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| and you were always there;;; thara returns. aeson only. | |
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| Zephyr | Mar 10 2015, 05:01 PM Post #1 |
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The aging bay brindled mare sighed with relief when she crossed into the familiar territory of her home. Her captivity made her realize a great many things, including the way she had been so unfair to Aeson. He had given her a home and yet they barely even knew eachother. It bothered her in a way she really didn't understand just yet. Her heart began to race as she caught aeson's scent, half out of fear and half out of a sheer desire to see the zebra striped stallion, to look into his eyes and say she was sorry for not being stronger. The deeper she got into the territory the more she became determined to make everything up to him. She would be devoted, ever present, the perfect herd mare. She would never leave without permission, without fighting again. She shuddered as memories of her captivity flooded her mind. Fresh scars littered her once pristine pelt where the mysterious black stallion had tortured her somewhere deep in one of the many caves that littered Kormada's surface. They still ached in the extreme hot and cold that sometimes plagued all the known lands. She stopped dead in her tracks, eyes wide as her breaths grew short and panicked. For a moment she was back in the darkness, utterly alone and afraid, only short, slight memories of a kind stallion to keep her sane. It worked. Mostly. When she had calmed herself she forced herself into the heart of the territory in the shadow of the towers which gave her home it's powerful standing and it's well known name. With a deep breath she let loose a cry meant only to bring aeson to her. She didn't want to see any new or old herd mates yeT. She had to face him alone to expand herself and beg his forgiveness. Edited by Zephyr, Mar 10 2015, 08:06 PM.
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| `d e p p | Mar 11 2015, 12:00 AM Post #2 |
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![]() [justify=400]lines © LadyX-LT. . . . let me out of this dream . . . It is cruelly ironic that, after having caused so much heartache and devastation, the Scourge would allow Kormada to be rebirthed from its ashes. The land is thriving like I have never seen it before—the Towers has always been an impossibly beautiful place, but now, I can feel the life under my hooves as the soil and trees sing with their release. They have found new lengths, blossoming from their ruins like a phoenix. Flaring my nostrils, I inhale the fragrances of spring, the crisp air praising the beginning of a fresh start again. The muted thud of my hooves against the grass accompanies the quiet melodies of hidden birds. My muscled neck arches as I lower my head below my shoulders, checking the forested inland borders of my home, although I am admittedly distracted. I try to not allow my thoughts to wander too freely, but I can’t help but think back—before the Scourge, before the destruction, when life had very different twists and trials. I dare not ponder on my dear sister, or what has become of her in the years that have passed—especially considering everything that has wrecked Kormada since the last time I had seen her. The fear of possibly never seeing her again causes a cold shudder to quiver down my spine, and I push the thought away as quickly as it had come, pursing my lips as I abruptly turn inward. Slowing my stride to a brisk walk, I cast my eyes around, trying to take in the beauty of the forest as a distraction from the icy gloom. Extending my neck and shaking my body, I am caught off-guard by a call that echoes faintly through the wooded trees. Pricking my ears and raising my head, I glance around, my step hesitating for a moment before I change direction towards the source. Before long it becomes obvious that it is a mare, the scent tickling some sort of shadowy memory at the back of my mind—I try not to get excited too fast. She leads me near the two ancient towers, tucked away in a large clearing. Releasing a whicker just before I break from the tree line, my brown eyes find her standing in their shadow. “Thara?” I very nearly gasp, hardly able to believe what I am seeing. The brindled mare had been one of my first claims—several years ago—and after I had not seen anything of her shortly after then, I had admittedly assumed the worst. To see her now, well, it is nothing short of a miracle. Finally gaining some sort of composure of myself, I walk to her. “Thara, where—how…” it is embarrassing, but I don’t know where to start. Halting in front of her, I reach out, tentative to touch her, but anxious to know why she’s been gone so long. ;; aeson rowan x siason || nine || neutral [/justify] |
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| Zephyr | Mar 11 2015, 12:46 AM Post #3 |
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When the zebra striped stallion finally came into view the composure Thara had been trying to hold together completely fell apart. Tears filled her expressive brown eyes and she wanted to turn and run. She didn't want him to see the fresh pink scars that now littered a pelt that had once been beautiful and unscathed. She wanted to dissappear. Her breaths came in short, ragged bursts as she fought against the emotions that plagued her, but there was no taking her eyes off of his. The way he spoke, the way he looked at her, like he had expected to find her bones one sad day, pushed her over the edge. "I... Aeson I am so sorry. I didn't mean to get taken. I should've fought... Ishould've... I'm just so sorry." Her voice broke and all she could do was squeeze her eyes shut to keep the tears in. It didn't work. She tried hard to blink away the tears while sobs came in silent bursts that made her whole body shake. She didn't see him reach out to touch her, but the 15 year old mare craved that sense of comfort, that sense of complete belonging that would ease her troubled heart. Unable to see his intentions, she turned her face away from him, ashamed of her scars, ashamed of her weakness. The new skin rippled over muscles that had been pushed to their limit escaping her captor and returning home. She hadn't realized how exhausted she was. For a moment she grew dizzy and swayed back and forth, nearly collapsing before managing to right herself. For a moment she looked like a foal testing it's new legs, but she shook it off, doing her best not to cause more trouble. |
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| `d e p p | Mar 12 2015, 09:50 PM Post #4 |
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![]() [justify=400]lines © LadyX-LT. . . . let me out of this dream . . . I’m not quite sure what I had been expecting from the brindled bay mare. It’s almost like meeting an entirely new individual—I don’t how she is now, what has changed in her absence (not that I had known her terribly well to begin with, but obviously I had known enough to want to live with her). I had long since come to terms with her disappearance. I have lost two mares since then, both whom I found dead, which to say the least, had shaken me to my very core. Not wanting to harbor false hope, I guess I had just shut out any possibility that Thara would return. But here she is now. She is noticeably distraught, her brown eyes glistening with tears that soon spill over and wet her cheeks. I stand there, hovering with my muzzle extended, not wholly comfortable but not wanting to leave her alone, either. So I remain as I am, my ears pricking forward when the bay mare begins to force weeping words from her tongue. My heart goes out to her with her initial apology, a breath of a whicker whispering from my lips, but I suddenly grow stiff when she continues. “…I didn’t mean to get taken…” Taken? I feel my body go cold, my ears instantly flattening into my mane with the disturbing thought; it unsettles me greatly. Only then do I allow my gaze to wander over the rest of her body, noting the scabbed wounds that fall in line with her white markings. My stomach sinks until I feel nauseous, knowing that I had allowed this to happen. When Thara turns away, I withdraw my head slowly, not wanting to force myself onto her—it would only be understandable for her to be wary of others now, right? I could give her some space; heaven knows I might need some, too. Flicking my tail sharply, I take a careful side-step closer to her. “Taken?” I demand, realizing too late that it might come off a little harsh. I don’t blame Thara in the slightest, but I have to know how this could have happened. Pursing my lips, my nostrils curl as I inhale a deep breath, taking a short moment to calm my voice (though my heart still hammers against my chest in both fear and anger). “Thara,” I try again, gentler this time, “What do you mean, taken? How did this happen?” I eye her cautiously, knowing that my own anxiousness wouldn’t ease her own. ;; aeson rowan x siason || nine || neutral [/justify] |
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| Zephyr | Mar 13 2015, 01:44 PM Post #5 |
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Thara isn't sure how to respond to the way aeson reacts to her Trauma. He seems angry, but even in such a damaged state she knows he isn't angry with her, and she hopes he doesn't blame himSelf. When he sidesteps closer to her, she moves closer to him, craving that gesture of affection that would make all of the pain melt away, but she wasn't confident enough to make the first move. She moved closer until they were less than a foot apart. She tentatively reached out and touched his shoulder for a brief moment, her eyes pleading to finally have a kind touch brush her skiN for the first time in she didn't know how long. All she wanted was his embrace. But before anything else, she owed him an explanation. She took a deep, unsettled breath as she steeled herself against the memories that came flooding back, all the death, the begging and pleading and finally the escape that was orchestrated by one of the other mares that had survived the rogues wrath. "It was during the move here. I decided to go alone so I could think about how to repair my relationship with you and the herd and he snuck up on me. A black stallion who simply introduced himself as the rogue. He threatened to kill me on the spot if I struggled, so I followed him. There were others at first. Then he started to torture us and kill us off. There were only a few left when the rest of us escaped. I think we were somewhere off the land belonging to the nonequines. I am not sure. All I know is I got here as fast as I could. And I still want to make up for the past, aeson. No more hiding." She managed to keep her voice mostly level, as if realizing she was stronger than she had been. She survived the unthinkable. She managed to find her way home. She was powerful, somehow. With a sigh she reached over and touched him again, a request for his comfort, for some type of affection that would show her that there was a chance to rekindle something that had drawn them to eachother years ago. They both had to know that something still remained. Something had convinced them that living together was a good idea at one point, and she wanted to find out what it was, be it romantic or an affectionate friendship, she was determined to see it through this time, but then again it all depended on the zebroid stallion beside her. Brown, expressive eyes watched his face for some expression to her trauma. But some part of her already knew she would do anything to fix this. |
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| `d e p p | Mar 19 2015, 06:28 PM Post #6 |
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![]() [justify=400]lines © LadyX-LT. . . . let me out of this dream . . . The thin skin of my nostrils quivers and I attempt some control of myself—of this mixture of happiness, anger, and fear that swells inside of me—and try to compose my features into an expression of comfort. Still, my muscles feel stiff, likely making the result more of a forced-neutral appearance. I’ve never been good at soothing, and that is probably not about to change, but hopefully Thara can look past the detachment in my eyes and see the sincerity there. She is one of my mares, after all, and seeing her so damaged hurts me. When the brindled mare takes a step closer to me and touches my shoulder, the hard line of my lips manage to soften and I exhale heavily in a warm breath. I hadn’t been expecting that from her, and had been more than willing to give her some space and time. To see that she hasn’t been completely broken is comforting. But of course, that comfortable fuzziness can’t last long. After taking a shuddering breath, Thara forces out the dreadful tale of her disappearance—the mysterious black stallion, her imprisoned companions, and the cruel torture that they all had to endure while held in his bloody grasp. She presses her muzzle to my shoulder again, and I tilt my head towards her, my mind thrown into chaos. “Thara…Thara, I…” I press my lips together hard, and close my eyes in a long blink. I feel the frustration rising into anger. Lashing my tail sharply through the crisp air, I tuck my head in towards my broad chest, pinning my ears at no one but myself. “’The Rogue?’” I scoff under my breath—what kind of name is that anyway? If I can’t keep one mare safe from the likes of this hooligan, what’s that to say about the rest of my herd? Can I really keep them safe? I just have to, I can’t slip up like this again. “I’m so, so sorry, Thara,” I let my eyes find hers again, the muscles in my jaw flexing as I clench my teeth. “You shouldn’t have had to endure that…I should have never left your side, I should have been there.” I whip my tail again, my eyes wandering to the ancient towers that loom over us, as if I could demand them to take this wrath from me. When my gaze finally wanders back to the bay mare, it is gentler. Reaching forward, I press my lips to her poll, whispering fiercely into the warmth of her forelock, “There is nothing to make up for. At least you’re home.” ;; aeson rowan x siason || nine || neutral [/justify] |
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