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Post by squirrely on Jun 20, 2011 11:35:22 GMT -6
not even death... textthoughtsspeech
The sickly sweet scent of scarlet blood trickled down the pale leg of the powered stag. Faice glanced up at the other powers, as they came and went to and from the Work Area. The large crown of white hair settled over his right socket, giving him a slight emotional look. His thin skin stretched over his ribs. His body was thinner than the other powers, maybe because they were mostly draft-like horses, maybe because they ate more.
The stag glanced back at the blood on his leg.
The scarlet liquid had belonged to a weak mare, dying of infection of the lung. She had been useless, and she was going to be be dead before her foal was born. So he had given her the easy way out. Not because he cared. Just because she would be in the way of everybody.
Faice stood tall, and walked calmly over to a small pool of water. His figure reflected to him. His tipped ears. His clear eyes. His faded pink muzzle. Faice gently let his lips float as he drank steadily.
Suddenly, a quiet nicker erupted loudly to his ears. He jumped back, and looked up from the pool. The small bay mare, much resembling a small, but fancy pony gazed at him, her dead eyes melting into his dark soul. He looked at her. Her pelt was clean, and her belly was fat, a foal soon on the way.
He remembered when she was brought in. A feisty, young, beautiful mare. Nobody asked any questions when the mare suddenly was expecting a foal. Most assumed she had been raped by another slave. But Faice knew who the father to the unborn foal was, and he wasn't in any hurry to tell the secret.
The cremello stag growled, and turned away, the presence gone.
As he headed back to the main camp, he heard her words, quietly in the wind. 'Traitor.' ...can save you |
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Post by Koda on Jun 20, 2011 17:16:38 GMT -6
She's the one... thoughts text words Helping to take one of the in foal mares, Er slammed her head into the shoulder of the mare, almost every ounce of her weight traveling to her head and once connecting with the other, the weight transferred. The mare had muttered something, but the wind had carried it, keeping her whispered words secret between her and the wind, and whoever the wind channeled the message through. Following her dark brown eyes’ gaze, her blue and gold eye landed upon Faice’s figure, and from reading his body language and emotions that were steaming off, he didn’t look to please. Looking at the mare, her eyes turned into cat eyes, slitting dangerously, as she nipped the mare and growled at her. “Keep moving. And you two,” she snapped at the other horses beneath her, “Make sure she gets to where she needs to be with the other mares that are in foal. Kill all foals that aren’t Powers. And if you can’t tell, keep it, just in case.” Stepping in front and watching the trio walk off to the quarantine where they housed the pregnant mares, her odd colored eyes made sure that they were off in the distance before turning back around. Picking up a trot, which for her was naturally smooth and flowing, each hoof seemed to just barely touch the ground, if it appeared to touch the ground at all. As she caught up with Faice, she slowed down to a walk, matching the stallions pace. Nudging him on the shoulder, much more gently this time that what she did with the mare, she reared up and grabbed his ear, pulling it down playfully. “Hey banana ears, what’s the matter?” It seemed so strange she acted depending on who she was with. With Slaves, Normals, and Powers that befriended the other two, she was vile, completely full of venom towards them. To those who were of higher rank, she respected and followed orders easily, even though she does have a tendency to back talk and argue. Friends and most other Powers, she was friendly, lightly flirty with stallions, and would try her best to be nice to those few Powers she didn’t like, but those were mainly other mares. She had known Faice for a while, maybe not terribly long, less than a couple months, but not too short, more than a couple weeks. Looking around, she took upon the responsibility of making sure that everything was how it should be, whether it was her job or position to do so or not. She did this as she awaited the stallions reply on what seemed to unbalanced him. Did that mare do something to throw him off like this? He doesn’t seem too mad, but she did something… but what did she do, or am I making the whole thing up…? ...they warned you about. |
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Post by squirrely on Jun 21, 2011 12:24:39 GMT -6
not even death... textthoughtswords
The stag felt a small pinch of kind teeth on his curved in, odd ears and heard a sweet murmur of a mare. Faice thought that the bay mare had returned to his vision again, but instead, he looked around to see a different mare. The dark pelt of Er was walking with him, matching his rough pace. He forced himself to lighten up his expression, from the deep troubled look, to the soft gentle one, and looked her in the eye. Oh, me? I'm fine. Just a bit tired. I didn't sleep a wink last night. He felt a small glimmer of a smile fade happily and softly onto his lips.
He felt calm around Er, like the painful, heavy weight of the world was finally taken from his shoulders. When he was with her, all his frustration vanished, and he became more peaceful with himself, and the harsh world around him. She always had something to say that made him feel good about himself. And in a way, he loved that.
Faice stopped, and looked at the tall, beautiful fae. Her tiara of thick white mane gave her this look that he loved. She looked so trustworthy to him. Er's withers were just as tall as his, so he didn't have to to look up or down.
His clear eyes melted into her odd eyes, and he wasn't sure if he had felt a small, barely recognizable tingle in his stomach.
Uh. I- waant- too- Faice stammered. He wasn't sure if he wanted to say the words any more.
He shook his head, and looked at her, his eyes pleading to set him free. Help.
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Post by Koda on Jun 21, 2011 21:03:28 GMT -6
She's the one... thoughts text words Nickering gently, she pressed her shoulder into his lightly, which you wouldn’t expect a Power to show, but between themselves, they were actually kind. For some reason, she couldn’t exactly believe his answer, as if a hint of a lie was buried deep within, somehow wanting to break loose, tired of being locked up in its box, but unlike most boxes, ‘lie boxes’ are like Pandora’s. Curiosity can open it up and release chaos, which will hurt and harm at least one individual, if not more. Then to fix up the wounds, the box has to be reopened, closure in a way, but most don’t want to go through the process, for it is time consuming, not something can be done within minutes or seconds of the other. Well, it could if it is a small thing such as somebody taking your apple and lying about it, but those wouldn’t even be bothered being hid into such a box, for it’s not easy to contain. Flicking her ears, a way of shaking off the thoughts in her head, she simply smiled and nodded. I know how that is, she replied, yawning under her breath herself. As Faice had stopped, she did as well, following his movements. Er noticed that they were equal in height, which surprised her, something she didn’t pay attention, but she smiled at this, finding it slightly amusing. As her eyes shifted from their withers to his eyes, she blinked as his eyes were already awaiting the connection of hers. Looking down a little, she looked back up and smiled, hitting him on his cheek wither muzzle, pricking her ears as he began to speak. She noticed the silent plead of help that his eyes had given off, what is it, her eyes replied, her expression turning more serious. ...they warned you about. |
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Post by squirrely on Jun 21, 2011 21:56:37 GMT -6
not even death... textthoughtsspeech
Faice felt the warmth of Er's skin against his. He felt her heartbeat, steady and calming. His heart-rate steadied from the rapid beat to match hers. He enjoyed that she agreed with him, even though he got a feeling that she didn't believe him. And felt a sickening feeling in his gut.
The stag suddenly didn't want to think about and deal with the small, dead mare and his troubles and chaos and negative things. And so he took off into the harsh daylight.
His legs pounded the solid ground hard, dirt spraying up like water, crazily. His lean cremello figure was a flash of a wild lightning in mid-afternoon air. He struck his head up towards the sun, as if beckoning the glowing, yellow orb to run with him.
Faice shrieked a nicker into the sky, and then stopped roughly, sending his elegant head forward, and he fell onto his left knee. The stag got up, and shook himself. He jumped up into the air and kicked out his back legs. As soon as his hooves touched the ground, he was off again, like a cheetah from the savannah, off to bring down its prey. Faice closed his eyes, covering the clear orbs with thin eyelids. A single, salty tear ran down his thin cheek, before it fell away into the tall bermuda grass. The stag picked his pace up, forcing his long legs to run faster and faster, and galloped away from the terrible and cruel world. And he had no intention of stopping to say goodbye. ...can save you |
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Post by Koda on Jun 22, 2011 9:35:11 GMT -6
thoughts text words Faice, the mare cried as her ran off without a warning, his bright white pelt became blinding with the harsh rays of sun melting in with is pelt and bouncing off, causing her to squint. Er looked around, and some of the Powers had looked over to what was happening, but they knew Faice and how he, did at times, just burst off when things became too much for him, but not like that. She looked in the direction of where the brown mare had been taken off to, feeling as if something had to do with her. But there were more important things than trying to fit the pieces of the puzzle together of what the mare had to do with Faice. Sighing, she shook her head and knew she had to go after him. If nobody went after him and let him be, she shivered at the thought of what he might end up doing. Taking a deep breath, she pushed off with her hind legs and picked up a gallop, her hooves barely touching the ground. There didn’t seem to be many shape shifters, so she didn’t like going off and changing into a new creature every couple of seconds, but only when she needed it. Yes, she might change parts of herself, but would rarely do a full body transformation. She knew she couldn’t catch up with him, especially when he had a head start and bolted like lightening from Zeus. When she was at the point where she couldn’t catch up to him anymore, she pushed off into the air with her hind legs, and in midair, the equine body morphed into a lean feline one. A cheetah. Paws landed into the dust and bolted forward, her thin, compact body streaming across the desert-like area that they had thrown themselves into. Sprinting her heart out, her eyes slit when they landed on Faice. He was now her prey, but she mustn’t think of him like that, because even though she truly was an equine, when she transforms, the new creatures instincts are now her own, so changing into a predatory animal might of not been the best choice, but it was her only. Her eyes were the same, and her pelt was the dark bay coloring, while her spots took on the white coloration of her mane and tail. Reaching the heels of the stallion, Er leapt up, forcing herself to keep her claws in, and landed halfway onto the stags back. Using her long tail, she swung it so she would fall over to the side, trying to bring the stallion down with her. ...they warned you about. |
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Post by squirrely on Jun 27, 2011 21:06:16 GMT -6
not even death... textthoughtswords
The tall stag felt the luke-warm pads of the equine-like feline on his thin back, trying to pull his lean figure over, just trying to get him to stop running away from the universe, away into the stars, into the dark abyss of the endless space.
He suddenly felt the tiredness in his legs, the muscles aching.
Faice fell hardly to the ground, his long limbs collapsing beneath him.
His lungs felt blown up, on the verge of popping like an over-sized balloon, and he started to panic because no oxygen could enter his wounded lungs.
He rasped every breathe that he inhaled.
Help me. He begged the feline with his clear orbs, his heart aching, his pulse shot over the moon. He knew he needed to get help, but since he was emotionally unstable, he sometimes was incapable of asking for someone to share his troubles with the world with.
Faice spread his long body out and closed his eyelids, silently hoping that Er would say something comforting. Quietly he sat, waiting for a reply from Erisys.
Why? Why does life have to be so hard. Why can't it be easy, where nothing negative ever happens? Why, world, why?
And then he knew.
This was the harsh punishment. All the secrets he held, and all the things he had done.
Faice was getting his sentence for his sins in all the wrong-doings he had done.
I need help, Er. I need it terribly.
He threw his cranium in the air and screamed at the top of his lungs.
...can save you
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Post by Koda on Jun 29, 2011 16:19:12 GMT -6
She’s the one... thoughts text words Feeling the stallion fall under her paws, the feline pressed off, landing in the dirt, dust flying up, soon settling. Her multicolored eyes were glued on the stallion for long, drawn out seconds, the carnivore and equine part of her battling inside of her, trying to fight her carnivorous instincts of pouncing and killing the fallen prey. Visions of tearing out the neck of the equus, bloody meat, and fresh carnage flashed before her eyes. Furiously shaking her head, she quickly morphed back into the true Er.
The small form soon grew, spots fading, hooves replacing paws, mane and tail flowing, and her overall physical appearance changed in a soft brown mist that had surrounded her.
Walking over to the fallen stag, her eyes meeting his and softening to where her pupils where horizontal, she leaned down and pressed her muzzle against the cheek of his, hot breath water falling from her nostrils onto his skin, trying to calm and quiet him.
Lifting her head, a corner of her pink lip cracked upwards, and the crack only grew from there as a soft chuckle escaped her lips. Oh Faice. You know I’m always here to help. Her voice was soft and lightly motherly as she her eyes smiled warmly.
Easing herself down on her knees, she put her neck out, her muzzle a few inches from his neck, offering her assistance in lifting him up. He appeared tired, hurt, confused, and many other emotions storming off of him, and none seeming positive. Hopefully, she could reverse that and make him the Faice she knew before. ...they warned you about. |
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