting her to have her own thoughts. "What can I do for you?"
She couldn't battle the fae. It went against everything she worked for. A healer could not harm. A harmer could not heal. Such was the nature of all things in the world.
Post by Corrupted Soul on Dec 1, 2010 15:25:24 GMT 8
She pawed the ground, ruining at least some part of the home. "Oh, nothing much, just you're pain and maybe death.." She said, the hate was obvious. Turning her head, she stared at her. "A fight, no powers or assistances.." She didn't meantion probable death for the loser. "Will you accept? Or run away, too scared to even show you're hooves to me."
The pallid head shook quickly, her green orbs flashing with surprise. "I cannot," she murmered "it is against all my vows."
It was, a healer could not fight. But that was not the only reason. The young fae did not want to fight her half-sister, despite their differences she still loved the other fae. And she now carried a foal, she needed to care for herself. "I am sorry, but I cannot and will not fight you," she said firmly.
Post by Corrupted Soul on Dec 1, 2010 16:16:35 GMT 8
"Then." She started. "You will die by default." She replied and charged towards the sister. She reared, bring her hooves down upon her sister's back. "I still hate you." She said with hatred, her voice but a whisper. "It's all you're fault!" She raised to bring her hooves upon her sister's hide again. She didn't know she carried a foal, yet it would not change her decision none-the-less.
The young fae fliched, feeling hooves tear against her white flesh. She would not fight back, but she would not stand by and allow herself to die by her partly insane sisters touch.
"Go," she hissed in pain, the magic from her body working without her knowing. It pulsed out, forcing the bay mare away.
Do not hurt the healer of the these lands a powerful voice called. It sounded strong, powerfilled. But Illusion had never heard it before. Her mother had always told her about the ancient magic of theses lands, but it was rarely shown.
Thundering daggers pounded against the grounds through the beautiful mists of the lands. Normally, the need to interfere wouldn't come to the mind of the stag with the dark pelt. Danger raced through his mind as he felt the pain of his love, as if he was connected to her in a way he had never known before. Nostrils flared, he entered the clearing, sauntering over to the small bay mare. With an impatient flick of his ebony whipcord, his eyes laid upon her with mistrust but not hate.....not now....not ever. Flame found it hard to hate anyone, even if they did terrible things to him. Familiar she seemed though, even though he didn't know her.
"Leave. Illusion. Ah. LONE!" he charged at her, stopping feet away from the purple eyed fae. Dark eyes filled with sympathy as he came closer to the poor creature. Something terrible had happened to her, and Flame had no idea what it was. Something provoked her to come and try to wreck their perfect family, the most wonderful thing they had ever known - their love. No one could hate Illusion, for her perfection was too much for any simple mind to take in. She still astounded him, and he had been with her for a couple years. "You jealous creature. Get away from our family," he whispered, fear on his voice.
Green eyes flickered at his approach, her slim blood-stained bodice and lightly touched his side, begging for him to pull away. "Flame," she murmered gently, feeling the pain and distraction in his mind "calm down, i'm fine." Her nose gently rubbed against his dark pelt, her own injuries already disappearing into fresh skin. The only evidence of the attack was the blood which stained her side, but soon that to would be gone. "Go Whisper, please," she told her sister, eyes refusing to land on the bay fae.