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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Nov 4, 2011 19:54:45 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,392,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true] | [bg=#0F1808]No. He wasn't like the others. Try as she may, Halloween couldn't bring herself to accept that Fortinbras loved her for her, and didn't use her. Ears flattened against the aging Arabian's skull, as she emerged upon the sands of the beaches, her hooves sinking into the wet ground beneath her. It had just been raiding, the mare hiding within the brush to keep from the torrential downpour that had surprised her while she walked to the beach. Now, as the storm had passed, she emerged from her cover, fairly dry, yet annoyed. The rainy months were slowly fading away, the trees were losing their green colorings, the reds, yellows, and oranges emerging in great blossoms of color.
Fall would be here soon, and Halloween still hadn't found her permanent winter home yet. Hooves moved the creature across the sands, toward the water's edge, the salty ocean rolling upon the beach in small waves. As one of these waves washed across her fore hooves, the mare stopped, her ears pricked on top of her head. Staring out across the vast water that surrounded Isola, Halloween still tried to reason with the nagging feeling that wrenched at her heart.
Suddenly, the mare winced in pain, as a ripple danced acrossed her sides. Despite being only a few months pregnant, the baby within her moved like it was due any day. It pained her to carry this foal, sharper pains tormenting her at night, keeping her awake, then jolting her from any slumber that managed to take hold. Sighing, the mare turned her head toward her barrel, nipping annoyingly at the skin. I can't wait for you to be born, you little devil. You're causing me too much pain, her voice was soft, but there was a twinge of anger flickering within her words. Almost as if the babe growing within her actually heard what the mare said, another ripple of pain danced through the Arabian.
A curse was muttered under the mare's breath, and she turned her head away from her body, glancing across the ocean once more. Oh, how Halloween couldn't wait for this baby to be born. So unlike her first child this one was. This thought caused a sadness to ripple through her, and she breathed out slowly, nostrils flaring. She missed her daughter, and wondered where she was now. she hadn't bothered to come back to the cave to see her or Fortinbras, so Halloween could only assume that she had succumbed to the evils of the island, and was now dead.
Tears threatened to well in her eyes, burning and stinging, but Halloween blinked them away. She wasn't going to shed anymore tears. She had to look toward the future, toward this new baby, and to the life she was supposed to have with Fortinbras, wherever he had wandered off to. Once a wanderer, always a wanderer, it seemed. No matter what commitment you might be in. | four hundred eighty seven .
| halloween .
| heartbreak, m'black .
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Post by Vel on Nov 5, 2011 8:56:23 GMT -5
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Fortinbras poked his large head out from the grove of trees he had been hiding in to protect himself against the storm. He was glad that the rainy season was finally coming to an end. Even though the almost constant rain would cease to exist in a few short days, it would give way to cold weather. The leaves on the trees had already begun to change into different shades, ranging form red to yellow. Every day the air temperature cooled down several degrees and the wind began to pick up. It was often cloudy, yet the rain did not fall. When the rain did fall it was no longer the refreshing droplets that cooled a horse off, or offered him the warm comfort of lazy summer days. This rain was cold and frigid, pelting a horse's coat like a thousand chilled needles.
The stag sighed as he slowly made his way onto the beach, his temporary home. He figured it was best to go find Halloween and just talk with her. He had not seen the mare all day and felt as if she was just as bored as he was. Ever since Halloween had become pregnant with their first child together, she had been very emotional and moody. Every little thing seemed to upset the Arab, especially any mention of Verridith, her lost daughter. Fortinbras' mate had convinced herself that her daughter had fallen victim to the horrors of the island and was nothing more than a decaying corpse in some wretched land. Fortinbras knew that could very well be a possibility, but he did not want to believe something like that would ever happen to the young mare. In his min, Verridith was fine and living in a nice herd with a new, nice family. Perhaps she had met a nice stallion and would soon be in the process of starting her own family.
Fortinbras halted when the form of the chestnut Arabian came into his line of vision. He lifted his dark muzzle into the air and nickered to her, his ears perking in anticipation as a smile spread across his face. It only took Fortinbras a few seconds to meet up with her, his long stride carrying him quickly across the red sands. "Ciao, mia bella." he greeted her, touching his velvety muzzle to her own in a simple greeting. His chocolate eyes traveled to her swollen belly before resting on her dished face. "How are the two of you doing today?" he asked, hoping to hear only good things, but knowing Halloween's mood swings lately, it was going to be a different answer.
fortinbras .
four three nine .
So Small (Dave Romane Remix) - Italo Brothers .
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Nov 7, 2011 14:35:17 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,392,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true] | [bg=#0F1808]Like they always were, Halloween's thoughts were distant, her gaze still steady upon the horizon, the gentle salty breeze playing with the strands of hair that fell in between her eyes. Blinking, she heard the nicker from Fortinbras, and she turned her head. Almost at an instant, the stallion was at her side, and a gentle smile crossed her muzzle. As his touched her own, her heart swelled, and she felt happy for once. Being pregnant had brought on her wild mood swings, and she felt terribly sorry that she had to put her mate through it. The Arabian knew the dark stallion understood.
As he spoke, the mare's sides ached, and she grimaced. The pain was almost too much to bear, but as soon as it passed, the mare let another smile cross her muzzle. I am quite fine, if this little thing would stop trying to destroy my body, the mare touched her mate's cheek with her muzzle, and then pulled away. Eyes went back to the ocean, and she let a small sigh escape her. I am quite sorry for everything that has been going on. This babe is not like how you-know-who was, the mare tried not to talk about her daughter now, it pained her to do so. Ears flicked toward her skull, as another ripple of pain tore through her, and she snorted.
As soon as this baby was born, she would be a lot happier. | two hundred forty .
| halloween .
| heartbreak, m'black .
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Post by Vel on Nov 8, 2011 22:16:38 GMT -5
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It was so nice to see a sense of clam wash over his mate. She always seemed so tense, high-strung, and generally pissed at anything and everything around her since she became pregnant. This was more like her own self. Fortinbras was glad that she would return to the way he remembered here in several months time. Putting up for this for almost a whole year would be challenging, but he was her mate. It was his duty to stay with, protect, and love her, even through times like this. He would not be like Verridith's father and leave his mate high and dry with nothing but a reminder of their time together. He was stuck with her for life. If she would keep him that long of course.
Her smile soon changed into a grimace. This caused the stallion to frown at her sudden change in expression. It had to be that damned foal moving about again. Fortinbras had, surprisingly, never had a child with any mare, but he knew normal foals were not this active, especially at this stage of pregnancy. It would all be over soon. Fortinbras had to keep telling himself that.
Fortinbras' eyes flicked to the mare's barrel, detecting the movement of the creature growing inside her. "If it's this active now, I bet it will be quite the handful once it's born." Fortinbras said. "But its nothing we can't handle." he added with a smile, trying to distract her from the discomfort she was feeling, physically and mentally after speaking about her daughter.
"You don't need to apologize for anything, mia bella." he informed her, not accepting her apology, but dismissing it all together. "So, have you thought of any names for this little bugger?" he asked, trying to change the conversation to something a bit happier.
fortinbras .
three oh four .
Liar - Vanilla Ninja .
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Nov 17, 2011 20:04:28 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,392,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true] | [bg=#0F1808]Here he was, being so nice to her. Halloween had been such a bitch toward him, had been wanting nothing but to run away and be alone, and here he wasn't even batting an eye at her apology. Ears twitched as he spoke, nodding at his words. I'm afraid of that, Fortinbras. If it is this active now, how are we going to handle it in the future? What if it is so uncontrollable that it tries to... her words drifted off, and the mare shook her head. She wouldn't think it, she couldn't think it. But what if their child did turn out to be a bad seed, and in the future tried to kill the couple? Ears pinned against her skull, the sharp pain that followed the thought making her believe that this child could actually tell what it's mother was thinking.
Names? In all honesty, Halloween's mind hadn't even been on what to name their child. Frowning, Halloween began to slowly shake her head. |
[/font] I haven't, my dear. I don't know of any names that I would want to use. Although, Thor does have a good ring to it if it is a boy. As for a girl, not a clue.[/font] A sheepish smile crossed the mare's maw, and she reached over, nudging her mate's cheek gently. Thor. That would be a wonderful name for a little colt. Nostrils flared, as the child moved once again, and she blinked. How in the world was this baby so active already!?[/size][/blockquote] | two hundred fifty one .
| halloween .
| stronger, kanye west .
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Post by Vel on Nov 17, 2011 22:33:18 GMT -5
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Fortinbras listened intently as the fae voiced her fears about their child. she did not even need to finish the sentence, for Fortinbras knew what she was going to say. What if this child was the rotten apple of the lot, the bad seed? Why would it be? The stag was convinced that even though upbringing had so much to do with how a horse turned out, his or her genetics came into play too. As far as Fortinbras could tell there was nothing in their bloodlines that would cause a crazed foal to be born. Perhaps he or she might be a slut when they got older, seeing Fortinbras' family history, but a severe troublemaker? No, it just could not be!
The chestnut Arab pinned her ears back flat against her skull as the foal protested to her words. Fortinbras could not stifle his chuckle. "Halloween, I think he or she knows that they are being talked about. I don't blame 'em either. If my mother said I was going to be a little devil, I would like to remind her 'hey! I'm a good kid you got here!'" Fortinbras joked, trying to take Halloween's mind off her worries.
Thor. That was a strong name. Yes, a little boy with the name of Thor would be the perfect little colt. He would grow up to be big and strong. He would go far in his life and make his dear mother and father proud. Of course, just as Halloween said, it could be a girl as well. Fortinbras bit his lower lip as he thought of a name that would fit a little princess. "Andromeda would be a nice name for a filly." he said quietly, looking to Halloween for her reaction to the name.
fortinbras .
two nine seven .
Sail - AWOLNATION .
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Dec 5, 2011 17:24:33 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,392,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true] | [bg=#0F1808]A small rumble overhead drew the mare's attention away from her mate for a brief second, not really noticing the dark clouds that had swept across the skies until now. Shaking her head, she looked at Fortinbras once again, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Andromeda. The name sparked a memory of back home, of a little filly who would tell on Halloween all the time, even if she hadn't done anything. Despite the horrid memories of the young filly, Halloween liked the name. Andromeda... despite the memories of home, I really like that name, with her words, the baby within her moved, as if agreeing with the name as well.
Ears danced upon the mare's head, as she looked out across the sea, thunder rumbling in the distance. These storms were more frequent, despite the cold air of winter slowly taking hold of the island. Would it rain this time, or would snow fall for the first time since the last winter? A small shiver ran through the mare, remembering how cold the last winter was, how deep the snow had become due to how much had fallen. Halloween didn't particularly look forward to it, but it was part of living in a place that got snow. | two hundred eleven .
| halloween .
| what goes around, comes around [justin timberlake] .
| sorry that it's short, vel .
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Post by Vel on Dec 7, 2011 19:51:00 GMT -5
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A smile tugged on the corner's of the stallion's mouth as Halloween agreed with his name choice, even though it reminded her of her past. This little tidbit of information caused Fortinbras to cock his large head to the side. He had never heard her speak of an Andromeda. It was not that common of a name and now he was curious as to who this past Andromeda had been. "You knew an Andromeda?" he asked. "Now I'm curious." he stated, looking at her with his bright, chocolate optics wide with interest.
If she did not want to share she did not have to. That was one thing Fortinbras did, respect the privacy of his mate. It was wonderful to find new things about her on a daily basis, but he knew every horse had their secrets. Perhaps he was so understanding because pf the own secrets he harboured deep within his own mind that had yet to come to surface around the Arabian mare. He felt horrible keeping these thing locked up inside, but Fortinbras was insecure and had a fear that if she found out who he used to be, that whore of a stallion, she would never look at him the same way again. Secrets were not a good thing, especially when kept from a mate, but they were sometimes necessary in order to protect the fragile mind they were lurking in. His secrets would come out all in due time.
fortinbras .
two four four .
Shiver - The birthday Massacre .
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Dec 30, 2011 12:08:07 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,392,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true] | [bg=#0F1808]Nostrils quivered, as the stallion asked her about the past Andromeda. Weight shifted, and the mare began to think back to where she had originally came from. Well. Andromeda was a little snot of a filly who always would get me in trouble, even if I hadn't done anything wrong. She was the product of two Arabians who thought they owned the stable. However, when her mother, a show horse, injured herself by fighting with one of the other horses on the stable, their 'rank' changed. My parents were the favorite, and Andromeda despised me for the rest of their lives there at the stables. When I was almost a year and a half, they were sold, and I didn't have to worry about her and her family any longer.
Ears danced atop Halloween's delicate head, as she stared at her mate. A small smile crossed her muzzle, and she reached forward, running her nose along Fortinbras' cheek. Pulling away quickly, she tilted her head, flaring her nostrils. Something was up. Fortinbras had fallen unusually quiet, and it made her wonder what was running through his head. Are you alright, the mare touched her mate's cheek once more, breathing out gently against his black coat. He knew that Halloween would listen if he had something on his mind.
Within her belly, the foal moved once more, causing another wince from the Arabian mare. Ears fell back against her skull, and she snorted. This baby was really going to be the death of her. | two hundred fifty one .
| halloween .
| the way you are [bruno mars] .
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Post by Vel on Jan 1, 2012 11:38:07 GMT -5
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Fortinbras shifted his weight as Halloween began to tell her story of the filly named Andromeda. It must have been so strange to live at a dtable like that. Fortinbras still did not understand all the workings of human facilities like that, but to him it sounded very different. Sure herd dynamics seemed to be the same, but from what Halloween was describing and from what he had heard from other horses, it was like living in a herd except for the fact most their lives were regulated by humans. It was strange how much a human pampered a horse how it could change their personality and their whole rank within the herd. "Well at least you don't have to deal with her childish games any longer." Fortinbras commented. "It's such a shame that she had to have such a wonderful name. I hope she has not tainted the name for you and set expectations."
Looking to his mate when she asked him if he was alright, Fortinbras just smile at her. "No, nothings wrong. I'm just a bit tired is all." he answered her. He hated lying like this to her, but the stallion was just not ready to let her know his past. It was not something he was proud of, nor would he ever be. He used to think he was the hottest thing in town by the way he acted and how many mares he had with him at one time. Halloween made him realize that non of that mattered at all and it never would. True love had never crept up on the Campolina until the copper mare showed up.
"So, when do you think that little Andromeda is gonna grace our presence?" he asked, trying to change the subject.
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two four four .
Red - The GazettE .
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