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Post by Vel on Dec 19, 2010 14:39:55 GMT -5
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The ivory mare let out a heavy sigh as she listlessly watched a few snowflakes fall to the ground. So much had happened this past year. It had been one of the most exciting years of Phantom's life. She was not the same horse that she was when she first came to Isola Dei Dei, especially after this year.
When the Arab had come to the isle, she had been young, only five, and gorgeous. It may sound vain, but she knew that she was beautiful. She was from some of the best bloodlines straight out of Arabia. She prided herself on her beauty, as did her owners. She had brought them great success in the competitive sport of Show Jumping. It was becuase of her jumping abilities that she had even come ashore.
Her owners had started to compete interantionally with Phantom instead of just staying in dreary old England where she was from. They had spent a couple weeks in Africa in upper Egypt and then were going to make their way to southern Italy by boat. Then, the rest can be obviously guessed as to what had happened.
When she had arrived she had been a fearless, strong, independent mare. She has a fiery personality and wouldn't let anyone tell her what to do unless she respected them. The only horse she ever came to respect was Fiana. Something about the ebony mare had intruiged her. She immeadiately respected the mare, which was odd since Phantom did not even know why. Perhaps it was because she saw herself in the Orlov Trotter?
Now Phantom's fiery spirit was gone, it died along with Anil and her other warriors when the Zunden launched a surprise attack on Rocas. It left the land in ruins and the herd in disarray. It left Fiana and Torchwood dead as well. Only four or so horses remained, including a few ravens. The land then went to Char, but her brother became jealous and Phantom was the only one keeping it a small feud and not a full blown war. She had found a certain loyalty to Char, mostly because of her loyalty and respect toward her mother.
Then Mink had come into Phantom's life just after she had lost everything near and dear to her. At first she felt it was a duty to make sure the young mare would live, since she found her half dead. Then, she felt a connection with her and they stayed with eachother for a while. They would talk and talk for hours everyday. As much as Phantom hated to admit it, Mink had worked her way into her heart and filled in the gap that had been so maliciously been ripped. Mink made her forget about the faithful warriors she had lost, her leader whom she had loved, and her only and ever true love Anil.
Phantom had been Anil's teacher and commander since he was a warrior. She had thought nothing of him at first but a strong stallion that would benefit Fiana's army. It was onyl when she chose him to be second in command and started training him did she find that he may have been the only other horse she actually felt love for. She had never even admitted her love for him until hours before his death.
Truth be told, Phantom did not even know she loved him. She had never felt a love like that before. She had loved her mother, but only for a short time until she was taken away and and her mother now seemed a distant memory, on the resemblence of a face in a dream. She had felt a bond with her human rider, but once she had been on Isola Dei Dei, her rider too became just a memory. Fiana, she had loved fiercly, but it was a love like one felt for their country or respectable political leader. The love she felt for Anil surprised her a little bit. It was a new feeling and quite frankly, Phantom did not know what to do about it.
As said before, Phantom and Anil had professed their love for one another in a bittersweet moment between the oncoming storm and the previous ambush. Only a couple hours later, they had to fight for their lives. Phantom knew she would pull it of, and she had faith in Anil as well. Then she found him dead and her whole world came crashing down.
A funny thing about death was that it affected a horse in many different ways. The reality of it never hit Phantom until a couple days later when it dawned on her that she would never see the buckskin stallion again in her life. She was afraid the he too, like the others, would become a ghost of her past.
She had delt with her grief by wandering around the island and busying herself with new sights and adventures. She had never shed a tear for him, but it hurt to even think about him. Mink took all of that away. She now loved Mink dearly and thought of her as a daughter, which she basically was since the two mares seemed to have adopted eachother into their hearts.
Now Phantom was on her way back from seeing Mink. She had not spoken to her in almost a week. A few weeks ago Phantom and Mink realised that Phantom was with child. Most mares would be excited that they were carrying the foal of their lover. Not Phantom. She wanted a foal just as much as she wanted a flesh eating disease. In her eyes, she already had a daughter who she loved. She couldn't open her heart to another soul. One at a time was enough for her. The more you loved, the more you lost.
Phantom was now dreading the day the little urchin would be born, which she sensed could be any day now. She just couldn't love him or her. Her heart was sealed off to Mink and Mink only. Nevertheless, Phantom would raise the child, but not as a mother would. She would act like a governess to the foal and keep it at some emotional distance as if it were not her child. She just could not do it.
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Post by NORA,,. on Dec 20, 2010 17:42:30 GMT -5
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[/i][/size]s nights tide rolled throughout the sky, painting the fine blue a deep rich azul, a small but sturdy brute remained hidden away from the stars. not even lunas heavy rays could reach were he remained hiding, now invierno never really meant to be such a lonely brute, it just happened that way. he blames his mother, others his father, some say his gift is just pathetic. but who are they to say that this gift of his is such a bad thing. maybe invierno was mad. crazy. a loon. how was he to know if there was know one present his whole life. what was a colt to do other then to talk to the fairies? i[/i][/size]nvierno was born by the water, where his mother felt safe, and his father dare not be present. his mother was a bit of a loon, instead of being like a normal mare and lying down for invierno to be birthed, she thought it would be safer for her to stand tall, and let her first and only colt to drop to the ground. the poor colts head nearly split open, instead it was his ear that got the worst of it, now a large chip is placed on inviernos right audit. some how the little colt managed to pull himself up and nurse. within' the next few weeks the colt learned the basics, how to run, what to eat and what to drink. his mother defidently was not the best teacher. n[/i][/size]ot only did the little colts mother keep him hidden away from all the other horses, she also convinced invierno that he was normal, claiming he looked like a normal equine found on the island. while what he really looked like was a rariety in the making. his pelt was the lightest of all blue grays, and his large and very feminine optics were light violet, no pupil to be seen. he was also given ebon markings around his orbs, though he could never see what they were to be sure, his mother simply claimed he always looked as though he was crying tears of joy. sure his mother and father shared these traits with him, but heilo's were one of the rarest of all equine, not that invierno knew this at the time. instead he lived his life to its fullest, with not one other equine to speak with he depended on himself to keep occupied, which is when he started noticing the glowing two legged fairies dancing upon his mothers cranium. w[/i][/size]hen he spoke to his mother about such things, she claimed she had given birth to a demon or worse, she had become frantic, telling invierno to stay in the cave they dwelled in, and ran off into the night without another word. it was another day before invierno finally discovered she was never coming back. the colt had know idea what to do at the time, other then to live off the land, which is why some equine get the impression that he drank a little to much sea water. but invierno knew different, he knew that these fairies in which danced upon peoples shoulders were anything but his imagination. so he went on believing, while others stood doutful at the side lines. i[/i][/size]t was another year before the brute even allowed another equine to see his well sculpted bodice, now at one, he had grown a little taller and was much more muscular then before. when invierno saw the expressions on the other equines faces at his apperence, he vowed never to speak to anyone but the fairies. it was never hard for the brute to really ignore them, he hardly talked as it was and he perfered to be alone. so this is how the brute learned to be, he never trusted another equine, his mother ruined that privalidge for him. s[/i][/size]o now, several years later, the azul / gris brute stood alone under a weeping willow. his dome was low to earth, his stance relaxed, his long and slightly curly banner was clean and snarled in it was a silver chain, in which held a silver locket. luna's rays seem to catch it just right, gleaming the locket looked far out of place, but invierno liked shiny things, like sea glass, which is why a necklace of such sorts hung around his throat. the colors were magnificent coming in shades of blue, green, purple, red, yellow. the only color the brutus couldn't find to add to his collection was a orange hunk of washed up glass. a[/i][/size] heavy sigh pulled its way out of the brutus, his optics opening at the sound of breathing. it was far to chilly here for any smart equine to be out and wandering, with this heavy snow fall, invierno felt almost blissful, the snow always made him feel like this. full of harmony. he actually felt as one with the snow. but thats crazy talk. the brutus turned his attention the the soft puffs of breath that came a few feet away. instead of moving to investigate further, the brute merely craned his dome towards it, listening and watching. when the vix finally came into view, the brutus was nearly awe struck. the maiden was as white as the snow, maybe a shade darker. but her bodice was covered in hollow battle wounds. r[/i][/size]ather then making his presence know, he stood, watching and waiting till the vix had passed, though she seemed to be enjoying the night. no need to make her spoil it, so the brute stayed in the shadows, violet optics gleaming off the snow. muse ; crappy. notes ; i fail, plus my horse is a creeper . music ; hello seattle - owl city [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/center][/color][/blockquote] |
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Post by Vel on Dec 20, 2010 20:03:36 GMT -5
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Silence was a thing that Phantom had grown accustomed to. Silence had always been her friend. She liked to be left to her own thoughts. They were the best. She was never too fond of conversing with other horses. Silence meant that she did not have to worry about wracking her brain for something to say. Phantom, not to boast, was more intelligent than most horses she came across. It almost pained her to attempt conversation with the idiots she was exposed to almost daily.
Silence had been a saviour to her. Being the vigilant warrior that she had become in all her years, she had learned to trust the silence. It was a good thing. Something that meant peace and serenity, a break in the battle, a stop of the carnage. The slightest break in the silence alerted Phantom to a clear and present danger. She honestly owed her life to the silence that seemed to loom over her.
It was silence now that alerted her to a change in the winter air. She could hear her own heartbeat and breathing, but there was something else there. A faint whisper in the distance, lurking behind one of the many snow covered trees. Perhaps she was just being paranoid and all it was was a deer calmly picking its way through the snow drifts.
Knowing how things had played out in the past, she had to think otherwise. What if this whisper in the wind was something different? What if she were being tracked by a spy for one of her enemy herds? What if the Zunden had found out where she wandered and sent one of their low-lives to come and dispose of her. The mere thought made the mare's blood boil. Those damned fireballs had caused enough damage in her life and those around her already. Couldn't they just stop?
Nevertheless, she was ready for whatever was coming her way. If it were some rogue stallion and he decided that he wanted an unattractive nag like herself, then she would give him the surprise of his petty existence. She had successfully killed stallions twice her size and half her age. Horses were amazed that she could do such a thing. To be quite honest, so was she. If asked she would tell others that she could not reveal her secrets. The truth was that she did not even know how she managed to accomplished such feats. She had thought about it from time to time and had come to the conclusion that it was her quick wits that had kept her alive for this long.
The mare's head shot up as she heard a soft thump. Her chocolate optics quickly devoured the scenery. She let out a breath and relaxed when she realised that it was just a clump of snow falling from a branch that was not strong enough to bear the weight of.
The thought of the branch breaking under the extreme weight that it unwillingly carried, make her think of the foal that she was unwillingly carrying. That damned creature was going to make an appearance in the next month or so. Phantom was not looking forward to the coming of the colt or filly. She had thought several times about finding a mare who was willing to adopt the abomination from her.
The mare began to move forward again through the snow, only to stop and look around. There was this pricking at the back of her mind that she was still being watched. Phantom trusted her sixth sense and decided to let out a warning to who ever was there. "I know you're there." she stated. "I can't see you, but I know you are watching me. I advise to you to either leave now, stay right where you are, or make yourself known." she warned in a strong voice that matched then vocal strength of some of the most respected leaders in the land. "I may not look like much, but I'm warning you not to try anything." she finished as she looked around, hoping that who ever, or what ever, was currently observing her would take heed to her warning.
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