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Post by KatiieColours on Oct 28, 2010 19:23:03 GMT -5
OSCURITA. It still hurt to walk. Sure, only slightly, and he was a tough stag but it would have been nice to be even be able to remember a time when pain wasn't the only thing that existed in his life. The shallow slice on his cheek had healed, leaving a hairless scab about the length of his cheek, probably would scar but what the hell - just made him look tougher. Couldn't be as noticeable as the one that streaked across his left eye, making the steel in his eye look even more sinister, although he'd had that one for a good few years. There was also the faint trace of a slash mark on his chest, now accompanied by the bite mark of a hopefully not rabid wolf, making the scar looking frighteningly frankenstein-esque, not that he needed anything else to make him look any darker. The worst of the damage was contained on his back, where there were still a few septic spots of flesh open to the surroundings and the rest had began to scar and occasionally seep whatever substance it thought neccessary. That was why he had headed to the forest of Cascata Piu, where the tranquil waters of the pure waterfull trickled leisurely through the trees, their healing depths needed to cleanse his battle wounds.
Oscurita stood, bitterly cold metal orbs gazing around, scaring the locals and watching with a creepy smile scattered across kissers as they hurriedly trotted away, leaving him in peace. Ah, peace. How he longed for it. Peace of his heart, the torment that battled on in it surely couldn't belong to a dark. Maybe he'd gone soft. On the other hand, his sanity seemed to have been.. disintegrating. Dreams. Far too vivid, of fire and destruction. Ever since that stupid time horse had messed with his mind his life had gone downhill; he'd lost his love, his foal. Everything. He was too old for the game of the tyrant, okay, he was only 12 but still, it was time to settle down, and he'd ruined it with the only vixen he'd ever liked, or loved enough for it to be bearable to be with another equine. He'd always been socially awkward, even more so now, and backed away from conversations.. if he ever spoke, it was an experiment, testing the other equine's response, finding out what made people tick. "I really have lost my mind." he laughed softly to himself, lowering his head to drink the cool liquid of the pond, feeling it slide like silk down his throat before stepping cautiously into it's depths, rinsing his back, wincing slightly as the water turned a particular shade of pink.
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Oct 28, 2010 19:53:12 GMT -5
[atrb=border,1,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true] | [bg=#FFFFFF]Thunder still rumbled overhead, as the storm that had broken out hours before passed over the island. Small rain drops dripped from the dying leaves, splashing down into the little puddles created around the bases of the trees. Despite the colder months drawing closer and closer with each breath, the island was ablaze with beautiful colors. And moving within the colors was Oscurita's daughter, her dark bay coat soaked with water from the storm. Ears were drawn against her head as she walked, having endured the rain. The thunder and lightening hadn't bothered her; it was something that she had grown used to living with Halloween.
Now, walking through Cascata Piu, the lovely little Arabian filly was making her way to the place where she and her mother had first encountered Fortinbras. Although, her mind wasn't really drifting to that. Nostrils quivered faintly, listening as others ran away from something, and from the way their hooves sounded upon the ground, it was something that frightened them. The filly moved through the trees, but paused when she noticed a white figure moving through the trees as well. This creature didn't look like it would harm anything, but it sure did draw the young mare's attention.
Shaking her head slightly, Verridith decided to follow the white creature through the trees, her hooves making little to no sounds on the forest floor beneath her. However, a few moments later, the white creature stopped, it's ears flicked back slightly. |
[/font] I know you're back there, young one. There is no need to hide, I can understand that you're quite curious.[/font] Verridith thought she was in trouble, as she moved forward, closing the gap between this creature and herself. Finally, the Arabian stood behind the white figure, and noticed that it was a horse.. but it had a horn upon it's forehead! What kind of horse was this?![/font] Staring isn't polite. If you have a question, feel free to ask it,[/font] the white unicorn spoke gently, and Verridith shook her head slightly, too startled to even speak. The unicorn merely smiled, and dipped her head to the filly, turning to face her.[/font] I know. Most horses have never seen a unicorn before. It's ok. I understand that you're going to stare. I'm used to it by now,[/font] the unicorn's voice was soft, and Verridith looked away quickly.[/font] I'm sorry for staring, miss. Was just wondering who else was roaming around the trees..[/font] the young Arabian felt guilty now. The unicorn shook her head, that simple smile still upon her maw. Her head turned suddenly, looking out into the trees.[/font] I was tracking a stallion, an older one, who seems to have injured himself. I'm hoping he is alright, and not attracting the attention of the local predators. Will you help me find him?[/font] Verridith listened to the mare's words, and hesitantly nodded at her. She began to wonder who this mare was, and who the stallion was she was tracking.
The two set off through the trees, not speaking to each other, the unicorn intent upon finding this stallion. Suddenly, the two entered the small place where Oscurita was, and the unicorn stopped. Gentle eyes were upon his wounds in an instant, and she winced inwardly. However, beside the white unicorn, Verridith's jaw dropped. Dad?! What... what are you doing here?! What happened to you?![/font] The young Arabian rushed to the pond's edge, nostrils dancing as she stood there, staring at her father. Epona stayed behind, at the treeline, quite confused as to what was going on... so this youngling knew this stallion?[/font] Where did you go after the beach?! It's been so long since I last saw you... why didn't you come after us? the filly resisted the urge to plow into the pond and nudge her father. Her mother had told her about his temper and how he used to be.. but that was the past.. right?[/size][/font][/blockquote] ! decided to bring in epona as well, katie. because oscurita needs some healin'. [/font][/size] ! 653 words[/size] ! template/table lizzeh 2010.[/right][/size][/td][/tr][tr][td][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by KatiieColours on Oct 29, 2010 6:31:02 GMT -5
OSCURITA. The pain was dimming in the water, relaxing him to the point of slumber - the pain had kept him awake for days, the lack of sleep easily visible by his bloodshot eyes, his muscles fatigued and aching. Everything began to slip away, the pain, the bitter nip of the water as it lapped leisurely over his wounds, the gentle damp smells of the forest, the soft rumbling of thunder overhead. Shutters closed on his molten silver orbs, beginning to drift slowly away. A dark bay face shocked into view, a face he remembered well... his filly. Her beauty had always astounded him, she was definitely more her mother than himself, and had developed the fine structure of an arabian. A pang of sadness rang through him, the loneliness he felt, the way he'd failed as a father, the loss of his mare and foal. He had to remind himself sometimes that she'd never belonged to him, she'd always been too free. Halloween.
The ramblings of a semi-concious, semi-sane stallion continued through his head, rocking slightly in the water as his body temperature began to drop, yet he was too calm, too relaxed to move... and so he began to succumb to the water, knees buckling. That was when he heard it, those vocals, he'd have recognised them anywhere; he didn't quite catch the words, but the sweetness, the silk of the voice... Halloween? Could it be? The voice spoke again, this time succeeding in the words registering in his mind, and realised, his heart warming, that the vocals were too innocent to belong to Halloween... Verredith. She couldn't be here, how was it possible? His mind was tricking him... Eyes opened, blinking sightly in the sudden light, a movement to his left catching his eye, crown turning slowly, cautiously, ready for the disappointment of realising there wasn't actually anything there. Yet, somehow, a petite bay figure danced before his dull steel orbs, a look of both care and indignant anger, of unanswered questions radiating from her wide eyes. "Verredith? Is this a dream?"
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