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Post by .r e e d. on May 8, 2011 19:57:37 GMT -5
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[/size][/color][/font] Oh, and, [/font][/size] I don't know what I'm becoming!
- Bruised, battered, mentally scarred, but she was still standing. Cowering in a small forest, scared out of her mind, she was still standing. Loving someone that doesn't love you back, she was still standing
The water-fused creature had wandered endlessly after her horrific encounter with Orpheus before finally ending up somewhere familiar. Belle Valle. Her mother had taken her here often, and they had stayed here for a few days before wandering off again. She had also came here a few times with Yamanu when they were younger and before he became so quiet and kept to himself.
Yamanu. The stallion that caused all her heartache, confusion and the butterflies in her stomach. Why did she love him? Annabelle knew he didn't return a single feeling of love. What was love, anyway? How a dam loves their foal? The young mare hadn't experienced any kind of love but that, since her mother was the only one she had ever really came to love, and even then it was still just mother-daughter love. Annabelle wasn't really sure if she even loved this stallion, she didn't even know what love really was.
Was it how he made her heart flutter like a bird taking flight? Or how the butterflies rumbled and beat away in her stomach? Or how just the thought made a deep feeling, a feeling she couldn't explain, slither up from the very depths of her body? Was that love?
The fragile creature shook her head sadly. What a mess she was, mentally and physically. Bruised, bloodied and muddy, what a sight she must have been for any innocent foal crossing her path! She gave an amused snort that startled her. Why did she find that amusing? What was she becoming? After starving herself from any sort of food, the mare believed she was becoming delusional. Or was she becoming one of those, cold, soul-less, numb mares? Numb to any sort of feeling? Finding other creatures' pain delightful and amusing? Or just cold and heartless? Neither. She wanted to be neither.
Annabelle shook her head violently. She wanted these thoughts gone! To go back to hell! The young mare sighed roughly and stopped under a large tree to fold her legs underneath her and lay down gently to not open any of her wounds. Silent sobs came up from no where, racking her battered body violently.
[/size][/color][/font] Life aint always what you think it outta be! [/font][/size] Lyrics` If I Die Young by The Band Perry
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Speech` Sky Blue
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Post by sibber-chow on May 9, 2011 14:43:50 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,489,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true] | [bg=green] The stalllion had kept to his vow of silence in the wind. Lately, it had been so persistent though, ushering that he remove his barrier, violently lashing at his closed ears. Why did it insist on vexing him so? Yamanu wanted nothing to do with the wind or any sort of power – the stallion wanted not to turn out like his father which he dearly feared he might if he accepted any leverage at all against another equine. That is what forced him to be so distant, to seem so cold.
He wanted nothing more than to leave all creatures and suffer his burden in solitude yet something kept him here… kept him in the Era’s homelands. Annabelle. Thought of her vexed him more than the wind. She was his one tie to the rest of the world – the only reason he did not leave.
She was mad at him though; mad because he could not let his guard down. He had hoped her grudge would eventually subside, but he had not seen her for many nights now. He hadn’t the slightest she had ventured from the Era lands! He hadn’t the slightest her encounter with his father…
It is good she is still mad, Yamanu. Take this as your que… leave. You are no good for her nor any equine. You are of such foul, dark blood… Orpheus and Hannibal before him. Their same thirst is in you. Leave, he mauled over his options feverishly as his large bodice paced to and fro at the foot of Era turf. But what if something happens to her?
Snorting, he decided. He'd take his chance and leave – travel far away from all other equines. And, without the contact, the power of the wind could not tempt the stallion to do such evil things for there would be none to take the cruelty out upon. Yes! He would leave, and when he had gotten far enough away, he could reopen his channels with the wind… to check on Annabelle from time to time.
He had traveled many miles when she crept back into his thoughts. Well, there is no one around. No one within range to turn foul against. Perhaps, I should just check on her…
As his ears swiveled to open channels to the wind, Yamanu’s heart ached and his world came crashing down with the news it told. The hellion turned about and raced towards Annabelle. The wind must be lying… this is trickery… some foul joke! It was not.
He neared her form much sooner than he had anticipated. She was battered and worn and a mixture of rage and empathy raced through him. To his dismay, the rage, that thirst for blood and vengeance was far stronger. Yet, he knew he had to have her safe before he pursue any such vengeance. “Anna… Annabelle? Please, tell me the wind has lied. Tell me that it is merely vengeful to me for closing it off – that this is a sinister ploy of it! Did… did he do this to you?”
characters|| yamanu
word count|| 511
muse music|| AFI, AFI and more AFI!
ooc|| dun dun dun
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Post by .r e e d. on May 9, 2011 18:48:03 GMT -5
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[/size][/color][/font] Oh, and, [/font][/size] I don't know what I'm becoming!
- "He? Meaning your father? Does it look like the wind lied?" The fragile nyfrio mutt looked at him with reddened baby blue eyes, a hint of anger in her sad, cold voice.
Getting up slowly, Annabelle felt as if she had the body of an elder equine, her bones, muscles and wounds aching horribly; as if someone were stabbing her repeatedly. Her body, her lithe, lanky body was covered in wounds; some deep gashes, some, however, merely scrapes where Orpheus's teeth grazed across her pelt. And more important than her physical appearance, her mental stability was slowly slipping away with the thoughts of her virginity being taken away without consent, and the possibility of her being pregnant with a foal she didn't even want or consent to in the first place.
Having nothing to say, the young mare turned away from him shyly. Annabelle didn't want Yamanu to see her like this; so vulnerable and weak. She had no want to eat, barely the need to drink.
Annabelle wanted to speak, to admit everything to him, or to just to tell him it wasn't necessary to even come and find her. But, for the sake of her own sanity, she remained quiet.
[/size][/color][/font] Life aint always what you think it outta be! [/font][/size] Lyrics` If I Die Young by The Band Perry
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Post by sibber-chow on May 9, 2011 19:11:00 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,489,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true] | [bg=green]A snarl curled upon the stag’s lips as Annabelle spoke. The rage that curtled his blood was not directed at her though. While her words angered him, even with their sarcastic undertone, Yamanu was not bitter with her in the least. Instead, his father… foul pile of demonic flesh that he was. Yamanu would get his vengeance if it killed Orpheus and him both.
A shrill cry that could turn the stomach of the strongest horses escaped his throat, a rebellious buck accompanying the ear-shattering cry. His hooves thrashed the air before the large brute found himself recklessly ramming his forehoof into a stump. The wood splintered, pieces spiraling into the air. Yet, the wood chips that had lodged themselves into his leg which crimson now dripped from did not stop the stag’s rage. He continued to pound the stump with his heavy hoof until it was nothing but a pile of ash. All the while, the wind had begun to pick up. Gales rushed around the pair in a fierce frenzy. Limbs came lose from nearby trees and debris clouded the air. None hit the pair as they sat in the eye of the spiral, though.
Another cry beckoned from his lips, rage still seething. His mind had begun to reel on ways to get back at his father. Sure, he could kill the stallion, but more so, he could hurt his pride – he could start by picking off members of his herd or his other spawn. Oh the ways he had to torment his father both mentally and physically! He would pay for his crimes!
Suddenly, the wind stopped short and his eyes lost their mad gleam. His breathing began to slow, orbs crossing path of his companion’s figure. She was looking away. Fear? He did not want that. But, moreso, shame? Why was she ashamed of her pressence here? He was the one who ought to feel so terrible. He had not protected her, while she… she had done nothing wrong.
“Annabelle, listen to me. What happened – what my father did – it will not go unpunished. But you, this was not your fault. Don’t let him do that to you – to make you think such a thing. Don’t.” The stallion approached her as he spoke, nudging her should softly. “You look famished and thirsty. Come with me,” his voice had taken a soft tone and held a sincerity he had not shown in a long time.
He began to walk, stopping a few paces ahead to be sure she was following. characters|| Yamanu
word count|| 448
muse music|| A7X – NOT READY TO DIE
ooc|| crazy horse x)
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Post by .r e e d. on May 9, 2011 19:47:29 GMT -5
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[/size][/color][/font] He came into your apartment, [/font][/size] I don't know what I'm becoming!
- The mutt moved away from the enraged stallion fearfully, body language frightened, but her eyes and facial remaining somber and solemn. The mare's brain was telling to to be afraid, while her heart was telling her, everything was alright. Everything was going to be alright. Which was she to listen to? Her heart, or her brain?
Before the mare could decide, the stallion had already gotten his anger out and was telling her to follow him and that, of course, it wasn't her fault.
"Of course it is my fault, Yamanu. I shouldn't have been wandering there. I shouldn't have let him take it from me, I wanted to keep it for who I was going to grow old with, to save it for my first foal with the one that I loved. But I guess the world just isn't fair, is it?" Annabelle didn't know why she was saying this sort of rubbish, but it was flowing out like a fresh cut, anyway, without her consent. "And now, I'm probably carrying his foal with me. I could have a growing life inside me, yet I don't feel that want to nourish it and let it flourish into a complete being." The same, somber look in her cold blue eyes remained.
And then it hit her like a slap of cold, iced water to the face. "I'm becoming my mother." the mare whispered softly, a warm breeze blowing around her. Annabelle looked down for a few moments, unsure of what to say or do. Why had she just sputtered out all of that nonsense? Did she really believe this was her fault?
She didn't trust herself anymore, she didn't feel safe to be alone with this being, a possible foal, inside of her. She was unstable, able to kill this being and herself at any waking moment. What a monster she had become!
The mutt looked away from the stallion, shame overcoming her somber glare, ears drawing against her skull. What was she to do?
[/size][/color][/font] Left the bloodstains, on the carpet! [/font][/size] Lyrics` Smooth Criminal by Michael Jackson
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Speech` Sky Blue
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Post by sibber-chow on May 9, 2011 20:24:49 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,489,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true] | [bg=green]His ears pinned at her words. Surely she could not believe that; she couldn’t possibly think she was to blame for this, could she? Turning back towards the mare he snorted in disbelief.
“Hush,” hissed from his lips after a moment of silence as his eyes locked upon hers. “Listen to me. This is not your fault. It is my damned fathers!” The wind roared with his rage momentarily. However, a deep breath later, he had calmed.
“Annabelle. You have to take care of yourself first. You will only be allowing my father to win if he breaks your spirit. Now, please, come eat and drink with me. There is a cave not far from here, beneath the mountain of the Eras. We can rest their in peace… together.” Yamanu had decided, he could not leave Annabelle.
He would stand at her side and protect her. He would also seek vengeance in her name. Even if it meant he was going to turn into the cruel, power-hungry creature that his father was, he realized he could never be that to her. So, he would use his powers with the wind to get their,yes their, vengeance before renouncing them. In the process, and thereafter, he would watch over Annabelle like a hawk. Nothing like this would happen again.
“Come, Annabelle, please.” characters|| Yamanu
word count|| 214
muse music|| sixx: a.m.
ooc|| la la la
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