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honey i'm full grown;; eve.neutral.15.3hh.edenxvirgill||OPEN
Topic Started: May 28 2014, 11:18 PM (206 Views)
Magnanimous
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EVE;;

Her mother is dead. It's a strange concept; in all honesty, they had never been that close. She'd never been particularly close with her father either, but as far as Eve knows, there's still a chance. To think, the mare who birthed her, who raised her, is gone? Without even a goodbye, with no chance for reconciliation? The pretty palomino mare doesn't know how to process it.

Eve is numb. That seems the best word for this...whatever she is feeling. It's not sadness, she doesn't feel some gaping void. She just feels...alone. So it's only logical, then, that she wandered here. She'd never really intended to wind up in the homeless grounds, but she had no where else to go. Maybe back to her father's land? Honestly, she wasn't even positive of anything but his name. She'd been so young when they last visited, it just seems less like going home and more like throwing herself at the mercy of strangers. If she's going to do something so stupid as that, Eve will do it where she has a chance of an actual adult life, thank you very much.

If she were particularly poetic, Eve would compare the frozen lands in front of her to her heart, right now.

She isn't poetic, she is practical. Which means one simple thing: she needs to brush this off. She has made her choices, and they led her here. Eve knows well enough that she needs to find a land and a herd--she'll never survive the winter on her own, in this state. SO she does the simple thing and pastes on a smile. No stallion wants her drama, her worries, her fears. Eve isn't a naïve little filly. Her worth lies in her looks, and whatever sort of depression this is doesn't help her already plain form.

Here's one thing mother left me with, she thinks bitterly. A lesson in why all that matters is my coat, and absolutely nothing to show for it. As she wanders, Eve tries not to grow more and more bitter, but it's hard. She's alone, no where to go, and---is she crying? Eve laughs bitterly. She didn't even like her mother that much. Why even shed a single tear? It's too much effort. She refuses to weep for a mare who never had much to say to her beyond 'It's a pity you wound up so...simple, Eve. I'm sure someone will find you pretty enough though, darling. You really needn't worry.'

Even as she tells herself this, she doesn't stop crying. Apparently it's hard to combat a lifetime of polite, backhanded compliments and the insidious hatred of herself. It's not body-shaking sobs, pathetic and slobbering, but silent grief. Eve doesn't know what's worse, really--the potential of being noticed for her distress, or hiding all of this anger and pain away; resentment only ever grows.

She's stopped alongside a cliff, backed into a corner and she can't even begin to care, because really, does it matter if someone comes by right now? At this point, she couldn't care less what any other equine thinks. Her mother is gone, and Eve needs to adapt to her new life.

She never was good with change.


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The large bay roan Clydesdale male walks into the land called the Homeless Grounds. He doesn't particularly like this place, but he hopes to find another mare to maybe calm some of the tension between his mare and the one who wandered in whom he was considering offering a home. The pair hadn't exactly hit it off great, much to the stallion's despair, but Caesar saw something in this mare and wanted to keep her around, to find out more about her. An equine who had never known honesty or kindness was a baffling concept to him. As he walked he passed by groups of horses and mares being fawned over but he kept walking. Large groups of strangers never did appeal to him. The roan walked on, lost in thought, and before he knew it he looked up to see a cliff about a hundred yards away from him and a pretty palomino mare standing at the edge, looking over. He could sense, even from this far away, that something was wrong. The breeze from the cliff whipped his dusty-black mane away from his face as he approached the femme, and he pulled alongside her to see silent tears running down her cheeks. Caesar lowers his head some, concern on his face, and said, "Hello, miss. Are..you alright?"
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Relic

Relic had been wandering the homeless grounds for some time now. He was still full of grief after the passing of one of his mares, Janvier. Despite her betrayal of him, he could not find it in his heart to hate her for what she had done. He could not forsake any child of her blood. Relic's eyes scanned the homeless grounds, his usually bright warm and friendly brown eyes were shadowed by the weight he felt in his heart. Relic had never been particularly close to Janvier, but it still did not ease the grief he felt in being unable to do his job and protect and care for her. His steps were slower today. He had yet to approach anyone in the four days he had take up residence in this claiming land. None of the mares had seemed a right fit for his herd. His remaining two mares Chimaera and Papillon were very dear to his heart and there was little he would not do for them.

Just recently Relic had received a bit of news that both shocked and excited him. Lethe who had been traveling with his own mother Katani had sent word to him that he was to become a grandsire. At first he was unsure how he should feel about the whole fiasco. He was worried about her not being able to find a proper home with another stallions foal at her side, but in the end he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Katani and Roux would take care of her.

Relic's features softened as he thought about his family it was hard to believe that at the age of 9 he was already becoming a grandsire. Of course he had told Lethe and they had been joyful together. Relic would not trade his family for all the power or land in the world. He admired their quiet strength and their welcoming and understanding ways. He was proud of them and loved all of them dearly. The faint smile faded the grief from his eyes. It was only a few moments later that he passed by a young mare perhaps a year or two older than Lethe. Though it is her her pretty form that draws him to her. Only when he gets close enough to her, does he realize she is crying. It does not bother Relic that another stallion had already approached her. He watched her carefully through sincere warm brown optics. He reached out to her slightly not wanting to offer to much to quickly but wanting to comfort her at the same time. The first words he spoke were these: "I am sorry for the pain you carry, my dear." His words were simple and with out pity or disdain. He had also been subjected to pain and grief recently. Loosing someone close to you weather they were good or bad to you always made small lacerations on the soul. One just had to look close enough to see the scars. He does not know why she is crying, and Relic does not pretend to understand her reasons if any at all, but rarely does a mare cry with out carrying some kind of burden. He stood quietly his plain bay form relaxed, breathing evenly and waiting for the mare to speak.


What is this??!!


Zacarias

The buckskin snowflake stallion was still sore from his battle with Draconian. Though he had ultimately lost, Zacarias had delt him a rather damaging blow to his shoulder. It had not escaped Zac's awareness that the older stud had been unable to put any weight on the leg. That had both chilled and pleased Zac quiet a bit. Though he had lost the battle for his future home of Crystal Barrier she had not left his mind. He would see what happened in the coming months and if Draconian survived Zac would be back to challenge again with out hesitation. This was Zac's first time ever entering the claiming grounds. He had taken up residence in his older brothers new land of Lutes Vineyard. He was currently the beta there but it would not last long. Zacarias had no intention of staying under his older brothers "thumb" so to speak. He would make his own way for himself. Zac was all about moving on from the past. He was ready to throw all the events of his childhood behind him and move on with his life. Diego would have little control over him, because he was determined to make it so.

His oddly colored blue eyes roamed across the land and quickly landed on a mare whom was already standing with two other stallions. One was a big draft the other was a rather simple bay color. The mare had caught his eye because of her lovely creamy almost golden tinged coat. While she may not be flashy or mind bogglingly beautiful she was lovely to look at. Her features where feminine and proportionate and she had lovely amber colored eyes. It was then Zac realized she was crying, but that did not stop him from approaching the mare. His handsome baroque-ish features softened just slightly as he came to a stop before the mare. He could tell by the other two's subdued demeanor's that they had already addressed her emotional state. Not wanting to be repetitive Zac decided he would be the first to introduce himself.

"Hello Miss. I am Zacarias, temporary beta of Lutes Vineyard in the Marredland." He paused slightly. He did not want to seem insensitive, so he he spoke again this times his tones were slightly softer, but still strong and true. "Is there anything I can do to improve you mood?" He never liked to see a mare dealing with pain or grief. It made him feel incapable of helping her which would drive him mad. Zac stood there admiring her. There was definitely a subtle beauty about this mare that wildly appealed to the buckskin stallion. His blue eye'd gaze drank in her form. She was beautiful and it was something he would make sure she knew if she chose him as her claimer.
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EVE;
It's like blood in the water, and the sharks don't even hesitate to circle. Why did she ever think that crying here would be a good idea? The first one who approaches her doesn't even hesitate; she's been stopped for maybe two minutes when he draws near, and she sniffs one last time before spinning to face him. The stallion who approaches first is a solid, shaggy bay roan--a far cry from her own thin form. His words are kind, but Eve doesn't even have a chance to open her mouth and try to force out a reply when another approaches.

This one is a handsome bay, grief evident in the lines of his own body. When his muzzle extends, Eve rationally knows it is only a polite offer of comfort, of companionship, and that he means nothing by it. But still, she flinches back from the contact before forcing herself to a stop. He too, has only words of kindness to offer, though he bears no question. Instead, this one already offers platitudes and Eve lets her ears flick back. This time, she's much more inclined to hiss a more harsh answer, or offer a bitter laugh and inform him that no she isn't okay.

There's no chance, yet again. A third approaches (the final, hopefully. Eve isn't sure how much more of this she can handle) and at least he doesn't go for the obvious. This stranger is handsome, with a golden and white coat; Zacarias, apparently. He has more to say, but she doesn't pay much attention to the words. Once the stallion stops speaking, Eve glances around for any other newcomers, and when she sees none, she finally nods and speaks.

"I...thanks for your concern, boys. It's just been a rough week," and here Eve offers a watery laugh before adding, "I'm Eve."



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