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Post by whiskey on Jun 14, 2011 22:05:28 GMT -5
Whiskey!
Whiskey looked at the stag, who was not too larger than him. The words he spoke were not as he appeared, injured and weak. I'm sure, on a healthier standard, he indeed was capable of fighting. but he was no match to whiskey in the state he was in. Wiser.. indeed Whiskey was, more controlled, indeed Whiskey was. The same urges have come upon him, but his control and wisdom stopped him, as seen in the formal greeting of the mares. "My words?" Whiskey looked at the stallion once more, making sure that Scath noticed his eyes examining him. "If I'm not mistaking, the advantage boat has been drawn on my side." At this point the mare had realized this stag was not the one she longed for. She got up and ran into the forest. Whiskey saw Adalie chase after her, knowing that she was taken care of he stayed behind to keep his eye on Scath. But as they eventually made there way into the forest Whiskey lost his way and only met up with the small group as he'd heard yet another snobby remark from Scath. He ran towards the sound and saw the palomino on the ground. He sped up and slid to a stop in the mud just before reaching Rasta's side. He lowered his neck and nudged her. "C'mon, please stand, shelter is not too far from here, only a small portion of your strength is needed then you may rest as long as you'd like and I wont leave until you have awoken if you'd like." Whiskey nudged once more then looked at Adalie with worry in his eyes and motioned for her to help her stand. He turned to the brute. "Adalie is right, I think it is best that you leave. She has got all the help she needs, your lack of encouragement is at the bottom of our essentials list." He turned, without waiting for a response, to nudge the mare some more and help Adalie with her given task. Whiskey expected that maybe this "hound" did know how to obey. |
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Post by Black Thorns on Jun 14, 2011 23:21:27 GMT -5
Scathashoun said nothing to anyone, but simply turned and left. They were right; he was unneeded, unwanted; and it was all his fault. The rian and hail poured down on his tenderized, wounded flesh, fresh bursts of pain releasing with each drop of water, each ice crystal in the hail. He welcomed the pain, letting it happen, trying to focus on the outer pain of his body than the inner pains of his soul. He did nothing besides leave, unsure of where he was going, and uncaring of what direction he went through. Each error he had made that day, each mistake, each pain he had caused another pounded throughout his brain. They certainly wouldn't care if he left; nobody cared, really. He had no-one, this he was sure of, and this he had surely made certain of today. He had nobody to turn to, nobody to want to be around him or to see his face. He was simply a brute- he had made himself that way- an annoyance, a horrible stag who should drop off of a cliff. He had seen plenty in the mountains when he had passed by. The thought was very nearly an action, but he refused. He had been moving for quite some time, now, and had no idea of where he was or where he was going. Hunger rumbled in his stomach, and thirst scratched at his throat. Perhaps he would die this way, of starvation, dehydration. He would prolong his suffering, to try and make him suffer as he inevitably caused those around him to. All he felt now was the want, the need, to die.
--behind the post-
done in about 5 minutes
276 words
please. Don't say how this is OOC or something. It's all I can think about right now.
Sorry that it didn't really reply to any posts or anything
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Post by Abba on Jun 14, 2011 23:41:08 GMT -5
Resounding Memories;;RastaThis time we're not giving up
we'll make it last forever screaming hallelujah Rasta snorted as she was helped to stand. By the time she had actually stabalized herself upon her pillars she could feel the storm passing no more thunder, just light sprinkling of rain. Her head was held low, so as to balance herself out as she stood there, leaning against the two until her strenght started to come back. She must go after that stag. Though he had been rude he didnt truly know her. Maybe he believed harshness was the only way to get her to move. Which, at the time it had been. She snorted once, flicking her tail and twisting her head to look at the two equines that stood beside her. "I must go after him. I cant leave it like that. It is too much like I left Panic and I" she alerted them. And with that last remark she trudged onward in the direction which she felt him moving in. She didnt stop, even when the pain started to become too much to bare, infact she pushed herself into a much more gruling pace. When she finally caught up with him her wounds were screaming in protest. But she allowed that pain to show in her voice as she called out, hoping he might just stop and listen. "Scath... Scathashoun! Please wait. Im sorry. I dont bode well when others help me during storms. It truly does bring out the worst in me." she said, still pushing forwards, trying to reach his side and get close to him again. She needed to know that they wouldnt part on fighting terms. They just couldnt. [/blockquote] -----behind the post------ .284 words .done on phone .rasta has a sweet side :3 [/size]
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Post by Black Thorns on Jun 14, 2011 23:57:27 GMT -5
Scathashoun ignored the desperate pleas of the mare behind him; how could she really care about him, nobody did. He was simply was it was meant to be, alone and without love, without hope. He had known many other stallions dying of their own hand before his age; at another time, that though never would have crossed his mind, to take his own life. However, now, the thought weighed on him, the threat almost crushing him underneath its weight. Surely just wandering without ever eating or drinking would kill him, though not very soon.. perhaps he should have one lock his jaw together, to prevent him from making himself eat or drink. It wasn't like she really meant a word she said; she was, as he might expect, simply trying to comfort him. Oh, comforting him, the most hopeless thing that this mare could do. Didn't she know that trying to comfort him now would do nothing, nothing at all? Be it that they parted on good or bad terms he did not care; he would part all either way anyways. Some, he knew, would be glad of his passing, including the mare tailing behind him now. Certainly she felt no more than a small guilt at seeing him leave that way, at not being able to stop him at that point. As he reached the border, he turned to the mare.
"This is it. You cannot cross into another's lands, yo cannot stop me now. It isn't like an attempt to do so would appear any time soon; you, surely, care no more for me than you do a black widow spider. I shan't blame you, I did do this myself. Do not worry; death should not be on your hands."
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Post by aPPY on Jun 15, 2011 0:13:14 GMT -5
adalie!the playful one
» Adalie turned as the other stallion appeared, coming up to the three of them and speaking to Rasta. He looked back at her and she could see the worry in his eyes. She stepped forward when he motioned for her to help. She edged closer as the bay stag spoke to Scathashoun, "Adalie is right, I think it is best that you leave. She has got all the help she needs, your lack of encouragement is at the bottom of our essentials list." She looked up as the darker stallion turned and left, she couldn't help but feel bad for all of the things that had been said, but he had acted in such a way that deserved it. She returned to the task at had and assisted the much nicer stag in helping Rasta to her feet.
» As they got Rasta standing she leaned on them both, seeming to gather her strength. Adalie could feel the atmosphere lighten as the hail ceased and the rain turned to a drizzle. "I must go after him. I cant leave it like that. It is too much like I left Panic and I," Rasta said before promptly leaving them in the direction Scathashoun had went. Adalie opened her mouth as if to say something but thought better of it as Rasta's golden form disappeared from sight. She sighed, not sure what to do next. She wouldn't go after her again, Rasta went after Scathashoun of her own accord and she wouldn't interfere.
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Post by Abba on Jun 15, 2011 12:53:53 GMT -5
Resounding Memories;;RastaI saw the world,
It was beautiful, but the rain got in and ruined it all Rasta's whole body quivered as he continued to move forwards. He honestly felt no need to stay, to talk. His mind was in such a strange place. He had been so insistent upon helping earlier and now he was just pushing himself far away. Something about this didn't seem like him, even though she barely knew him. She blinked, even though it really did nothing to aid her sight before she crossed the land lines before him. As long as she was close to her land they let her get away with it. After all, she was a blind mare, and she couldn't necesarily see the markings that showed where the lands broke apart. "But, no one is dieing. It is not happening. I will not allow it." she said, cocking her head, her ears still perked forwards as she stood ahead of him, 'watching' him carefully. She allowed her flints to dig into the ground. "I am hoping that my actions just brought out some of the worst in you... and that you are a different stag then I was clouded to see..." The pain in her back was beginning to take over, causing her to wince every few seconds, the wincing creating more pain and she wondered how exactly it was she had even gotten this far, to try and stop this stag much larger than she who had such a cold heart back there. "Please... stay? At least until you get better. You have far too many wounds to go back and wander into any of the stag's lands." She tried to reason, gently sticking out her maw ahead of her for the touch of his, hoping she might have gotten through to him. Though, she didn't expect anything more than to be nipped, and for him to leave her standing there. But, Rasta hoped that he would stay, something in him reminded her of Panic, though she couldn't pinpoint it at this exact moment, something did. And she wanted to be able to find it, and get to know this stag better.
[/blockquote] --------------Behind the Post--------------- . 368 words . done after cleaning my room and still feeling like crap . hoping to dear got that Scathashoun will actually stay because it was going to be very entertaining (sexy beast before him... o.o) [/size]
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Post by Black Thorns on Jun 15, 2011 13:21:26 GMT -5
His brow furrowed as Rasta stepped over the border line, unsuspecting of her to do so. Did she truly care enough about him, this scumbag of a stag, enough to cross from her own territory into another's, not caring for if she may be crossing lines? Could she really not care about what may happen to her and simply want him on her land? This thought seemed suspicious to Scathashoun, almost like it wasn't supposed to happen. She, wanting him, of all horses, on her land? She surely was mistaken, distraught with pain, unsure of what she was really requesting him to do.
"Horses die each day, Rasta," he informed her, "Each day one of them, or many of them, drop to the group, sleeping never to be woken. What is it then that one more should make a difference?" he asked rhetorically, not expecting an answer from the mare now standing in front of him, her body laced with small cuts and drops of her own immortal blood.
The mare attempted to reason with him, telling him his wounds were too numerous to pass through other lands, that he should stay with her until, at least, his wounds were healed. Then what? is mind asked, Do you simply go off and die as you had planned to? As she reasoned, he pushed her maw out in front of him. The last time he has consoled her wish for the comfort of touch ended him with wounds on his maw, and her with a near-death. Hesitantly, he stretched out his neck and touched his muzzle to hers quickly, dropping his head before she pulled away. Pulling back up his soaked head, he looked at her once more. "Well," he began, "Shouldn't we be heading back?"
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no muse
Sexy Beast Rasta convinced him to stay, yay?
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Post by Abba on Jun 15, 2011 13:43:43 GMT -5
Resounding Memories;;RastaYou try and tell me
that you know best. Snap your fingers, snap your neck Rasta listened to him speak. Was he really just going to leave, because it was what it sounded like, when he spoke of death. Would it really matter if he was just another. Something pained her heart as he spoke that. "Yes. It would matter. There is something in you... something that I think few others have... and I don't think you need to be one of those whose bodies are left to rot..." she said, letting out a tiny breath before watching him as he reached out and touched her maw. A tear, escaping from her useless eyes and sliding down her cheek as she stood there. He was going to stay. Bobbing her head ever so slightly she nodded in agreement. "Yea. We better..." she said, slowly pushing her body forward against all the pain which was beginning to show in her flaring nostrils as she took in a lot of oxygen hoping it might dull the pain, though it didn't work. She waited for him, though, swishing her tail once, and walking slow enough for him to catch her side in but a few strides. [/blockquote] -------Behind the Post-------- .205 words .Depression is here. .I have to leave in 'bout 45 min... e.e So Imma go and get dressed and be back in like... 10 minutes so I can reply to anymore as soon as possible. [/size]
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Post by Black Thorns on Jun 15, 2011 13:51:54 GMT -5
Scathashoun could do nothing but listen to the mare, as she spoke to him. "I don't think you need to be one of those bodies who ae left to rot," she told him. Well, then, perhaps he should let himself rot inside first. That may satisfy the mare, knowing he didn't just leap offf of a cliff somewhere.
"Don't cry, Rasta," he said, touching his muzzle to the tear on her cheek, "You have no need to cry."
The mare agreed with him that they should be heading back on their way, her body barely steady under the main that she was in. He stode up to her quickly, catching up to her in almost no time at all. "Lean on me," he commanded, "You don't have the strength to make it all the way back without aid from me."
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146 words ((So small! DX))
Scath is on his way, yay!
Aw, abba no leaving!
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Post by Abba on Jun 15, 2011 14:03:16 GMT -5
Resounding Memories;;RastaI keep flinging my head
and I keep flinging my head against this wal Rasta snorted once as he wiped the tear away from her maw. She did have reason to cry. He was like Panic, that was simply why she went so weird back in that storm, because he was so similar to him that she couldn't pay too much attention. Well, not in body types, but in the emotions. She was beginning to feel safe around this stag, though, she was sure that wasn't neccesarily the best idea in the world to be doing that after how he introduced himself. But, she had needed this comfort for quite some time now, and she was glad to be finally feeling some. "Thank you..." she murmered before gently leaning against his shoulder and barrel as she kept her pillars moving in a mechanical motion. The pain of touching another's skin with her open wounds were beginning to bug her. But, she didn't stop leaning as she knew he was right, she wouldn't make it back there without his help. Flashes of memories filled her mind. Immortals, they could die from unnatural causes. And this fear immediately began to sink deep into her soul. No, she would not die. She couldn't die. She wouldn't allow it, just like she wouldn't allow him to die.
[/blockquote] ------Behind the Post------- . 231 words . o.o So darn depressed . xD Rasta's getting helped. ;3 [/size]
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