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Post by »t o a s t e r on Jul 30, 2009 0:59:03 GMT -8
Nobody was awake at this hour, why would they be? The day time creatures were fast asleep, and the midnight predators were full and getting there. Well with one exception. Ducked beneath the shadow of the so-called "Freedom's Perch", the almost invisible silhouette of a horse could be seen. Her face was the only thing visible in the embracing moonlight. The rest of her body was well hidden in the overhanging shadow. Despite the stark white ground blanketed in snow, that should have been casting some light upward to her underside. The mare's golden eyes were striking in the moonlight, but surprisingly dull. In fact, had she not been standing there. One could almost say she was dead.
Well, they might be more right then they are aware. For inside, far beyond the surface. She fought to keep herself from going over the edge. Her demons relentlessly attacking her steal conscious, finding every little imperfection they could. Some managed to break through, hence why she remained in this awkward state of mind at the strange hour. She should be sound asleep. Surrounded by her herd mates with the protective eye of a brawny stallion watching over her. That's how it normally goes isn't it? Most mares you see alone don't last long. No, Esseri couldn't even hope for the luxury of death. And trust me, it's been more than twice that the thought has crossed her mind. But something kept her going. Something she damned inwardly everyday for not letting her give up. And even when she tried to figure out what it was. She had been dealt the worst cards, and there was nothing to do but fold.
The mare stayed like this for hours, her head so low to the ground that her muzzle nearly touched the earth. Her eyes as dull as ever, staring into the ground as if it held her answers. Eventually, the sun began to creep above the horizon line and animals began to stir in their slumber. The sunlight quietly traveled over the snowy ground causing it to sparkle brilliantly. Not long from now spring would begin and the birds celebrated with their usual banter. Except today, the tune of their songs changed a little. They were the slightest bit more lovely than usual. And yet there the black mare stood, unmoved. Exposed fully now by the sun. Glistening in the sunlight like a fine tahitian pearl. She wouldn't know it though, how beautiful she truly was. It didn't matter to her. On the inside she felt like a hideous creature, damned by her bastard father, and the lot of sadistic demon's that followed him.
For a brief moment, a spark of indescribable anger flitted across her lifeless eyes. But the moment passed so quickly, she went right back into being a vegetable. As of right now, she found her best bet was to keep her turmoil at bay. She tried strenuously to keep her mind thoughtless. She didn't know how much longer she could do this. Somewhere deep down inside the dark empty crevices of her heart. She desired a home, but she felt to much of a damnation. And probably would never even chance it. For now she would simply stand here until she could build the strength to move on with her never ending journey. [/color] |
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Post by Fajer on Aug 2, 2009 19:43:58 GMT -8
You knew he'd show up.
He's just good like that.
It seems that he's always showing up, wherever his mares may be. It's not that he follows them; in fact, he doesn't even know they are there when he shows up.
Like I said, he's just good like that.
The blood bay stallion strode into Freedom's Perch, not really looking for anything. He was simply on a stroll. Having partially condemned himself to insanity, having not seen his suicidal mate, Capria, in a long while--obviously-- he really found no reason to stay very often in his 'claimed' land of Whatever-It-Was. He'd had visions recently of his love coming back to him, reasons for his self-ordained insanity. And yet, he was calm, don't ask me why. And so it was a semi-normal walk he was taking when he saw her.
It may have been years, or it may have been only months, but he still knows her face. She is Esseri. Surprisingly, it took him less than a few seconds to come to that conclusion upon seeing her. He was coming at her to the side, rather than straight on, but he still knew it was her. He black pelt shone beautifully in the now risen sun and it made him smile. Esseri was truly his first love, even if Capria had so awesomely carved her place in his existence, and she would always be apart of him. And so he moved forward.
He reached her quickly, perhaps some act of his excited subconscious. But he was nervous too. Last time, he'd basically chosen his white heart over his black; would Esseri even want to see him? Maybe not. And then how would he respond? Only a minute will tell...
Looking the mare first directly in her dark eyes, those mirrors to her soul, Blood asked a silent forgiveness, then directed his own gaze downward as he spoke her name,
Esseri.
I am sorry.
I did and still do love you.
Bad post. Sorry.
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Post by »t o a s t e r on Aug 2, 2009 20:29:31 GMT -8
There was no escaping it, no escaping the pain. There was no way to evade the near constant stream of sickening thoughts. Be it from how she started out on this earth, to why she was alone now. Why was she alone now? She had been given plenty of chances to settle down and never took a single one of them. Deep down inside, she wanted nothing more than to feel normal. So right then she made a vow with herself. Taking little steps she would do just that. And then, like a god send the musky aroma of a stallion wafted over the windy valley. That was promising. He wreaked of mares, meaning he was probably a herd leader.
The slightest bit of light entered her lifeless golden eyes as she turned her head anxiously toward the sound of hoofbeats. But as the stallion grew closer, his smell grew stronger. She knew who this was and her heart sank. There must be a devil out there, he couldn't have made himself any clearer to her at that second. Blood, the one who had loved her unconditionally. The one she had abandoned time and time again. And the one who had moved on, mostly forgotten her much like other's in her past. She peered at him through hazy eyes as he peered at her. And then like a blow to her heart he spoke her name as he always did.
What was she supposed to do here? Should she just forget about it? Or go on feeling like the infectious disease she always felt like? The one who always ended up abandoned in the long run, simply because of her own discrepancies. But who better to restart with than someone she knew? But maybe this was just a chance visit. Perhaps he hadn't really intended on seeing her. Maybe he just felt bad for her. Blood wasn't one to completely abandon someone after all.
Digressing she pressed her head against his, inhaling his aroma. Hiding her uplifted soul behind closed eyes. Deep within her, angels rejoiced. He truly was a god send to her now.
"Blood", she whispered. But she couldn't hide the sing song of her voice then even if it was quiet.
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Post by Fajer on Aug 14, 2009 11:43:55 GMT -8
Sorry it took so long...
It's good to see you too, little one.
I've missed you.
When Esseri shoved her face forward and touched his in such a sudden movement, Blood blinked in surprise. Not that he didn't enjoy the contact, but it surprised him that she would come to him so willingly and soon. After all, though she'd abandoned him, he too had, in a way, abandoned her when he'd found his White Heart. The last time he'd seen her, she'd been in a rage. And yet, now she was glad to see him. It's all slightly confusing...
But still wonderful.
He detected the song in her tone and it made his face light up in a warm smile. His quiet eyes smoldered with love as they gazed upon her, however scarred, feminine figure. See? He told you that his Black Heart had never stopped beating. She was way to tough to be beaten back by something so insignificant as distance, time, or competition. She'd been rest, but now she thrived, thumping gloriously in his red chest.
As with Blood, he didn't have much to say when he was with his mares, or with anyone really. Words were not required for him to express emotion. His love for her could be seen in his eyes, his protectiveness in his stance; even now his body was curving around hers, protecting her from anything on the outside that wanted to hurt her or steal her away again. Try as he might, he could not curve around her heart and mind, and protect them as he wanted to, but he would try.
Back to topic, though Blood isn't much of a talker, he would talk. And so he did. His eyes still bright with joy, he was quiet,
I have missed you.
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