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Wandering the Isles as blind as a bat was not quite the easy task. Staying quiet as a church mouse, being as blended in as a leaf on a tree, was essential to survival. Words long ago spoken by her mother of the dangers of the world still echoed in her head, reminding her of all the lessons she learned before deciding to leave the sheltered life she had lived. Her family wanted to insist she stayed, fearing for her life, but how could she find her way when she remained like a helpless creature at the den of her dam? How horrifying it was to be out here, all alone, without the safety of the gentle presence of her mother. Most would be ready and prepared when they left the nest, yet she was still a fresh fawn when it came down to it. If it weren't for her quick ability to adapt, she would have been gone merely days after she fled the coop. There were so many things her mother forgot to mention, failed to preach to her. Had she no idea of what real dangers she would be facing out there? Well, perhaps she had, which was why she tried to make her stay. But restlessness overtook her, and she was forced to say goodbye. Bittersweet freedom.

A mild shiver shook her frame as jack frost's cold touch caressed her skin, causing her to draw into herself further as she leaned against the willow tree that was her support. She couldn't tell when it was night or day anymore; it was quiet all day and all night in winter, but she tried to keep up her sleep cycles to what she thought was night time in hopes that she would have some normal routine. Finding food was a lot harder, even more so considering she couldn't see. But she managed to scrape along, glad that she didn't have company to worry about finding food for as well. It wasn't that she didn't like other horses- most didn't give her a reason to not like them- it's just that she wasn't the best at social interactions, and not being able to see any emotions or reactions on the other equine, she found it unnerving to be around them for long. Not to mention her run-in with that pushy stallion- Kaiden was his name, she thought- she was a bit too nervous to spend much time with the opposite gender for long. But the one she had met, Greymarch, was extremely pleasant and kind to her, and reassured her that all stallions weren't extremely frightening. She shook her long mane and sighed softly, feeling the vapor tickle her nose. Either way, she thought to keep social interaction at a minimal for now.

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[/size][/i] It was cold. Blistering, numbing, cold, the type that would seep through your skin and wrap in tight bundles inside the marrow of your bones. The elders felt it more than others, meaning most of them stayed inside caves or other cover in order to keep warm. Foals did the same, although not as vulnerable as sickly or weak, young ones were kept with the elders.

Kaiden cam remember, for as long as his memory would allow him to, that he had always taken no damage to the harsh winds or nipping frost. In fact, he was the one to always play in the snow first, heels kicking and snow flurrying. He was always the one to have to be forced inside, for his foster mother's fear of catching a cold. They always said a cold on a young one would be devastating, but Kaiden was young, a fighter from the beginning. He was young, and understood this, but he loved the cold, winter was his favorite.

Winter meant helpless mares and victims to find, rape and/or harvest. Among all, blood on snow was one of his favorite views. Two almost opposites connecting, ivory stained various shades and tints of red unto pink. The view, stench of copper, and how the snow melted under the biggest quantities of the tasteful liquid sank through the snow to meet the frozen earth. Although it was a shame to waste such a delicious food, but the stallion could not help himself. It was such a tangible, warm sight that he had fallen in love with long ago and could not let go.

"I'm beginning to think these others are getting smart," The stallion spat under his breath as he continued without rush through the frozen land, glancing at the willows and their frozen tendrils snaking to the white ground. It was a beautiful sight, really.

"To keep themselves tucked in away from predators." A lengthy smirk grew on the darkened area of his maw. Predators like him, really.

Red ears caught the sound of a rather hushed, light breath. The mutt stopped, head rose high, multicolored eyes rolling over the white land, white legs paused in time, still. A light frown formed in the crevice of the corner of his maw, eyes failing to land a target, the owner of the sigh.

"Care to show yourself?" He was in no mood for games.


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MUSE IC ! Damien Rice
MUSE ! wehhhhh its ok
SPEECH ! 340000
OTHER ! ho hum

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Whisper began to be acutely aware that someone else was traversing through Cascata. She drew closer to the shelter of the willow tree that it provided, hoping that whoever it was they would move on. Considering horses didn't usually pass the opportunity to meet someone new, whether their intentions were good or bad, the chance was slim that she would be left alone. She would still hold onto the hope, though. Her curved ears swiveled as she heard the deep baritone of a stallion's voice, and she shuddered in fear and dread as she recognized who it was. Kaiden.

Speak of the devil, of course. She acknowledged him in one thought, and now he was suddenly here, the horse she feared she would come across again. She was stupid to come here; Cascata was where she ran into him before. But she had figured he wouldn't be back here, or she would be able to slip away before he noticed. But he had, though he seemed to not know where she was, or who she was, exactly. She quivered with fear, her eyes wide as she remained stock-still, hoping her white coat will help keep her blended into the snow.

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[/size][/i] Kaiden expelled a burdened sigh, fog curling through the air with a heat. Of course, of all, the other would rather hide than show themselves. Mare, he thought, or a young coward. He shrugged. Mare meant children, coward meant nourishment. Either way, Kaiden was getting something out of this interaction, and he did not intend to let it slip through his grasp.

"I am not the enemy; you are more apt to freeze to death than to wait me out." The blood red male stated, a blatant lie escaping through his teeth, and curling into the cold, bitter air before evaporating into nothing. Although, the truth, he thought, maybe could help the lie evaporate. Maybe it did, he would not know, nor care to know.

Eyes scanned, predatory, catlike. Ears drafted with the dry wind, and he began to bet on the willows were hiding something he couldn't wait to lay eyes upon. He knew, but which? He could take a rather calculated guess, miss and let them escape. Although, if they did not bolt, he could find them in a miniscule heartbeat, a mere flutter of the lashes.

It was not that he lacked nourishment, no, he had been doing quite well this winter, unto his and a probable great amount of others. There were many sick, dying, frozen equines and other mammals to gain energy and sustain from. The fun was the murder, or the rape. He was one to do the deed and leave, not to stick around and see how his child or the forced mare would bear. It was not that he did not care, it was the fact that the thoughts were wedged into the crevices of the back of his mind, forbidden to escape. He was sure he had many children from the time he began raping, forcing others to carry some of the weight from his shoulders of being a mudblood. It was not ethical, but when was Kaiden ever ethical? His mother, for Christ's sake, was the one that bared a forbidden child and left him to rot on the barren earth. He was born suffering, he thought he could share it. It was not ethical, it was not probable. Not a thought crossed his mind that was apt to caring, not a single one.

Eyes landed on a shade of white, lighter, a discolored shade in the show. He could make out legs, maybe, and somehow he felt a faint of deja vu. Why did this seem familiar? Growing frustrated, partly with himself for being short on memory, stomped a hoof with anticipation.

"Do you hear? Can you comprehend words?"

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MUSE IC ! Heavy in Your Arms
MUSE ! hmm
SPEECH ! 340000
OTHER ! ho hum

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Whisper swallowed a lump that began to form in her throat, her nostrils flaring as her breathing picked up. She didn't dare move an inch in case he detected her, but he seemed already searching for her presence that had caught his attention. She was still frozen, tension cramping her muscles as she fought with herself on what to do. Flee, or face whatever he had in store with her? She had an idea what would be on his mind when he found her, and although before he had approached her with the idea of her being a broodmare, she doubted that offer would still stand. No, he would probably have a more degrading and malicious intent for her. He still didn't seem to be able to pinpoint who she was, and she was glad that she was downwind from him. But that could change at any given moment.

The moment his eyes found her, her whole body began to shake with a quiver that would rival a leaf's. She took one step back. Then another. She knew now that he found her, if she ran, he could catch her. But she had to at least try. She didn't want to be here with him. With a pitiful shriek, she practically tripped over herself as she scrambled over her own hooves in her haste as she burst from her cover of the willow, flying as quickly as her legs would take her away from the stallion. Running was always a terrifying experience; she didn't have as much response time to move if she sensed a tree in a crash collision with her, but she wanted to attempt her escape. She winced when the willow branches whipped harshly against her skin, and when she pushed directly through a line of them, she nearly didn't stop in time to avoid a collision. She skittered to a halt, slipping and slamming her lower body onto the ground, before she quickly got back up, her eyes wide with terror. That was it, she was done. She made a mistake; she wouldn't humiliate herself anymore. Unless by some miracle he left her alone, she would take whatever he dished at her.

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[/size][/i] Before he could pounce on his prey, it came blindly bumbling from its hideout, shrieking like a banshee. He blinked, watched the white mare attempt to escape, running blindly into frozen willow tendrils. A grimace grew on his mug as he wafted into a simple trot, picking up his hooves delicately, strawberry tail in the dry wind.

Kaiden grew frustrated as he lazily pursued her, strides tall. He racked his brain, attempting to recognize why this particular equine was so familiar. A frown grew on his maroon mug, but was soon wiped clean as his eyes caught sight of the small white mare slide to her stomach, but regain quickly.

The blood red male sped up slightly, only to assess the damage, and he found that he was perplexed as to why he would feel slightly protective over this mare. Had he met her? Was this someone that his memory had wiped clean of? He had known his mind to do that, only to regain them during night terrors or daydreams. He drew a long, huffily packed sigh from his lungs and expelled them as he stopped daintily at her aid.

"Miss, are you i-" and suddenly, it felt as if someone had dropped a bucket of bricks on Kaiden's cranium. He scowled, glowered at the pale mare and dropped his smug, signature grin. It was this mare. How could, why did he not remember her? She was the one he managed to lose, or rather, he liked to put it in the terms that he 'let her go'.

"Miss Whisper." He drew his head into his neck curtly before smiling coolly, regaining his stone demeanor. He had almost slipped, mentally giving himself a thorough thrashing.

"Our last meeting was drawn short. Are you quite alright? Not injured, are we?" The stallion found himself only partway, half lying through his ivory teeth. He also found panic rising through his throat, only to counter it as he swallowed, smiling charmingly. Why was he caught up with himself on this mare? This blind, ivory, diminutive mare? He had had many mares better than this, but that was not to say he wasn't attracted to her. He was, undoubtedly, very much attracted to her. But there was something that lingered, something in the pit of his gut, the tip of his brain, and the arteries of his stone heart.

He found himself mentally thrashing himself, eyes blazing. He was tempted to take this out on her, sink his venom teeth into that delicate, pale flesh and watch the blood stain her pink. Pink was the color of love, right? Did he love her?

Emotions swarmed in his mind, and rage welled in his gut. The things he could do to her, the most tempting to rip her throat and watch her bleed, watch those blank, pale eyes as her life slipped. Watch her pale fur and the snow around her stain, sink his teeth into her shoulder tendons and taste her flesh. He wanted, he wanted, he yearned.

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MUSE IC ! itunesss
MUSE ! hmm
SPEECH ! 340000
OTHER ! ho hum

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Whisper's throat was dry as she fought to control her rapid breathing, though she was inches away from flying into a full blown panic. She always had those problems - her anxiety was something that easily escalated, especially since she couldn't see the dangers of what was going on around her. When she went into her fits of panic, she would scream her lungs out and bolt, crashing over whatever was in her path, even if it hurt her, which sent her spiraling into an even worse freak out. She hated when that happened to her, but she never seemed to be able to control herself when it happened. She could only hope she could calm herself down and move away from whatever was scaring her without incident. She could hear the stallion casually approach, which made her feel a bit better considering he wasn't tearing after her. Still he followed suit, and it made an ominous feeling spread through her as she tried gaining control of her wild emotions that were probably spread across her face. She never learned to control what showed up, considering it never really bugged her, and that she couldn't see body language and faces anyway.

Her sightless eyes stared right at him, devoid of the emotion that was on the rest of her face. She refused to reply at first, his sweet voice letting her know what she was about to step onto a viper. She trembled, her nostrils continuing to flare, as she took a step back away from him as he approached. She had gotten away from him last time he spoke to her, and she would be stupid to think he didn't get what he was demanding her to do. Her ears were flattened to her skull but there was no aggression, just baleful acceptance of her fate. "What do want of me..?" she whispered, not daring to speak any louder in case her voice cracked with her hysteria. She lowered her head, her long mane dipping to brush against the snowy ground, the neat layer tattered because of her quick attempt at a save from crashing.

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[/size][/i] Although the type to be vindictive, Kaiden couldn't help but feel pity knock across his chest. He frowned slightly, snorted and flicked his strawberry tail. He couldn't think of a reason to feel pity for this blinded mare, he had murdered blind equines before without a second thought. But there was something, a lingering thought that slithered around his cranium and in and out of his brain, that he could not ignore. This angered him, along with the fact that he could not bring himself to do what he wanted most, melt the snow with precious innocent blood spill.

The stallion's mixed colored eyes flashed for a turn of the worse, so to speak, and he stepped forward in her personal space. With intimidation, he figured things could go easily rather than let her have the option to flee again. His stature was greater than hers, he calculated in his mind, and if he need be, he could overpower her easily, he thought. Unless she was a horse of the elements, this would be easy, too easy if he did not play his cards right. He would have to go slightly easy on this pale mare, learn her limits and not to push her over the edge. It was too much of a risk to leave this mare for any other crossing male or elemental, he would rather have her to himself than any other to have her.

He had rather get a foal from this mare than any other stallion, but he did not have the choice to abandon her after she was carrying. This mare had survived this long on her own, but, with caring for two lives instead of just one, the male thought she would be even more vulnerable than before. It was not a wise choice to send her on her own broken and battered. Although Kaiden had not before, he figured it was time for a companion; the time alone he had spent was never good for the mind. Things tended to manifest grotesquely for the stallion once by himself.


"I would like to offer protection in exchange for two things, and blood will not be spilled if they are accepted." Kaiden nodded, although unseen by the mare, seeming to approve of his own words.

"I am reasonable if not provoked,"

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MUSE IC ! The Kooks
MUSE ! i just bullshitted this i apologize
SPEECH ! 340000
OTHER ! sorry I've been busy! Lacked muse as well.

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Whisper's nostrils flared as she sensed the stallion stepping closer to her, the sound of his steps crunching on the snow sounding loud in the tense silence that surrounded them. Her eyes searched blindly for him, her heart thudding rapidly in her chest as she waited for him to speak. She didn't want to be in this situation; she wanted to be tucked away in a grove that was more sheltered from the wind and cold, not being confronted by a stallion that could easily rip her to shreds, or brutally rape her. But she wasn't going to try and run again; in this forest full of willows, she would have more of a chance of getting herself hurt than getting away. So instead she remained, trembling out of fear, waiting to see what he had to say to her.

She seemed to lower her head even further as he spoke, shuddering deeply at the thought. He was offering one of the same things he had before, only he hadn't just came right out and said it. She wasn't stupid, she could piece the puzzle pieces together. "But.. sir, I know what you want, and do you really think I could provide that for you? I can hardly care for myself, let alone a babe. I'm not even sure I can carry- let alone what if my disability is put onto the child? I.. I don't think it's wise, sir. I beg of you, please, let me go," she said, taking a step back away from him, her breath coming out in rapid puffs.

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