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Angelex

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.X. Thick tendrils of steam curl from her curvy body, dissolving into the crisp air, while sweat trickled down her muscled pistons and was sponged into the ground. Lost. Yes, that's what she was. Lost in these damned woods, pissed off in these damned woods, breathless, in these damned woods. Lost was okay, really, because who isn't lost in life, one time or another? Nares flared, mist poured from from the slits as she breathed deep, unable to properly catch her breath after the lung-bursting run, in out, in out, chest heaving up and down rapidly. Harks ringing, she tramped her way through the dark, reaching forest, vines tangling themselves around her ivory cannon bones, the screams of the doomed worming into her ticking mind. Don't stop don't stop don't stop, the lyrics pulsed, pushed, prodded, her on, making her go faster, faster, faster. She needed to get away. She needed to run. But to where? Crashing through the underbrush, the golden champagne femme fatal suddenly slid to a stop, forehead pressed against the rough trunk of a Maple tree, and curse wildly, over and over. Lost. So fucking lost. Where does this maze end? Does it end? So many questions! Her head was going to blow up. Her brains were going to paint the canopy above. Swerving away from the obstacle before her, Angelex continued on with her loud rampage, maneuvering her 16h bodice over fallen logs, bushes, and ditches that stood in her way. Don't stop don't stop don't stop, running, pumping, faster. She must go faster. Push it to the limit. She must get out. She must be found. Oh god, had she already come this way? No, she couldn't have! Wait, maybe she did..... Nonononono! Absolutely not acceptable! Rushing. River. The sound of a river. No, maybe it's her erratic heart beat. Is it? Gush gush gush, a stream! Of course! The icy water splashed against her worn saucers, stopping the breathless fae once more. Unable to drink for fear that she would colic, Angelex lowered herself to her rising and falling side, snorting loudly as the spring water smoothed oily sweat from her skin.

.X. Her mind whirled as she thought, the cold having cleared her head, sharpened her thoughts, and numbed her body. Never being much of a happy-go-lucky equine, Angelex's past shadowed her personality, always having been Daddy's little prize, Mommy's little guard, being pushed and prodded into a perfect example of over-control. Pain and pleasure, despair and bliss, fear and power, hate and love, all these thing had tied in with her soul, battered her spirit until she was a sour little bitch who was so distrusting of everyone but herself that she would rather die than get help if she was hurt. She had been used..... used up, not a drop left for her own purposes, no ink for writing, no blood in her veins. Driven mad. Insane. Wrong. Right. What's the difference? Their just words. Words words words! Life revolves around words! Words that make you pissed, words that make you happy, words that blow smoke up your ass. More words! When is it going to end? ....Well, there is always suicide to consider, but she had only been wandering her way on Earth for five years, five, short, measly years, not enough time, never enough time... Angelex struggled to her knees and rolled onto her other side with a splash, sighing deeply when the cool liquid quenched her fiery flesh. She had been running for so long, an hour? A day? A week? Time was lost on her, but it's not like it really mattered, life is for living, not for planning. It doesn't even matter how you act, how you feel, how you think, as long as you live, as long as you stick out the ride. Get into deeper shit than you really mean to and live with it! At least, that is her opinion anyways, ignore whatever hell others throw at you and live in your own private heaven, then when you die you know that you didn't do anything wrong. She inched her way back onto her knees and took little sips from the stream, feeling the water run down her parched throat and splash into her stomach, thankful that she had found the little trickled of water on her blind charge. "Oh god..." She mumbled, watching as the forage up the stream a little ways moved, frozen with fear, knowing that she would not be able to run without her muscles seizing up. Don't notice me, don't notice me, the thought is like a chant in her head, maybe if she thinks it enough it will come true and whatever if shaking the forest up ahead will take no notice of her.... Ignore me, ignore me.....

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[bg=#9ba2ac] Spring. Damn. This had to be the worst time of the year in Phantom's opinion. She used to love spring and everything that came with it, but now it was a time she hated, dreaded even. That hate for the season had all started this year. Spring was when foals were born. Phantom was pregnant. Anyone with half a brain could put the two together. In other words, Phantom hated the creature that was inside her. She wanted to get rid of it as soon as possible. She knew it would be just another week or so until the vile being would be born into this world. Her plan was to leave it after it was born. She wanted no part of its life. Oh yes, she had thought about killing it, but why kill it? It had done nothing to her except live. Plus, she could not kill anything that hadn't, in some way, attacked her first. So the plan was just to leave it and who ever stopped along and found it could do whatever they pleased with it. That made her feel so much better. The Arab smacked her dry lips a couple of times, realising how thirsty she really was. With and exasperated sigh and a flattening of her audits, she broke into a slow jog in search of some water. Another thing the mare hated about carrying this wretched life inside her was how much it slowed her down and hindered her movements. Phantom was a warrior, not some old brood nag whose only service to the herd was to produce more members and warriors. No. Her job was to lead the warriors, to train them for battle. She was the only known female on the island to command an army. Phantom was not like other mares. Not by a long shot. Normally, at fist glance (and when not in foal), Phantom was often mistaken for a stallion. She carried herself like one and had all the subtle mannerisms of one. She had even been told a few times she did not even carry the scent of mare. None of this bothered Phantom like it would most mares. In fact, she prided herself on her likeness to a male. It earned her more respect and stopped stupid stallions from flirting with her. Her gender was only known to others when they got close to her, or heard her speak. Her voice was surprisingly pleasant, but very harsh all at the same time. Phantom could be very assertive and spiky when speaking. She was often sarcastic and would always make her thoughts known. In other words, to shorten everything that had just been described, she was far from lady-like. Beside her rather... unique personality, she wasn't much to see anymore. When she had first come this island years ago she was gorgeous. Even worse, she knew she was gorgeous. She had come from a prestigious breeding farm in the south of England where she had been born, raised, and trained to be a high level jumper, which was surprising for her relatively small size. All of that was ruined after spending her years here, on Isola Dei Dei, as a warrior. Her mane and tail were now knotted and ripped in some spots (some areas would never grown back to their once beautiful, luscious tendrils of ivory mane and tail). Her once unscathed bodice was now covered in many random scars. Her legs had suffered the most, some spots bearing skin where fur would never grow back. Her beautiful face had been marred in battles as well. In other words, she really did look like an old, unpleasant nag. The mare heaved out another sigh as she detected the sound of rushing water. Good. She didn't have to go far. It only took a few more seconds until she emerged from the shadows of the budding forest into the illuminated clearing where there was a stream running through. She was so thirsty. She quickly bent her head down and indulged in all the cool water had to offer. When she had quenched her thirst, she moved into the water, just to feel the cold rush by her, making her feel alive and alert like she did when in battle. She briefly shut her chocolate orbs until she realised she was far from alone. The Arab's optics snapped open and narrowed on the mare who was standing just a few strides downstream. Phantom mentally cursed herself for not noticing her before. For all she knew she could have been attacked by now. As she watched the other mare, she didn't look like a threat at all. One surprising thing about the little white mare was that she was much, much stronger than she appeared to be. She had taken down, and successfully killed, stallions twice her size. She was not someone to be messed with.

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Angelex

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.X. Her joints ached, her hooves hurt, and she couldn't stop shivering. What a mess! Slowly, like an old brood, Angelex stood on her sore feet, a frown down turning her velveteen, and stared hard toward the bushes. Why had she bathed in the glacier stream when she knew the cold would seep into her bones and make her stiff? She braced herself shakily, eyes narrowed, nares flared, water droplets dripping from her chilled body, and snorted as loudly as she could. The damp golden fae could not look any less fierce, actually, she looked like a mess, Angelex wouldn't be able to fight off a rabbit, much less a blood-lusting equine. Stumbling backward as quickly as she dared, tripping and wobbling along the rocky stream bed, to get away from the rustling bushes.... When a grey head appeared.

.X. The mare was pregnant, and oblivious to Angelex, it seemed, as she wandered down to the trickling water and gulped heavily. Eyes wide, she stood as still as can be, frozen half-step, not even breathing for fear that she would be noticed. Don't look don't look don't look, the thought was a chant in her head, like if she called out silently enough it would become true. The round dove didn't even cast a glance at the petrified champagne one, just hung her head with a nasty, unsettled look on her Arab face and drank, seemingly displeased with the situation she was in. Taking in this horse before her, Angelex realized that she was so battle scarred that she would have mistaken her for a stud if the telltale signs of a foal didn't bulge at her belly, actually, she would have taken her for more than just a normal stag, she probably would have thought of her as a Lead, which was never good. Scarred, ripped, and even hairless in some places, she was mangy, to say the least, but seemed to have possessed great beauty at some time, there was an air about her that suggested power and dominance, both things Angelex did not have in great reserves. Unable to run, unable to move, she slowly, slowly placed her hoof down in the stream and backed up another step. Wrong move, she was now noticed.

.X. Shit! Cursing herself, Angelex glowered at the mare, at least trying to throw up some what of a defense so to not seem like a submissive hag. Hesitating before speaking, she locked her knees and held her head a little higher, still dripping, still standing uncomfortably in the stream. "W-what?" Lips loose, the word was sharper than she had intended, not reflecting her quaking emotions at all and filling her with surprise. At least the mare is pregnant, she thought sarcastically, harks pinned flat against her skull despite the annoying itch on her poll that she was desperate to scratch. [/center]

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occ/ no muse at the moment
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[bg=#9ba2ac] Phantom's first instinct was to flatten her ears at the mare once she spoke, but after the words she sharply stammered out, Phantom's audits flicked back up. There was no threat here. That was her biggest issue. She was always on guard, never knowing who, or what, might be out there lurking in the shadows, waiting to attack her. Her paranoia was not wasted. In fact, it had saved her life, and the life of others around her, more than once. "Nothing." she answered in an equally sharp tone. "I just didn't know what to expect. Its not often I come across a horse as quiet unless they intend to butcher me." the ivory mare informed. Why in the world was she telling this to this mare who she had never met or spoken to before in her life? The mare shook her head in anger at herself. This was not like her. It had to be what that damn foal was doing to her. She had felt different ever since she had been carrying it. Normally Phantom never really spoke to other horses, but when she did she was certain to let them know what she wanted. She was not one to beat around the bush, never had been and most certainly never will. this mare had just caught her off guard, that was all. Her head was fuzzy. She had a feeling that when this foal was out of her all would be normal once again. Now if this had been a normal day for the Arab, she would have been out looking for horses to take back to the small, devastated her she lived in. It had once been a full herd, a thriving herd of horses who were eager to pursue life's greatest challenges. Now she was left with nothing but a child leading her, who Phantom had to protect from the filly's own brother so he didn't take over the herd. Char, the filly leading now, was the only legitimate heir, Bullet was just a jealous colt who thought he should have the land. The rest of the herd had died in a tragic battle with a Zunden. Every warrior, including Phantom's lover Anil, had been brutally slaughtered. Just a few herd members had survived, including Phantom. Her leaders had died, leaving their child Char and Fiana, the lead mare's, younger son Bullet. Phantom almost felt as if it were her herd now since she advised Char on how to run everything. It really was a tedious task, especially since she was pregnant now.

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Angelex

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.X. Well, someones snarky, Angelex thought sarcastically, relaxing only slightly before shifting onto one of the banks. Staring hard at the grey mare, she lowered her skull back to it's normal position slowly, like if she moved too fast a bomb would explode. "Butcher you? Have you seen my physical condition?" She scoffed, harks tipped slightly sideways in an interested manner. Who was this mare? Why was she so.... menacing? Where did she come from? What compelled her to stand there and talk? Head spinning, the champagne fae coughed weakly and heaved a shuttered sigh, so tired from her run, so sore from her bath, and so confused from everything.

.X. All she really wanted to do was run, run away from this stranger, run away from her problems, run away from her life..... But she can't, she couldn't, she wouldn't, for various reasons. How could she run from anything, everything, while she was like this? Insanity! No amount of adrenaline could get her to trot, she would surely break apart into a million tiny pieces if she merely moved! For gods sake, she felt like an old bag! All creaky bones and bad attitude, like her mother! Oh, what an appalling thought, Angelex like her Mother?! That, she promised, would never, ever happen, as long as she lived. The world didn't need another bitch like the bay one who had raised her, in fact, the world could do without Angelex herself at some times!

.X. Should she say something...? Or... well.... at the moment she was just staring at her unexpected visitor with blank eyes, dead to the world. "Well then.... I'm uh- Angelex..." A sour sneer crossed her facade, "A little bit of Angel, a little bit of Toxic." The sneer dissolved when the sentence ended, leaving a bitter-sweet taste in her mouth and a poisonous ringing in her ears. It was true, her Father had wanted to call her Toxic, while her Mother had wanted to call her Angel, so they combined the names into a make shift word, one that she would hold dear in her heart for her whole life; Angelex.[/center]

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[bg=#9ba2ac] Phantom raised her brow in an amused fashion as the pale mare scoffed at her. "Yes, I have seen your condition." she replied sharply, raising her head a bit. "From my personal experience in this dismal world, looks can be quite deceiving." she noted. Over her time on this island Phantom had come across many horses that were in this mares state, or worse. She had let her guard down around them, expecting them just to be horses passing by, wishing no harm to anyone. She had been proven wrong a good two thirds of the time. Phantom figured it was good for her. It was what made her so vigilant and observant to everything, and everyone, around her. She now always was ready to fight if she needed when she met new horses. The mare's chocolate optics drifted down to the water that she was now standing in. It really was peaceful here. The sound of the swiftly moving water, the birds carrying on their sing song conversations in the trees, the chatter of rodents, even the sound of the small breeze through the trees. It was all very serene. It was something to be cherished in these times when the island was in chaos. It reminded Phantom of a better day, before those damned Zunden decided to reclaim their land, and attempt to reclaim 'their' island. There had been many battles with the Zunden recently. They seemed to be getting out of hand; growing stronger and stronger each day. Phantom could tell there was something approaching; a storm, a battle to end it all, or even to start something new. When ever that day came she would be ready. The only problem was to deal with the issue of the foal, and then build up her army. Her herd was very small, and they desperately needed members. Luckily, for her and her herd, they had quite a few allies who had agreed to, when the time came, turn their warriors over to Phantom for her to command. Orbs flicked back to the mare as she introduced herself as Angelex. Phantom couldn't help but smirk at the mare's sneer at her next words, explaining her interesting name. "That's a rather unique name." Phantom commented. After a few seconds of silence, Phantom figured she should put the mare at ease and give her her own calling as well. "Phantom." she said with a short bob of her head. "Lead warrior of Terra de Rocas." Horses on this island, if they had any position in their herd at all, always gave it. It wasn't to gloat, or to flaunt their status in some way, it was just how things had always been; state your name then state your title if you had one.

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.X. Unique, such an interesting word. Sort of like perfect or normal, what is their meaning? Everyone is unique, so the word is but a syllable, perfection is nothing, no one, everyone, everything, it is a sound cast through the air, and normal..... there is no words to describe this single word. Ironic. She loved irony, it dripped like the tears of the world, scene after seen of pure irony! Much like sarcasm actually, and she loved sarcasm as well. Just the tainted feel of the lyrics resonating in her head made her body feel as light as the stars, like she could fly away, up up up, into the night sky. Gravity is something that everyone wants to be free of one moment or another in their life, to be able to float along without a care in the world..... soar high above the trees and into the air filled void that continued forever. But alas, gravity had it's steel hands holding them to the ground, fighting it did no good, it is an unseen force, like battling an enemy blind folded and gagged, useless.

.X. Angelex shifted uneasily while the mare replied to her first statement, her tone authoritative, sharp, and lowered her head to sip from the gurgling stream, not fully quenched yet. So very true, looks can be deceiving, lying like their embodied host, tough to judge or read like an open book, something most did not want to be. Angelex herself was a good fighter when she wasn't shaking, not the best out there, but good enough to throw down some horses, but this mare was obviously a fighter to the core, rough and tumble, and could easily beat her despite the hight difference. Of course, neither were in any condition to even land a few bites, one femme was hypothermic and the other was pregnant, hardly your dynamic duo, no matter how much experience. All she wanted to do was rest... but she didn't know if she could trust this mare not to waddle over and crush her windpipe while she was folding up her legs and getting comfortable, but you couldn't blame her really, trusting was something that she was horrible at. Locking her knees, Angelex let her seized muscles rest as much as they could while upright, cocking a back hoof and flicking her wet tail out behind her, sending droplets catapulting through the air.

.X. "I hardly think so, my lovely parents were nothing but unoriginal when it came to names." She sighed, a ghost of a smile tipping her velveteen upward for a short second. She listened intently as the mare stated her name, Phantom, and her position. Lead Warrior, well, that would explain all the scars and patches, no one can be a warrior without getting scratched and battered most of the time, even when there wasn't a war going on. "I don't think I've ever seen such a.... studly mare before, if you don't mind me pointing out. Nor have I seen one with such a high title." If she had eyebrows they would be raised, but equines do not have such exquisite features, so she merely widened her amber orbs in respect. Suddenly, wave after wave of crippling grief knocked the young fae to her knees as images of her dead filly bombed the darkness that lay beyond her eye lids, bang bang bang, like wounds from a gun. Over and over.... why wouldn't it stop? But sweet Beltrixa... her sweet, innocent Bel.... Barely three hours old, lying stiff and dead on the floor of a cave. Dead. Such a final word, it made every mortal quiver in fear and every immortal laugh to cover up their racing emotions. Dead. There was no way for her to come back.... No way to get her darling Bel back.... but... what if? Could it happen? Would it happen? Did this Phantom mare even want this foal...? She had said that she was a warrior, and warrior's never had any need for the darling youngsters.... But it was so rude to just ask... Should she risk it? "I'm sorry...." She sniffed, struggling back onto her feet unsteadily. Summoning all of her courage, Angelex just blurted out what was on her mind, "....It's just, your pregnant and...." Way to state the obvious, she thought irritably, cursing herself, but plowed on, "do you want the foal? I don't mean to sound rude or anything but.... Your a Warrior and, well, you get it, of course." So nervous, why was she so nervous? Oh god, did she sound like a total bitch? ....Oh she did, didn't she? Awkwardly, Angelex gazed upon the mare, feeling suddenly withdrawn and exposed for this Phantom creature to see. She only hoped that this scarred equine didn't run from her nervous stumble of words, but she couldn't help it....[/center]

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[bg=#9ba2ac] At least her parents named her. Phantom was named by the humans on the farm where she was born. Her mother was just a brood, not very motherly. She was just enough of a mother until Phantom was old enough to be on her own and her dam had a another child on the way. As for her father, he apparently was from some other farm in another country. At least this mare had parents who named her and probably loved her, even if it was just a bit. Horses who lived with humans had long since forgotten that they named their own children, they just let humans do the work for them. Phantom glanced down at the ground with a smirk on her face at Angelex's next statement. She had heard that so many times before. Sometimes looking, smelling, and acting like a stallion diverted attention from her, making sure she wasn't the object of hormonal stallions' affections. Most mares would be shocked and appalled to be called stallion-like. Not Phantom. To her it was a compliment. She certainly was a very unique mare. "Yes..." she drew out. "I get that statement a lot. Mind you, it doesn't bother me." she reassured the mare with a softer spoken statement. "I guess the leaders of my herd thought that I was different than the other mares they came across. They liked my fighting spirit and appointed me lead warrior." she explained. Phantom had a very fiery personality and did not take nonsense from anyone. She was unusually strong for a mare, bringing down stallions twice her size. She was a true fighter and always made sure that justice was brought to the table. She put her heart fully into her position; it was her life. Perhaps that is why they chose her to do what she does. The mare flicked her eyes back to the mare in front of her as she began to speak again. She then looked to her own swollen stomach and back up. Phantom was silent for a moment, lost in her own mind. "Honestly? I don't want to have anything to do with the little creature." she spat venomously. Phantom did not like children, she never had and probably never would. This foal was a curse to her. To other mares this would be a blessing, something to be happy about. Perhaps Phantom really was a unique mare. "I just wish it would be gone already so I can get back to my life, you know?" Phantom said gloomily. She still could not fathom as to why she was telling Angelex all of this. Perhaps it was because she had been with no one but herself for a good month. She had gone back to her land every now and then, but she would just go back to bring news, get information, or occasionally bring back a new warrior or herd member. Now she was here with someone willing to talk to her. She also found something a bit interesting about this mare. Most mares who Phantom talked to initially thought that she was a stallion and only wanted her for, well, obvious purposes. Mares seemed to turn away other lone mares, only looking for a man in their life. What made Angelex different was that she actually wanted to talk to Phantom.

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.X. She smiled lightly, relieved that Phantom wasn't pissed about her statement, actually, she seemed sort of smug, happy. Angelex had already taken somewhat of a liking to the scarred mare, she understood much better than most horses what rejection and loneliness felt like, having been abandoned more times than she could count, and the threat of being different. Different is something frowned upon by a large percentage of equines, but different was special in her mind, separate from the air-head doves and glowering studs, something to be treasured. Both mares were very, very separate from anyone else, one being more of a stallion than a mare, the other so used to disappointment and death that she should be an empty shell, but Angelex had a much more personality than she knew what to do with.

.X. "You are very different, Phantom, I can see that already." She spoke softly, yet her words rang in her head like bells, the tone holding a velvet quality, reassurance, but who it was meant for was a question. Being of a caring nature, one may think it was a mistake that Angelex was a Dark, but she had hidden reserves of rage and torment, cuts that ran deep into her soul, slicing her in half.... It was no mistake, mind you, that she was with the Darks, poison had seeped into her veins during her years and coiled there like a viper, just waiting for one moment of weakness that it could take advantage of. Uncontrollable was a good word to describe Angelex when her hurt shone through, she would beat another to death if there was no distraction or no one to stop her, then she would mangle the carcass and trot away like nothing happened. Only after a handful of hours would the pain of what she had done kidnap her conscience, send her reeling into despair and anxiety, kill her slowly for days until she got over it and recovered. It was like rehab, see, letting her guard down was like a junkie sticking a needle in his arm, it happened, you detoxed, you got over it and moved on. Then it happened again, you detoxed, you got over it and moved on. An endless cycle, around and around. That is the world, around and around like a top, spinning out of control.

.X. Angelex had never liked any of the other foals when she was growing up, they made fun of her, taunted and teased until she exploded. Really, she didn't mind the teasing, but it was when she blew up that really put her off the whole social scene, more than once another babe had gotten seriously injured, but she couldn't stop, she didn't want to beat them, tears would roll down her cheeks while she kicked and bit, but she just couldn't stop... Then it would be over and her father would be wailing on her, slam slam slam, his hooves would crack bones, his teeth would draw blood, his words would coax more tears, but he couldn't stop either, until her mother was lunging at him and trying to rip out his jugular, screaming that it was done, thats enough, don't kill her. Then they would go at each other for what seemed like hours, battle cries streaking through the air, tickling her young harks while she curled into a bloody ball and sobbed silently, trying to become as small as possible, trying to disappear. It never worked, she was always there after the fight while her father lied down beside her and whispered apologies, nudging his creation with a crimson muzzle, begging for her to forgive him. Angelex would say the words that soon just became sounds to her, I forgive you, but she never meant it. Never had she forgiven him, not once out of the many times he had used her as a war toy, not a single time. She should have, she should have forgiven but not forgot, she could never forget.

.X. Angelex reached out with her neck, stretching the muscles slowly, as to not tear one, before taking another sip of water. "I can see how that would be best for you, having a small foal follow you into battle is nothing close to ideal." She sighed, nodding somberly. It would be a wreck to have a mother on the battle field and the foal to follow her, it would be killed quickly, most likely trampled, and die painfully at a young age.... Not something you would wish upon even your most hated children. An inconvenience in the eyes of all warriors, especially mares, to be a parent, a very big one at that, but to be a lead warrior and with foal? Unfair and cruel to both mother and foal. "All thing happen for a reason, whether we like it or not." She stared hard at Phantom before continuing, "I think it is good that we have met, Phantom, because I might want to make your situation a lot easier on you and the babe.... I'd like to make a proposition."[/center]

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[bg=#9ba2ac] A soft smile appeared on the mare's muzzle at Angelex's words. This was interesting, talking with this mare, a stranger, who she had met only a while ago. Normally she only would speak business to these horses who she came across; inviting them into her herd and trying to convince them to become warriors under her command if she thought that they fit the bill. She had never had a conversation like this. So far this hadn't involved any of the normal things she said or the questions she asked. Of course, Phantom had not intended to pick up and members today, or even meet another equine. Angelex was an unexpected surprise. There were always two ways to deal with a surprise though; run from it or seize it. Phantom, being the smart mare she was, chose to seize this opportunity. Phantom was glad that this mare could see the logic in her way of thinking. Of course, this was the first horse she had ever really spoken to about this. Yes, other horses, especially now, could tell that she was carrying a foal, but they had asked nothing about it. Even her own herd members and fellow warriors that were left did not have an inquiries. It was almost as if they were afraid to talk to her about it, knowing how spiky she could be at times. They must have figured it would save them the trouble of her yelling or getting angry with them. "Yes..." Phantom mused when the mare simply stated that all things happened for a reason. This made Phantom really think about her life so far. That whole series of events, leading up until this point in time, did it all mean something? What about meeting Angelex here and now as she was? Would this mare become a key in her life, or was she just going to become a fleeting memory? No matter how desperately she wanted to answer theses questions, Phantom could not. How was she able to know? As much as she hated it, Phantom figured she would just have to sit back and go along for the ride. Audits perked as Angelex's tone became stronger, more assertive, as she told Phantom she had a proposition to make. The Arab slightly cocked her head, genuinely interested as to what the pale gold mare had to say to her. "Enlighten me." she invited. She had a feeling that what this mare was about to say would change the course of her life. Funny things like that always seemed to be happening to Phantom.

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Muse: good
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Music: 'Til I Hear You Sing - Love Never Dies Soundtrack

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[?Voltage?]

Angelex

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.X. She grinned, happy to have grasped Phantom's attention with her words, and stretched out her neck again, this time not taking any water. Of course this mare was interested about any option concerning the unborn foal, especially since so many battles were starting to rage all across the lands, and Angelex was glad to hold that option in her hands, to be able to make two lives better at the same time, just by taking one presence from another. Her proposal was simple, as soon as the foal was born she would take it, bid good-bye to Phantom, and step in as the mother. But she also wanted the babe to meet it's real mother, so as soon as it was strong enough she would take it to the Arab's lands and introduce them, say that this was her close friend and what not. She also wanted a place to stay while it grew, protection from being alone somewhere with a youngster, and she wanted it to be taught how to fight successfully, like it's blood mother.

.X. Angelex nodded at Phantom's words, feeling safe enough now to fold her legs and settle onto the ground, a mischievous glint her her amber eyes. "I will take the foal as soon as it is born and we will part ways. You may go back to your herd or just wander, free from the creature. The foal and I will find somewhere moderately safe until it is strong enough, then we will travel to your lands and you will meet your kin." She paused to take a small sip of water, "I want protection for the babe, so we will stay with your herd. I also want it to be able to fight well enough, so I ask that you spend some time with it when it is old enough, examine him or her for the qualities of a good warrior, if you must. That will be another little 'gift' for you later on, another warrior, and one with your blood in its veins!" Angelex smiled at the pregnant mare, imagining what it would be like to have a miniature Phantom running around, aloof and evasive. "When the foal stops needing me, I will leave it in the care of your herd to be trained as a fighter or just as a member, but I will have visits every so often, alright? When I leave.... it's back on your shoulders, Phantom, not being the mother, but being some what of a guardian.... That is my proposition."

.X. Tired from her long speech, Angelex snapped her jaw closed with an audible click. Maybe it was fate that had led them to meet, maybe it was luck, but whatever it was, Angelex knew that it would be a big step in both of their lives if Phantom agreed to it. Her taking on the role of a mother, Phantom as a guardian, a teacher, later on. She hoped that it was a good idea to have the mare instruct the foal on how to fight, on how to become a warrior, but it seemed like a well enough idea, nothing too bad could come from it, could it? The foal would learn defense, the grey vixen would learn how to deal with young minds, and the gold one would learn more about herd life. The situation seemed to benefit all of them, really.[/center]

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[bg=#9ba2ac] As Phantom listened to the mare's proposition, her inward self was beaming. It was the first genuine smile (even if it was a metaphysical smile) that she experienced in a long time. It was as if this mare had read her mind. This meeting had to be arranged by fate, why else would these two mares have met? It seemed to be at the right time, for Phantom's foal was only days away from seeing the world where he would live and finally perish. She would invite this mare to come to her herd, they needed more members as it was. Once she rid the foal from her body she would go to find Angelex. The only problem was feeding it. She only hoped that for some reason Angelex would produce milk for it. Phantom was not going to put up with feeding the abomination. There was something deep down inside her that did not want to see the little boy or girl die so young. Oh yes, she had thought about killing it, leaving it for the wolves and ravens to feast on, but the closer her time came near, the more she wanted it to live. "I knew I liked you." Phantom stated. She was never shy about voicing her opinion. that, and she had the subtly of a five year old human child. In fact, even a five year old could be more subtle than Phantom at times. Either way, she let the pale fae know exactly what she thought of her. "You must have been sent to me by Fate or some other high power." she casually stated. "I would be forever in your debt if you would do that for me. I really do not want the child, and I can tell you will be a good mother to him or her. The only thing I can offer in return for your act of charity is to invite you to the land where I live, put in a very good word about you with the lead, and I will see to it that you always are protected from any harm. I am your obedient servant." Phantom said, serious about what she was saving. What Angelex had offered her was just as good to Phantom as if she had pulled her out of a flaming forest, or snatched her up from meeting her death in a river. Phantom looked to the mare, waiting for her to speak now. They would then figure out a plan so that everything ran smoothly. Phantom did like her idea about training the foal to be a warrior as it grew up. Its parents were warriors, so it would have to have the knack for it, right?

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Muse: good
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Music: Three Ravens - Patrick Ball

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[?Voltage?]

Angelex

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.X. Angelex laughed warmly at the Arab's statement, a small smile gracing her features as she thought over things in her head. Of course, she liked the grey dove as well, despite being so sketchy at times she felt that under all the tough was a kind, feisty soul. She of course, never liked mares who just lied down and died when they were told to, it took all the fun out of interacting with them and building a friendship. Phantom didn't seem like the kind to do that, in fact, she seemed like the kind who would blow up at any mention of being under the command of someone else, another good quality in Angelex's eyes.

.X. Of course, a foal needs milk to survive.... and she couldn't possibly produce it, could she? For god sake, she wasn't the pregnant one! And of course, Phantom wouldn't feed the child, she probably would rather see it dead than have any motherly moments with it. Angelex paused for thought, eyes closed, muzzle resting on the ground, body stilled, and ran through a list of possibilities in her mind. What if the two mares went back to Phantom's herd, found a mare with a foal who wouldn't mind feeding the babe, and left it at that? Would it work? Or, more appropriately, could it work? Who would be generous enough to do that for a lied-to foal and lying fake-mother? Maybe if they struck up a deal.....

.X. "How will I feed it? I have some ideas, but they might be a last resort..." She sighed, shaking her head and looking up at Phantom with a confused expression on her face. The fae smiled lightly at Phantom's comment about fate, agreeing with her fully, "I do not want a servant, I merely want to help. I feel the need to do this for you, even though we have just met." Angelex laughed softly, feeling... happy, or at least relieved, in some way. "On second thought, I might have to come with you back to your herd lands so we can find a mare who has milk and is willing to feed the foal...." The gold fae trailed off, her words fading to silence as she thought hard.[/center]

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[bg=#9ba2ac] Now Phantom was curious. This mare had obviously thought this over. This made Phantom began to wonder. Had she been wanting a foal and had finally found something that would satisfy her needs? Was she a barren mare who had been trying so long for a child of her own? There were those possibilities and many more. Phantom had always been the very curious type and liked to figure things out in her head, especially little mysteries about other horses. What ever reason Angelex had, Phantom really did not care, just as long as she did not have to take care of the little urchin. "What were you thinking of?" Phantom inquired. Angelex had said that she had thought of ways to feed the foal, but as a last resort. What in the world was she talking about? Anything like that made Phantom want to know the details even more than she already did. As far as she was concerned, the only way to feed a foal was to find a mare with milk, which in this case was not possible. "The kindness of strangers is something that should either be cherished or make one cautious." Phantom recited. She was not implying that Angelex had any bad intentions or ulterior motives to what she was doing, but just merely stating a simple fact of life. She remembered hearing it from one of the humans when she was much younger and still living in dreary old England. It was a piece of advice that had stuck with her. Humans could be very smart sometimes. Phantom gave her companion a small mile after the last set of words. "A grand idea, but there are not any other mares in my herd that are carrying a foal, or have had one recently. At least to my knowledge." she stated with a small frown. Char was still a child in her eyes, and the other mares there had no mates, plus more than half the herd was composed of stallions, if they could even be called that. Most of them were hot-headed colts who thought they could call themselves stallions. They made Phantom laugh. She always would whip them into shape, turning them into respectable stallions who would go far in life. "Very well then, I guess we should head off to Rocas since it is quite a way from here." Phantom suggested to Angelex. She quickly glanced up to the sky, seeing that clouds were rolling in. A frown returned to her sullen features. Hopefully the rain would hold off for a bit. Spring always brought on bad weather, especially storms. The Arab turned her attention back to her partner and gave a small nod in the direction in which they should head to get back to Rocas.

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Muse: Good :3
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Music: Fern - Zoe Keating + Nothing Else Matters - Scott D. Davis

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[?Voltage?]

Angelex

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.X. She sighed, nodded, and stood up on stiff legs, shaking excess grass from her drying coat and walking toward Phantom with long strides, limbering her muscles. Of course, if they couldn't find anyone to feed to foal Angelex might have to relocate to another herd with a mare willing to share her milk... what a pain that would be. Mulling over options in her mind, she stopped beside the grey dove and smiled, harks pricked in their supposed direction of travel. Happy to have met Phantom, she couldn't help but feel as if this meeting was going to play a huge part in both of their lives, both mothers to the same foal, both very much alike, yet so different, and both loners in a sense. A friendship was probably part of the plan as well, she already liked Phantom and Phantom already liked her back, which was a big feat for the gold mare and the grey one.

.X. "Lead the way, Phantom." She chuckled, fine with following the pregnant mare. Feeling fine enough after laying down for a few minutes and stretching, Angelex picked up a slow, languid trot that she held until the edge of the forest loomed close, pausing with a bob of her head and flick of her tangled whip. Breathing deeply, she waited for Phantom to reach her and lead the way to Rocas, which she hoped would be her new home. Who knew, maybe if the whole foal trade didn't work she would become a warrior under Phantom's command, fighting just because she could, training along side young studs and faes. Although she was a peaceful horse most of the time, anger never was out of reach and fighting came naturally, just a few tweaks and twists and she would be better than she was at the moment. Still tired from her run, she didn't think that they would be moving very fast toward Terra de Rocas, which was fine, really, she just hoped that the foal didn't come while they were journeying there.[/center]

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occ/ do you want to post a thread
in Terra de Rocas for Angelex
and Phantom?