the waiting game //repost

[aria]

Luna it was such a sight to behold, the bright light that sat in the middle of the sky until it drifted off to the left or the right. Surrounded by millions of twinkling lights that provide comfort to Luna, her children and the children of the great fire ball, her love was the all mighty powerful ball of fire but the two could never be together for the ball of fire was up during the day and Luna was up at night, the two however would pass each other in the switching between night and day and every so often during a special time when you can only see the ring of the great fire ball. That was the only times the two were together but despite the pain Luna felt she was helping others, controlling the tides and waters of these very lands, helping to guide the baby turtles back to the water and though she was sad she was happy to be able to do something and so my dear little flicka she guides you in your journeys and travels, she will help you to see the right from wrong and the good from the evil but for now it is time for bed as this is when little flickas and little colts are supposed to sleep…
The mare shook her elegant slightly dished crown, her mane cascading down her neck and beyond as she walked through the lands. Light drizzle hitting her pale metallic frame. Wind just slightly catching her tresses, she carried her banner though when it was at rest it rested on the ground just a little beyond her. Now the wind tugged at her banner as she picked up a trot as the smell of blood hit her nares hard, she was concerned, stopping to look across she saw not one nor two but four horses. As the wind blew again the smell hit her again. She stared wide eyed for a moment, looking up to the sky for guidance from her father or anything. She finally picked up a hasty canter and headed over to see if she could help. Her muscles bunched as she moved, nape tucked and crown resting against that.
Baby blue seeking the easiest way to get there, her pillars carried her easily and soon she was slowing to a bumpy trot and then brushing through the trees. The scene that greeted her was horror, pure and utter horror. Blood, everywhere. A mare was laying on the ground a stud looking just as bad as she but not nearly as close as the mares, his wounds were not a deep but she couldn’t shake the image from her mind. Nares widened and she approached, I am here to help. She walked over to the mare on the ground, after hearing her outburst toward the stud, in an instant Aria knew it was studs that trigged the mares anger, it was something of the musty small they gave off. While a comfort to some mares other mares feared it. She lowered her crown, being careful not to hurt her and to stay out of the way of teeth and hooves, she looked so small, so young and much like that of a fallen baby animal. She nudged her, "im Aria you need to calm down or you are going to make it worse, you need to rise and head to the river, would it be alright if I help you and accompany you to the river, oh and whats your name hun? I promise im not here to hurt you." She spoke softly waiting to see what she said, looking to the others, she gave a bow, "in case you guys didn’t hear I am Aria and I hope you don’t mind that I came to help." She smiled and waited.

[Abba]

In the arms of the angels
fly away from here, from this dark cold hotel room
may you find some comfort here

Raine gently pushed herself forwards, towards the non-bloodied stag. She took a good look at him for the first time that moment. He was very well muscled, and his grey coat stretched out well and taut against his muscled frame and the perfectly proportioned bones which held his frame in such a good manner. His forelock had fallen over his chocolate brown eyes that seemed to speak volumes. And though she had yet to catch his name in a conversation he seemed to be a steady type to be around. Someone that might not like changes in atmosphere. She needed a toy. Somoene or something to mess with, and Song was useless. Song meerly lashed out at everyone around her. It was useless, utterly useless for her to even try and mess with her for fear that blood might somehow come back to her. "”Will you help support her once she’s on her feet?” the stag said in his low, rumbling voice that sent a shiver down her spine. Such a nice voice, something that she could definately relax towards. Something she could definately start to mess with, play sweet an innocent and then twist him until he did whatever she wanted, and leave at the last minute. Yes, she quite enjoyed that. That was something she couldn't do to Keanu. He was too fragile, too scared of the world for him to be of any use for her games. But, yes, this stag could most definately become her play toy. And for that she was quite grateful. "Yes, if I very much have to, I can help this disgusting mare that does nothing more but strike out at every living being. After all, it will only prolong her suffering for her to be killed at the hands of another horse which she enrages." she returned with a gentle flick of her forelock, sending the matted subject into a scratching motion along her face and moving away some of the caked blood. "But, yes, prince, I can very much so help her. That is, unless she injures me again. Then, I am not helping her go anywhere." she said with a defiant snort, and then stepping to his side, allowing her tail to trail around his fetlocks in a playful way as she moved off, watching him as he prodded at the mare asking her to stand. But that mare immediately yanked up, screaching at the top of her lungs for him to not touch her. Then, right as this mare finished, another mare came in, one that went by the name of Aria. Gently, the raven-clad mare bobbed her head lightly in greeting but did not say anything. This mare could most definately helped if she wished. Oh, it would be wiser for this mare to help. "Actually, prince - since I have yet to gather your name - Aria may help you get this mare to the river, I will simply follow to get this disgusting, reaking scent off of me so that I do not have to go around with blood caked upon my face" she said, cocking her leg and resting her weight onto her right side, watching the three equines around her.

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.I think I found some muse in messing with Oser.
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[lady shady]

Oser
lying on the floor
surrounded, surrounded

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The gray mare screamed again in agony, but this time her fury was directed at him. Not expecting such rage from a creature in such a weak and injured state, he lifted his muzzle, just in time to hear the dark mare warning him that the mare before him was vicious. Eyes widening, he watched as she jerked her neck away from him despite the considerable pain it must have cost her to do it. She could do this herself, she informed him hotly. Before he could respond, another mare arrived in the clearing. With all of his attention focused on the wounded one, he hadn’t heard this new one coming. So many mares…he eyed this one now, ears pricked. Her coloring was unique, and her hair hung long and fine. She was larger than him, though not built like a giant, but she certainly would be enough to help support this mare who didn’t seem to want him near her. She flew towards the mare on the ground—he realized that knowing her name would be helpful, he had simply been thinking of her as the mare on the ground—murmuring comforting words and offering assistance. Aria, she called herself. Meanwhile, the raven-colored mare was prancing away, letting her tail wrap enticingly around his fetlocks. It seemed that she was rather opposed to helping this mare, for whatever reason. He held back a stamp of irritation, he must remember that this mare may not be used to combat, she may not be used to the camaraderie that soldiers must share on the battlefield. True warriors would help one another. Now that he looked at her again, she seemed too dainty to help support the injured mare. There was something about her that tugged at his mind, warning him to be cautious…however, he shrugged these thoughts off and just allowed himself to appreciate the way she moved past him, talking softly, sweetly, calling him prince…”Oser” he answered in response to her unspoken question.

Looking after her for a moment, he now turned to Aria. Doubting that the wounded mare was strong enough to help herself as she claimed she was, he asked, ”Do you think you can help her? She needs to get to the river—soon.” Now that the mare had partially raised her body, he could see the flesh creeping from a nasty gash on her shoulder, quite a serious injury. He worried that if she didn’t get to the icy water within an hour, she could die from loss of blood or infection. Even though she looked like she wanted to attack him, he couldn’t help but feel protective of her. He could help her. He hadn’t been able to help his poor lost warriors, but he could save her if only she would cooperate.

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468 words
typed in fear that abba is going to kill poor Bon Bon!
Please don’t hurt him!

[Black Thorns]

Song's attention was immediately captured by the mare bounding into the clearing, her attention on Song, her expression of pure horror upon meeting the site. Song would have nearly laughed at the expression on this mare's face- it was quite comical, really- if breathing didn't hurt so damned bad. However, she didn't particularly like this mare, the way she strutted into the clearing, flashing her metallic pelt, showy, flashy, beautiful- envy, was it, now? Had she not really been angry, in particular, at Raine, but jealous? Jealous of their beauty, the grace, the way they carried themselves. In too many ways Song was still very much an airheaded, clumsy filly who cared for nothing but herself and her running and knew only that she hated stags... They all were so very enticing, luxurious... Sheba was the same way, yes, but Song felt a comradeship that cancelled out that jealousy for the most part. Oh yes, she was jealous; she was jealous of their glossy shine, even hen it was dirty or bloody- her coat always seemed dull, unappealing. She wasn't dainty, not at all- her steps were heavy, and she carried herself much more as a warrior than a lady. And, though she hated, hated stags, she couldn't help but be jealous of the attention the other mares seemed to get. The only attention she had ever gotten in a positive way from stags after she was of breeding age was when that... thing... was caressing her before he- Song cut off that thought- and now, when she was so injured she could hardly stand to move. Song hated being like this, being so weak and unable to help herself. She wanted to do nothing but get up, get up and get away from here. Song hated to back down, but she had to, now, she was three- if not four- against one, all of which were in a much better condition than she was. Each breath she took pained her as she lay there, unmoving. Her sides heaved in agony as the other mare moved closer, nudging her gently before beginning to speak. ""I'm Aria. You need to calm down, or you are going to make it worse. You need to rise and head to the river, would it be alright if I help you and accompany you to the river? Oh, and whats your name hun? I promise I'm not here to hurt you," murmured the mare, as if trying to comfort song before introducing herself to the others. Through her pain, Song managed to squeeze out a few venom filled words at the newcomer... The beautiful, dainty, attractive, wonderful newcomer... "Get away from me, you stupid bitch," she spat, pulling back her lips as a threat to bite the mare if she came any closer to the mare. "I can do this by my damned own." Song tensed her neck, the muscled straining in an attempt to block out the pain. She managed to lean her weight back onto her hind legs, pushing them up awkwardly to bring her back half up. Her shoulder screamed from the sudden weight placed upon it as she did so, Song letting her breath shudder as she did so- though it only intensified the pain in her chest as she did. She leaned her weight over to her uninjured side, shoving the rest of her body up on her other leg, hearing her joints pop bubbles of air as she did. "I... Can... Do this," Song muttered through clenched teeth, her head still on the ground to balance herself. Her shoulder cried out as she lifted her leg, hoping to avoid placing pressure on the leg. She snorted out in pain, her rib protesting as she did so. All she could hope was that it healed right, without any pieces sticking out for the rest of her miserable life. It would be her luck, though, that she would do so. The mare, Raine, replied to the stag's question- Song guessed it was something about helping her- before replying in a different way. ""Actually, prince - since I have yet to gather your name - Aria may help you get this mare to the river, I will simply follow to get this disgusting, reaking scent off of me so that I do not have to go around with blood caked upon my face."
"Oser." So that was the stag's name, hmm? He, too, agreed that Aria should bring her to the river. "I'm... Perfectly capable... of doing it... Myself," gasped Song, fighting the pain throbbing through her body before starting a rather awkward hobble towards the river. Her hind legs bunched up close to her front leg, before it came off the ground and landed underneath her in a three-legged standing position. It was, in this way, that Song began her way towards the river- until her body collapsed in pain and inability about 30 feet along.
Shit.
Song hated this, hated this weakness, and she knew she would never make it to the river without help before dying of blood loss or infection. She was already dizzy... Who should care, though? Who should care if Song died here- she was, after all, no longer a threat to the male population if she did. Song closed her eyes, forcing back tears from both pain and ultimate misery.

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914 words.
Song est piiiissed. o.O

[aPPY]

» Keanu's attention turned to Raine as she rose to her feet, offering to help. He didn't know how well she would be able to cope with the smell of blood for very much longer though. The sharp, metallic scent masked everything. He nodded carefully as the stag answered his question and told him to leave. The stag spoke with such surety, as if he expected to be obeyed. Was he the alpha of these lands then? The stallion then started to take matters into his own hands as he began to help Song. Keanu shook his head slowly, starting to walk in the direction of the river. They were going to have a hell of a time getting her to her feet and helping her to the river.

» He exited the clearing, Songs screams following him. He sighed focusing on his foot steps as he continued to walk. His teeth were gritted against the pain that came with each small step. He stopped for a moment, taking a few deep breaths and leaning lightly against a tree. He could do this. He could hear the others talking in the distance, an unknown voice in the mix. Another stranger? He huffed, pushing himself off the tree and walking forward again. Perhaps if he got to the river fast enough, he could be cleaned up before they got there, disappearing into the trees.

» He tried to walk faster, liking the idea that he could get away and be on his own again. He wouldn't be able to get very far without having to stop and rest, but hopefully far enough that the others wouldn't come after him. His injuries weren't too bad, a few various slices in his pelt. His leg would be the only problem, unable to heal with the constant walking. He would push it for a few days, perhaps enter a different territory before slowing and resting. He snorted as he kept walking, his ears perked forward and listening for the sounds of running water.

» Keanu glanced behind him at the thump that sounded. Song lay on the ground in the distance, apparently having gotten to her feet on her own and tried to walk away without help. He shook his head again, facing forward and continuing on. There was nothing he could do, even if he really wanted to, which he didn't. After walking for a few more minutes, the other disappearing from his sight, his auds were greeted by the quiet rumbling of a stream. He nickered softly to himself, moving forward with renewed strength as the water came into view.

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ho hum. keanu is closing in on himself.
too many people.
his nerves are getting to him. :/

[Abba]

So why does your pride
make you run and hide, are you that afraid of me?
But I know it's a lie what you keep inside

Sliding off to the side the mare swished her raven clad, ribbon like tail around once, allowing it to once again wrap around the stag's fetlocks. "Nice to have obtained your presence, Oser." she said before ducking her head in a formal greeting, and then slowly prancing off after the injured mare, watching her strides ever so carefully. But, it was when she collapsed that she kept moving ever so slightly past her. She allowed her feet to pound close to the mare's head in a warning before her tail draped over this mare's blood covered body. "Allow yourself to take the help that this stag has offered. Then, you can kill him or attack him to your heart's content for be so utterly rude to you. After all, stag's have done nothing but hurt you. Why should you treat them any different than they treat such a mare like yourself, a mare that deserves respect. A mare that commands to be listened to. Take the help, then show him who is boss, my dear." Raine said with a snort, slipping off farther into the shadows, the sound of a river rushing into her ears. Water. Finally, she could get this disgusting, caking substance off of her face. And she could rid her nostrils of this scent. She picked up her pace, her hips swaying lightly with each stride that she took, causing her tail to swish side to side in a mesmorizing motion. Being completly dipped in charcoal she was a sight to behold in the shadows. Well, if you could even make her out. As few managed to do something such as that, ecspecially in the dead of night. Her flints placed themselves carefully between areas that might make too much noise if she placed her weight upon them.

She sped up her footfall and soon was next to the river. One hoof in, and then another hoof in. Taking it one step at a time until she was chest deep into the soft flowing water. Was it really safe to be in here? Oh well. She needed it to be deep enough for her to dip her face in. Stretching one leg out infront of her she dropped her face down into the water and held her breath, scratching her face against her leg and beginning to take all of the blood off of her face. A disgusting crimson colour began to fill the water and then trail off the more less she scrubbed until it had disappeared from around her and was halfway down the stream. It was a good thing. After all, she did not need this bloody substance around her. What are you doing my sweetie! Why are you coming after me? screached a voice in her head and she doubled over, quickly shuffling back to her feet before the water could take her over. "Leave me alone, Mika. ALONE. Your ghost has haunted me enough." she snorted into the stream, pinning her ears in distaste. Raine, princess, you leave me no reason to do anything except haunt you after how you ended my life so suddenly. She shook her head, attempting to knock this voice out of her skull. The smooth, velveteen voice seemed to do nothing except haunt her. Follow her around. And he always did it when she started to mess with the stags, or show her true colours. But. After all, it was who she was. Had he not came after her she would never have had to lash out at him. She wouldn't have had to snap out, rear up and smash him in the skull. The skull. The blood. She needed to get this blood off of her face. OFF. She would not allow herself to be killed the same way she had killed him. She had been so young. She hadn't know any difference. "You know I'm sorry Mika. I didn't mean to kill you. Can you please leave me alone!?" she said under her breath in a whimper, taking in a breath and holding it before dunking her head back under and scratching off more of the blood from her face. At least it was now soaking and dripping off on it's own also when she threw her head back up, flinging her forelock and wet mane backwards, sending little streams of the droplets of water backwards into the stream behind her before she shook her hair out and laughed. It felt good to be free. And it felt good to be able to mess around with someone again. Keanu had been too fragile of a soul to mess with. Ha. Like you didn't know that a blow to the head wouldn't kill someone, princess. I expected you to be smarter than that, darling. Now, clear your little head, attempt to rid me from your mind and sleep tight. I will return, and you know that... his voice slowly fading but twirling around in her mind. "I didn't. I didn't realize that a tiny blow, a weak blow such as mine, would kill someone of your size. Of your stature, of your strength. I thought it would warn you. I thought it would push you away!" she fought back before she dipped her head into the water one last time and got rid of the last reminants of the blood before slipping out of the water and laying down. She dropped her cranium onto her legs and waited for the stag and the two mares to appear at the stream. This, yes this, would definately be a good form of entertainment. Her auds flicked back as she remembered have passed Keanu who was weakly heading into the clearing towards the stream. "Keanu. Clean the wounds then come back here and rest." she offered her auds pricked forwards again in a joyful greeting as she watched the opening where the horses would appear from.

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.OMG Mental turmoil FTW
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[lady shady]

Oser
Like sunlight burning at midnight

Making my life something so

Beautiful, beautiful

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Oser stared after the defiant mare, watching her go, struggling all the way, and wincing when he heard the crash as soon as she was out of his sight. Attention diverted from the flirtatious mare who was leaving the grove, swishing her coal black tail enticingly, he had to repress the urge to run to the fallen gray mare. Inhaling deeply, he forced himself to follow at a distance, walking slowly until he was sure that the darker mare had reached the river. Approaching the collapsed animal, he spoke softly, so as not to alarm her. He must be patient with this one, he knew that pain made all creatures irrational and unpredictable. ”Really now,” he told her. ”Are you certain that you wouldn’t benefit from the help?” Eyeing her fit, muscular frame, he continued, ”I’m sure you’d easily be able to flee if you were in your normal state, but let’s face it. Now you’re injured, and though I know you’re strong, you seem intelligent enough to know you’ll only do yourself harm if you try to support you own weight. Come on now, I won’t bite…” He waited for her to reply before moving any closer, wanting to keep her at ease as she seemed to feel threatened when any equine got too close to her.

Shifting his weight, he looked ahead through the trees towards the river. He could see the black mare wading into the water, daintily washing the blood from her face and body. Oser saw her lips moving and he pricked his ears, but he could only catch snatches of her quiet conversation with herself. Finally, he heard her laugh and then call to the cremello stag who was out of his sight at the moment. She called him by name, Keanu, if he had heard correctly. Oser realized that he truly needed to learn the names of those around him, so far he had only discovered those of Aria and the other stag, Keanu. He was curious as to the name of the mare on the ground before him, but he knew an additional question had the potential to send her over the edge. He’d wait on that one. And the charcoal-colored mare. It would be really lovely to know her name. Something to murmur as he tossed his mane and arched his neck, that combination rarely failed with mares. It was wonderful to have female company again. He’d come across a few mares since Zoet, but not usually this many at once. Mostly, they’d been scared, timid little creatures, either broken by the war or just barely out of fillyhood. He hadn’t had the heart to pursue them and do his duty as a stud, they wouldn’t have been strong enough emotionally or physically for that. But now…two healthy mares before him, both apparently lacking mates…the opportunity was too good to pass up. He’d definitely stick around for a while, biding his time, seeing if they were ready. They weren’t so young, like he and Zoet had been when they had been together. No, he and his old mate had never had any foals together, but he had appreciated her in a different way than he had most females. She was a leader in her own right, a noble partner, brave, strong, not purely flirtatious or empty-headed. She knew what he was, and she knew how that felt. Admittedly, she could have been more affectionate towards him, but again, they’d been so young…it was strange, he noted, how the fallen mare before him reminded him of her. Strong, independent, beautiful in her own way, smooth muscles weaving subtly over her lanky frame—and yet at the moment, so helpless. And though she seemed younger than the others, she had spirit.

Oser looked down at her again, still waiting for her reply. He only hoped that this time she would accept his assistance.

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Oser’s liking ze ladies ^^

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[aria]

She backed quickly as the mare barred her teeth and preceded to stand, she shook her head and flattened her harks. A quiet growl leaving her, fine mare have it your way. She spoke even softer, watching her walk off and the crash following shortly after she winced and watched the seductive coal mare walk off and she followed even farther behind the stud known as Oser. She was hit point blank by a memory, Daddy! She squealed, running to him, he was laying on the ground his breathing rough and short, his frame covered in sweat and his leg swollen. She reached him and nuzzled his cheek, he smiled, Darling im all right not going to let a little snake bit slow me down. Her eyes widened more when she saw her mother, mommy your hurt too. She spoke softly and looked up oh honey its all going to be alright, her father stood almost falling in an instant, the walk back to the cave was long. The young flicka rushed to get water, washing the wounds and applying something she had seen before done, her father only got worse and worse until that dreadful night she walked in, honey his in a better place we need to move on he wouldn’t want us to be sad. But mom he was a great leader, she bowed her head and touched his cheek the tears falling softly on his cold cheek… She shook her head noticing she had stopped and picked up a trot, arriving soon enough to the fallen mare, she sighed wincing at the mares condition. Death was near and it was in the air but she was determined not to see this beautiful mare die. She sighed and approached but not nearly as close, please can we help you, you are way too beautiful to die hun and I cant imagine you want to die like this besides how would I get to know you better if you weren’t around, I use to be just like you more of a fighter and independent but I change just slightly. She smiled and backed more out of nervous habit of being bite or kicked. Her harks were pricked forward, she knew that her words very well might just make her angry again which is what she wanted to avoid but the mare couldn’t help but want to reach out to this mare, maybe it was her motherly side that was coming out the side she never got to experience because her own tiny son was born still but she would never know. Aria shook her crown and backed a little more and waited.

[Black Thorns]

Song was brought to the mare, Raine, as hooves smacked the ground beside her head, missing it by only a few inches. Her air seemed constricted, as if she was breathing through a straw, unable to let out the air to voice a protest. Black spots dances before her eyes as the equally dark mare began to speak to her. Allow yourself to take the help that this stag has offered. Then, you can kill him or attack him to your heart's content for be so utterly rude to you. After all, stag's have done nothing but hurt you. Why should you treat them any different than they treat such a mare like yourself, a mare that deserves respect. A mare that commands to be listened to. Take the help, then show him who is boss, my dear," suggested the mare, her voice smooth and sleek as a well-fed cat before letting out a small snort and slipping off into the shadows. Her voice was so convincing, and in Song's pain-filled state she found it nearly impossible to refuse. Mustering up enough air, though her chest cried out, she gave a gasping reply to the mare. "Y-yes," she gasped, hardly audible save for if the recipient was very close to her. Her heart beat in fear as her vision danced, threatening a blackout if she didn't accept help soon. Though she so desperately needed it, her fool stubbornness and independence caused her to try so very stupidly to refuse it. She struggled to move her head, attempting to get a glimpse of the stag approaching her. He was certainly handsome, if she was like other mares and really did try to attract them and make them do what he had done, what the beast had done... The stag was muscular, his sleek grey coat shining in the light peeking through the trees. His body was muscled, but not overly muscled; his tresses were silken, seeming never to tangle. His eyes... His eyes seemed to speak legends, so captivating that Song found it difficult to tear herself away despite her hatred toward him. Yes, she hated stags, she was never attracted to them, ever. No matter what. All that could happen is that she would be hurt. They would hurt her, they could only hurt her. No matter what she thought, she knew all stags were the same; all colts were the same. They all would grow to be monsters, terrible beings that only wanted to hurt hose around them. They would fake it, at first, seem kind and loving and trustworthy, them attack at just the right time... Yes, stags were not to be considered as a mate. Song knew she should never mate, for mates were so very horrible for her. Mates were bad, very bad... Song mentally shook herself out of that train of thought as the stag began to speak, his tone mocking at first. "Really now?" he said, Song managing to pin her ears back at the sound of his luxurious, deep, masculine, beautiful voice... "Are you certain you wouldn't benefit from the help?" continued the stag, Song closing her eyes in an attempt to block the sight of him and her pain from her mind. She didn't need that now, she didn't need to question herself. No. Stags brought pain. Pain was bad. STags were bad. She did not want stags. She wanted to kill this stag. Yes, that was what she anted to do, after he helped her. He wasn't going to be allowed to touch her save fore what was necessary... And when she grew strong enough, when she was healed... When she was healed, she'd let that Oser know exactly what she thought of him. (Though, a tiny voice in the smallest part of her mind, reminded her that she wasn't quite sure of what she thought of him yet. Song, of course, pushed this away quickly.) Her eyes fluttered open when the stag began to speak to her once again, trying to keep her vision focused as she threatened to pass out from blood loss and pain. "I’m sure you’d easily be able to flee if you were in your normal state, but let’s face it. Now you’re injured, and though I know you’re strong, you seem intelligent enough to know you’ll only do yourself harm if you try to support you own weight. Come on now, I won’t bite…” Oser spoke, his tone no longer mocking, rather factual but still... alluring. No. Not alluring. Attempting to be comforting, yes. Oser was not alluring... No, no, Oser couldn't be alluring- though he said he wouldn't bite, she knew he would... He would hurt her sometime, he would hurt her unless she never let him touch her. However, she wasn't exactly in the position to tell him to go fuck himself. Just as she was about to reply, the other mare strode up to Song- though careful not to remain too close. Paranoid, obviously. Song couldn't move her head without hurting herself for god's sake. Song tried to turn her attention to the other mare, the light managing to catch her eyes just the right way to cause more spots to flash across her eyes. God, what was the world? A dalmatian? She snorted as the mare began to speak, squinting against the minimal light. "Please, can we help you?" the mare began to question, Song trying to press her ears back against her head even more than they were- but even this movement took far too much effort than it should. Her heart pounded in fear- would she die, now, unable to even rise? It was incredibly dumb of her to attempt anything of the sort of movement that she did, to try and move to the stream herself... The wounds were too many and too deep, and her strength so little that she was sure to hurt herself no matter what. She supposed she should consider herself lucky at the moment, lucky that they still offered help- though Song didn't exactly want to appreciate these horses. She wasn't sure, anymore, what she should really feel. Pushing away her thoughts for a moment, she forced herself to concentrate on what the mare was saying. She'd missed something, she knew, only managing to catch part of what the mare continued on saying. "...Want to die lie this. Besides, how am I supposed to get to know you better if you aren't around?" Song fought to keep her grip on this world, forcing herself not to pass out. Her head spun dangerously from lack of blood, threatening to have her pass out in a half second- or half an hour, half a day. Song didn't know how much longer she'd be able to keep herself holding onto her consciousness if she didn't get help immediately- even them, she was cautious should she fall unconscious in the river. All she knew, then, was that she would be clean and dead instead of bloody, dirty, and dead. "...like you-" Crap, she'd missed something again. This wasn't good, not at all- "...of a fighter and independent, but I've changed just slightly." The mare finished her speech, backing even further away from Song in some type of paranoia about being hurt by flying teeth and hooves. Stupid mare. If song could barely even lift her head, she didn't have the strength to move over to the mare and attack. Ha, even if she could the attack probably wouldn't even disturb the hairs of her metallic pelt. It was rather silly, really; she's never be able to hurt this mare without aid, or until she was healed; even then she'd need time to gain back her strength. Song had always though of herself as a warrior, someone who could hold their own, fight and win. She never imagined herself as weak, dependent on others- but that was exactly how she was, now. She hated it, hated it with a burning passion she could barely muster through the cloud of pain she was lying in. She glared at the mare- or what type of angry glance she could manage right now. "I..." she gasped at the mare, unable to finish her sentence without her rib protesting. By lying and collapsing here, she was afraid she'd fractured it along the bone as well. Crap. She took a deep breath, trying to ignore the waves of pain being sent from all over her broken body, before she tried to continue. "I don't care about... what you... think of... me," she gasped out, her voice quiet and not nearly as strong and fearsome, independent as she had hoped it would sound. Though she couldn't really expect any less- she was, you see, on the verge of death. This realization shocked her, not quite coming across to her as much as it did now. Her health seemed to lessen each second she lay on the ground, threatening a coma... threatening death. She turned her eyes to look at the stag, hatred and something else in her gaze. "I... I need... He..lp." Song gasped, her head spinning with each second. She struggled to find the strength to raise her head, finding just enough to raise it up for a few moments before it fell to the ground.
She could only hope that she would heal- though death seemed a far more likely possibility.

--behind the post--
1612 words. There's that post for ya abba.
No real muse.
Song doesn't wanna admit it... but she likes Oser.

[aPPY]

» Keanu sighed, finally reaching the river and stepping carefully into the water. He had pretty much blocked out everyone else, not listening to anything they said or did, not truly caring anymore. All he was worried about was getting clean and away from all of these creatures, particularly Song. He didn't want to be anywhere near her. He was definitely closing in on himself, able to think clearly now that the fight was over and done with. He waded deeper into the river, the water pushing against his bloodied coat. He closed his eyes and just stood there, the water reaching about half way up his chest and splashing over his back as the current pulled the liquid faster.

» The water stung his wounds but gave him a chance to regain his breath. Now the wounds would be able to heal cleanly, without the fear of infection. He heaved another sigh, just a small puff of breath as he turned in the water, walking forward and onto the shore. He blinked a few times, water running over his eyes and off his lashes. He gently shook his body, some water falling off but most clinging to his coat. He was unable to exert the force it would take to truly shake off his pelt. His mane and tail hung limply, full of water and dripping onto the ground, creating pools of water by his feet.

» He desperately wanted to lie down, but he knew that his woulds would just get covered in dirt and mud, causing him to need to rise and clean them out once again. It wasn't worth it, to do as his body wanted. He cocked his injured leg, relieving the tendons of his weight as his body shifted to the side. He lowered his head, closing his eyes. His body was so exhausted. Perhaps he should stay for a few days, at least to rest and regain his strength before disappearing into the shadows.

» His mind was growing sluggish, unable to keep up with the actions around him. Sleep, his mind told him, just sleep. He knew he needed to. He had gone days without sleep before the storm hit just a day ago, forcing him to take shelter in that cave where he had met Raine. Then, nightmares had kept him awake half the night, leaving him drained and with little sleep in the morning. And now, fighting Song had truly taken its toll. He was at the breaking point. His nerves were making him jittery, his mind on overload at the appearance of so many other horses, his body unable to cope with everything he had forced upon it. He really needed to learn to control himself and take care of himself better, things just weren't working with the way he was doing things now.

» Keanu's cremello form wobbled, his head jerking up and his leg quickly bracing himself as his body threatened to topple over. He blinked a few more times, taking a deep breath. Unconsciousness loomed in the back of his mind, ready to swallow him whole and transport him into the world of blissful sleep. Yes, sleep sounded so nice. Quiet, restful sleep. His eyes slid shut and his head bobbed to the ground, gently kissing the dirt that was so close because of the way his front legs were spread out. His lids twitched, opening a few fractions before closing completely his body leaning to the side and his hooves sinking into the mud where he was standing.

» He jerked his head up again, pulling his leg next to the other and standing straight. He stepped forward, underneath a tree. He wanted to sleep, but that option wasn't available unless he was on the ground, it seemed. He was afraid his body would decide for him though, and soon it seemed and his eyelids became heavy once more. He stomped his foot, trying to keep his eyes from closing. There wasn't much he could do though, as his eye shut one last time and his legs buckled underneath him. He fell to the ground with a loud thump, the breath going out of him as his body visibly relaxed.

» One wouldn't be able to see how tense he had grown with the unknown equines showing up until they saw those muscles unclench and his body immobile. His sides continued to move up and down, signaling that the stag was still breathing regularly. His lips were slightly parted and his ears flickered back and forth, as if he was still listening to what the other were saying, but in truth he heard nothing. Nothing but the blissful quiet of the sleep that encompassed him.

word count » 790
i probably could have kept going, but decided not to.
keanu finally gets to rest, so tired.
poor baby, let's hope he's not haunted by nightmares again. :(
only written in like, thirty minutes. :B