Re: At the waterhole « Reply #40 on Jul 9, 2006, 2:27am »
The little filly watched the two. Eclipse seemed to look back and perhaps even talk to the other mare, and she didn't look too happy with either him or her. Gentle hoof beats reached her auds, and she saw the ebony stallion heading her way. He was also coming alone. She felt the tenseness in her muscles lessen at the knowledge that the fae wasn't coming with him. As he approached, she lowered her head, ears laying further back. Wondering if he was ashamed, upset, or disappointed in her. He wouldn't have been the first, many had chased her down again only to tell her that she was pathetic and worthless. It had been those nights when she'd cried herself to sleep and wished she had a mother most of all.
She felt the want to make Eclipse happy, or proud of her. It was a sudden feeling, unlike that she'd not known or felt before. It was odd and even Tainted didn't understand it. Though some would have recognized it as the want for a father figure. She'd never really had one, her 'father' or the lead of their herd, had been a nasty one, and didn't care for fillies, only colts. So, she'd never really been loved for long, not by her father nor her mother. Perhaps it was for that reason she felt this way now. She turned back to where Blood was sniffing at the grass, before looking back into Eclipse's mahogany eyes.
She'd learned to accept her mother's death. That much she knew, she of course still grieved, but that's because she simply loved her mother. She also knew why she ran, it was because she didn't want to be hurt again. She didn't want to become attached to anyone, and so she hadn't allowed herself too. The reactions she'd gotten from everyone else in return only helped to make her wary of others, because they'd not been at all understanding. Still a little voice screamed inside her to run from the stallion again, because she couldn't risk getting close to him either. But already she'd gone a little too deep, and couldn't really bring herself to run once more.
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Re: At the waterhole « Reply #41 on Jul 21, 2006, 4:06pm »
As he approached the young vix, she had lowered her head, and flattened her audits. Almost at being ashamed of herself. He knew why, but she hadn't a reason to do such things. He would never hurt her. His weakness was foals, and that was all really knew about that. He knew that every time he was around one, his heart softening, and his emotions tended to show the good, happy, wonderous side of him. Foals just some how lit up his world. They were so innocent, and full of joy. It was amazing that such a small creature as Tainted had made it this far into the lands unnoticed, and how someone could kill her mother like that, and abandon her and leave her for dead.
No need to worry little one. Blood wouldn't hurt a fly. He said in calming tones. Well, that last statement was a bit of a white lie. He knew Blood would fight for her rights, and kill if need be. He doubted she could hurt such a young, scared foal such as Tainted here though. In fact, he knew it. If she ever did, he would banish her to the lands of the scorned. He woudln't tollerate such behavior. But he needn't worry about Blood doing such a ruthless task. Blood knew her limits, and he doubted she was that heartless.
He calmly lay beside the young flicka. Making him more vulnerable to everything else just to prove he woudn't hurt her. He could NEVER strike a foal. Not even if it cost him is life. He just simply couldn''t bring himself to do it. Velvety mug reaching over and gently nudging her. Letting her know everything was alright. Blood seemed to keep her distance. He noticed out of hte corner of his eye that she had given him a small look. Almost a sort of resolve about herself that seemed to tell him that she had decided soemthing for herself. Of coarse he didn't know what, but she seemed determinded about something. He let it go, and he woudln't ask her about it. It was her business.
Eclipse knew what it was like to not want to get attatched. After being hurt like before when he was a young stallion, he never wanted to get attatched again. Not after all that he had been through. But already, he had learned to respect, and honor those around him. Becoming distant but at the same time, friendly enough to care about another. Take Blood for example, he considered her a friend. A friend with many secrets, and as did he, but he would help protect her, and come to her aid if she asked.
As he kindly looked down athte youngen, she seemed rather lonely. A sudden feeling welled up inside him. The sense of responsibility for her nearly overwelming him. He wondered if he was the sort to be a fatherly figure. Someone that a foal could look up to, and be a romodel for them. Was he worthy?
Re: At the waterhole « Reply #42 on Jul 22, 2006, 2:28am »
The youngster again let her pillars fold to lay alongside Eclipse, by his shoulders. A long sigh flaring through her delicate nostrils. At his last statement she looked out at the blood bay mare, realizing where she'd gotten her name. Tainted wondered if there was some reasoning behind her own name. Was it her coat color? Or something else? Her mother actually had given her a longer name at birth. Tainted Love. But that was the only time she'd ever heard it. She'd been called Tainted since then, a shorter variation of her original name. Though she still didn't understand it's meaning.
Still, she wasn't so sure about Blood. She had acted like she didn't like her. She looked to Tainted like almost every other mare she'd met, just a wee bit nicer. Her little pillars folded under her, and she placed her maw gently on the stallion's foreleg. She leaned her small black body against his, weariness passing through her. But she didn't yet close her eyes. Though she did feel very safe laying here next to the stallion, he radiated a sense of security and she felt the trust for him growing every minute. Eclipse. She whispered softly, still staring off into the distance. I never had a father, and...I miss my mother.
Re: At the waterhole « Reply #43 on Jul 23, 2006, 10:08pm »
Blood could hear the murmur of vocals but blocked them out. Suddenly her skull jerked up and her towers swiveled non-stop. An owl called out into the moon filled night. She relaxed. Shadows danced across the plains, and she smiled. It was such a soft smile that it made her features change so she looked almost like a different equine. Such beauty in the land. It reminded her of her home. A deep sigh escaped her and sadness filled her heart. Perhaps she would try this emotionless shell the next day. It was too hard now. Once she was rested it would be easier. For now she could wallow in the memories of the past. Of the good times, and the bad. The very bad. She wandered a bit further away from the laying figures of Eclipse and the filly. She did not wish to go far incase they needed her. The night was not always beautiful. Memories forced her knees to buckle and she sunk to the ground. She sighed again as she reached the ground and closed her lids till they rested half way. Her thorns were alert, her defenses up. She was ready to spring to her feet at any given moment, but her skull was pounding as memory after memory hit it. Perhaps she had a desire to go to the filly. An unconscious one. Perhaps the loss of her own stirred up long lost feelings of motherhood. She wanted a foal. To maybe replace the one she lost. To fill the empty hole within. She opened her orbs, emerald greens flashing over the others. She watched them quietly, features holding no emotion as she thought
Re: At the waterhole « Reply #44 on Aug 2, 2006, 10:54pm »
She suddenly jerked herself awake. Her neat skull lifted up high, nares wide. Scents were on the wind and Blood knew they meant trouble. She pulled herself upon blackened pillars and shook off the wariness from her blood bodice. Emeralds searched for the form of Eclipse. She found him down with the filly. Just as they had been before. She decided not too alert the stallion. Besides, the mare felt that this was something she could handle.
Turning in the direction in which the intruders presence came from, the bay vix set forth quietly, her swift two beat carrying her further away from the peaceful pair and closer to the ones who were sure to be trouble. Bleeding Heart could feel her blood heating as her pulse quickened. What would happen, she didn’t know
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Re: At the waterhole « Reply #45 on Aug 8, 2006, 2:49am »
Feeling himself fall calmly to a defenseless state of mind. He knew Blood would protect him if anything happened. He didn't quite fear anything either. Of coarse he was ready for action, but perhaps not quite as much as normal. He would be able to defend himself before anything was able to pounce upon him or hte young flicka curled at his site. He would protect her for everything he was worth. He had a weak spot for foals.
He could tell the Tainted seemed to think silently to herself. He knew she must have been because she wasn't talking or moving really. He allowed her to think in peace. Wanting her to feel comfortable near him and to know that she could trust him. But he also knew that trust was not earned in one day. It had to be earned, but he was willing to go the lengths to earn it.
As Tainted sat there, he looked over at Blood who was now laying down with her eyes shut. He knew better than to think she was completely vulnerable. If anyone was that dumb to think that, they were dearly mistaken. She was just as lethal laying down as she was standing up, and Eclipse respected that. He didn't fear for Blood of getting attacked or anything of that sort. Blood was a grown mare, and quite capable of defending herself.
Looking back down at the little youngen laying beside him, he cooed in soft tones, Yes little one? That was merely his response when she had said his name. I know little one. I know. He really did know. He knew what it was like to loose one dear to you. He knew it all to well. Reaching over and lightly nuzzling her on her cheek. Letting her knew he was there for her.
As Blood got up, he directed a bit more attention to her. Just as she was up, he sensed intruders as well. But Blood could take care of it. He trusted her, and her skills. He knew she could assess the situation. Besides, ti was important that he stay here with Tainted. Eclipse gave Blood a final farwell almost as if to wish her luck and settle what ever it was that was entering the lands.
Re: At the waterhole « Reply #46 on Aug 8, 2006, 3:41am »
The filly felt tears prickle at the backs of her eyes, but she was almost too tired to let them out. She swallowed hard, and felt Eclipse's maw upon her cheek. She smiled slightly at him, and pressed her muzzle against his for a moment. Finally her weary bodice slouched back against his again. The very muted sound of hoofbeats touched her auds, and she tensed slightly. Only to remember that Blood was out there, and now she was leaving for elsewhere. Muscles relaxed, and without any other hesitation, she slid into a deep sleep. But she wasn't at peace for too long, for she was soon haunted by dreams. Or shall we say, Nightmares. Her small lucid bod twitched as she dreamt, an occasional murmur coming from her lips.
~
A tiny newborn foal lay at her mother's warm side. Her ebony pelt blended well with the night. As she fell asleep, the mare rose to graze at ease. But instead, a great black stallion strode near to her. He was tall and muscular, with oculars of the deepest midnight, filled with rage and hatred. The stud had wanted a strong, healthy colt to add to the others. But what had he gotten? This weak little filly, with a feeble mind. Not for long. He picked up his pace as he neared, harks pinning against his head, teeth stretching out. His terrifying scream pierced the air and jolted the filly awake. She hadn't time to scramble to her feet before the stallion reared high over her body. She froze, her dark eyes held the worst fear. Until the sturdy form of her mother pushed between them. Wihtout warning the two locked in battle high in the air. Even though the mare knows it's hopeless. He intends to get rid of it and try again. He reachs for her vulnerable throat, and grabs it within his teeth. Within seconds she collapses on the ground. The stallion stands over her, watching her life slowly and with great agony, die away. To punish her for fighting, he sears her flesh multiple times, then leans down and whispers into her ear. Not to worry. Your efforts were not in vain. Your little daughter will not die in complete pain. The vixen shakes her head, a pleading look in her eye. Before finally, she is gone forever. Mama. Mother, No! The stallion turned with an evil grin upon his blood-stained facade, and glared devilishly upon the flicka. Tainted rose to her tiny hooves, shaking with fear and pain. What she'd just seen was beyond words, her heart felt wrenched into a million pieces. As her tear streaked dish rose to look into the eyes of the brute, she saw the pure hate and malice in those eyes. For the one time in her life, she knew what it was like to look into the eyes of the devil.
She hadn't hesitated for another moment, she'd turned and run. Run faster and faster, blinded by tears and greif. But she'd galloped faster then she ever had in her entire life, knowing that if she didn't, she'd die beneath the merciless hooves of her father. But it was a futile effort, he was faster, and eventually she heard his daggers pounding the earth not more then a few yards behind, and closing fast. Sobs escaped her vocals as she ran, if it hadn't been for the little crevice between one rock wall and the next - she would have died right then. But in her dreams it was different, she passed the rock wall. Instead feeling the stallion's teeth grabbing her withers and hurling her to the ground. The rocks slicing her hide as she landed hard on top of them. The mighty tyrant rose high on his powerful hind legs, with no options of escape for the frail little filly that he began to drop his forelegs upon.
~
Tainted jerked awake with a terrified whinny. Her breaths coming short and quick. Only twenty minutes or so had passed since she'd nodded off at Eclipse's side. A light sweat had drenched her coat, and her orbs were wide with the fear that had been there upon their first meeting. Seeing Eclipse's large black bod she thought for a moment she was still dreaming and almost wriggled away from him, before realizing that this wasn't her father. She shivered and curled back into a tight little ball, suddenly not wanting to go back to sleep.
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Re: At the waterhole « Reply #47 on Aug 9, 2006, 10:19am »
Watching the little one he knew she was obvious very depressed, exhausted, and she just needed someone to watch over her for the time being. As he nuzzled her cheek, she met him with her own mug upon his. She wasn't exactly a shy foal, she just needed someone to be there. And silently, Eclispe was volunteering himself for the job. He didn't even really think of it as a job. He would enjoy having a little flicka around to watch over.
As hse settled down against him once more, he wrapped his neck around and over her shoulder as if grasping her in a horsey like hug to comfort her. He knew what it was like when he was younger, he had nightmare upon nightmares everytime his eye lids shut to goto sleep. He remembered them well, and he knew that Tainted was probably the same. He wished that he could just simply lift up that dreary fog away from her and take it upon himself.
Tainted seemed to drift off to sleep while Eclipse stood there. He could feel her violent shakes as the nightmare seemed to take over her body. (( I'm assuming that she shook or twitched. lol. )) She needed the rest, and he didn'tthink that he would be able to wake her. He knew that he was impossible to wake when he had them. He had to let it run its course. He hated that idea, but he had to.
He drifted off himself. All this comotion about Tainted loosing her mother made him think of Bafakah, his one true love. How his mother had been ripped ot pieces before his very eyes. He clearly remembered her perishing in the heat of battle. He was young, not quite out of his colt years.
Re: At the waterhole « Reply #50 on Aug 22, 2006, 7:25pm »
Hooves pounded along the ground and ebony pillars stretched out. The wind whipped her tassles. She felt the joy of her speed. Getting rounmd the bend she slowed. She saw the two figures in the distance and was now at a walk. She had left her company round the bend of the forest. She did not trust them this close. She stopped some distance off from the laying figures, unsure of her next move. In frustration she lifted herself into a half rear. Creeping closer as silently as possible, Blood let loose a small nicker, to get the stallions attention. She was close now. Remembering the filly's fear she halted a few meters away, not wanting to scare her any more then necisary. She did not have the authority to accept newcomers and needed Eclipse, otherwise she would not have disturbed him or the youngin
Re: At the waterhole « Reply #51 on Aug 22, 2006, 9:14pm »
Nights like these were frequent. It was often she'd dream herself into a sleepless night. The nightmares made her not want to sleep for fear another would grip her. But at least tonight she had someone to comfort her. When she had awoken with her violent whinny, she'd felt his protective nape around her small body. She leaned into his large body, feeling safe beside the large brute. But still what lay beyond the shadows of the night made her shiver with fright. Sometimes she could still smell the heavy scent of death in the air..could still hear the heavy pounding of large hooves striking the ground behind her..
And yet; there were hooves striking the ground behind her. Head rose with a jerk, and she snorted uneasily. Dark orbs fell on a trio approaching, the one she recognized as Blood, the other two dark figures didn't appear friendly, and were strangers to her. Pushing herself to thin, weary legs, she took several steps back until she was behind Eclipse's body. Anxious shakes ran through her lithe figure. Eyes held mistrust as they shifted among the other three. Stubby tail smacked against her sides nervously. She nudged the brute's flank, heavily fighting the urge to turn and run the other way. Her worried and frightened whinny claimed the air once again, and she backed up a little more. Harks lowering closer to her nape, body still trembling.
Re: At the waterhole « Reply #52 on Aug 24, 2006, 7:25pm »
Blood looked back to make sure the other two were still around the other side of the forest, out of site. Looking back, she noted the filly's distress and felt a slight feeling of pity, though she did not let it show. She backed off a bit, watching the little one thoughtfully. There was no vice in her features or her stance. The little thing must have been miss-treated badly. At such a young age too. In Blood's herd, all equines were of value. Male, female, young, old, strong, smart, fast or slow. Oh how she missed them all. She felt sorry for this young soul. She felt a strange urge to comfort her, but she saw her huddling towards the large stallion and resisted a smile. It was good to see the both of them. She knew the filly would need someone to lean on and from what she knew of Eclipse, it would do him some good to. She shrugged the emotions off and rubbed her skull along her leg in a carefree way, trying not to stare the flicka down
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Re: At the waterhole « Reply #53 on Aug 28, 2006, 10:25pm »
(( okay, I finally found this post. lol. I was going through the posts, and I couldn't find the one I had to leave in the middle of. lol. FOUND IT! ))
(( I'm just copied and pasted. lol. So you can reread or start from where it ended last time. ^.^ )) Watching the little one he knew she was obvious very depressed, exhausted, and she just needed someone to watch over her for the time being. As he nuzzled her cheek, she met him with her own mug upon his. She wasn't exactly a shy foal, she just needed someone to be there. And silently, Eclispe was volunteering himself for the job. He didn't even really think of it as a job. He would enjoy having a little flicka around to watch over.
As hse settled down against him once more, he wrapped his neck around and over her shoulder as if grasping her in a horsey like hug to comfort her. He knew what it was like when he was younger, he had nightmare upon nightmares everytime his eye lids shut to goto sleep. He remembered them well, and he knew that Tainted was probably the same. He wished that he could just simply lift up that dreary fog away from her and take it upon himself.
Tainted seemed to drift off to sleep while Eclipse stood there. He could feel her violent shakes as the nightmare seemed to take over her body. (( I'm assuming that she shook or twitched. lol. )) She needed the rest, and he didn'tthink that he would be able to wake her. He knew that he was impossible to wake when he had them. He had to let it run its course. He hated that idea, but he had to.
He drifted off himself. All this comotion about Tainted loosing her mother made him think of Bafakah, his one true love and his mother. And how she would comfort him in his times of need. And unfortunately the memory of his mother having been ripped ot pieces before his very eyes. He clearly remembered her perishing in the heat of battle. He was young, not quite out of his colt years. (STARTING HERE AGAIN!) It was an extremely unpleasant memory and he wished he didn't remember it at all. He wished he was back in his colt years, and romping about with friends, Bafakah, his mother. He wished everything back to the same! Why did this have to happen to him! WHY!
Suddenly twitching at hte slight discomfort of thundering hoof beats behind him he jerked his head up about hte same time the little filly had. Wild eyes studying Blood as she spoke and approached. Realizing he seemed to look rather startled he quickly calmed himself down in a matter of moments. His startled behavior had lasted but a few moments nad had disappeared as soon as it had come.
Nares taking in two new smells. Closer than before. He could sense that Blood really wished him to accompany her the next visit to them which was apparently intented to be soon. Soft orbs roaming down to Tainted who seemed to huddle at his side. Reaching back and giving her a comforting nuzzle upon her forhead. For some reason, he seemed to know for brief moments in time about being around a foal and knowing what to do or say. That was his soft spot... foals.
Take me to them. He really needed to take care of business. Despite his own memories nad curent emotions hidden beneath that thick shell of his, he needed to take care of the herd. He still patiently studied Tainted. He didn't want to drag her along, but he didn't want to leave her alone. Lets go little one. I will watch over you. His calm, soothing tones whispers softly in her ear for her to hear and only her ears to catch. It wasn't exactly a secret, just soft spoken words meant for comfort and confidence. Nuding the yougen lightly, he took a few steps away. Hoping Tainted would follow willingly. He had patience, he just hoped the two new comers did as well.
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Re: At the waterhole « Reply #54 on Aug 28, 2006, 10:26pm »
(( Should we move the conversation over to the other thread, or have that other thread move over here? lol. Would it be easier just to have Eclipse and Blood, and Tainted stay in this thread and have them goto them in this thread, and just kind of abandon the other thread? lol. I don't konw. WHat ever is easiest. ^.^ ))
Re: At the waterhole « Reply #55 on Aug 28, 2006, 10:53pm »
-Sucky post, sorry >.> I'm gonna wait until tomorrow to reply to anything else-
Large, liquid brown eyes watched. Darting between Eclipse's rising body and Blood in the distanse. Her nostrils were still flared wide, huffing in and out the strange smell of new comers. She relaxed slightly now that the stallion was up, muscles becoming slack as he nuzzled her gently. She moved closer to his shoulder, and lsitened carefully to him speak. So they were going to these new mares. Lump in her throat was carefully swallowed. Here she went, she'd tried this before. There had been a few occasions where she'd tried to face her fears. But she just...couldn't. Tiny little pillars took a few very small steps forward. Showing she'd go, for now.
Delicate little head dipped low, observing the path before her uncertainly. At the moment all she could see was Blood. Who looked pretty neutral standing quietly out there. So far she hadn't hurt her. But her refined wild senses told her someone else was out there. Their scent made a frightened feeling creep into her chest. She wasn't sure what to expect from them. So far she'd been lucky enough to meet only those who wished not to hurt her, only to stay back. Or comfort her, like Eclipse, whom she seemed to have suddenly clinged to. But no doubt, sooner or later, her luck was bound to run out.
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