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Post by L Y N X ! on Feb 9, 2011 17:35:10 GMT -5
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Sweet paranoia, oh how it drove her slowly insane. Maybe not even a few weeks before, days? Hours? Time seemed to blend together into a blur, incomprehendable. Quite possibly some time, her body had made some progress in healing itself, and the stirrings of life shifted feebly in her belly. The second she felt that first nudge, she had screamed her lungs out of her throat. Oh, the horror! Demon spawn taking root inside her damaged womb, despite the current weak state. Why? God was punishing her for past sins - maddness! How dare he! And how dare he, Spyder, place this spawn inside her in the first place and ravage her completely, to the point that each lurching step was torture! But moving away, if just for a little while. She couldn't bear to return so soon, to see his face. And if they met again - no doubt there would be violence. She just needed time to recover so she could give Spyder a taste of his own medicine.
It was early in the morning. The sky was turning pink and orange in the rising sun that had barely peered over the gray water. The air was chilly and frost gleamed slickly on the sand and the trees on the outskirts of the beach. All was quiet except for the usual lull of the ocean lapping at the beach, and for a moment, the mare enjoyed the still silence, the salty air flowing through her lungs. And for a fragment of time, she felt calm, resisting the tug of memories that this beach brought back to her. Ashia came to the island on this beach - swam all those miles, to get here. How she wished now that she could go back. But never would she want to make that travel again - during her current state, she would surely drown.
In the rising light, every scar, every flaw and imperfection of her pelt was brought into highlight. The horror that was Ashia - pretty, supposibly, but ruined by a single set of teeth. A light breeze stirred her creme hair. Damn him - damn everything. Damn the innocent soul growing inside her for even being brought into existance! The mare snorted angrily, jerking her head back, saphire eyes narrowing at the beauty sprawled out infront of her. Beauty? Hah! Beauty was only a mask to hide the beast within.
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ooc: Accidently wrote over this post ^^; I FIXED IT! YAAAY. -sib
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Post by sibber-chow on Feb 9, 2011 20:14:48 GMT -5
Orpheus had not been nearly as devastated as most, even himself, could imagine being after Daniaya's cruel game. She had told him she would stay, lifted his hopes and the utterly destroyed them like it was nothing. Rage was the first thing to seeth through his mind. That anger is what brought him out here in the first place. He had intended to find her and bring her back to Inferno kicking in screaming if required. Nothing could stop him but his own unstable mentality. As he wandered, he hardly recalled the mare any longer. Out of sight out of mind. It had not worked before, but her return, he now understood, had served as sweet closure.
Neither Cheza nor Daniaya was of his blood. They would have never been perfect partners for the regal stallion. They were too light in the end… too fragile and innocent… not for him.
With this realization, this grand epiphany, he knew he did not want either mare in his life any longer. He let them go or so was the plan. Daniaya had left his life completely with her departure, but his Cheza was more difficult to rid of, but he had done it. Her necklace was gone from him as their son was from his lands.
He had been about to to turn back around and finally make his return home. But the scent of the ocean caught his nares and with it sweet, familiar blood. Eyes narrowed as his mind swirled to recollect whom the life fluid was from. Ah, Ashia. But, what was she doing here, so far from home, and injured?
Hooves picked up the pace as he crossed the margin from the cool forest floor to the warm sands. The sun felt good as it warmed his back - spring! Now was no time to take jubilee in the weather. Ashia, he could see now, was battered severely.
“Ashia? What… What are you doing here? Who has done this to you?” He knew… Spyder.
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Post by L Y N X ! on Feb 9, 2011 20:49:49 GMT -5
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Her name. The mare suddenly whipped around at the sound of a voice, her eyes narrowed, bodice growing rigid with tension, but her eyes layed on a familiar and friendly enough sight; Orpheus. She relaxed slightly, but peered carefully over his shoulder to check for anyone tailing him. No one was there, as far as she could see. She blinked at the stallion and gaved an irritated huff. "Who else do you think?" she snapped coldly. "He thought it would be funny to do this to me. " Ashia shook her head in disbelief, turning her gaze hotly to the ocean, as if it were it's fault.
"I'm sorry Orpheus, but I won't be returning to your lands for a bit of time. Not until I can properly defend myself - and this thing is gone from me," she said, motioning curtly to the elegant curve of her barrel. Had she been in any better health, she would do anything to lose the child - but right now, she couldn't afford to rough-house. She couldn't move that well at the moment as it is. Ashia gave a soft sigh and with a wince, angled her body more towards her leader. "And what are you doing here?"
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Post by sibber-chow on Feb 9, 2011 23:36:41 GMT -5
A soft snort escaped his nares as his gaze subtly observed her barrel’s swollen state before resting their blue gaze upon the waters as the waves rushed upon the sandy earth with ferocity. He seemed completely oblivious to the fact that she was speaking at all until her inquiry breeched the air. His ears flicked forwards slightly as he turned back to the battered mare.
Façade was relaxed, almost serene, as Orpheus stared at Ashia. “I suppose I am here for the same reason as you – to escape and find safety, maybe even emotional well-being,” the last word seemed to provoke a light chuckle from his throat. It was a lie, and he knew it. That was no longer why he was out here, but he knew most equine to find some sort of comfort in the empathy of others. Shaking his crown, eyes rested back upon the seascape. The light glistened quite beautifully upon the waters and sand; it was a serene image if one didn’t think about the bloody mare or psychotic brute who stood as silhouettes along the shoreline.
“Do you think staying away will keep you safe, Ashia? Out here, there are many who would and could hurt you in this state.” There it was again, care in his voice it seemed. And, yes, Orpheus did care, to an extent. Orpheus cared to keep his harem, his family as a whole. He care to become a power to be reckoned with – and he needed his claimed family for that. He had fret that she would not return and fret that she might get taken away. If she left, he not only lost her value in numbers, her potential to fight, but also Spyder’s happiness. He had to keep the brute somewhat appeased if he were to stay and fight for him. Ashia seemed to fill the role in keeping the mad brute in place.
“Come back with me. You will be safe until you have birthed and healed," he murmured, nudging her neck gently. Orpheus meant that much. He could not have Spyder kill the mare nor the foal. The numbers were necessary, and if it was called for, the brute felt himself more than able to put Spyder into his place. It was all about weighing the situation; Spyder was valuable as long as he wasn’t killing off herd members. Ashia and the foal were worth more, quantitatively, that is.
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Post by L Y N X ! on Feb 10, 2011 0:35:15 GMT -5
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Decisions, decisions. She put the stallion's words to thoughts, working the gears in her mind. Come home, come home.. Such a tempting notion, but home was so far away. So far away from Spyder. It made her feel a brief moment of satisfied pleasure to know that she was safe here, away from the hellion. But that moment was swiped away again as she remembered again what he had said. Come home? And closer to the thing that nearly killed her? Perhaps she might have been furious, but for now for some unfathomable reason, she laughed softly to herself, tearing her gaze from the brute back out to the ocean that had both drawn their attention.
Maybe there was worse horses lurking around her. If she ran into them, - oh if she ran into them! Perhaps if they were the least bit like Spyder, their insanity would come at a disadvantage. Shadowplay could scare them off if she played them right and figured out how they ticked. But for a searching stallion recruiting for members to take chance on her was unlikely. Who wanted a weak mare burdened with a foal that wasn't their own? Not much of her concern to be by herself out in the wood. And who, in their right mind, would take on a mare sporting such sueveniers on her thin pelt?
And as the mare thought, her hysterical expression faded, blending into something of anger. Birthing? Did he honestly think she was doing to go through with this whole load? It could perhaps kill her, and she would hope that she drug the little demon to hell with her. Ashia barely knew Orpheus, and here he was making a mockery of her and her suffering! How dare he? Many dared against Ashia, and perhaps the phrase was running dry. But, how dare they? What had placed them under such notion to do such things to her? Maybe the second the brindled mare stopped breathing with her jaws contricted tightly, hungrily, around her throat, was the moment she sold her soul to the devil. And God was only punishing her for the sins she placed that continued to count in number.
"Funny thing, Orpheus. I do hope you realize that I came with you to fight for you, don't you remember? I certainly don't recall signing up to be a measly broodmare, or did my brain just happen to go fuzzy the moment you mentioned it?" Gradually the mare's voice rose, occasionally cracking with mad hysteria. " Birthing, - hah! What a wasted effort. Risk my life for something that's been leeching off of my body? Humph. The thing won't have a chance to breathe air if I get a hold of it. Or I could hand if to Spyder for a little gift and a new ragdoll.." her voice drifted, beginning to mumble slightly to herself. drip drip dripping away goes the mares mind! where to, no one knows!
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