silence is a virtue.]]

[Wolfie]

morrigan.

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xx. The sleek ebony painted mare made her way through the forest, winding through the large trees, stepping over the entwined roots that posed trouble for the unaware equine. She herself however, was very aware of every pebble and blade of grass (now, of course, dead due to the bitterness of winter) in this damned forest, be it that she grew up here. Though she had left it many times, seeking new adventure, she had always returned. perhaps she felt tied to it...

This day was no different from the others. She walked about, thinking about nothing of particular interest. She loved to think about engaging puzzles in her brain, and solve them. Or face eternal, mind strangling boredom that everyday monotony offered. The choice was hers.
Suddenly, she stopped, and looked upwards. A raven flew above the tree canopy, swooping low enough to graze the prickly branches, the curving it's wings and darting upwards again.

Morrigan envied the freedom the raven possessed, wishing herself to have wings. She watched the raven, half amused and half bored, thinking of herself owning a pair of large, slick wings, dark as charcoal and smooth as glass. She quickly pushed the thought from her mind. How foolish and embarresing it was, imagining something of such. I am not a child. she reminded herself. stop acting as such..

She had just left Belle Valle an hour or so ago. She stayed meerly on the outskirts, watching in hilarity as a mare and stallion courted. How laughable it was. How sick. Love. It was a joke, wasn't it? Surely it couldn't be real. Morrigan wasn't an emotions master, but stallions were heartless and selfish. Surely a mare had a better mind then to fall for a bastard. Yet the mares that tended to fall for that fairytale, were bimbos and whores. Morrigan supported the female gender with a strong mind, the warrior female. Not the dimwitted mare that offered herself up for the public. Morrigan had a good mind to spat at those mares 'go roll in a pig pen', but wasting words on such a letdown wasn't Morrigan's time, or energy. So she didn't even bother.

She prefered it here anyways, were she was alone. She prefered to lurk in the shadows, to not be bothered. The only company this land had to offer was senseless chattering. It had been years since she had met an equine worthy of talking to. So silence, for now, was best.

[pinkrose]

[bg=white][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,500,table] It was cold. Funny how those were the first things that ran through the gray mare's mind as she woke up. Yet it wasn't so funny when she turned her neck and found snow piled on top of her, weighing her down. The silent mare let out a nicker of annoyance, wishing that for once it would not snow over night. Just that evening she had hunkered down for the night, praying that the snow would just hold up until morn. Yet she was unlucky... once again. Dull eyes swept over the snow for one last, angry look before she shook as hard as she could muster. The snow flew in all directions, pelting shrubbery and trees. Almost nothing was saved from the flying, frozen water and Absinth only walked away. She was not tied down anywhere, she could go where she pleased but... but she was still sad. Was it so wrong to miss the company of others? Savor their body heat and wonder when they would ever seen another equine again? Another of the same species? Absinth had been alone for awhile, she had found herself alive and well on the beach one morning. That horrible... horrible boat ride had shaken her to her care. Oh poor Mandy! Her poor owner had sobbed and sobbed, clinging to her horse as the boat sank. Miss Mandy knew she had to get on that life boat and leave her best friend but it was almost impossible. Large men had to pry the fifteen year old girl's hands away from Absinth's neck as the boat slowly cascaded into the open ocean. They had been on a boat ride in Italy, going to see Mistress Mandy's grandparents. The poor girl cried in rapid italian, soon it turned to screams from far off as the boat quickly slid under. Those were the last things she heard. It was a dramatic story, yes. The dull gray mare had never thought in her wildest dreams that they would be seperated like that. Poor Mistress thought she was dead! Absinth could not leave with such sorrow, yet now it burdened her and all she wanted as to find the same species. Old scents had wafted into her gray tinged nares but no actual horses had ever showed up to greet her. Now, she was on a hunt. Glittering brown eyes scanned the horizon with new fire. She would find another horse, she would finally speak. Absinth knew quite a lot of english, she had to deal with those in horse shows around the world. No, she was no purebred but she was talented in western riding. Mistress Mandy took care of her, but it was really her mother who rode her. Mandy took the long way on the boat with Absinth, since she could not really fly. Mistress Annebelle took a plane. Finally, heart flying in chest, Absinth found another equine. Hopes flew as she galloped toward the equine, head low to indicate submission. The horse slowed to a halt, eyes scanning the mare before her in silent hope. Yet the pathetic hope was splattered all of her face. It was so obvious she was hopeful for a friend and it got away from her as Absinth spoke in rapid italian. "Un altro equino? Un cavallo!? Sei una parte di un gregge?" The mare suddenly realized what she was saying. "Italiano? English?" Absinth offered again, brown eyes swaying over the black paint's frame.

[sibber-chow]

The stallion’s legs carried him hastily through the forest as he swerved through the clusters of trees and thick shrubbery. His pace could not be slowed; not even by a misplaced log or hidden ditch. Bullet was far too determined to slow down for anything! And, he never would have even given the mares that occupied this forest a second glance had his raven companion, a fellow traitor of Rocas, not swooped down in his path. The hellion pulled to a halt as rapidly he could manage. The air was momentarily white with the snow sloshed up from beneath his hooves.

Bullet could hear his companion caw in complaint as it fell to the ground. The creature shook itself off bitterly as his beady black orbs glared up at the painted brute. “What!” Bullet snarled out, stomping an impatient hoof.

“Calm down, my friend,” he cooed. “I flew ahead. There are mares; surely you smell them.”

The stallion’s nostrils quivered as he bobbed his head with the same impatience, “yes, yes, what is your point?”

“Think this through. Sure, Phantom is preoccupied, but Char still has that brute at her side – Rune was it? You still need recruits to help you take back the throne. Orpheus and his herd would be fine enough, but you know he would want something from the deal. Here are two mares with no home…”

“Say no more,” Bullet murmured with a sly smirk. He lowered his crown so the feathered creature could perch itself between his ears. Without another word to his companion, he approached the females. His head was held at even height, neither submissive nor aggressive. “Hello, ladies,” he cooed gently as his deep brown eyes studied their reactions.

[Wolfie]

morrigan.

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xx. She was enjoying the silence of midday, until a roan mare interrupted her. The mare rapidly galloped towards her and stopped, sputtering words of a foreign language Morrigan understood. Morrigan's mother, Flemeth, knew fourteen different tongues - and taught each to Morrigan, be it against her will. Morrigan sighed deeply, rolled her eyes, glanced away, and spoke. No io non sono parte di nessun branco, e sì, io sono un cavallo, l'ultima volta che ho controllato. She looked the mare in the eye, and added I speak both, and twelve other languages, but that isn't important to you. She flicked her long, glossy tail, ridding it of many ivory white flakes of snow that annoyed her so. What is it you are needing of me? Or are you just here to bug me, to probe me of questions for your entertainment?

She waited for the grey roan to respond, when suddenly, yet another equine entered the ravine. Morrigan looked at the sky and again sighed. Surely her mother was up there laughing at her, sending these equines to bug her. Morrigan prefered listening to coversations from afar, in the deep shadows of the forrest, but now she was part of the conversation. The mare pricked her ears to the cocky stallion. Her ears swung back sleek against her neck, and she stepped back.
I am no lady. I am a witch at best. No, she wasn't a lady. She was a part of this forest, a part of the darkness and apart of the despair. She suddenly noticed the small beast sitting upon him. A raven, no doubt the one she had been admiring up close. Yet seeing it this close, she was not impressed. He was a traitor, not only to the equines of this land but to his own species. Mingling with horses? If she were a raven she'd be soaring far and high away from this damned isle, not living on it. Yet she did not bother asking about it.
And what is it you are wanting? I am not up for bidding, if that's what your here for. She snorted. I live here. I like it here. I don't intend on leaving.

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[bg=white][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,500,table] The mare's Italian stung, it really did. Absinth ducked her head, forelock lazily falling over her embarrassed brown pools. She had not meant to sound so stupid but she was rather excited to see the mare. "Oh. So sorry... I didn't mean to ah... very sorry...! I didn't mean to bother you." Absinth said slowly and quietly this time, raising her head with a bashful expression. Did horses not like her or something? Were all of the horses here mean? Did they resent outsiders? Gray and white roan stilts pranced backwards, the mare tossing her head up and wondering why this very pretty mare was acting so snotty? Was she jealous of Absinth's looks? Surely not! The black fae before her was blessed with much better looks than the skinny, petite filly that had just joined her. Maybe she just did not like other equines bothering her? That must have been it. "What is it you are needing of me? Or are you just here to bug me, to probe me of questions for your entertainment?" Embarrassment flooded into her again, the mare's face fell. Yes, Absinth must have bugged her. "S-s-sorry! I just... I was just... I mean..." She sputtered, eyes darting from the beautiful black mare to the dull ground until she finally found the words to describe what she wanted. "I'm... I'm new here and uh... I'm lost." Absinth admitted slowly, her expression turned from nervous to a full fledged grimace. "You don't have to help me or anything... I just... I smelled you and... ya know you're a horse so... I thought it would be idiotic not to try and ask for directions." The gray mare offered, the last of her sentence was full of hope, but she figured that this mare would not give her any kind of directions what so ever. "I don't... I didn't feel safe alone so I smelled you and... well..." She had a habit of trailing off. “Hello, ladies,” Absinth leaped and landed awkwardly on her hooves again. The young mare let out a snort of surprise, shaking her head. A stallion was approaching, a dark and evil looking bird perched on top of his head. Absinth stepped backwards, nearly tripping over a nearby rock. She could only imagine the malicious intentions that had swirling up in his paint head. The young mare's eyes were clouded with fear. She pranced backwards, head low, ears pinned backward, she stood behind the black mare. Yes it was... kind of stupid. She knew the black mare did not like her but she was terrified of wild stallions! All of the male horses that she ever talked to were gelded and happy go lucky things. All of the stallions she had ever talked to only paid attention to the mares, fought with each other, and one had even attempted to breed her when Mandy had left her alone with him in the pasture to go get a drink. Sometimes Mistress Mandy was kind of... stupid. And what is it you are wanting? I am not up for bidding, if that's what your here for. She snorted. I live here. I like it here. I don't intend on leaving. Absinth appreciated the black mare's harsh words toward the stallion, her ears still pinned back toward him. It was sort of a filly thing, she was looking for a protection figure. A mother figure for now. Abbi knew very well that this black mare would not alone her to stay with her, she would soon make Absinth go away. The gray filly did not care at the time, she only prayed the stallion would go away and leave her alone. "G-g-go a-away." Absinth tried to snap, but her voice shook with terror of the big beast. So she was a little timid... but she also felt her flirtatious side coming on. She did not want to abandon her timid side but she also loved the attention from stallions. 'No, he is no good toward you. Don't do this to yourself. Stop acting bipolar!' Absinth decided she had best remain timid, she had much more time in her life to be flirtatious.

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