Who needs succor, anyway? [Deshy, join]

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Ixori wasn’t sure whether to be angry or embarrassed. Her situation, though potentially serious, was almost to the point of ridiculousness. How stupid could she have gotten? Sleeping under that ancient pine tree during the gale last night was the height of stupidity. And now she was paying for it. Stuck fast under a mighty bough, Ixori was mainly unhurt, with only a few scratches to speak of, but she was quickly becoming desparate. Night was beginning to close in again as the shadows stretched longer and longer but she was no closer to freeing herself then she had been in the morning. She was thirsty too. It had been worse in the heat of the day, but as dusk overtook evening, her head was beginning to throb. Her head wasn’t the only painful place in her body. Though a shallow depression in the ground had kept her from any serious injury, the bough over her rump was beginning to feel heavier by the moment. Only five summers old, Ixori was not prone to any back issues, however if she didn’t free herself soon, they would begin to develop prematurely, she was sure.
“Help!” Her voice was quavered in the crisp autumn air. The quaver was not from anxiety, but her reluctance to call for help at all. She hated feeling so vulnerable, so in need of succor. Not that she was adverse to owing another equine a favor. She just felt a sense of shame at not being entirely self sufficient.
Gray mist curled around her prostrate form, like birds of prey waiting for their victim to die. Ixori shuddered. She wasn’t planning on dying, but the thought chilled her and her skin twitched uncomfortably at the clammy feeling of the mist as it silently rolled in.

[deshy]

[glow=red,2,300]Vigor Idolon[/glow]

Vigor slowly made his way over the fallen tree's. The storm had picked up quite a ferocious wind during the night, mists covered the landscape. He enjoyed the darkness it brought along with it. After all didn't he just refine darkness as a whole? His pelt gleemed in the low lighting, catching what little light there were. He slinked through the shadows, though tended to stray out into the open areas, pretty sure that no one would be around to see him so happy and enjoying him self. So much so that he almost began humming a happy tune. It wasn't right for him to be like this and I'd he found someone out here he truely would hate himself. He casualty stood at the edge of the stream, glancing around checking for the sign of someone else. Nothing but the darkness loomed overhead. The rumbbling of the sky and the slight moving of the ground below. A gentle, low lying mist still lingered in the air, his eyes were perfect for this kind of weather, from permanently living in darkened places his eyes had adjusted, become more Sharp in vission. Lowering his cranium into the mist he slowly lapped at the fridged waters. After re-hydrating himself, he headed into the tree's and up the mountain. Unlike most he was not affriad of this place, he jade even created his own path up through the tightly packed tree's and into a secluded cave. This was his most favorite place in the whole of Forma Silvestris, mostly due to the fact no one ever came here. He headed up his usual path not really focusing on listening out for others, for they did not know of this path. Slowly making his way home, he soon came across a rather rare site. Just up ahead lay a mare, stuck under a fallen tree. Serves her right for venturing into my area. He silently laughed to himself, she was sure in a right pickle, and he were certainly not going to help help her there.

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[twi]

The creep. The black stallion had most certainly seen Ixori, lying as she was, under the tree. But did he stop and offer help? Most certainly not. He made his way towards her, sauntering along as though he owned the place, humming something under his breath. At first, he had struck Ixori as the sort that she would not really mind being rescued by. From a distance, he had appeared quite amiable. But only from a distance. As he drew nearer, Ixori knew that he saw her. But did he stop to help? Oh no, he just continued on his merry way. She could have bitten him.
But as he came on until he was directly beside her, only a few meters off, Ixori made a decision. She knew that he had seen her and made the decision not to help. So why waste precious energy calling out to him? She hated feeling at the mercy of another and this arrogant, self-satisfied stallion was the last horse she would bring herself to beg and plead at.
Though Ixori's fillyhood, indeed her whole life had been brutal, it had never warped her, twisting her into a creature of darkness. Throughout, she had retained her natural inclination towards good. No matter how much evil she saw and experienced throughout her cruel five years of life, she would always detest it. But it was a sad thought, knowing that one who had the means to help her was so near, yet so far away. She did not even bother giving another half-hearted wriggle at the branch. She just silently watched as he passed her by.
Though she had resolved to remain perfectly silent, something else, something separate from her voluntary actions decided to rear its head. Perhaps it was her tough inclination for survival that refused to let even the barest opportunity go. But before Ixori knew what she was doing, a heart breaking nicker, almost desperate in its pleading resonance emanated from her forcibly clamped-shut muzzle. She had not meant to. Even as it sounded in the air, she did not recognize it as her own. After it had dissipated, Ixori realized that SHE had made that shameful sound. Anger at herself washed away her anger at the stallion as she pressed her lips together, even tighter if possible. Not that it mattered, for she knew he would not turn around.

[deshy]

Vigor silently laughed at the plead that escaped from the mares lips. Though deep down, very deep indeed a small part at him yelled to him, telling him to help her, telling him it wasn't right, though his blackened heart was to powerful ever swallowing that small part left of his sanity. He headed up the steep incline, send shale clattering down as each placement of his hoof dug into the soft earth and then moved to another place.
A part of Vigor kept nagging at him, pulling at him, making him want to turn round and help the mare, thats all he had to do. Free her and ignore her, move on. He shook his head freeing himself of the pathetic thought, endlessly clouding his mind. Soon after mentally arguing with ones self over and over again, Vigor managed to reach the infallible cave. Set deeply into the mountains side, covered by the trees surrounding the edge. If one were to make one wrong move, one wrong placement of the hoof and you would be sent free falling to ones Death. Despise all of that Vigor managed to find this place rather settling for his soul, calming almost, a home. The only place he could really call his own, for the fact many avoided these parts.
Vigor smiled as he headed back into the solitude and darkness of his rather unkempt little hide hole. The cave for Vigor was much his safe place, somewhere for him to relax and unravel his daily doings.
Vigor settled down into his relax state of mind instantly, though deep down he could still feel that lingering need to help the unfortunate mare. Though he kept his mind at ease, pushing the feelings down once more, just like he always did.
Without realizing what he was actually doing, he sighed, got to his hooves and headed back down to the mare. He didn't even look at her, nor speak to her, he simply used all his strength and pushed at the fallen log. It took quite some moving, but he eventually got it moved from above her, and then he made his way back up the mountain side and into his cave. Once inside he began slamming his head continuously against the wall. Stupid, stupid, stupid. His mind tick over the same words, in the same rhymatic pattern. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Thud, Thud, thud.

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[twi]

Ixori truly had not believed he would turn back. In even the most calloused of hearts, there almost always lies one little shine of light, a morsel of goodness. She hadn't expected her pathetic, black form to bring it out of him, as she watched his retreating figure until it disappeared. She had lain quite still under the branch, silently contemplating life. Though the mare would never admit to it, she was an introvert through and through. Of its own accord, her mind wandered back to her days as a filly. Normally, that year of her life, she had buried deep within and never would she allow its memory to come forward and pollute her life. Now, as she lay helplessly it was as though more than just her body was unable to fight against fate. The memories poured in, overwhelming and consuming. In her mind's eye, she saw the hooves striking again and again. The raking teeth. The stallion's cruel laughter as she looked at him out of eyes almost sealed from the bruises. She had learned to take all that, to accept it. The part that she just could not leave behind, that tormented her day and night was the aftermath of her experiences. The way the other foals would look at her, knowing that she was the rejected one. Some ran away from her, others attempted to imitate the stallions actions. Either way, she had been deeply scarred.
Now, as she lay on the cold ground, Ixori made no attempt to call out. Her pride had passed, leaving only the primitive desire for help behind, now that she realised the true peril she was in. But remembering her past had triggered something, a feeling of helplessness, a knowing that life would continue on no matter what she did. It was just natural that those who she encountered in life would reject her.
She did not even hear the returning hoof beats, did not see the shadowy form before it bent over her. Until he had shoved the limb aside, she did not really think he was going to do it. But he did and she was left to stare after him as he retreated grimly, without a word.
Normally, Ixori would have left him to his moroseness. She had a special grudge against cold-hearted stallions. They were worse than cold-hearted mares. But how could she just let him go without at least some acknowledgment after he had very possibly saved her life? In almost the same action as Vigor's when he rose and went to Ixori's aid, the mare rose silently and stalked after him, a ghostly waif in the night.

[deshy]

Vigor slowly began to refrain himself from smashing his skull against the solid cave wall. He was always hurting himself, especially if he ended up doing something he would never tend to do. Vigor was a confused beast, unsure on what he were really here for, why he were still alive. He sighed as he managed to stopp himself. He had to go back out there and confront this mare, that was if she were still around. Perhhaps she had left in his uttmost rude behaviour. She were right to do so. Vigor had never been the one with the best qualities. Never could understand the meaning of socilization , nor that of manners. He enjoyed the solitude too much, and it was about time all that changed.
He sucked in a deep breath and headed out of his comfinement, slowly making his way down the mountainside. He didnt have to travel all that far, for he found her making her way up towards his little hidey hole. His heart thumped loudly. Panic began to kick in. He fought with that urgee to run away and hide. It took a mightly strength of his to fight that, to subside his most loudest cries, the part of him, that made him Vigor, The dark one. Gulping back his fear he stopped in his tracks, and made a gentle call out to the fae, alerting that he had seen her. He didnt know why he was making himself do this, be he new it was for the best, in some sence.

[twi]

Ixori did not extend herself to much of an effort in tracking the dark stallion. Something of an intuition told her that he would return. She knew that it had not been in his nature at all to rescue her. There had been a disturbance in his way of life and that ripple would not stop with his (likely against his will) kind action, no matter how small that ripple was. Though she had not had much experience with other equines, preferring to roam as an admittedly self-satisfied loner, she had a natural intuition towards the tendencies of others.
Now she made her way up the slope as silently as she could manage her whole body stiff from being pinned in one position for so long. She sensed him before she heard him. That breathe of out-of-place wind, the prevalent presence that all equines have about them. Ixori felt his coming and along with it, a storm of wild emotions. Though she still could not help but despise the stallion, she sympathized with him too. She hated to see the mistreatment of any of her kind, the reason she disliked him so. Yet at the same time, she leaned towards indifference, the simple wish to revel in her own being, oblivious to the presence or needs of others. How she loved her freedom and independence.
A noise in the air, sounding slightly indecided to Ixori, met her ready ears. He was back.
She tensed a bit, the way she always did before she was about to meet another. A habit that never ceased to annoy her. Always unsure of her reception, the feeling was increased tenfold by the knowing that this stallion too was extremely reluctant to meet with her.
She called back, her rich, almost velvety tones making their way through the trees. It was a sound of invitation, letting him know that she would not receive him angrily. Or at least try not to.

[deshy]

Vigor forced himself to stay put. The pure will of his mind had become stronger than that of the pulling on his heart. He had managed to train himself, though it took one a great deal of pain.
Vigor stood atop a small out jutting rock face, the wind entwining with his mane. Despite the evil revolving around and around the tiny heart of his, right now beauty shone through that. For if you didn't know the beast underneath that shield he would entrapped you in all his magnificent being.
It was not his fault that he had become who he was, it was that stag. He automatically shuddered in pain, just of the thought of him. Ramaskath. Vigor bit down on his tongue, all to reframed himself from a sudden outrage.
All this arguing with oneself cause Vigor to forget he was waiting on the approach of something he wish never had happened. He truely were having a very difficult day.
The Fae had called back to him almost simultaneously. He shuddered again, this time at the thought of interaction. He watched her through icey orbs, watched the way she tensed up, slowly approaching. It too seemed she was not inclined on this meet either. Vigor pulled himself up into a more proud stance, now feeling a outflow pleased he had saved her, perhaps he could captivated her and use her for evil. A small smile toyed around his lips, his eyes seemed to glow with glee, though that of a sinister meaning.

[twi]

The stallion really was a handsome sight, standing so proudly upon a small rocky outcrop. Thankfully for Ixori, she was almost immune the charm of stag's, so as she neared him, her heart didn't give the little leap that many mares would have, upon seeing their dark rescuer for the first time.
She was wary, oh so wary. She hadn't forgotten how he had passed her up the first time and refused to excuse his actions in her mind. Something was amiss with him. But she was a strong mare and while others would chose to yield to their apprehensiveness and leave, she wasn't afraid to face him. Not that she especially wanted to, either. She held no love for equine-kind in her heart and having only experienced its brutal side, she was naturally leery of its kindness, especially if she felt it was feigned.
"Hello?" she called out, pricking her ears toward the figure on the rock. She decided that she disliked having to crane her neck to look up at him, as it gave her a feeling of inferiority. Rounding the curve of the hill, she came up upon him so that their two gazes were level.

[deshy]

Vigor took a step back from the mare. He was weary of her. His stomache dropped, warning him that something strange was about to go down. He could feel something churning up in the air. He pulled further back from her, now thinking that his idea to use her could be a bad idea. He gulped pushing down the gut feeling. "Helloo" his voice came deep and rattling. He hadnt spoke words out loud for such a long time it even sounded alien to him. He pulled back a little and then began to head back up the mountain, up towards his safe heaven. He had no idea how to act around others nor how to make conversation. It's was just too strange to him.
The gut feeling came back again pulling at his strings, telling him to turn around. He did this time, for once folowing his gut. There slinking through the shadows of the forest were a pantha. Watching him, folowing him. Though there was something rather off about this one it was sort of glowing eeriely, and he could almost see through it. Patronos