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Post by Vel on Jul 12, 2012 0:13:12 GMT -5
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It had been quite some time since Masquerade had last seen his mate. Ever since the Arab and their son, Erik, had gotten into a scuffle with one of the more powerful Zunden on the island, Lynx had been more reserved. Her injuries were pretty bad at first, but Masquerade knew they would heal with time. Everything always did. He had caused and been around enough pain in his time to recognize this fact. There would always be scars etched into her beautiful copper coat, but they were nothing more than superficial marks. It did not matter what she looked like externally. All that mattered to him was that she was still the same mare inside. The same mare who had saved him and the one he had fallen for several years ago.
Who would have thought that Masquerade, one of the most infamous horses on the island, would now have a family and a permanent mate? Certainly not the white-faced stallion himself. He had mellowed out, but that was expected to come with age. But this was something different. He had completely diverted from his dark nature. Lynx had led him down a path of light, a path never traveled by this stallion before. He never thought this would happen to him. He had never wanted it to happen to him. Yet, everything had fallen into place and here he was.
Currently the stag was on a search for his mate. ever since the incident as he liked to call it, she would go into these bouts of near-depression and hide herself away. It had only been a few months since the battle left her injured, but Masquerade knew it would take much longer for her to come to terms with what had happened and come to accept it. Until that occurred all he could do was be there for her. Right now he just had to find her before anything else.
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OOC: U HAPPY BRO?
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Post by L Y N X ! on Jul 16, 2012 4:13:29 GMT -5
396339 SPEECH
It had been such a very long time that she had seen any familiar, comforting faces. Ever since what had happened with the Zuden, it seemed like everything began to fall apart for her, almost as if it were a curse. But she couldn't feel regret for being there for her son when he needed her - though he had tried multiple times to shoo her away and get her to save herself. He may call her stupid, but she did her duty as a mother, and no matter how much he may despise her, she still loved her son. She wouldn't be able to live with herself if she had simply left him there to die, knowing full well where his trail had led off to. She had to be there to protect him, or die trying. And almost die she did, but luckily they prevailed - but at a price. Such ugly scars marred her features; half her face was replaced by shiny, discolored skin, and strips of angry flesh marked her legs, shoulders, and hindquarters. Parts of her mane were shorter than the others where the flame licked them away. She felt victorious at first that she would have the battle scars to show her fight and survival against a Zuden, but now that time had passed, she wasn't feeling so confident. She had lost her beauty - the scars were too big to be unnoticed. She took hit after hit on her self confidence until it dwindled from little to none. How could any horse stand to be near such a repulsive creature like she?
She would kill to have a chance of things being as they were before the whole occurrence. Ever since then, things seemed to be falling apart without a sign of stopping until there would be nothing left. Her son was gone- she had no idea where he had went, but she knew somehow that he was alright. He probably hated her - and although it sent a sharp pain to her heart, she had to accept that. She couldn't change how he felt no matter how hard she had tried, he simply didn't care. She supposed he had some sort of feeling towards her because he kept trying to make her leave during the fight, but she wouldn't have it. Now, she probably was the last horse he wanted to see. If that was what he willed, she would oblige. Her daughter, on the other hand, was gone off in Lassan's lands being a mother. She had visited her, once, and the small filly that clung to her side became frightened at the sight of her marred face. The fear only lasted for a moment before she got over it, but the damage was done; the best way to learn the truth was from the innocent. She didn't deserve to be in another's company when she knew she inspired fear and criticism. Lovett and her small family had simply disappeared as well, and she feared it had something to do with Sweeney. Something about him scared the living daylights out of her.
And then there was her mate. She couldn't bear the thought of having to see him again with an appearance like this. Her self-esteem was gone, and she was constantly doubtful that he still even wanted her. She wouldn't blame him if he decided to leave her for another. Who would want to be stuck with such a horse as her? Their family was gone, and there was nothing holding him back from leaving. But she still knew his presence resided in this forest, and that he didn't leave. She missed him so dearly, but her doubts and insecurities kept her from visiting the horse she loved so dearly. He had been with so many other mares, and she was sure all of them were more beautiful than her now. Why would he not leave her for them? She was hardly a good mate, they barely spent time together. Though that worked between them before, she still felt immensely guilty. She had failed everyone all over, and the stress of that thought sent her into such depression. She failed as a mother, as a mate, and as a friend. How could she even bear standing here, taking up space?
But luckily for her, today was one of those days that her confidence tried to pick itself up and gave her the nerve to wander around and risk meeting another horse. She hoped to find Masquerade, most of all. Just to see him would make her feel better than she felt right now. His scent was heavy on the air, telling her he passed by somewhere around here recently. Nervousness and excitement twinged in her belly as she followed the trail, ears forward and tail raised in the usual fashion arabians carried themselves as she trotted through the trees. She only slowed to a walk as she spotted his dark form in the trees, suddenly becoming a bit shy. Her green eyes studied him from a distance for a moment before she gave a cooing nicker to announce herself. "Masquerade.."
ooc: YEP & I wrote this once before I accidentally killed the tab :c
music: come wander with me - bonnie b & cat and mouse - red jumpsuit apparatus
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Post by Vel on Nov 21, 2012 21:09:28 GMT -5
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The stallion's ears immediately perked as a new sound was introduced; a friendly nicker. He knew that voice anywhere. It was one that he could have easily singled out in a crowd of thousands. It was the only voice he really liked hearing anymore. It was the voice of an angel, his saving grace who had gotten to him just in time. He never thought it was possible to fall any further than he had, but life always proved Masquerade wrong. Lynx was the caring, slightly stupid, mare who had come to his rescue. Why she even bothered with him, Masquerade did not know. He was used to mares fearing him, running from him, screaming at him to stop. Then there was Lynx. She would look at him with a blank expression and resist the urge to roll her eyes. She was the only mare who had acted that way around him. Sure, he had come across those hot-headed broads before, but it had all been just an act. The little Arab mare was truly the first one to not show any fear about him. Even when he had been threatening her, she had giving him an expression that held no apprehension and was far from amused. Though he hated admitting it at first, he admired her for that.
Love was a funny thing; a foreign thing to the large stallion. In his past he had been taught that true love did not exist. It was just something good mothers made up to tell stories about to their foals, giving them false hopes for the future. His mother had been quite the little harlot back in her day. When he was born, he was nothing more than the product of a strong, lead stallion and one of his dozens of broodmares. He was nothing more than a pawn set aside just in case one of his sire's dozen or so other children happened to die off and not be able to take his place when he died. The even more pathetic part was that when he died, his herd was taken over by a wanderer. Nevertheless, Masquerade was raised by the side of a mare who saw him as a duty and not as a son or another horse. All Masquerade had been was a pesky task during those months of his life before he was weaned.
Because of how he was raised, it was only natural he lived that same way. He learned that he could easily satisfy his carnal desires with the mares in and out of his herd. He never really wanted any heirs to carry on his mismatched bloodlines, but it was inevitable that there would be foals being produced. The sad part was Masquerade knew he had fathered a dozen foals, if not more, and he only knew the location of four of them. His eldest son, Jigsaw, had been the child of a mare who he was practically forced to take up as a mate during one of his old leaders' reigns. It was safe to say he did not miss the stallion's deceased mother, nor did he miss his son. As much as he hated to admit it, Jigsaw was a mirror image of himself. And it was because of Jigsaw that he knew he had a granddaughter in Liberta. But that was not his only blood relative in that damned land. His own daughter (who he did not even know the name of) was living their as an adopted ward of the leader; another reminder of his old life.
At least he had Erik and Chrissy. They were the first foals he ever sired that he actually played father to. Even when he had been with his forced mate Jeannie, he took no part in raising their children other than to scold them when they misbehaved and set a prime example of how to turn out just like himself when they got older. It was safe to say that he had been successful. With Erik and Chrissy, they were the first two to show any affection towards him. Well, Chrissy did anyway. He knew that his youngest son loved him in his own way, but he would never show it. Especially now. Unlike his mother who tried to wear her battle wounds with pride, he had taken to staying by himself, concealed from the sighted world. As much as Masquerade hated to admit it, Lynx's still-healing injuries looked very mild compared to what their son had suffered at the hands of the Zunden.
"'Ello love." he said with a smile, moving his neck to touch noses with the mare. "I 'aven't seen y'round the pas' few days. Y'alrigh'?" he asked, a worried expression crossing his features. "Y'look troubled. Wha's on your mind?"
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OOC: And here we havea w odnerful reply months later. Go me I'm so productive yes.
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Post by L Y N X ! on Dec 15, 2012 0:44:44 GMT -5
396339 SPEECH
Although she had believed in true love while she was a young filly by her mother's side, for a while since she got onto the island, she had completely given up on that hope. Her mother was always a hopeless romantic, and though her relationship with her sire was less than ideal, she always kept up the enthusiasm of finding the mate for her- whether or not he was gelded or stallion. For a while her beliefs had been passed onto her daughter, and Lynx was hopeful that one day she would have better luck than her mother and find someone that fit perfectly with her. After she had washed up onto the island, her hope was even greater. She wouldn't be forced to be with anyone that she humans desired, and had free reign on how to decide her own life. Maybe there was someone out there that she would be happy with.
As time progressed, she came to realize how naive she was. Though Lassan had no intentions of really staying with her, she didn't know what possessed her to breed with him. He had given her such a lovely son, true, but what happened to the values that she had held on so tightly to before? Lassan had been with so many mares, no matter how kind and admirable he was, and she was just another face in a line. She loved Lassan as a friend now, though it still hurt her feelings to come to that realization at the time. She wasn't angry at him, no - she never even expressed her feelings, and she was sure that if she said something to him he might have been more involved with her. She knew he was happy with Venom and the family he had created with her, and she would never think of taking that from him. Besides now, she had Masquerade. Her sweet, sweet Masquerade.
Although they had their differences before, and she was more of an annoyance and liability than anything else, they had gradually fallen in love with each other. Frankly with his reputation, she had been scared at the feelings she felt towards him, unsure that he would ever return them, or just trick her underneath him before leaving. But in fact, he had been the one to come out first and express his feelings, which made any doubt about him vanish. They produced two beautiful children together, and she was content with her relationship. If only, she was as beautiful as she once was..
She smiled warmly as he reached her and brushed noses, breathing in his familiar, musky scent. She stared into his mismatched eyes and felt the assuring safety of his presence wash over her, and she sighed softly. Flicking her ears as he spoke, she shook her head at him, gently. "Ah.. nothing more than the usual," she said a bit sheepishly, forcing herself not to curl back into her shell again. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't be wandering around as much anymore, especially since the Anima are on the prowl.." she said, casting a quick glance around them through the silent trees.
ooc: i'll letchu lick the lollipop. go ahead girl don't you stop.
music: the long road home - hans zimmer (spirit: stallion of the cimarron )
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