YOU USED TO BE MY HERO.

[big daddy lizzeh.]

The days seemed to laze on by, one by one, the weeks more like months, months like years, and the years like eternities. The mid-day sun shimmered down upon Belle Valle, as the aging painted silhouette of Hannibal sauntered into the meadow. Ears danced upon his head with each step he placed upon the ground, the sound of the birds and the breeze playing with the green leaves sweeping around him, taunting him. The demon blinked his brilliant blue eyes, his gaze wandering from each tree he saw, to the waving green grasses of the meadow that he had entered, to the birds and the clouds.

This peaceful place was where he had first met some of his herd members when he was younger, back when Inferno was his, back before Bolin and Orpheus were born. A deep sigh escaped the elder horse, as his hooves slowed his body, tail swaying serenely behind his scar littered body. The call of a raven caused his ears to flick back against his skull, and his blue eyes went to the culprit, as it flew off toward the direction of Liberta, of Lassan's land. Hannibal knew of all the leads and where their lands were. It was, after all, part of his master plan of taking over Isola once and for all.

But, was that plan actually going to go through? Hannibal was nearing the end of his reign, old age settling in like so many other horses before him. How he was aging, he wouldn't have a clue. He was supposed to be immortal, to never be able to grow old or to die. But here he was, with the aches and pains that older horses had. Blue eyes went to the grasses bent from horses that had walked here before him, ears lifting from his head, nostrils quivering. All the scents were old, not many horses had wandered into Belle Valle in quite some time.

Perhaps this was why Hannibal chose this place, out of everywhere else, to come and reflect on his life. Stopping in the middle of the meadow, the old paint smiled to himself, enjoying the sunshine that shimmered down upon him. Letting his tail sway slowly, he lowered his head, nibbling on the green grasses that grew within the meadow, enjoying their taste for the first time in what seemed like forever. Eyes closed as he enjoyed the peace that had settled around him, the gentle breeze fluttering around him, small butterflies dancing upon the wind.

Hannibal wasn't aware, however, of the creature lurking within the shadows of Belle Valle. Having been away from Era lands for quite some time, Marut had taken to shadowing Hannibal, making sure that the hellion didn't have Tuula, or Haize. The winds that blew around Hannibal were to mask the white stallion's presence, so that the painted stallion didn't know he was being hunted. Marut's ears pinned against his skull, nostrils flared, and he was half tempted to approach the devil horse. But, something held him back. With a faint snort, the Era Lead turned away from Hannibal, disappearing into the shadows. He'd leave Hannibal to enjoy his little vacation.

Hannibal was still oblivious to his surroundings, even after the breeze had died down and left him. The painted stallion breathed in deeply, the smell of the wild flowers and grass comforting him. His thoughts began to roam, to Tuula, to his sons and daughters, to Spirit, and how he possibly had failed during both his lives. Ears eased back toward his skull, as he understood that he probably had chosen the wrong path in life, that if he hadn't been such a cruel and evil stallion, that a lot more horses might have liked him, that he would have more allies than enemies upon the island. You can't change the past, however, and Hannibal would have to live with his mistakes.

Lifting his head up from the grass, blue eyes glanced around at the trees, ears alert. It was as if he had heard something, although he couldn't see anything. Shaking his head, Hannibal began to consider if he was going crazy with his old age.

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six ninety two .
my love, justin timberlake ft. t.i & timbaland .
hannibal .
open to anyone ! .
(c) lizzeh 2011 .

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[bg=green] Just as Hannibal had been followed these past days, so had Marut, and by one of the very mares he sought. Tuula loved Marut, but over the months Hannnibal had been ever-present in her thoughts. The aged mare would likely be considered senile and crazed at this point in her life – so far from the wise maternal she’d once been considered. Certainly, it had to be crazy that her tormentor for so many years was still a love in her life. But, regardless of the sanity of the circumstance, Tuula did love Hannibal. She would always care for him. The mare had lied to herself over the years. She had said she was over the stallion and that she had moved on. It was a lie, though. Tuula was torn between an array of feelings for her former mate and her current. When had things become such a mess? Was it a mistake ever leaving Hannibal and meeting Marut? Perhaps. Shaking her crown, the speckled ivory realized that Marut was on the move. As a direct descendant of Era royalty, the mare’s prowess with the island’s gales was far more advanced than any of her Era counterpart might have realized. She listened in her hidden veil as her mate moved on and her former remained stagnant. Was Marut finally giving up? Instead of the hurt that most might find at his forfeiture, Tuula was elated. Finally, she had a chance to confront Hannibal alone. At first, the mare had told herself she was pursuing the painted hellion in order to save her children, but it had become a reluctant recognition that it was a far more selfish pursuit. Of course, Tuula had checked in from time to time to be certain Haize had not been slain or anything too severe. In fact, Haize seemed to be fairing decently enough in Felwood. She seemed to want to stay almost. The mare could not help but snort – it seemed her daughter resembled her in more than appearance. She also had a self-destructive taste when it came to her suitors. When Marut was far enough from the duo, Tuula cautiously approached Hannibal. A light whuffle was all that managed to escape her kissers as she came upon him. Her initial trepidation had withered away as she stood before her first and truest love. For whatever reason, this moment felt right with the mare regardless of how selfish she was truly being. characters|| tuula word count|| 408 muse music|| maroon 5 ooc|| raaaaah

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His thoughts were preoccupied, his head lowered with his eyes closed, enjoying the sunshine and the peacefulness that Belle Valle offered. He hadn't heard Tuula approach until the whinny reached his perked ears. It was if a lightning bolt struck the painted stallion, eyes opened wide, and he turned his head quickly in the direction of Tuula. Inside, his heart broke. Legs wouldn't move, and he couldn't dare to breathe. All he did was stand there, stock still, staring at the one who plagued his thoughts, his dreams, his very being. What was she doing here, here in Belle Valle, without anyone else from the Era herd by her side? Why was she here, when he knew that Marut was out scouting for any signs of her? Why, why here, and why now?

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What... Tuula.. what.. why...[/font] he stammered, unable to even place together a simple sentence. Since when had Tuula made him speak jibberish, to feel so weak, so unable to control himself? Ears didn't know if they wanted to pin themselves upon his head, or stay perked forward, so they danced wildly in confusion, as blue eyes stared at Tuula in disbelief. What in Hell's name was she doing here? Hannibal didn't know if he was going to have a heart attack and die now, or if he was just overreacting to her appearance. Shaking his head violently, and closing his eyes tight, he wished, hoped, that this was all a dream. That Tuula wasn't standing before him in the meadow, just the two of them, alone. And as he opened his eyes... she was still there. Still the beautiful mare he had fallen in love with, so long ago. The same mare who mothered his children, even if it had been rough. The same mare, who had come back to him.[/font]

Tuula, my love. What are you doing here? Why have you followed me,[/font] the dark paint asked, finally able to form words and sentences. The initial shock had faded, and now he stepped forward on wobbly legs, ears tilted toward the Era mare, as he neared her.[/font] Oh, how I've missed you. There are so many things I want to say to you.. I don't know where to start. What about Marut? What will he say, knowing you are here, with me, right now?[/font] So many questions wanted to roll out of his mouth, but he shut it just in time, as he stood close enough to reach out with his muzzle and touch her. Hannibal was tempted to, but he resisted, clenching his jaw and tilting his ears back ever so slightly.

He loved her. Yes, he always loved her. Of course, Hannibal loved Spirit, too, but she couldn't ever replace what Tuula and him had with each other. The dark hellion slapped his tail against his hindquarters, blinking his eyes a few times. It seemed as if time slowed around the two aging horses, the birds songs had slowed so much. Then, it all sped up and it seemed as if it were crashing in around the poor stallion. Shaking his head again to rid his ears of the noise, he tried concentrating on the Era before him.

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six hundred three .
hero, enrique englasias .
hannibal .
(c) lizzeh 2011 .

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[bg=green] There should have been a colossal amount of relief as the stallion looked upon her with a kind demeanor opposed to the venemous behavior he was so well known for displaying. Any normal horse would have been put at ease and gulped back some anguish. And, yet, the mare had been confident that the hatred Hannibal often displayed would not be directed upon her on this encounter. Tuula was not certain why she expected the kindness from her tormentor and lover, but it was good to be right. As the stallion stuttered and stammered in disbelief, she remained silent and still. Her thoughts became tied up with once forgotten memories of their lives and a rush of tangled emotions. Even as he managed to regain his composure and spoke with coherency, the speckled ivory was initially distracted. She made no effort to make the slightest response until she realized his muzzle pressed upon her own. The mare could feel a tremble travel down her spine as the elation overruled any former anxiety. No matter the reprecussions of this meeting, Tuula was happy to be here with Hannibal. She would have been happy anywhere, even in the fiery depths of hell, at his side. And, just pehaps, damnation was what would become of her for her most recent selfishness and the treacheries she was placing upon her loved ones. Finally, words filled the mare’s mouth, “I think the better question is what have we done to ourselves, love?” The mare returned his nuzzle affectionately, her duo tones orbs overcome with a sincerity. Her maw sought out to lip at his forelock momentarily before taking a few paces back from the hellion. “I’ve become selfish in my old age, Hannibal. Whether it is right or wrong, I cannot get you from my thoughts nor could I go another day without seeing you again. I am betraying Marut and hurting my family and am just so terribly selfish, but I love you. I always have.” The mare knew the feeling had to be reciprocated. She could just feel it in her every fiber. Harsh words and terrible tortures had plagued their relationship, but they belonged together in the most demented and twisted fashion. “Now, dear, what are all these questions you have to ask?” The mare’s tail twitched as flies began to perch upon her haunches. The minor irritation of these pests could not deter from her current contentment, though. Not even the knowledge that she was hurting nearly all that she loved was enough to take away from her elation. She’d given in trying the rationalize this; she was going to hurt the ones she loved and as sick and dark as it was, Tuula would be happy doing just that. Perhaps, the whispered rumors of her insanity were not far from the truth. Was it really so bad being insane if you were happy? The wind encircled the pair in a gentle caress, playing with the tresses of their mans and whistling along to the sweet tune of their neighboring birds. As she awaited whatever else her former had to query or state, Tuula closed the distance she’d placed between them only moments before. Her crown reached out to press against his neck allowing her lips to nip playfully at his crest. characters|| tuula word count|| 551 muse music|| h.i.m. ooc|| muse is getting better, hoorah. ^____^

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A relieving calm washed over the old painted stallion, as Tuula lipped his mane, something she used to do back before the male twins were born. Ears laid back in comfort, and he let a small smile cross his muzzle, as he reached up to nibble on her cheek lovingly. Hannibal didn't care anymore who saw him with her, didn't care who told anyone what, he was, for the first time in what seemed like a lifetime, content. A gentle sigh escaped the grand stallion, and he let his blue eyes rest upon his former counterpart.

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You're always in my thoughts, my darling. There isn't a day that goes by that you aren't there in my mind. At first, I thought you were merely tormenting me, but now, I realize that you were always there because you are my soul mate. Forever and ever. And...[/font] the stallion paused, and took a deep breath, drawing his head away from her, but her blue eyes stayed upon Tuula,[/font] I am so sorry for everything I have done to you. Hurting you in every way possibly, making Bolin leave. I just hope, I pray, that you forgive me for everything. It shouldn't have ever happened. I was so lost and confused, I wasn't thinking clearly.[/font]

Hannibal bowed his head to her, his brilliant blue eyes closed as he waited for her verdict. The old stallion truly was sorry for everything he had done, said, etc. He didn't want anymore bad blood between him and the mare. It was time to bury the hatchet. Ears flicked on top of the stallion's head, as a bird called overhead. He half hoped it wasn't someone from Liberta, Rocas, or Fuoco. He knew that Fuoco had recently started using more and more eagles and phoenixes to scout and spy, having run into one of the fiery birds before. Luckily, he had killed it before it could fly off. Something he regretted afterward.[/blockquote][/color][/font]

three thirty five .
now i only want you gone, portal two .
hannibal .
(c) lizzeh 2011 .

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[bg=green] Tuula contentedly groomed at the painted brute’s crest allowing her warm breath to huff at the occasional stray tress in a teasing manner. As he spoke, her heart fluttered in a way she had not felt in years. Oh how this old mare had missed him! However, as he pulled back, every fiber of pleasure and joy seemed to be ripped from her being. The speckled ivory’s chest throbbed and a gasp seethed from her lips as if the air had been knocked from her lungs. There was an instantaneous despair – a fear that he might leave her in that very moment. And, yet, he did not… As he spoke apologetically of his past sins, the mare offered a forgiving smile. And, truly, she held no disdain for the past tortures she had endured at his command. She had put the old brute through a number of emotional treacheries in their time, too. She acknowledged that now. “We have both done terrible things to each other, Hannibal. I turned against you without giving you the least chance. I betrayed you many times over, and for those crimes to you I am just as sorry.” The mare’s tail slapped her hide rather harshly as she lowered her own crown to his level. “We are terribly demented, love.” There was a perverse amusement as she spoke those words. They were terrible for and to each other, but that is exactly why they worked in their own warped manner. Glancing up to the sky, Tuula’s gaze narrowed slightly upon the squawking creature above. The mare paid little mind to whatever threat it could pose in its allegiance with other herds. The threats of the world seemed so far away in this moment. She was content with ignorance of the severity of the island for now. Orbs refocused upon Hannibal after a few moments. She began to wonder of Hannibal’s current mate – he had queried of Marut, well, what of Spirit? How would the mare react to this encounter? And, what about Davi and Aeon; how might they react? Each of her youngest twins sought for her blood she feared. “Hannibal, what of your mare and your herd? How do you suppose they will take to this?” Honestly, Tuula did not care if his herd hated her, but what she did fear was the threat of them changing his mind about her. She would not let that happen! Tuula had decided if she was going to selfishly pursue what she loved then she would just as selfishly take down any that posed a threat to that love. characters|| tuula word count|| 433 muse music|| h.i.m. ooc|| ...

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Brilliant blue eyes watched Tuula closely, noticing the change when he had pulled away. Of course, it broke his heart to see her in any kind of distress, it always had. Ears twitched, as the mare voiced her own apologies to him, and he merely shrugged his painted shoulders. He deserved everything Tuula had thrown at him. The affair, the lies, everything, he deserved it all. Nostrils flared gently, and Hannibal lifted his head up, looking like the regal stallion he once had been when he was younger. A small smirk crossed his maw, and he nodded in agreement to her words.

[/font] Of course we are, dear. If we weren't, I don't think these lives we led would've ever happened,[/font] Hannibal's painted coat twitched, as another fly landed upon his shoulder. He turned quickly to nip at it, then turned back toward Tuula, nostrils flaring.

As soon as Tuula mentioned Spirit, Hannibal's ears flew back against his skull, and a fire seemed to rage within his blue eyes. However, his body didn't smoke like it did when he got angry. Shaking his head, he breathed out slowly, and looked to the bent grasses around the couple.[/font] I.. I don't know. Spirit knows I love her, she knows that I care about her, and that our love wouldn't ever be like yours and mine was. She should realize that most of my heart has always belonged to you,[/font] his ears released from his skull, but his blue eyes remained on the grasses, buffeted slightly by the breeze created by Tuula. Flicking his tail slowly behind him, the great stallion continued,[/font] my herd, our daughters... they will have to realize that I can not be bound. I am a roaming animal, you surely know this by now.[/font]

He finally looked up from the grasses, the blueness of his eyes shimmering with tears. It had been a while since he had really cried, and now, a single tear slid from his cheek, onto the ground. He didn't care about his herd, the twins, Spirit, for right now. At this very moment, it was about Tuula and him, no one else.[/blockquote][/color][/font]

three sixty seven .
king of pride rock, the lion king .
hannibal .
(c) lizzeh 2011 .

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[bg=green] She should have expected her counterpart to merely shrug off the words. He had always been the stubborn one about, well, everything. This thought only caused her to smile. Their apologies had not been necessary on either end. They both knew they were meant for each other although what had conspired between them was terrible and would make the normal equine shudder; in fact, Tuula had many times overheard the gales transmit horses whispering of their terrible past as if they were some sort of fable. But, such a traumatic legend seemed to be resolving happily enough. Although, she knew oral tradition would most fondly recall all the torture they put everyone else through – who cares if they were truly happy. At one point, it would have bothered her to leave such a legacy, but her mental state did not currently allow such burdened thoughts. As his head was held high, the mare could not help but recall when they first met. He was such an arrogant bast*rd, and she fell for him quickly. So much had changed, and yet, it felt as if nothing at all had. Her weight shifted with a slight unease as she observed his reaction to mention of Spirit and the herd. The mare had known Hannibal for far too long to not realize how easily he could lose his temper. Despite his initial frustration, Tuula had to admit that she was somewhat astonished about how well he had carried himself through that moment. However, something in his words left a bitter taste in her mouth… She did know him to be a free roaming soul, and her biggest fear right now was losing him. She would not go back to her old life, and it was not because it what not be permitted. Rather, she refused. This happiness, this insanity, as some may call it, was right and she would die trying to maintain it. She would not lose him again. “Screw them all,”she murmured with a quirky little smirk finding its way upon her lips. It was hard to tell rather she was serious or joking; she would truly be up for either conclusion. “We will do what we have to when the time comes, Hannibal. But, right now, it’s just you and me, love.” characters|| tuula word count|| 383 muse music|| black veil brides ooc|| nomnomnom

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Why did life have to be so damn complicated? The painted stallion shook his head violently, as if he had something stuck to his face, and his eyes narrowed ever so slightly. His blue eyes stung with tears, each of them rolling down onto the grasses below, he couldn't help it, they just appeared. If Hannibal believed in redemption, he would give anything to have it. Ears flicked back onto his skull forcefully, and he stomped a hoof. His movements made him look like he was losing control, like the insane side that horses whispered about was trying to take over. But something else was happening.

A dark aura surrounded the painted stallion, small wisps of a shadowy substance danced off from his coat, disappearing into the air. It hurt to have whatever this was happen, the pain causing more tears to well inside the stallion's brilliant blue eyes. He looked to Tuula, and backed up, ears still pinned against his skull, eyes wide. Confusion, pain, and fear crept into every fiber of his being, as the dark aura grew around him, pulsating and flexing. A shrill whinny escaped Hannibal, almost like a scream of pain, as a big glop of shadow substance dislodged itself from Hannibal's side, hanging in mid-air next to the dark stallion, bobbing up and down, as if suspended by winds.

Everything within Hannibal's sight grew hazy, distorted, and seemed to be draining of color. More shadows disappeared off the stallion, tears still streaming down his face. A ways behind the couple, within the shade of the trees, a single white figure stood, gentle eyes glowing brightly. The unicorn stared straight at Hannibal, it's horn pointed at him, small words mumbled under her breath. Epona was ridding the island of the dark reign that Hannibal held.

More and more of the shadowy aura ripped away from Hannibal's body, as the stallion quivered and whimpered with pain. Finally, in one last effort from the unicorn, all the darkness of the stallion's heart finally dislodged itself, standing next to the painted stallion as the demon horse the Devil had created, it's fiery eyes dancing wildly. Epona sent out a whinny, white body glowing brightly, and charged for the darkened mass of Hannibal's darkness, and upon impact, the shadowy devilspawn and the unicorn vanished in a brilliant white light.

Hannibal took one look at Tuula, the dark aura disappearing from around him, blue eyes drained of all emotion. The next moment, he collapsed upon the green grass, unconscious from the redemption spell she had just cast over him.

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four twenty five .
if everyone cared, nickleback .
hannibal .
REDEMPTION, FINALLY! .
(c) lizzeh 2011 .

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[bg=green] The mare frowned slightly as tears rolled down her love’s cheeks. She thought no less of him for the tears but began to fret that something was quite wrong. The fears were confirmed soon enough as Hannibal seemed to be having violent spasms. The mare stepped forward to attempt and comfort the stallion when a darkness overwhelmed his form. A quick gasp burst from her throat as the aura seemed to overwhelm the whole clearing in which they stood. A sickness overcame her as her body began to tremble with the dark chill the aura brought about. It eventually forced her back a few paces to her reluctance. Yet, the further she got from his form, the more relief that came. Tuula’s mind was bogged; she didn’t know what to do or if there was a single thing that could be done at this very moment. The shadowy auras began to breathe their own life separate of Hannibal, and Tuula’s breath was burdened as she could do nothing but stare. She refused to flee – she would not leave Hannibal despite the unease that flowed through her veins. She loved him too much to leave him even if it meant her demise. That is when a piercing glow in the woods caught the mare’s eyes. What, what was that? She did not have much time to contemplate the matter. The rest of sequence seemed to happen in slow motion and yet she could not force a movement quick enough in the blur. As the white figure emerged from the shadows and collided with the dark masses, the speckled ivory reared into the air. As she came down the forms were gone as if they had never even existed. Eyes peered desperately to Hannibal, hoping this had been true. Perhaps her crazed mind had imagined the whole sight! But, no, as she peered to the painted brute a shrill whinny left her chords as he fell. He seemed so pale, so lifeless, and she did not know what to do? There was nobody that would help the pair if they even knew how. Between the two, they had burned far too many bridges. Quietly, the mare approached his fallen form. A sorrowful moan slipped from her throat as she laid her bodice alongside his. Resting her muzzle upon his barrel, the mare waited for her love to awaken. Tears slithered from her two-toned gaze as it remained unwavering upon her lover. She waited, like a loyal mutt to its human, for him to awaken. He just had to wake back up. He had to. characters|| tuula word count|| 432 muse music|| ryan adams ooc|| so saaad. T___T and, yet, so friggin' romantic.

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The hours passed slowly, the sun trekking across the cloudless skies with ease, the shadows of the forest around the meadow in which Tuula and Hannibal were lying in moving. The birds stopped their singing as evening encroached upon the island, tucking themselves down into their nests for the night. As the sun caused a rainbow of colors to streak across the sky, the body of Hannibal finally began to stir. First, it was his ears, tilting back and forth, the sounds of the evening finally coming to the painted stallion. Then, his eyes opened, the blueness looking around, taking in the shadows of the approaching night. Finally, he moved his head, looking over to Tuula, a small smile upon his muzzle.

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You didn't have to stay by my side, my darling,[/font] the stallion chuckled under his breath, and shifted into a more comfortable position so he could look at the mare. Reaching forward, he touched her cheek gently, letting a faint nicker escape him.[/font] Tuula. Come back to Felwood with me. I won't let anyone harm you, and I will explain to Spirit everything,[/font] he pulled his muzzle away, and stared at her. Something about him seemed different. There was no longer a dark void within his heart, he felt every emotion possible. Flicking his ears slightly, he wondered if this was what it felt like to truly live. Without the darkness coursing through him, it felt as if a weight had been lifted.[/blockquote][/color][/font]

two fifty two .
savior, rise against .
hannibal .
i didn't want to drag out the post with nonsense .
(c) lizzeh 2011 .

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[bg=black] Just as Tuula never budged or dare to even shut her eyes for too long as the unconscious stallion remained down. The furthest movement she made was the occasional shift of weight or lifting her tiara at an unfamiliar sound. The duo was fortunate that some creature of prey hadn’t come across them while they were down. Tuula would have protected Hannibal with her very life it came to it, but it just might. The mare certainly wasn’t as young as she used to be and was growing steadily wearier and famished at his side. Still, she refuted the idea of leaving and was happy to have done such. As her painted companion began to stir, the mare pulled her head from his barrel allowing a soft whuffle to be the first thing he heard. There was a heavy burden lifted from her heart as he sat up and the knots in her stomach evolved into butterflies. It was good to hear his laughter and his voice as she had thought she’d lost it forever. And, now, the mare knew without a shadow of a doubt that she never wanted to live on this earth without him. He was hers and contrariwise was she his. She leaned her cheek into his touch, a total contentment overwhelming her. As he spoke, a sudden remorse overpowered the joy she felt. When he pulled away there was sadness in her eyes; she wasn’t sad he had asked, but rather shameful of her selfishness. The good aura that had swept over Hannibal was contagious it seemed as it occurred to her that while she knew she would stay at Hannibal’s side, she had too make things right by her family. Marut and Bolin – they both deserved to know the truth and that she did love them, too, but that she belonged with Hannibal. “Nothing would make me happier, Hannibal. But, as you need to explain things to Spirit, I should talk to Marut and Bolin, as well. They are a part of my family, and it was selfish of me to leave them with no explanation. I’m ashamed I didn’t feel this way before. I-I don’t know what came over me.” Offering him a gentle smile after she’d gushed all that babble like a young filly, the mare could feel that he would understand. She could feel that things were right with him and right with her now. characters|| tuula word count|| 402 muse music|| scarlet grey ooc|| <3

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Gentle blue eyes watched the Era, a small smile still upon the grand stallion's muzzle. Tuula needed to make peace with her own family, as did Hannibal. Tilting his ears back ever so slightly, Hannibal frowned.

[/font] Tuula... when you go to speak to Bolin.. can I come? I need to make amends with our children. I should have never pushed them away,[/font] the stallion pushed himself off the ground, shaking his painted coat of the grasses that clung to the white and dark brown. Flaring his nostrils as he looked to the mare, ears perked at her, wondering if that would even be a good idea.

The sun now set, a midnight blue sky hanging overhead, stars twinkling here and there. Despite it being night, it was still fairly warm out, and sweat clung to the stallion's neck. Nostrils flared, and he looked up at the sky for a brief moment, blue eyes reflecting the stars that twinkled from above. It had been a while since Hannibal had stopped to look at the sky, the moon, the stars. They were beautiful things, something he had taken for granted all these years.

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two thirty four .
haunted, disturbed .
hannibal .
meck .
(c) lizzeh 2011 .

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[bg=black] As the stallion stood, the mare tried to gain enough control of her body. However, she couldn’t stand at first; having not taken proper care of her body recently was quickly taking a toll on the elder mare. Staying in position, the speckled ivory listened to his every word with a slight anxiety. “If you feel you must, I will not stop you Hannibal.” The mare felt confident none of her children would be too enthralled. But, making amends was the just thing to do. Bolin would likely be the most civil, but what of Orpheus? He had a temper as bad, possibly worse, than his father’s had ever been. And, as much as she hated to admit it, she doubted the colt had a good bone in his body. Much unlike Hannibal who had the capacity for compassion. Famished and fatigued, she finally stood with caution, but in spite of her attempts, the mare still found her head spinning as a crippling headache set in. “I… I think I need to get something to eat.” Pacing to a decent enough spot, the mare bowed her crown to the long, swaying green tendrils. Each bite was lush and moist and rejuvenated her enough for the time being. Pulling her crown up, Tuula gave him a quiet nod and a smile, "I just got a little dizzy, but I'm okay now." characters|| tuula word count|| 230 muse music|| the all-american rejects. ooc|| wimpy post. @_@ sorry.

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[big daddy lizzeh.]

As Tuula finally stood up, and began to eat, Hannibal stayed nearby to keep an eye on her, and to make sure nothing would come to attack the two older horses. Ears flicked atop the aging paint's head, as he looked up to the stars, flaring his nostrils ever so slightly. Would his children actually let him speak, or would they grow hostile and push him away? Blue eyes closed, as a gentle breeze wrapped around him, playing with his mane and tail. It made him remember when Bolin first started to understand his powers. He would always let gentle breezes float around Hannibal, showing him what he could do. Hannibal had been proud of Bolin, of what he could do, and always thought that his oldest son would take over Inferno.

But how wrong he had been. Hannibal hadn't seen the gentle spirit of the oldest twin, of how he was so unlike Orpheus. Perhaps that was why he left; because he felt he was different from the rest of the Inferno herd. Hannibal's ears flicked slightly, as he shifted his gaze from the Heavens above, to Tuula. Oh, how he had messed up such a good life he had had. Pushing away his family, being away for so long, he didn't realize he had such a good thing until now, years after the fact. Sighing, the grand stallion moved to the mare's side, gently rubbing his muzzle along her neck, trying to remember all the good time the couple had had while they had been together.

Nickering faintly, Hannibal moved so that his muzzle touched her cheek, and he breathed in deeply. As his nostrils quivered, Hannibal could smell the faint scent of Marut, and it broke his heart slightly. Trying to keep a straight face on, without breaking down, the stallion nuzzled the mare's cheek, ears tilted back ever to slightly.

[/font] We'll head to the Era lands whenever you are ready, my darling,[/font] Hannibal spoke gently, as he pulled his muzzle away from her cheek, blue eyes watching her. He was concerned that they had laid upon the ground for too long, that their old bones were going to hurt more than normal because of it.[/blockquote][/color][/font]

three hundred seventy nine .
through the fire and the flames, dragonforce ; faraway, nickleback .
hannibal .
fweee. museee! .
(c) lizzeh 2011 .

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