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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Jun 28, 2012 22:42:31 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,392,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true] | [bg=#455AA7]It felt too long ago that the painted warrior of Liberta had stretched her legs, been outside of the borders of the land she had called home for many seasons now. The weathered old mare now walk, quite slowly, through the bowing willow trees, the gentle caress of spring leaves upon her painted body causing her eyes to close in content. A deep sigh escaped the scarred mare, her aching body screaming for rest. Malifex had gone days without rest now, her muscles taught underneath her multi-hued coat. Ears tilted forward upon the warrior's head, listening to the songs of crickets, as they played within the brilliant light of the moon high above the isle. As the paint moved within the light of the moon, the scars that littered her once pretty body looked deeper, silvery fragments upon the painted canvas.
It had been months since she had come in contact with any other horse, from her herd or not, and being anti-social wasn't something that Malifex normally would've done. The loss of her little colt, however, had driven the aging doe into a deep depression, a deep wound upon an already strained heart. The disappearance of her mate, Night, had caused her to become withdrawn from everything around her, including her own herd members. Now, as she walked among the beautiful willows, her mind wandered, thinking about the little colt that had been born without a chance. The lack of breath and movement from her premature child caused the first time mother to try to resuscitate the already dead foal.
The numbness that the mare had felt the following months was something she didn't want to experience ever again. It pained her even now to think about the loss of her first child, it would be something she never truly would get over, no matter what she said to anyone. A single tear streamed from her eyes, as she opened them, pausing beside one of the many waterfalls within these lands. Lowering her head, she looked down into the pool of water beneath her. It had been a while since she had actually looked at her face. Scars lined the left side, marring her pretty face. Night hadn't been concerned about her looks, obviously, when he asked her to become his mate. What had she been thinking? None of the hurt would've happened if she hadn't said yes, if she hadn't met the handsome black knight who had stolen her heart away.
As these thoughts ran through her head, she didn't realize the moonlight had become dull, a single rogue cloud covering it. A shadow was cast over her, and she breathed out slowly, closing her eyes and lowering her head. She was through with the painful past she had come from. Perhaps now, she would move on, and finish living out the life the way she would've wanted it. In happiness. |
[/font] four hundred eighty.
stormwind, music of the cataclysm.
post open to snowy only.
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Post by ~Snowy on Jun 29, 2012 15:43:06 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true]Angel of Coruscant
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[/color] - it's you who gives me strength === - I t had been three days. three days since that bloody day where life had been both taken and given. three days since the world breathed a bittersweet sigh as heaven's most innocence angel had descended from god's grace to walk upon the cold, bitter earth. three days since haunted had been murdered and angel of coruscant took her first breath. yet now, it would seem as though it would only be a matter of time until she took her last breath far too early. hidden underneath a willow, the tiny little filly, so tiny and fragile to really be alive, lay resting amongst a patch of soft, fresh green grass, her orbs closed in a restless sleep as she fought off the violent hunger pains that ripped at her stomach. her little figure gleamed unnaturally underneath the dull moonlight, each silver ray softly caressing the sapphire threads that decorated the petite flicka, giving her the appearance of something ethereal, something that should be playing amongst the stars and heavens rather than laying beneath them. her tiny little tassel, shaded a mix between the dark velvet blacks and blues and pristine whites of her coat, wagged weakly against the ground, tussling the shoots beneath, a little painful squeak passing by her lips as she breathed in the spring night air. daddy and sabby had been gone a long time now, racing away to try and find someone, anyone, who could help her. she would've followed, but it hurt too much to try and stand up now and she was so tired. so daddy found her a safe patch of grass to lay down on while they continued the search. sabby had not wanted to leave her all alone, but to keep her walking with them would only slow them down and be torturous for tiny femme in the end.
so here she lay, all alone and practically starving while her daddy and big brother sabby frantically sought out a nursing mare in the dark of night, the worst time a dia could ever be out unless they were safely inside the borders of servo venia. angel hadn't even seen her home yet, and sabby had only had a glimpse of the beautiful land before they had to leave. the reason behind this madness was simple: servo venia was completely empty of equines besides daddy, and to take her there would do no good - angel needed a mare to care for her, otherwise she would succumb to hunger before she even had a chance to live. dark blue hues, so innocent and bright, stared out at the willow forest, little audits raising upright slowly at the song of nightingale, the only thing that broke through the silence of the night. deciding that she wasn't going to get any sleep anyway, the baby doe rose up from her side to lay on her hungry stomach, orbs silently looking around for the nightingale as a means of distraction. but another hungry rumble from her tummy had her wincing and whimpering pitifully. vainly, she turned her attention to the grass she laid upon and lowered her little dial downward, her baby milk teeth biting against the tough shoots in an attempt at feeding herself. but it was useless; she'd not the physical maturity to digest the grass, let alone the teeth to tear at it.
about a minute passed by of trying to eat the green shoots before the little one finally gave up with a pitiful nicker, her petite serpentine stretching out to lay her tiny head on the ground in defeat. here was, hungry, lonely, in pain; she wanted her daddy and her sabby to come back. it didn't matter if they had not found a lady to help, she just didn't want to be alone anymore. that was when she felt the presence of another nearby, someone she didn't recognize. a little wicker escaped the tiny babe as she raised her dial back up, audits held erect and shimmering orbs blinking out into the darkness. it didn't matter that she couldn't see them, because she knew that there was someone out there... and they were so sad... instinct took over as she pushed her pain aside, struggling to quickly rise to her weak and twig-like pillars and seek out the source of the sorrow. her daddy had told her not to leave the grassy bed until he returned, but... somebody was hurting, it was such a sad aura... daddy would understand wouldn't he? finally stabilizing herself on her feet, the blue roan flicka began to take the first steps away from the safety of her bed, gaze seeking out anything that seemed out of place. that was when she saw the bare outline of another equine, not too far from her position... why was she was the one who was so sad? "...hello." she nickered softly, little voice so weak yet so strong at the same time, the tiny figure moving ever closer. as she came within sight range, her glimmering silks began to shimmer and glow, sapphire orbs sparkling like the night sky above her as she looked up at the new mare. "...why are you so sad?" she asked curiously.
ooc ;; STILL LOVING ANGEL HERE! 8D what a precious little foal. *huggles angel* x333 [/size][/blockquote][/color][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Jun 30, 2012 8:38:40 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,392,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true] | [bg=#455AA7]Time had passed quickly, although it seemed like hours that the mare stood above the pool of water, staring at the ugly reflection that never wavered beneath her. Gentle eyes had swelled with tears, from the many months of torment, the many burdens upon her heart that screamed for release. Ears flicked back against her skull, snorting at the water's surface, ripples distorting the mirror she looked into. Finally, she managed to tear her eyes away, as a small voice danced upon the air around her. Ears lifted from her skull, the brown towers capturing the almost too faint a sound. Great head turned, dark and beautiful pools of brown surveyed the young filly who had spoken to her. Too young was she to be wandering around by her own. Where in the world had she come from? |
[/font] Why, aren't you a little thing...[/font] were the first things that escaped the old warrior of Liberta. Malifex had heard the filly's question - why was she sad? - but took a moment before she acknowledge it. More sadness washed over her like the waterfall behind the painted mare, and the corners of her marred maw curved Earthward.[/font] Many things have caused my sadness, little one. Mainly, though, me losing my only child.[/font] Those deep pools of brown darkened, and she had to turn her head away, as the pain came to her again. It had such a grip on her heart, she wished it would just end her life now, so the torment of her lost child would stop. Shaking her head violently, the painted mare turned back to the water's edge, staring down into the deep pool of liquid, as if it would help the pain subside.
Bay ears tilted back once more, though the mare didn't forget about the little filly.[/font] Where are your parents, young filly? Surely one your age shouldn't be in this place by yourself.[/size][/font] three hundred seventeen.
stormwind, music of the cataclysm.
such crappy muse lately. c.c;.
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