// limits

[aPPY]

"Leaving, that's what you want to know. Why I left," she said and he was beginning to grow impatient. Just tell him! "Well. Seeing as I don't feel like fighting at the moment, I guess it'll be best if I do tell." Yes. It would be best. If she wanted to live. He waited for a moment and she began to speak again; starting her explanation. Finally. She had left while he was sleeping. Of course, because that would be the easiest way. When he wasn't awake to do anything about it. Such a cowardly action. All because she needed to fight? It was such a stupid reason. Because she had lost all that they had worked for? Well he had lost it all too. It wasn't just her. She had left him just because she wanted to fight another war, and she believed he couldn't do it? At least not in her lifetime; since he had forever to strike back. So, she left because she realized her mortality? He started to grow even angrier with her. Because he wasn't going to fight back immediately after everything had fallen apart? So she just left, because his power base had dwindled into nothing; so she had nothing too. It was all so stupid.

And then she decided to just leave. Hesitantly at first, but she still left all the same. Even after he called after her? And why couldn't he remember all of this? "There was nothing left for me besides you-" So he wasn't good enough, now that he had nothing? And he would gain everything back eventually, but she couldn't wait. Because he had nothing, at that moment, he was nothing. "That, love, would be why I left," Sona sighed, "Are you happy now?" He pressed down on her throat again. "Don't call me that." he growled, pushing down even further before jumping up and away from her body. He didn't want to be anywhere near her. She kept calling him love but it was all such a complete lie. He didn't want to listen to it any longer. The spirit tugged at him, wanting him to strike out at her. She had caused him so much pain in the short time she had been here. Give her some back.

Though, he just began to fold in on himself and the spirit surfaced. "You know. It really is a pity you have to die now." the spirit chuckled. "Oh wait. No it's not. I've been telling him to get rid of you for a while now. You really are rather annoying to listen to." He shook his head, stepping toward the brat. "It will give me great pleasure to see you spread across the ground." He quickly pivoted and kicked out with his hind end, not even acknowledging if he struck her before turning and sinking his teeth into her neck and ripping away flesh in a huge chunk. This was going to be so rewarding. Not even Rama was here to tell him otherwise. He grinned, blood staining his teeth before he reared and slammed back down, hopefully into her back, but any body part would suffice. As long as there was a crunch under his hooves.

// 574 words

yeppp..
Spirit has been wanting to attack her for quite some time.
number timeeee.

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[Black Thorns]

Sona choked as he pressed down on her neck. "Don't call me that," he growled, pushing down even harder. Sona squirmed under the weight, trying to regain the ability to breathe. She couldn't breathe, not with him like that, not while he was pressing down on her so hard that she was pretty sure she would have difficulty breathing for a minute or two. God, it seemed to go on forever! Get off of her! Get off! She squirmed more, gasping out for air. Let her go! Let her out, get off of her and God, just let her breathe!

Ramaskith jumped off and away from her suddenly. Sonalane rolled to her feet, standing up slowly. Not from pain, not from exhaustion; she simply stood up in a slow, exaggerated manner. Her mane shook, grass and dust flying off of it. She stretched her neck, the muscles pulling tight before relaxing. Sighing, she settled into a relaxed position. Let come what may, she would handle it. Though she wouldn't necessarily win, she knew; she had been without a fight for so very long. She knew how to hurt and kill, but she knew nothing of fighting, not anymore. In these past years she had killed, but the only she could find cared not to fight back, or to fight with any degree of skill. She wasn't in the mood to fight, and was sure that she would lose eventually. Perhaps this fight would end in death, but perhaps not. Maybe he would spare her. He had fought recently, and she hadn't fought even with those she "fought" now in weeks! She would lose, most certainly, but she'd be damned if she didn't go down without a fight.

"You know, it really is a pity you have to die now." Ramaskith was pissed, so very pissed with her. Was it wrong that this excited her, that she liked it when he wanted to kill her? Right. He was speaking again. Maybe she left 'cause his voice was so annoying sounding, like a buzzing wasp. Except lower pitched. Perhaps if wasps had his pitch, then he would sound exactly like a wasp. He just kept talking, and talking, and talking about how he was going to kill her. Ha! Wasn't he just peachy? All he really ever did was talk, threaten. Blah, blah, blah. Oh I hate you, wah-wah-wah, I'm going to kill you, look at me I'm soooo scary! Yeah right. He was going to fight; pivoting, he struck out with his hind hooves- however, he missed greatly. Before she could retaliate he managed to tear out a piece of her neck, blood running down in thick red streams, matting her coat.

"Hey! I just washed that!" she exclaimed mockingly, dodging a rear aimed for her back, "And lemme tell you, it is hard to get that out of your coat if it stays there too long. Pity, isn't it?"

Sona kicked out at the stag, though she missed. Damn. She really was off of her game. Lunging out, she grasped at his shoulder with her teeth, ripping away at his flesh and feeling the blood burst onto her coat. "Oh look, now I have to get it even more dirty... Might as well get it all red!" Sona whipped around kicking out with her hind legs and hoping to slice into his barrel. Oh yes. She would let him bleed- hey, if she wasn't going to win, she should at least have some fun along the way. This... this most definitely was going to be fun. Loads of fun.


--behind the post--
601 words. SO SHORTTT.
But I posted. So there. xD
FIGHTNESS. /still not happy about losing. Yet weirdly enough it made sense that she would. WTHeck. o.o

[aPPY]

"Hey! I just washed that!" Sona said, "And lemme tell you, it is hard to get that out of your coat if it stays there too long. Pity, isn't it?" What? Like he cared about cleaning his pelt. And his was lighter than hers anyway, but more difficult. He snorted, ears twisting back. He didn't want to listen to her speak and longer! He twisted out of her way as she kicked at him; he movements were slow and weak, indicating how out of practice she was. She lunged forward and grabbed his skin along his shoulder, pulling away quickly and tearing the flesh. He huffed, prancing to the side. He hadn't move away until she was done, knowing that in doing so he could make the injury worse. "Oh look, now I have to get it even more dirty... Might as well get it all red!" she said. Was she just insane? She sure did like to talk, especially about blood. Yes, he liked the substance too, but he didn't spend all of his time talking about it either. She pivoted, bucking at him. He jumped to the side but she caught him anyway, slicing open a thin gash that ran across his stomach. He winced, the earlier injury starting to cause him pain. He gritted is teeth, glaring at the mare. He wouldn't let this out of shape maggot win this fight; or any fight.

He sidestepped, looking for an opening and lunging forward when he saw one. He dug his teeth into her withers, throwing his body weight into her frame and pulling his forelegs up and across her back. His hooves slid across her spine, slicing the skin along the way and opening long lines of red. He gathered his hind end underneath him and pushed against her shoulder, using his chest and legs to topple her over onto the ground. He released her withers before the hit, not wanting to trap his nose under his side and potentially make it easy for her to snap his neck. He twisted, jumping to his feet and kick at Sona's ribs. He grinned wickedly when he felt a few give under the force from his blow and he slid to the side, rotating to face the mare head on. She shouldn't have provoked him and he hoped she was realizing this now. If she truly did know him; or rather, Ramaskith, he figured she would know better than to act in such a way and piss him off. Unless she did it purposely, which he doubted. He could feel Rama in the back of their mind, pondering what she had said earlier. He ignored him though, focusing back on the fight. It was much more entertaining than the meaningless thoughts of someone who couldn't remember.

His side still throbbed, and he was sure it had opened up and begun bleeding again. He couldn't take the time to look at it and assess the damage but it worried him. It had bled a lot before, down on the ledge, and he was afraid this battle would quickly even out if he lost too much more. And with the new wound on his shoulder bleeding, as well as the gashes on his other side, he was going to have to be cautious. The blood loss would make him sluggish; both in his mind and physically and he would be in danger of passing out. He was beginning to rely on how out of shape this mare was, how out of practice, hoping that he would be able to use that to his advantage and come out on top in the end. It didn't matter what he looked like or the number of wounds he had, as long as he won everything would be fine.

The spirit glared at the mare as she got to her feet, his body coiled like a spring and ready for her next move. He was rather calm, as he always during a fight. He wasn't yelling anything at the stupid buckskin mare because it was a waste of breath. He had never found joy in talking to his opponent; mocking them and trying to throw them off their game. It was a stupid trick that almost never worked and was only used in the most desperate of times. He remained quiet, conserving his energy and breath so that he didn't have to spend as much time recuperating later. he eyes were trained on Sona's form, watching for a small twitch, some indication that she was going to attack. When she began to come toward him, he lunged forward as well. His hooves sunk into the ground as he propelled himself forward, his eyes angry and nostrils flared. She would regret pissing him off if she even lived to experience the feeling.

// 825 words

lalala.
fight! fight! fight!

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[Black Thorns]

Damn. She was so very out of practice. If she wasn't she would've remembered everything she was taught, remember how Ramaskith fought, what he looked for to attack. She wouldn't leave glaring openings in her defense. Yet she did.

The stallion tore into her withers, sharp teeth shearing through her skin. His body shoved against her with all the force and weight of a full-grown, well-muscled stag, his forelegs pushing over top of her and slicing great red line of blood, flowing evenly down his sides and matting the pelt, staining the forelegs of her opponent. Her neck whipped around, biting hard into wherever she could reach.She knew not to anger him, though the anger was thrilling; she could care less if she died, just that she fought while doing it. That she at least got a couple of blows in. SHe stumbled as he pushed at her, trying to resist the force. Oh, but he was so heavy and she forgot, she forgot everything she knew! His teeth tore out of her as she fell, ripping away at her withers in a fury, trying to escape from being trapped underneath her. Flesh tore out from him as her grasp was forced to release. She spat out the disgusting thing, blood dripping from her jaws. Oh, let him fight! They were entertaining, at least, after so long with nothing to do. The stag jumped, kicking out at her ribs and she was sure one or two of them fractured with the pressure. They throbbed, little stinging pains shooting through her that she ignored as she watched him move. She would get up when he moved.

He didn't, though, and that confused her. Her eyes caught sight of his side, which had been previously injured, and was open once more. Instead of quick, battle thoughts, she was thinking with the slowness of an injured horse, the slowness of someone who really was no use to fighting. Why had she provoked him? Because she could? She'd wanted this, wanted him to lash out at her, wanted him to do something. She needed him, no matter how much she hated to say it. He really was the source of everything; he held a sense of home, belonging. It wasn't important that she didn't think she wanted that; every being, somewhere in them, wanted that feeling. She needed to feel secure, like she had somewhere to be. The lands didn't hold that for her, he did. She had it pounded into her head every day since she could remember that he was everything; when they moved, they always were with him; how could she not associate him with everything in her life? Whenever she gained more power, she moved closer to him. Even if she didn't want to admit it, he was everything to her.

That was possibly the most frightening thought to her.

She couldn't wait, she needed to get up and fight that stupid theory out of her mind. He wasn't anything, he couldn't be anything. He was just a stupid stag with a stick up his arse. Hell, she could lose, she just needed to kick and bite and tear at him. She needed to rid herself of it. She didn't need him; she merely needed to... She needed to do something. Something to him. She rolled to her feet, rising to her feet and staring into his glaring eyes, eyes alit with a fury she would never match. She remained still, unmoving, watching his coiled form. A kid in a candy shop, touch the button and the little candies come out. She took a step forwards.

The stag lunged, racing towards her with flared nostrils. She sidestepped his body, letting it pass her as she whirled to face him. She reared, kicking out at his barrel and feeling ribs crack and splinter beneath her. He hit her, she hit him back. She shoved against him, feeling him stumble to the side and she whipped around to bit at him again. She kicked out, bit, hurt blindly, not caring if she missed or not. She needed to get it out

[aPPY]

The Spirit grunted as her hooves collided with his side, ribs cracking; the spirit began to retreat, not wanting to feel the pain this mare was inflicting. He would leave the rest to Ramaskith to deal with. He inhaled sharply as he danced to the side, hoping that the jagged edges wouldn't puncture a lung; then he'd really be in trouble. He twisted, facing the mare and doing his best to ignore the pain. Nothing mattered until he put her in her place. After, he could worry about what may happen to him, but now, he couldn't be distracted. He jumped forward, closing the small space between them easily. He struck out with a foreleg, stretching out and lifting himself off the ground a couple of feet. He jumped forward again, his teeth sinking into her neck and his hooves planting themselves on her shoulder. He pushed with his feet and pulled with his teeth, her head twisted around and daggers sunk into his shoulder. He pulled away, pushing at her figure and pulling the skin from her neck. He inhaled again and sidestepped as Sona pulled her own piece of flesh away from his body. He turned, striking about with his hind end, though she did the same and their hind ends clashed together. She landed a solid kick to his hip and he quickly moved out of range again. He forced himself not to make a sound of discomfort as agonizing throbs of pain shot through his sternum and haunch.

Ramaskith turned, shaking his head as he carefully began to circle Sonalane. He moved with a slight limp, fighting himself to work through the pain. Nothing mattered until she was put in her place. He kept repeating that over and over in his mind, trying to focus on her movements to give some sort of key to her next move. He snorted, blood spraying from his nostrils; lovely. When she turned to face him, he lunged forward, his jaw locked as it caused more pain to shoot through his body. He pivoted at the last moment, bucking at her side before using his momentum to carry him around full circle, carefully lifting himself into the air and across her back. He grasped her ear in his mouth, pulling backward and pushing forward with his body weight. He was using her body as most of his support, his injured leg threatening to give out under the pressure. He huffed, pushing against her as she fought him, then suddenly pulling back in the other direction, sliding out from under her as she tumbled to the ground. His breathing was heavy as he stared down at her; his pelt sticky with sweat and blood. "I think you should leave." he growled, the spirit immediately regretting handing over his control. They were supposed to kill her! She was a nuisance that needed to be destroyed!

Rama stepped back, the tiredness showing in his eyes; mixed with the anger. If she truly was the only key to his past, then he shouldn't be so quick to kill her, though she needed to realize her place. Hopefully, now she did, and would realize the chance he had given her. He could have quickly snapped her neck, obliterating her existence, but he chose not to. And who knows? Maybe that choice would benefit him in the future, and he hoped it would. He inhaled, preparing to sigh, though his nose clogged with the still running blood and he coughed, fighting with himself as the action caused him great pain. He continued to cough, unable to control the fit. Blood continued to drip from his nose, now surfacing through his mouth little by little with each heave. He took a step back, onto a branch and lost his footing, falling to the ground. He groaned, the world around him becoming dizzy and filled with black spots. The blood loss was finally getting to him. His nostrils flared as he struggled to take a breath, his legs kicking out as his lungs failed to inflate and the blood blocked his passages. He twisted, trying to think quickly before he lost consciousness. He turned his head enough to try and drain his nose, inhaling in a gasp when he was able. Was he going to be okay? He didn't know. He just tried to keep breathing, and not focus on the pain. His eyes slowly shut as he lowered his head to the ground. His hip ached and his side throbbed with each agonizing breath, but he didn't care. Just as long as he was still breathing.

// 775 words

hrm.
i would like it if you didn't take this chance to kill him.
but, y'know. *shrug*
XD

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[Black Thorns]

She was blind to the pain, forcing herself to ignore it as he struck out at her. She refused to think about the blood- her blood!- running in thick streams down her body. Each throbbing pain in her ribs was forgotten as he grasped at her ear, yanking her head back as she fought to keep him from tearing it, her neck bending further and further back as he forced her body to move fowards, spine crying out for her to stop. The pressure became to great, her head snapping back into place as the tip of her ear tore away. He pulled back in the other direction suddenly, a movement sending her into a jumbled heap on the ground. Her breathing staggered, gasping to try and catch her breath. Gods, she had forgotten his strength, his ability to fight...

"I think you should leave," he growled, his voice low and deadly.

"Never," she responded, slowly gathering herself in preparation to move if necessary. Adrenaline pumped through her veins, endorphins releasing to combat any and all pain she would experience.

He, however, didn't seem to be tolerating pain very well. He coughed madly, body shaking as he attempted to fight it. Stepping backwards he then lost his footing, Sona smiling despite herself at his weakness. He crashed into the ground, a low moan rising from him. Sona pushed herself to a standing position, careful to keep her torn ear pinned and not to let the blood trickle into her ears. The stallion fell unconscious- at least, she believed he was unconscious; she prepared herself for another attack if he wasn't. She swayed as she walked, humming to herself. Her head lowered to his, trying to spot the reason of his coughing fit. THere. The stallion's nose flowed red, his mouth frothing with the same crimson. She lipped at his forehead affectionately, his still body oddly calming to her.

"Oh, mon ange," she sighed, "Don't you see?"

She stepped back a few steps, letting herself curl up on her side. Her body began to throb as she felt each of her wounds, short hissing breaths reaching her lungs. She wouldn't let herself rest; she would simply wait for him. She would wait for him to wake...



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375 words. ughhhh.
It's a post. and I had no idea what to post.

[aPPY]

His world was dark, with sudden flashes of color and movement. What was happening? He could feel the ground beneath him, but he couldn't move his limbs. He couldn't do anything. He focused on breathing. He remembered that was important. To breathe meant that he was still alive, despite what had happened to him. Broken ribs, punctured lung, fractured hip, among who knows what else. At least he could rest now, on the ground that seemed to soft. The grass tickling his legs as the wind blew. He could hear the leaves rustling as the tree branches moved to and fro. So quiet everything was. Not even the spirit was talking. Where was the spirit? Confusion muddled his slow mind; the spirit had always been there. Always able to detect in the back of his mind. Where was he?! Rama couldn't find any trace of the being in his thoughts at all. Was he gone? For good? He couldn't possibly be gone, just like that. He pushed the thought away to dwell another time. He had other things to worry about, like how to wake up and get to his feet. The silence may be lovely, but it was strange and he didn't quite like it anymore. He didn't care about the rustling leave or the suddenly uncomfortable ground. He wanted to be up and on his feet; aware. Why wasn't he?

Suddenly he was assaulted by images, flashing in his head. What was this? He wanted to recoil, to jump back and get away, but he couldn't. He calmed as he realized it much be more memories, coming back to him. He focused on them; mostly the same things as before. The war, mostly. The grey, Unknown One. Some small moments of Sona. Was his mind trying to tell him that this was the truth, was this why he was seeing it once again? Or had he run out of things he needed to remember? He didn't feel that way. He still felt the empty void of where his memories should be; where they weren't. Perhaps this would be all that he could remember, and the thought saddened him. He wanted to remember everything, but if this was it... He wanted to sigh but he couldn't, his jaw wouldn't move. Frustration coursed through his veins. Why couldn't he move?!

Ramaskith felt something touch his forehead, tenderly. He wanted to lean into it, to feel more. His vocal cords were successful in producing a small hum, though it was so weak that no one could possibly make out the sound. What was that? Who was that? His mind fought to remember who had been there when he fell, where he had been. What had he been doing? He wanted to bang his head against a tree, to somehow bring these memories back. His ears flickered as someone spoke. That was good, at least some parts were functioning. "Oh, mon ange, don't you see?" Huh? See what? He wanted to ask, but his mouth wouldn't move. Some part of him sparked at the voice though, recognizing it. Oh yes, that was Sona. He had been fighting her. Why had be been fighting her? He couldn't remember. But she had done this to him. She had hurt him, so terribly bad. Had she been the one touching him? That touch he was suddenly craving? No, it wasn't; couldn't possibly. He had been angry with her -- because she left! Yes, that was it. She left him after the war. A small spark of joy surged through him at his ability to remember at least that much. That, was better than nothing.

His sides ached, his hip throbbing with such pain. Each breath he fought so hard to take just caused more agony as the motion disturbed his ribs. He jerked, twisting to the side and then sucking in a breath when the movement hurt. His eyes then shot open as he realized he had moved. Yes! He lifted his head quickly, the blood rushing down and everything became so blurred and unstable. He took a breath as he became disoriented and his head sank to the ground with a thud. He grunted with pain as it did, his nose still leaking blood though the flow was lessening. He wanted to get up. To stand. Laying on the ground was doing no good, he needed to be up and away from here. He lifted his head again, ignoring the sudden dizziness and pulling his legs up. He would stand! He gritted his teeth and pinned his ears as his whole body protested, screaming NO as he struggled. He forced his legs underneath him, pushing against the ground as he rose about a foot off the ground before crashing back down. He nickered in pain and defeat, knowing that he couldn't possibly do it. The terribly shooting pain that traveled through his leg each time he moved it worried him. Was it badly fractured, or even broken? He slowly slid his eyes shut, suppressing a moan. Everything hurt so much.

// 868 words

he's so helpless. poor evil alpha dude, wha'cha gunna do?

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He struggled to move, each movement paining him. Sona made no movement of her own, watching his efforts with steel eyes. Her gaze moved as he did, while she made no effort to aid him in any way. He could get up himself; he could fix whatever was wrong by himself. She watched for some time as he struggled, forcing herself not to react to any pain she felt. Oh, gods, she hurt. Each breath hurt her, each moment she lay there hurt her.

"Get up, you aren't hurt that bad. Ignore the pain," Ramaskith said, looming over her form. Today she had been privileged enough to train with him, to hone her skills. Privilege. Right. She liked getting beaten to a bloody mess and taking days or weeks to recover enough to do it all again.

Sona snorted in response, rolling on to her feet and rising to a standing position. She shook her mane out, twitching to try and get the mud off of her coat. She looked up towards him, words forming on her lips before she realized he wasn't there anymore.

Suddenly, she felt a weight slam into her side, sending her staggering over to try and keep herself on her feet. She whipped around, prepared to attack, before she found him gone. Again. She reared and spun, finding the stag and slamming down where she thought he would be before he darted out and away from her. He lunged for her neck, she slipping away from him and returning with a bite to his shoulder. He kicked out at her as she ripped away, cutting a deep gash into her barrel. Sona whinnied in frustration, trying to kick out at him but failing. Too fast, he just slipped away.

"Focus, Sonalane!" he shouted at her, "You aren't focusing! Get your act together or you will die out on the battlefield!"

Of course. She got up to where he cared if she lived or died, and suddenly it meant she was going to get beaten worse and yelled at more. "I'm trying, Lord!" she shouted in frustration, "I'm trying!"

"Try harder!" he retorted, slamming into her side with his rear hooves. "You're worthless! You can't do anything! I don't know why I'm even bothering with you!"

Sona whipped around in fury, body pulsing with adrenaline and pure anger. She snapped out at him, kicking out at his body and feeling the splitting of flesh beneath her. He tried to hit back, but she was so fueled she couldn't let him get a blow in. She hated him! She wanted him to lay on the ground, covered in blood, ripped to pieces! She wanted him to cry out for mercy that she wouldn't show!

He knocked her to the ground, finally, pinning her and keeping her from attacking. She squirmed, trying to get out and get back to tearing him apart.

"Feel that? That anger? That hatred? You need to feel that for each and every one of your opponents on that battlefield. You need to want to make them hurt, you needed to want to make them die. That is what makes you the warrior you are; embrace it."

Sona stilled, nodding. Ramaskith moved off of her, wounds bleeding as he moved away. "Get back to the herd," he commanded, "We're done here."

Sona rose to her feet, striding over to the stag.
"Get up," she said, "Ignore whatever pain you feel. At least wake up, it's no fun when you're unconscious." She lipped at his cheek with the slightest touch, moving up to his ear.

"Trust me," she whispered, "You won't like me if I'm bored..."

[aPPY]

"Get up," someone said, "Ignore whatever pain you feel. At least wake up, it's no fun when you're unconscious." He felt something touch his cheek, barely; as if it were imagined. The touch moved towards his ear, words whispered and easily captured by his audits. "Trust me, you won't like me if I'm bored." Who was this person talking to him? He fought to open his eyes but his lids were far too heavy, as if there were pinned by a force greater than him. He gave up trying, settling in against the ground. This unknown creature was going to have to wait a little longer, and if they were bored then they'd have to just deal with it. He wanted to wake up, to stand, to walk away and forget what happened here. Wait. What had happened here? He struggled against his sluggish mind, searching for the reasons. Why couldn't he grasp his thoughts, focus on one thing at a time for longer that a few seconds? Nothing was working correctly. His ears twisted back, or at least, he willed them to, whether or not they did he didn't know. He hated not being in control. He was..who was he? Fury rose up from within, building from his stomach and threatening to tear him apart. He couldn't even remember who he was. What the hell?!

He focused on his breathing for a minute or so, just the way his stomach rose and fell and his lungs expanded and contracted. The dull ache in his ribs as the movements disturbed the splintered bones. His hip wasn't hurting as much, though he figured it was because he wasn't moving his leg at all. He opened his mouth a fraction, a sigh escaping his lips. Where had he gotten these injuries? No, wait. He did know that one. It was the mare, the one who had been talking to him just before. Yes, it was that mare...and what was her name? Dammit, why couldn't his brain remember? It was like the fall all over again. Oh yes, the fall! This was a good start, things were coming back piece by piece as his condition stabilized. He lay on the ground, waiting patiently to put the puzzle back together. It had taken quite a while to gain some of the memories before, hopefully this time it wouldn't be so drastic. Maybe he would unlock the rest of his undiscovered memories as well? He sure hoped so.

Sonalane! That was her name. Now he remembered. His previous mate. The one who had left him. His heartbeat spiked as the thought crossed his mind, more anger coursing through his veins. She had left him for no good reason, and she had needed to be punished. Oh, right, that was this fight. It hadn't ended as well as it should have. He wanted to sigh again, though he stiffened as a memory was thrown at him, full force.

"You know, I'm starting to regret this decision to train you. You are a pathetic excuse for a warrior." He smiled, his body covered in a thin sheen of sweat. They had been going at it for about an hour now and she still wasn't tapping the skills he knew she had. He had seen them, though he had yet to find what triggered them. Once they could tap those abilities, they would be a force to be reckoned with. He stared at her, across the clearing. She was glaring at him, her ears twisted back. He smiled wider, standing lazily and waiting for her next advance. "Come on Sona, gimme what 'cha got." She snorted, lunging forward to attack. He easily moved out of the way, seeing the action from a mile away and having plenty of time to avoid it. "You're way too predictable," he called from the other side, her head whipping around. "Try something else. Or better yet, just don't think. Feel your muscles, get to know them, trust them and their memories. Let them do what they want." He watched her carefully, darting forward for her neck and easily biting into the skin; hard this time and bursting the flesh open. "You're not trying!" He scolded, preparing for another attack. "I am!" She growled, growing angrier as she kept failing. "Use those emotions! Turn them into actions!" He commanded, twisting and attacking her once again, this time he kept going, not pausing to give her instruction. He lunged forward and she slithered out of the way, she turned to kick and he twisted and lunged again. She would move at the last moment, teeth clacking together where there was flesh just a second ago. They moved together in a dance-like state, always reaching out in an attack but never able to land one. They were both evenly matched. Finally, they both tired and stopped, breathing hard. "Good. See? Use your anger and you'll be unbeatable on the battlefield." He said, shaking his head. "Now leave, back to the others." He ordered, her buckskin form immediately turning and heading in that direction.

He gasped at he came out of the memory, as if he hadn't taken a breath the whole time. His eyes fluttered open, though shut again as light shone into them. He groaned, wanting to twist to his other side but when he started to he was stopped by the pain. There was so much pain. He slowly opened his eyes again. There was no small lapse in memory anymore. He remembered who he was, who was standing before him, what had happened; just now and what she had claimed had happened before. There were still those missing parts that had been gone before, but that was alright. There wasn't any new gaps. Except the mysterious disappearance of the spirit. In a way, he was happy for the peace and quiet, but he was also lost without the little voice. It confused him, being without it.

"Then perhaps you should find a way to entertain yourself," he managed to cough out, his voice raspy and broken, paired with a pained face as his chest was wracked with shooting pain. He started to lift his head but gasped again and let his head thump back against the ground. "And, despite your oh so encouraging words, I do not believe I will be getting up any time soon." He smiled half-heartedly, just a small twitch of his lips before his eyes closed again. He sighed, wishing he could go to sleep. His mind was running rampant, he was uncomfortable and he wasn't sure if he should trust Sona that much. Yeah, so if she wanted to attack him again, he couldn't really do anything to prevent it, but at least he would be awake. He moved a fraction, wincing as he tried to settle in against the ground. He obviously wasn't moving anywhere. He sighed again, the small movement not helping the way the ground felt underneath his body. He was never going to be able to get any rest unless he stood up and moved, and that wasn't an option right now. He opened his eyes again, just a little, looking up at Sonalane. What was she going to do? Just leave him here like she had before? Probably. He wasn't going to be much good now.

At that moment, thoughts of the grey mare crossed his mind. Sheba. Where had she gone? She had just disappeared into the trees right before the earthquake. That seemed like centuries ago after all that had happened. He wondered if she had been hit by a falling tree or had escaped the woods without so much as a scratch. He hoped it was the latter so he would be able to find her and kill her at a later date, taking his offspring to be raised properly. He wouldn't have the creature be taught such things that the mare would tell it. He needed to be able to inbed his thoughts into the young one's mind at an early age with no room for neogotiation. It would be easy enough if he could obtain the foal shortly after birth. The less time spent with that mare, the better. She would corrupt his offspring and that would be unacceptable.

Ramaskith slowly pushed away those thoughts. They weren't important now. He couldn't do very much to affect the situation if he wasn't able to walk, or even move. He needed to heal, fast. How was he supposed to train his warriors, fight his war, defeat the other Alphas? If he was injured, or had a weak leg; he wasn't going to last long in this battle he had been planning for all of his life. What was he supposed to do now?

// 1500 words

lalala. he was going crazy there for a minute. xD
long post, wewt!

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[Black Thorns]

That was it. That was the last of the shattering of her world that she could handle. Without warning her body collapsed to the ground, shaking with sobs. Her sides shuddered with the force, her voicemoving from low, quiet noises to high, ear-shattering wails, then back again. It couldn't be! It couldn't be! Everything couldn't be gone, never would it be gone! Blood mingled with tears as her eyes leaked with agony. No! She was broken enough. He was always there, always strong; he was never phased by an injury. He couldn't be weak, he couldn't be! He was everything... and if her everything was gone... Everything had been gone! She wanted it back! She wanted her Lord Ramaskith back! Yet when she came she found no such creature, she found an insane, lust-driven beast with nothing! He was supposed to bring her back to where she once stood, to take her back and let her lead the lands of the East, then lead each and every part of Forma Silvestris! He was to be king, she queen! When had it gone wrong?

Each movement shook her further, a low moan rising from her. "No, no!" he cried, not caring if he watched, not caring if it was weak. She was weak! She was! Ever since she left a piece of her had left, each day sucking away her strength and willpower, and here she was! She searched for that piece, came here in search of that once crucial part of her that made her whole. The piece that made her strong. Ramaskith was that piece and he was broken, a broken little doll! No! She could be weak! Her warrior side shrunk in fear of the great power of her immense sorrow, shied away from whatever was causing this pain. "You can't be... you can't be..." she whispered, voice cracking with choked sobs, "You can't be broken... You are everything! Everything! I just wanted it b-back... I just want to feel w-whole aga-ain..." her voice broke off into a series of shattering cries, each one worse than the last. "Why? Why can't I have it again? Why must everything I know, everything I want and need and everything I could ever want to have crumble away into the wind? Why must you take everything from me and leave me with this? This broken shell? These broken promises? These shattered dreams? Everything! Everything! Oh nothing will be right again, never! I am gone and so if everything I want and will want... Everything I had and will have... everything I needed and still need! Gone!" She lay there for some time, doing nothing but crying to the heavens. Her sobs quieted, though, after some time; she soon lay still and silent.

She rose from her position, standing with ease. She strode to the stallion creating the offense, fury rolling off of her. "You!" she shouted, "You did this! It's your fault! Everything is your damn fault!" She snapped at his face, feeling skin break under her teeth. She hated him! She hated him with every ounce of her being! She wanted him dead! "Everything! EVERYTHING! You ruined it! If you would've never hit your head on that goddamned rock! If you would just get it together and get back to where we once were nothing would have happened! Idiot!" She kicked at him, ribs giving under her hooves. She wanted only to feel the breaking of his spine... but she would save that for after she was finished.

"Come on, Lord Ramaskith," she hissed mockingly, "Can't you get up and fight?"




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