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Post by donki on Aug 1, 2011 18:50:11 GMT -5
Y'Mora's broken-down body trudged through the misty field. Her body was still well-endowed with muscled, but the way she carried it looked as though she'd had a great weight on her back for ages. She looked far older than the five year-old she really was. Her white coat was stretched over pink skin, icy blue eyes peering out from beneath her pale forelock, staring off into the mist. She could see the black blurs of trees in the far distance, but her mind forced her to believe they were demons, rising from the earth and awaiting her presence.
But she would not do their bidding. Every time one of the shadow trees rose into view, she would turn her body and walk in another direction, her head held low under the weight of her worries.
Her tail hung limply against her hind quarters, not bothering to flick at the tickles the tall grass gave her. Her flanks had a few old scars from her time as warrior's toy, then her coat proceeded up over the rest of her body without flaw. She was tired, and old beyond her years.
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Post by aPPY on Aug 1, 2011 19:50:18 GMT -5
ramaskith
Ramaskith quietly walked through the trees that surrounded the meadow, staying on one side of the invisible border he just knew was there. There was always the compulsion to cross over, paired with the strong thought that it wasn't allowed. He sighed quietly, picking up his pace to a flowing trot and skimming across the ground. He moved regularly, not with the strange high steps and slow grace he usually did. There was no one to impress right now, his lands empty in the area. He stepped out into the middle of the field, the grass covered in dew that stuck to his legs when he moved. He stopped, his mane flopping against his neck and his tail between his legs. He sighed, lowering his head to the grass and lipping at the blades, pulling a few from the dirt and chewing them lazily.
His ears perked as the sounds of someone walking reached him, quickly lifting his head and turning in the direction of the creature. It was a mare, light in color just as he was, but unmarked. Much smaller than he, just like that other mare had been; the one he never learned the name of. The one that got away. The spirit sat forward, the unhappiness at that other mare settling in his mind. He could see that this new mare had some muscle, but it was if the life had been sucked from her. She looked haggard and weak, her head low to the ground as if she didn't care about anything anymore. The spirit fell back, uninterested in the mare; she wouldn't but up much of a fight it seemed. Rama carefully moved forward though, tired of just standing around. "Bonjour, little stranger," he said, his voice purred with that ancient accent. "May I assist you in some way, mademoiselle?"
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Post by donki on Aug 1, 2011 20:06:20 GMT -5
Her head pulled up a bit to view the stag who was speaking to her. Her dulled eyes took him in, her ears making a half-hearted effort to move forward and show she was listening. But she heard him just fine all the same. She took in his painted coat and his deep lyrics. She couldn't understand the strange, foreign words he used, though she could guess well enough what they meant.
Her eyes cleared just slightly, searching him. She could find nothing that seemed like a threat, she couldn't pick up on his spirit. He was company, and he was asking if he could...help her? She'd never been offered help before. It had always been her being asked to do something, being asked to perform services for those higher-up in the herd ranking than she was. Of course, back when she'd been in a herd, even the new born foals had higher ranking than she did. She was the dirt that everyone else walked on.
Before her mind set inside of itself due to fear caused by her hallucinations, she'd had a strong personality. She wouldn't have minded being walked all over. She'd have still held her head up high and done everything with a sparkle in her eye and a spring in her step. Of course, if it weren't for her mental misgivings, she wouldn't have been thrown into the dirt pile, she'd have been a fairly respected member of the herd.
But for now she pushed those thoughts back and pulled one of her legs back, lowering herself into a bow. "It is a pleasure to meet you, sir." She said before rising again. Her voice sounded as if it were trapped somewhere behind the walls of fog that surrounded them. As if she'd left it far behind her. "I am in no need of assistance, thank you. Is there any way in which I can assist you, sir?" She asked.
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Post by aPPY on Aug 1, 2011 20:45:11 GMT -5
ramaskith
The mare noticed him, coming to life a little with the presence of another. She just seemed to detached from everything, as if she was just waiting to die. The spirit was barely there, the creature not of any interest to him at all. She wouldn't be worth it to kill off, it would be like granting a wish she had inside. She seemed to wander off in her mind for just a moment before lowering herself to the ground in a bow. The spirit smiled at this; yes the mare should notice royalty when she saw it. The action pleased Rama as well, of course. He seemed to stand a bit taller at the acknowledgement, the other equines he had come across not paying near enough the amount of attention she had already. "It is my pleasure to meet you, sir." she replied in the same formal way he had addressed her. Her vocals were distant, as if spoken from far away even though she was standing right in front of him. Still easy enough for his sensitive and attentive ears to hear though. She rose to her feet again, a small amount of dirt coating her knee from the damp ground. "I am in no need of assistance, thank you. Is there any way in which I can assist you, sir?" she asked him. Ramaskith slightly shook his head, a charming smile on his face once the motion stopped. "Neither do I," he answered, "Need assistance, that is. Just company," he suggested, "The life of a lone alpha can become rather tiresome and boring." He gave a short laugh, wondering where this poor creature had come from and what had happened to make her like this. So hopeless.
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sorry its so short. :/
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Post by donki on Aug 2, 2011 13:12:10 GMT -5
She watched his movements, watched his head shake and the smile crawl across his face. Her ears made their half-hearted motion to listen to his words, soaking them up and making sure they stayed in her mind, trying her best to stay focused on him.
She gave a bow of her head, not a full bow, but one to show she acknowledged what he'd said. "You'll have to forgive me, I'm not the best of company." She said, a sad tone to her voice. It was true. About all she could do was mechanically listen and answer. Her mind and body refusing to think for themselves, wandering aimlessly when they had no one to tell her where to go. A sad fate indeed. Her ears pricked forward with a little more attention than before. "Oh, so you're an alpha." She observed. She'd had no idea. As far as she can been concerned the large, handsome stallion had been just that - a large handsome stallion. But the fact that he was an alpha made her both nervous and dutiful to do whatever her feeble body could to keep him happy. That's how she'd been drilled anyway. Keep your higher-ups happy.
Her ears swiveled slowly backward as a large fly landed on her flank. She felt too tired to swat at it. She rarely did anything about flies on her, only making an effort to get them off if they actually started biting. But her flank twitched as the fly bit down into her fragile skin and her tail instinctively shooed it away. If she'd have known what he'd been thinking of her, she'd probably have agreed. She was simply detached, waiting to die, doubting she could ever return to a healthy state.
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Post by aPPY on Aug 2, 2011 13:28:08 GMT -5
ramaskith
"You'll have to forgive me, I'm not the best of company." the mare said sadly. He smiled softly, "Oh, I doubt that," he replied, sure that she would be okay company for now. At least for the next few minutes that he allowed her to live. Maybe it would be longer than that. He could see that she wouldn't run. Perhaps he should let her live and recruit her for his army? He need to build one up again, because he was alone, as he had said before. She might not be a useful fighter though, an easy target to quickly kill off. "Oh, so you're an alpha." she said and he nodded. "Yes ma'am," he assured her, speaking formally and kindly. Best to make her believe he wasn't the mindless killing machine he really was. He didn't want to scare of potential. He could train her, he supposed. Her indifference to whether or not she lived was appealing; she wouldn't be afraid to charge forward. Or perhaps she could be a spy? Travel to the other land of this stag he didn't know but felt so much hatred for. Figure out his plans. Her broken down figure would be good for sympathy. Get her on the inside faster. As long as she didn't spill the beans. "What is your name, quiet one?" he asked, the wheels turning in his head.
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