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Post by Black Thorns on Jun 27, 2011 14:11:53 GMT -5
I'm not bitter, I'm not mad Well maybe just a little, just a tad. Song grazed quietly in a small patch of grass she had found, her stomach rumbling again for food, her throat aching for water. She had been running quite a ways tonight, not caring where she was going, just running for the pure joy of running. Luckily enough, Song hadn't met a single horse on her journey, merely moving through the lands alone and without a care in the world. These were times that Song cherished, the ability to run with joy, and forget about her fears for just a moment. She whinnied quietly, shaking her dark mane against her pale skin. Her mouth met a small, almost completely melted patch of snow. The coldness hit her muzzle suddenly, and she snorted loudly in surprise before licking at the snow. It was clean, and wet; her throat thanked her as she lifted her head from the ground. She hadn't seen water, or things like water (did snow count as water?) in quite a while. She finished her small pause, picking up her hooves and beginning to run once again. As she ran, she threw her head up high in the air and let out a loud, piercing whinny, her mane and tail blowing back behind her as she galloped through the mountainside. Her run came to a sudden stop, however, when a peculiar scent reached her nose. The scent of blood. What, exactly, had bled? Upon investigation of the blood-scent, it was a mare's blood. She moved forwards to aid the mare- if it was a stallion she surely would have left him there to fend for himself. As she moved, the scent of a stag reached her nose. Her mind connected the two things without any proof. Stallion...blood... The stallion must have caused it. Yes, even without certainty the mare assumed it was the stallion who caused this mare pain, anger coursing through her veins. How could she expect less of a stallion? She snorted angrily, picking up speed as she charged the the direction of the scent. She ran as fast as she could as soon as she spotted the stallion, her eyes only seeing red as she ran. He must have hurt her- and she hated, hated stallions, especially stallions who harmed others. She reached the stag soon enough, running straight into him and hoping that she had managed to bowl him over to the ground.
--behind the post-- Not nearly as long as I'd like, it's only 400 some words. No muse. Song reeeally hates stallions. HATES.
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Post by aPPY on Jun 27, 2011 15:30:33 GMT -5
» Keanu looked at Raine as Sheba addressed her. She probably should clean out her wound, as the other mare was suggesting. He didn't really know if they should follow her anywhere though. He had an uneasy feeling and he wasn't ready to blindly go with her. Although, if Raine decided she wanted to go with her, he would follow. If he didn't he wouldn't be able to shake the thought that he just handed her off to someone else, to help her for what he had done. It was his fault that she was wounded and he wouldn't leave her until he knew she was completely alright and could be left to her own devices. Unfortunately that seemed as if it wouldn't be until the wound was at least scabbed over pretty good so that the smell of blood wouldn't nauseate her and cause her to faint again. What a mess he had caused.
» A loud whinny reached his ears, his head turning in the direction it had come from. His legs started to tremble again, the thought of yet another horse close by. His auds followed the approaching sound, the hoof beats traveling faster as they became louder. Was the other equine running towards them? He backed away from Raine's side carefully, making sure she was steady as he did. He nickered quietly, mostly to calm himself as his eyes scanned the trees. Like Raine had said before, he needed to calm down. He was just making himself a danger to be around and he really didn't want to hurt another creature that just happened to cross his path.
» A white figure burst from the trees, barreling towards him. He pinned his ears and backed a few strides, watching the mare get closer. It was like the whole scene was happening in slow motion. The unknown mare racing toward him, the anger clear in her eyes. What had he done to put that anger there? It was clearly directed at him, as he was the one she was after. He had never seen this grey mare before and now, here she was, charging at him for no reason?
» Keanu quickly shifted his weight to his hind end, turning his front to the side. The mare was obviously not going to come to a stop before she hit him. He snorted angrily as she came closer, lifting hit front end into the air a few feet before the grey slammed into him. He couldn't help but force out a surprised whinny as his feet slipped in the mud, his wounded leg unable to hold his weight and the momentum upsetting his balance. His cremello frame crashed to the ground with a thud, the mud cushioning his fall as much as it could.
» He groaned, twisting in the mud. He moved his forelegs out in front of him, painfully trying to get to his feet. He did not want to be on the ground while this crazy mare was nearby. He grunted, carefully standing as his injured leg screamed at him. He stood on shaky legs as he turned to face the grey mare, closing his eyes briefly as pain shot through his leg. He had surely pulled a tendon at the least, hopefully no worse. He took a deep breath, thinking that maybe the ground wasn't too bad of an idea. He wavered, his heat racing in his chest, before stiffening his legs and immediately regretting it as it caused more pain. No, the threat was still here, he couldn't lay down like his body was begging him to.
» He huffed, lowering his head to the ground before carefully righting himself, favoring his leg greatly and trying to compensate. He winced as the rain started to pick up again, no longer just a harmless drizzle as it had been a few moments before. He turned his head, his azure orbs locking with the grey's own brown ones. He snorted again, blinking quickly as the rain drops flowed into his eyes. "What in the world could I possibly have done to deserve that?" he coughed out, his body shaking from the strain that was being put on his legs. The rain pounded into his pelt, washing it once again of the dark mud, black lines streaming down his build. "Unless my memory fails me, I do not believe I have ever met you, which leads me to believe that I have never done such a thing to warrant this; what you just did," he said, his voice climbing as the rain started to fall faster.
» The black thunderclouds moved quickly, building with the liquid that they threatened to pour down on helpless beings such as themselves. Lightning flashed in the distance, thunder following behind after a few counts. Keanu tried to keep his breathing even and his body upright as he stood there in the rain. His head slowly dropped to the ground, hoping to better keep his balance. His body shuddered as the temperature dropped, sure that his skin must feel like ice at this moment. Thunder boomed again, signaling the closeness of the lightning, Keanu's body jumping at the sounds around him, his mind fogging up and loosing all sense of time. His legs shook, threatening to give out on him, the wounded one continuously throbbing in a never ending loop of pain.
» Keanu whined helplessly as thunder crashed again, fire flashing behind his closed eyelids as he fell forward, his legs unable to to hold his weight any longer. He snorted and jerked his legs, his mind playing tricks on him as the rain continued to fall. His breath came rapidly as he twisted on the ground, attempting to get to his feet again. He had to get away. The fire was going to get him. He gathered his limbs and tried, getting about halfway to his feet before collapsing once again, crying out in pain. It was too late, the fire was going to destroy him. He let his head fall to the ground, squishing in the mud. His eyes visibly darted back and forth beneath his lids as he waited for the flames to over take him.
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holy. crap. so many words. *happy* poor Keanu. so lost. /:
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Post by Abba on Jun 27, 2011 20:29:45 GMT -5
So why does your pride make you run and hide are you that afraid of me? Riane's body shifted slightly as she heard the mare speak about how she should get her wound cleaned. Well, yes. She did need to get into a river or something and clean it out before it scabbed over, but she was unsure about how she was going to be able to go about doing so, ecspecially because she was so unsteady on her feet. But, as the stag inched away, and her ears took in the sound of an oncoming equine barreling towards them she snorted, flipping out and rearing up on her haunches before collapsing back down onto all fours. Her whole body trembled as he got shoved to the ground. The rain beginning to fall down harder and harder. Then, she saw him beginning to panic as the thunder rolled. "What was that for?" she questioned the other mare, before sliding down to Keanu's side before nuzzling the countures of his neck muscles. "Keanu. Calm. It's just a storm. It's just some rain. Nothing is going to harm you from this storm." she snorted into his ear trying to calm him down. Then, snorting once, she glanced at the other two mares, very confused with this whole scene.
[/blockquote] ---Behind Post---- .220 words .I have no muse. None. No. Muse. None. -fails- .I have absolutely no muse. EVEN WITH DARN DRAMA. e.e [/size]
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Post by lady shady on Jun 27, 2011 21:48:15 GMT -5
Sheba As the new mare burst into the clearing, white-hot fury radiating off of her body, Sheba sidestepped, taken aback by her sudden appearance. The mare pounded into the stag, knocking him off of his hooves. Interesting. Someone who would fight. Oh, how she did love a conflict.
While Raine asked the mare the reason for her attack, Sheba stood off to the side, sizing the mare up and enjoying the chaos. She liked this one, she decided. This mare was powerful, but she did not exhibit the cool and collected demeanor that Raine had. There must be something vulnerable lying somewhere beneath her skin for her to act in so sudden and so passionate a manner. Sheba guessed this almost instantly; she prided herself on evaluating others. Perhaps the fact that she hid from herself was that she had sized up this new horse so quickly because secretly, deep down, she was the same way. She just had the experience of her age to help her act, to help her pretend that she wasn't angry at the world or anyone in it. Yes, she decided. She liked this one.
Now, she stepped forward to watch how the mare would react to Raine. Would she snap at her? Or befriend her? This was about to get interesting.
--behind the post-- Sheba's definitely curious xD short again, sorry. I think that's just the way I post. [/left]
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Post by Black Thorns on Jun 30, 2011 19:15:27 GMT -5
It's always cloudy Except for when you look into the past Song watched in satisfaction as the stallion fell to the ground below her, snorting angrily in his face. The brute deserved it, yes. He groaned on the ground, Song rearing up in the air and whinnying triumphantly. Had they not been needed for breeding, Song was sure she would try to kill each stallion she found. However, this one seemed to cause the mare around her to react protectively; maybe she would only harm him, yes. Just lash out to hurt, not to kill. God knows that, if she ever bred, if her foal turned out to be a colt, she would never let it live. Even though it was hers, and she had carried it for so long, she wouldn't allow such a monstrous being to live on. The stallion stayed on the ground for longer than she thought he would, which- to her- was not a bad thing. As she smashed into the ground with her hooves, lashing out and trying to bite the stallion, the rain began to pick up around them, hard wet droplets splashing onto her pelt. Hard wet fast pain no no no no I don't like it off now please no stop make it stop no no no NO! her mind screamed at her, flashes of that night burying themselves into her brain. This made Song even angrier than before- anger, she believed, was better than pain, or depression, or whatever else might come of this-, and she aimed a kick at the stallion still on the ground. He deserved to die, yes; but she would not kill him now.
The stallion began to pick himself up off of the ground, favoring his right leg greatly. Song grinned internally at this; had she managed to cause him to favor himself? She pinned her ears back even tighter against her pale head, her dark, soaked locks sticking to her pelt and coming over her ears. The stallion dared to look into her eyes, azure meeting with brown fury. He dared, after what he did (Or what she thought he did; really, being a stallion was enough for her to want to kill him) to look her in the eye? She snapped at his face before he began to speak, hoping that she had managed to catch his pale skin with her teeth. "What in the world could I have possibly done to deserve that?" the stag coughed, his body trembling in the rain. With a swift, well-placed kick, he would certainly be easy to knock over again. She curled her lip in distaste, trying to press her ears back even further. Thick, dark, black lines of mud washed down the stag's pelt. Oh, how she wished it was red; dark, sticky, flowing red; watching him crumple to the ground, his eyes fading... Yes, she could live with that, but she doubted that she would at this current moment. Before he continued speaking, the other mare butted in with the same question. "What was that for?" the mare said, her voice full of scorn for Song. Didn't she understand? Didn't she get that he was a brute, a horrible brute that should never have been born, should never have been conceived? He looked too similar to the one who had hurt her; the closer they were, the more bloodthirsty she became. Before she could reply, the stag continued speaking. "Unless my memory fails me, I do not believe I have ever met you, which leads me to believe that I did not warrant this, what you just did," His voice grew louder as he spoke, almost a yell at the end of his speech. The mare didn't reply immediately, instead throwing her head up in anger and defiance. She reared up high, crashing to the ground mere centimeters in front of the stag. Her mind began to fear him at this proximity, but she pushed it away with fury. She tried to bite his withers, though probably only succeeding in grazing them before the back up a few paces. "I. Hate. You," she hissed at the stag, low and barely coherent in her deranged anger.
The stallion seemed to begin to lose his balance, lowering his head to the ground to steady himself. Wind Song stuck out a hoof, just barely, contemplating on trying to knock the stag over as the thunderclouds rolled overhead. The lightning flashed, the thunder shaking the air with great claps of sound. She watched in pleasure as the stallion began to tremble, unable to determine if he was going to fall or not. Truly, he was going to fall; it was just a matter if Song caused the fall or the stallion did. It was then that she noticed the wound on his leg; the source of his weakness. She kicked at the sandy dirt in front of her, hoping that it would spray up into the wound. Infection... what a great way to make him suffer. She had seen stags die from infection; she had seen those that lived. If the wound did become infected, it would become a simple matter of the stallion's strength.
The stallion collapsed, his knees giving out as he crumpled to the muddied ground below. The stag tried desperately to rise back up, before falling back to the ground. He seemed to become delirious- and delirium was dangerous, something that the stag would regret. Song reared up into the storming sky, aiming for the bones on the neck of the stallion. She began to come down, her hooves striking out and... missing as she realized that the mare was sliding down next to him. She couldn't kill him, no, not when he was cared for this much. Wasn't the one she was hurt by loved as well? Hadn't she spent the last three months seeking him out, wanting to kill him? He had tried to force her to be in his herd before she began to run, running faster than she had before...
Song turned in disgust, adding a tiny kick of sandy mud spraying-hopefully- into the face of the stallion as walked back a ways. It wasn't until now that she noticed the other mare there, the one who seemed calm and collected. She hadn't praised Song (like the one mare she had met a few months ago) but she hadn't scorned her (like the mare next to the foul creature on the muddy ground). She hadn't quite determined how the mare would feel about her, and questioned the mare cautiously. "I'm Wind Song," she hesitantly introduced, "and who are you?"
--behind the post-- 1153 words More muse than I thought o.o DRAMA! Song is certainly pissed for no reason. o.O
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Post by aPPY on Jun 30, 2011 20:51:34 GMT -5
» The flames threatened to burn him slowly, so slow, to let him suffer through it all. He was oblivious to the real world, stuck in his thoughts and memories, unable to separate them from each other. He tried to move his legs, pain shooting through his hind right again. When did he hurt it? When he fell in his attempt to escape these treacherous flames? He snorted, pulling the limb against his stomach in a false hope that it wouldn't be knocked by anything to hurt him further. He snorted as wet sand fell onto his face, pinning his ears. Sand? He didn't remember sand. His muddled mind threatened to shut down completely, working so fast and trying to pull itself out of the darkness. Where was he?
» Keanu heard something come closer, but without the crackling sounds of fire. The creature settled next to him, a soft muzzle caressing his neck. Shouldn't everyone be long gone by now? Evacuating because of the fire? Wait. No. That wasn't right, was it? He breathed deeply, no sharp, smoky smells clogging his nostrils. 'Keanu. Calm. It's just a storm. It's just some rain. Nothing is going to harm you from this storm," someone said into his ear. Just a storm? Yes, he began to remember now. The destruction was long gone, years had passed. He sighed softly, all of the tension flowing from his body. There was no fire in the present time. There was no reason to panic. The sweet smell of rain lingered over everything, no heat beating down on him and no fiery glow behind his lids.
» He slowly opened his eyes, shifting in the mud to a more upright position; wincing as the movement tugged at his leg. What was he going to do about that? The injury throbbed painfully and the wound from the night before and cracked open from its once scabbed state. Now it was covered in sand and mud, promising to be exceedingly difficult to clean. He turned to the mare next to him, "Thanks," he said, unsure of how to continue. She had pulled him out of his memories and had got in the middle of he and this other mare, continuing in her confusing ways and helping him. "How's your side?" he decided to ask, finally, hoping that the pain had at least subsided for her.
» Keanu's attention was returned to the spitfire mare who had decided to attack him. She was introducing herself to Sheba, the other mare that happened to be in the clearing still. She seemed interested in the other, friendlier to her than she was to him, that was for sure. He still didn't understand why she had charged in here like she had, only to knock him over? To do such a thing without any reason behind it was beyond him. And she seemed to enjoy every moment of it, waiting for the chance to strike again. What had he done to deserve such a punishment?
» He wished he could rise to his feet but after trying and failing before, he did not expect to be able. He didn't want to lay like this on the ground, an open target for the mare to turn and lash out to at any moment. Perhaps he should try to stand? He shifted his feet, the mud proving very slick underneath his body and becoming slicker by the minute as the rain continued to fall. He stopped, sure that he would only fall again if he proceeded to try. He sighed quietly, feeling very helpless there in the mud.
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Post by lady shady on Jun 30, 2011 21:53:18 GMT -5
Sheba [/size] Ah, Wind Song. So that was her name. The pale mare stepped forward slightly, waiting to see how the younger mare would react before she came any closer. She did not want to be enemies with this one, not when she would be such a delightful ally. "Sheba," she replied simply, smiling slightly. "So nice to make your acquaintance, even if it is in a rather unusual way." Quickly, she glanced over Song's shoulder at the other two horses stretched on the ground. Weakness. Shuddering internally at the sense of vulnerability that these two displayed as they lay streaming on the muddy ground, Sheba forced herself to ignore her irritation and focus on the new mare. She seemed fine around the two mares, and only seemed to lose her head when around Keanu. Which was perfectly understandable, she mused, thoughts drifting back to the cremello stag. His demeanor could certainly provoke an attack, the air around him practically glittered with confusing coils of emotion, and to creatures like Sheba who appreciated control, this was unnerving. She recalled the pure venom in Song's deliberate beating, and she wondered briefly what it would have been like to join her. To feel flesh give way under her hooves, to feel skin rip under her teeth...but no, she realized, a physical fight did not appeal to her. Sheba enjoyed toying with the emotions much more. Wounds could heal, but scars on the mind were more permanent.
"How did you come to be here?" she questioned casually, in the spirit of making conversation and perhaps being able to learn something more about this mysterious mare. "Before you arrived, I was just remarking how odd it was that I hadn't seen anyone in days, and yet today I've met two--now make that three--horses in the same area. It certainly is rather strange...just like before, during the war. Herds were pretty hard to find..."She shook her dripping forelock out of her eyes and regarded Song with curiosity. [/size]
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Post by Abba on Jul 1, 2011 20:17:13 GMT -5
Never was a girl with a wicked mind But everything looks better when the sun goes down Riane shook out her mane as it clung against her lean charcoal neck. "Thank you," he said to her and she meerly cocked her cranium to the side. What had she done that deserved thanks. She had done just what it was that everyone else should have done to someone who was fearful of everyone and everything around you. "I'm not totally sure about what I have done to recieve this thanks, but you are most definately welcomed." she returned quietly. She gently placed her maw against his jawbone, beginning to feel it move as he spoke again. "How's your side?" were the words that he allowed to slip from his mouth. She snorted, shying a bit and allowing her head to drop right next to his pasturns, breathing into the crevice. "It is still painful... But... at least the scent of blood is being washed away..." she told him, pinning her ears as her tail swished away a few flies, smashing her strands into her wound and causing it to sting. It was strange though, this stag seemed to find it impossible to stand. So, as he struggled to his feet she nudged his side, pulling herself up first. "Would you like some help?" she questioned, eyeing him with a bit of concern. "Ignore the other mare. She should not try and harm you if I am here..." she said, hoping that it was true that this mare would not try and harm him as long as she was there beside him. Gently, she poked at his side with her maw, in an offer to help and push him to his feet so he might stand. One ear cocked towards the other two mares and taking in their conversation. Sheba seemed interested in this new mare, who went by the name of Wind Song. Rolling her eyes she watched them out of the corner before returning most of her attention to Keanu.
[/blockquote] ---Behind Post--- .342 words .I have no muse on this darn post. e.e .I'm sorry. I don't really know what to put anymore. -just rambled on about nothing- [/size]
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Post by aPPY on Jul 1, 2011 22:03:58 GMT -5
» Keanu looked down at the black mare who lay next to him, her head by his ankles. Her presence calmed him, reminded him who he was when he became so lost in his mind. He nodded quietly, looking away as she answered his question. He twisted his neck, looking at the darker mark on her already dark pelt. The guilt surged through him, "I'm terribly sorry," he apologized yet again, sighing lightly, He knew she would probably argue again, claiming that it was her fault like she had before.
» Keanu nodded when she offered to help him, shifting to a sitting position. He took a deep breath as he forced his hind legs to support his weight, leaning against the mare. He let out a shaky breath once he was standing, closing his eyes and carefully moving his leg to a resting position. He looked over at the other two mares, hoping that the one who had knocked him over seemed content to distance herself.
» His anxiety grew the longer he stood there, wondering if the mare was going to came after him now that he was standing, or leave him be. He was still utterly confused at the reasons behind her actions and he figured he would most likely remain that way. He must deal with the damage that had been done rather than dwell on the why right now, the lingering pain in his leg like a shadow to everything.
» He looked back at Raine, deciding it was best for them to leave. He needed to at least try and clean out his leg and the longer he stayed here, the more difficult doing do would be. The thought of leaving 'Wind Song' behind settled well with him too. "Perhaps we should leave?" he asked, nodding in the opposite direction that the other mares were standing.
» Cleaning his wound was in the forefront of him mind but rinsing hers was probably a good idea as well. He didn't want her to faint again and diluting the smell with water seemed like the best bet until it formed at least a thin scab within the next day or so. "Come on," he said, carefully turning. The more distance between them and other other, the better. He certainly didn't want to be hurt again, but he couldn't guarantee that she wouldn't hurt Raine either, and that thought bothered him more than the first.
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Post by Black Thorns on Jul 4, 2011 23:46:23 GMT -5
Sheba. Sheba, that was the name of this mare. The mare who didn't care about her random attack on the stag which Raine had referred to as Keanu. Keanu. Even the name itself sounded bad, stabby, evil. Painful. Painful... too many things were painful. He was painful, yes, and the things he said were painful, and the things he did were even more so, she didn't want the pain, she didn't like it, no, make it stop please I don't understand its not fair stop please. Yes, that was the name of this peculiar mare, this strange, calm mare. "So nice to make your acquaintance, even if it is in a rather unusual way." Nice...? Song hadn't heard that in a while. Usually it was unfortunate, shitty, horrible, but Song wouldn't reject a compliment every once in a while. A compliment was good, yes, she would most definitely appreciate a compliment every once in a while. Even if she didn't deserve it, she certainly appreciated it. Yes, a compliment was good; Song could use one, she could use a compliment and an acquaintance every once in a while. Maybe, if she was lucky, she could find a friend as well- no, no, no, no friends were bad, friends meant bad things and they didn't help anyone and they would try to stop her and that was bad very bad. No, no friends. "You, too," Song replied awkwardly before tacking on a name at the end, sounding more of a question than an answer, "Sheba?" The mare shuddered, looking at something. Had Song done something wrong? She did not know, and decidedly twisted her neck around to look over in the direction that the mare was glancing at. The mare- Sheba- was staring at the two horses lying on the ground, the filthy beast and the one who supported the filthy beast. She flicked her ears back, curling her upper lip in disgust. Filthy beasts. She really didn't understand; how could that mare- any mare, really, for that matter- feel any sympathy or care for such a disgustingly foul creature? The horses lay on the ground in a very intimate way, the mare practically throwing herself at the stallion; nuzzling him, rubbing him, lying up against him. What, did she want to be bred? Song snorted distastefully, clenching her teeth at the atrocious stag upon the ground before her. The other mare, not Sheba, but Raine, spoke to the scumbag comfortingly, lovingly. "She should not try and harm you if I am here..." murmured the mare, just loud enough for Song to hear through the rain. Oh, really now? She wouldn't, hmm? Song began to turn, ready to lash out, before remembering that she didn't harm mares. No, she didn't; only stallions, though she guessed that in the way the two were intertwined it would be impossible to harm one without causing pain to the other. Oh, but how she wanted to feel the scarred and pale flesh break beneath her hooves, feel the blood of another horse spill on her coat, to let the dark crimson gush over her face as she cut into the pelt of the stag with her teeth... She wanted to hurt him, to hurt him and hurt him and hurt him and then step back and he would be dead. No, Song would not do that now, though; perhaps she could stay here for a bit, then let herself hurt him... and really let him know that she did not appreciate him, not one bit. Perhaps she could even geld him, if he was on his side with his legs stretched out the right way. She pondered these for a minute before being brought back to Sheba by the sound of the mare speaking once again. "How did you come to be here? Before you arrived, I was just remarking how odd it was that I hadn't seen anyone in days, and yet today I've met two--now make that three--horses in the same area. It certainly is rather strange...just like before, during the war. Herds were pretty hard to find..." The mare was beginning to start reminiscing about things that Song had no idea of; she had no idea of what war this mare was speaking about, really; she only know of that war someone had told her about where the lands were separated, but Song wasn't sure if she should believe it. For her entire life- which, admittedly, was not very long yet- the lands had always been separated. Terras Septentrionales. Terras Orientalis. Hespierae. Infra Terris. These were the places she knew; had there ever been just ONE land, just ONE place, not separated, just "Forma Silvestris"? Song didn't believe it. "I was running, just for the feel of running... the ground below me, the wind, the pure joy of it, and I smelt blood, an' I smelt a stallion, and... And oh, oh I hate stallions... He had to have done it, right?" Song asked desperately, her murderous craze beginning to tickle at the back of her mind. "He HAD to! How could anyone, anything, expect anything less of a filthy beast such as that piece of shit!" she exclaimed, slamming her hooves into the ground in the beginning of a fury. She began to spin around once more, only to see the stag leaving with his precious mare. If it was any bit possible Song pinned her ears back even further, screaming out at the two, an angry cry to the heavens. That beast would NOT escape!
--behind the post-- 954 No muse Done right after fireworks.
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