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Post by L Y N X ! on Jan 31, 2011 23:45:31 GMT -5
To say it at the least, it was all her fault. Had she of left when Erik had told her to, this would never of happened. But then again, why was she mourning her vanity when she could have so easily lost her precious son as well? Though he probably hated her now, she couldn't spare a thought of losing him. Wasn't that the thought of every mother? She had only wanted to help, and perhaps craved his affection. Her two previous sons were both torn for her at a sufferable age, but Erik was never taken from her, and yet it seemed he had no feelings for her, only for his twin, Chrissy. She had saught the chance to prove herself to him, and only failed and humilated herself in the process. It was obvious she would never be able to live it down. That one sliver of hope had slipped out of her grasp, and now she was left to wallow in her own mistakes, evidence now imprinted heavily on her skin.
Now that she thought of it, she wished she had never cast herself to sea and wound up on this god-damned island. She had gone through so much here, and perhaps would have been the same horse she was when she first arrived here than she was now. Life would be less sufferable back at home. But now she couldn't really call it home - home was where your heart is, and her heart was certainly with Masquerade. Oh, how she loved him so. She couldn't imagine her life without him - though they weren't the clingy-stick-together sort of couple, it was always comforting to know that someone loved her, somewhere. The thought of her mate couldn't help but bring a slight cheer to her damp mood. He loved her for who she was, not what she looked like.
But Lynx couldn't help but take another look at herself in the pool of water she stood in for what seemed like the thousandth time today, trying to remember a time when she was completely unblemished. Faded pink bite-marks decorated along her throat, some of them quite close to her jugular. Various slashes were thrown around in random places on her bodice, but the thing that stood out the most on her chestnut pelt was the severe burns. It had healed for the most part, but flesh on her right shoulder and right side of her face had been burned severely under a Zuden's flame. As she stared back at her forest green eyes, she felt a fresh wave of remorse. Had this really what she had become?
The arab scowled in discust, shaking her head in disaproval before slapping the water with her hoof, disturbing the surface and causing her reflection to ripple. She turned herself away before the water could settle again, stomping out of the knee-deep pond and onto the small shore. The forest was oddly silent today, as if it were missing something. It made the mare feel a bit at ease, her eyes scanning the forest with wary eyes. Nothing appeared to be dangerous, so with a sigh the mare quietly wound her way through the density of the trees, the cold air nipping at her dripping legs. Her vision was oddly distorted, and she had to blink several times to correct herself. She still hadn't gotten used to the fact that she was colorblind in her eye where the fire had reached.
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Post by Vel on Feb 1, 2011 11:50:16 GMT -5
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Masquerade had heard about the battle in Fuoco between those damned Zunden, Erik, and his mate. The stallion tried not to worry about it, Lynx was strong and could take care of herself. Plus, she had Erik with her. He could protect her, probably even more so than Masquerade could. The questions was did he even try? He knew the young stallion was very different. It was almost as if he could not love anything. Masquerade knew that he was fond of Chrissy, and that was probably the capacity to which he could love. There was only room in his heart for one, and his twin sister had taken that spot. It was shame.
Masquerade had changed so much over they years, opening his heart to new things, new horses. He loved his family. Why couldn't his son do the same? It was a shame really. Masquerade didn't even refer to Erik as his son. To Masquerade, Erik was just another horse. He would have loved to have a son who would follow him around and aspire to be like him. As much as he hated to admit it, Erik was nothing like him. He was so smart. Too smart in fact. Masquerade often wondered where he got that from. It wasn't that Lynx was a not a smart mare, she was smarter than Masquerade as well, but Erik was some level of intelligence that neither of them could ever hope to achieve. He was certainly an oddity. Not to mention the fact that Masquerade believed him to have some kind of mental issues, but what did he know about the workings of one's mind? Nothing.
The stallion snorted as he picked up a faint trace of Lynx's scent. She was here?! His audits perked as he slowly walked forward, in the direction he believed her to be. Thank the Lord she was safe. His worst fear was that he had lost her to those fiery demons. It was bad enough that he had their blood running through his veins, but to have another love lost to them? It would destroy him. He had not thought about Rosabella for years, but now with his new fear akin to when he had been with her, he couldn't stop thinking about what could have been. But why did it matter now? That was so long ago in the past that she was nothing but a faint memory. Rosabella was just a name he was holding onto now. With each passing day it took him longer and longer to put a face to that name. the only thing he could place with that name now was a dark brown mane, eyes to match, and a feeling of a love once lost. Nothing more. He was sure that in another year he could not even associate those things with the name.
Masquerade's mismatched optics finally settled on a chestnut form in the distance. He lifted his maw and let out a happy whinny as he trotted up to her. "Lynx!" he called with a smile on his face. He seemed to do that a lot now; smile. The smile did not even falter when he saw her wounds. He was just so glad that she was alive he did not have time to notice anything else about her other than her mere presence.
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Music: Time is Running Out - The Section Quartet + Love Me Dead - Ludo
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Post by *~`cHEsHirE!i!cHEetAH`~* on Feb 3, 2011 19:12:53 GMT -5
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Raven walked into the dense forest. She really knew much of the place, but the cover of the forest was great. Something the Belle Valle didn't have too much of. She looked around, the snow has begun to wear down a lot, and ice was completely melted. She was glad to see that things were growing again. Her own crystalline eyes could almost see every single bud on the trees. Her eyes went forward, to see Creed, the foal now her own, prancing through much easier navigation through the very thin spots of snow on the ground. She felt a smile grow on her face. He had a way to do that to her. She could help but cherish him like he was her own. "Do not go to far now, Creed." She spoke to the air, as she watched the foal move further in front of her. She felt the small toughs of winter fur still on her move in the small amount of self created wind of her drafty body. She now began to trot, her feathers flowing with her rhythmically, catching to to Creed, as she began to smell unfamiliar smells of other equines.
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OOC: *Sarcastic* Perfect music for lovable Raven!
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Post by Storeh on Feb 3, 2011 20:00:40 GMT -5
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The quivering form of the colt raced with energy beyond normal comprehension through the tangling woven trails created by the trees. Mind registered the audios given by Raven, and they were digested immediatly, ears pricking to listen to the steady growing beat of her hooves. They were something of familiarity, what he always found comfort in. A small squeal left his maw as a jovial buck was made, thin ankles kicking toward the sky as the little foal merely enjoyed the spoiling splendors of the afternoon. Drawing his gaits into a showy prance, a large grin consumed his features as the little brush of whipcord swayed with the beats of his hooves.
A giggle coaxed from his throat as the leggy colt trotted alongside the dwarfing shadow cast by the mare at his side. Shaking out the mixed-colored mane with a small toss of head, striped legs reached from the ground in a little jump before the paint settled into an easy trot beside his guardian, gaits jumping to faster paces always to be ease back to their normal collection. No need to make her worry.
The little joys where heightened by the warmth of the rays beating upon his patched pelting, for with the shelter provided by the surrounding trees, he was quite warm in this place. It made less time for the shivering of winter, and more time for the play of spring. Smile grew once more at the thought of the days ahead with Raven at his side. His mom.
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Post by L Y N X ! on Feb 5, 2011 19:31:34 GMT -5
 Lynx
His voice was like a beacon of light among fog, banishing some of her horrible mood the minute she heard him call her name. She grinned, her head turning to greet the black stallion as she spotted him a distance away. She heisitated, at the slightest, but his face held no signs of discust or revulsion at her newly appeared scars. That sent a small tremor of relief down the poor mare's spine, and immediatly after she turned and sprang towards her mate, closing the distance between them with a swift gait and slightly skidding to a hault as she came upon them, her eyes alight. The joyous smile on his face couldn't help but make her grin, happy that he was here. One of her greatest fears was not being able to see her mate again.
It was sort of funny on how much she came to love him. At first, she thought nothing of him other than that he was a mongrel and burden to society, the way he plagued innocent mares with his brood. After she finally met him in Aro's lands, she didn't quite like him much then either, but it was obvious he had changed from his previous ways, and she had to give him a shot as she ran away from him away from that hellish place. What had made her reject returning home to Lassan? To her son Taren waiting there, desperate for news of his mother and her estranged situation? Once she thought about it now, there was nothing holding her back to coming home. But maybe perhaps, that there was nothing left for her there. Taren was all grown up, he didn't need her anymore, and Lassan would never be anything more than a good friend. If she had stayed there then, she would have been the dulliest of creatures in her own mind eye, not bearing the scars of life that defined her all now, though they had physically impared her once beautiful appearance. Needless to say, Lynx was glad that she rebelled, and took a chance on the masked stallion.
Green eyes softening, the mare stepped forward to nuzzle Masquerade, breathing in his musky scent, finding comfort in its familiarity. She peered up at him with mild curiousity, trying to find something to say. But she was saved, however, from the distant sound of a pair of horses shuffling through the wood. The arab turned her head toward the source of the sound and pricked her ears before flattening them, cringing towards Masquerade, pelt prickling in nervous fear. What if it was those demons, coming after her to finish the job? Normally Lynx wouldn't feel afraid at all in her own home, but her bravery brought up by the threat faced against her son had taken a lot out of her, mentally and physically both alike, and paranoia had taken over. "Whose there!" she demanded, her voice sharp, but her body language proving otherwise.
ooc: :3
music: Forget It & Breakdown & Lights Out by Breaking Benjamin
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Post by Vel on Feb 6, 2011 11:49:30 GMT -5
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Masquerade smiled as he saw her jogging up to him. She had missed him as well it seemed. They weren't a normal horse couple, like those in herds who were always together. They would part their own separate ways for a while and meet up again a day or two later. No matter how much Masquerade had changed, he still liked being by himself. He supposed it was just because of how he had always been. He had never really cared much to be fondled over, or constantly have someone with him for emotional comfort. Most of the time being alone was pleasant enough. It gave him time to think and do as he pleased without being annoyed by anyone else.
The ivory masked stallion returned the gesture as Lynx stretched out her muzzle to nuzzle him. "I'm s'glad you're alrigh'. I was actually worried 'bout you." It was only then that he noticed the missing fur and overly pink skin. Burn marks. they might deter some horses away, which he couldn't see why, for they were nothing but smooth, pink skin where fur would never grown back again. A few other spots on her body had marks from hooves and teeth, as well as a couple more places where the fire had licked her hide. Some looked like they would heal with the aid of time, whereas others were as healed as they would ever hope to be. If theses were the only injuries she had received, she was more than lucky. Had Erik gotten away this lucky too? Masquerade couldn't help but worry about the stallion even though they had no relationship whatsoever.
Audits flicked as faint hoof beats sounded in the distance. Visitors. Mismatched eyes flicked to the Arab as she demanded to know who was there. "Calm down Lynx." Masquerade said gently. "They're ligh' footfalls, pro'ably a mare an' 'er foal." he said with a shrug of his shoulders. Masquerade had been around long enough to be able to tell something about another horse just from their hoof beats. It had served him well, especially back in his... younger days.
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Post by *~`cHEsHirE!i!cHEetAH`~* on Feb 6, 2011 14:42:32 GMT -5
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Raven slid to a stop quickly as she heard speak of another equines. She turned to Creed, and spoke "Come here, please."
She said. She knew he would stand back behind her larger body. She poked her large, yellow and painted white head out into the ever so slight clearing, black edge ears point forward, seeing the two horses. "Sorry for disturbing you. Just passing through. Do not be alarmed, please."
She spoke loud enough for the two of them. She saw the two, though she didn't see them in disgust. Yes she could see the odd colors of the stallion. Yes she could see the scars that marred the mare. But she could never judge one by that, but she stood steady, knowing they may be dangerous. Raven simply nodded, and started to walk away, turning to look to Creed to let him know she was ready for them to step away.
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OOC: (Um.... Raven is a drafty build, so I don't think her steps are the quiet, but not extremely loud like she's so kind of giant. XD
Again... Perfect music I choose to listen to while typing her up.)
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Post by Storeh on Feb 6, 2011 19:59:48 GMT -5
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The halting that had been called by the mare Raven still folded within his ears as the spindly colt stood with attention beside her looming frame, carefully shivering with the wonder of circumstance. Very rarely did his guardian call to him, and when she did there was indeed a need for such occurances. The small length of his tail thrashed uneasily as the observational oculars studied the mare as she announced their presence to others. Another quake shivered along the patchwork linings of his pelting, drawing splintering thoughts that he himself was all too quick to dismiss.
Little dished nostrils flared, catching something but it was almost too muddled with other senses for the young equine to decipher. There must be a hundred of them! Unknowingly, he leaned closer to Raven, wanting protecting from the mental image his own mind had conjured. However, the fear was soon replaced by curiosity.
All too quickly, the mare turned to move on, making Creed almost want to protest this. Couldn't he look? See? He wanted to know! Yet, that was dangerous, and he gave out a little melodic goodbye, as loud as he dared make it, and took the aimed step to retreat after the former. There was so much he did not know, but wanted to. Though he was not as foolish to think that it was not a danger to himself.
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