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Post by nala on Mar 10, 2012 12:18:11 GMT -5
Heaven's gates were no longer peaceful. The brawl that was taking place there echoed its angry calls for miles. Aquila wouldn't, couldn't hurt his sister, but the harsh reality was that he would not allow this stallions mutation to live with his family. Jemaine, she called him. The little feathered creature was odd in personality as well as looks.
His mother, Aquila's sister, was fighting back. You can't take him from me, Aquila! He's my child! No, Aquila stop! Her screams clouded the air with a horrific sound. Her blue child was equally horrified if not more. His anxiety taking hold, and nearly choking him of all air.
He'll not live with us. Aquila counter attacked separating mother and child. He's a rape child, and you are a victim. He will not stay here. He couldn't accept his sisters explanation. She wouldn't have hidden this from him; she wouldn't have let it happen.
And then she fell.
Aquila had shoved her with his weight, and now she was laying silently on the ground. Her breathing was still visible and she stirred slightly. Come with me. Harshly, Aquila looked down at the feathered nightmare. It's eyes, wide with fear looked back up to his uncle. Aquila moved to push the foal forward, but before he touched him the child leaped forward directed by the position of the buckskin. He was so afraid.
ooc: too intense for nala so its kinda all over the place. BUT YEA. HE HURT HIS SISTER. HOMG> plotness for Aquila. He's gonna turn evil now when Audrey come to find her baby (near the end of this thread perhaps) and says she hates him. MUAHAHAHAHA! |
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Post by Hud Levine on Mar 10, 2012 13:20:22 GMT -5
Rhys' daily trek was not as tranquil as usual today. Most every day the blue and green stallion would make his way around as much of the perimeter of the territory as possible in hopes of finding others - especially of the female variety. It was spring - the season of fertility. Foals romped here and there now, happy to be alive.
Rhys remembered his childhood vaguely, though he remembered his younger sister more than his mother. Sutton was a lovely girl covered with colors and full of determination... She'd headed south for Saraph about a year ago. He didn't miss her.
Back to business though. As Rhys cantered through the trees, his light hooves slowed his frame into a trot. It was the THUMP they felt through the ground that made them slow. What was that? His ears perked up, anxious to know where the mysterious fall had come from. It wasn't too terribly long before the peacock-feathered stallion halted completely. It was at the sight of another blue horse between the trees. A foal, anyway. A foal? It had to be his.
He hadn't gotten lucky in a while - this one had to be Audrey's. Wait, was that her name? Rhys' eyes narrowed as he looked as hard as he could to see what was going on. The young foal was followed by a stallion... What? What was going on? Where was Audrey? He was so confused that he hadn't even realized they were heading straight toward him. He was frozen in place with his head tilted and his eyes narrow - skeptical of the sight approaching him.
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Post by nala on Mar 11, 2012 20:36:22 GMT -5
You, Aquila's mind screamed as he herded the child forward. The equally blue, equally feathered stallion that stood up the hill had to be the rapist. The buckskin wanted to pound his head in, wanted to rip the stallion to shreds for what he had done to Audrey. A sharp bite just missed to skittish foals rump as he herded the mutant forward, towards its father. It would not live with Aquila's family. It could live with this mutant rapist.
You! Bellowed the overly upset stallion. You bastard, filth. Aquila's ears were pinned to his skull and with each breath, little Jemaine jumped forward in fear. At six months old he vaguely understood what was happening. The colts mind function at rapid speeds normally and with the increasing stress of the situation, it threatened to overload and cause him to pass out. His eyes, still sleep filled from his nap, caught a glimpse of familiar color in the foreground and he darted towards it blindly. Anything to get himself away from the monster that was chasing him.
Take your child and leave us in peace. Screamed his uncles angry voice. The situation had become hostile and Jemaine didn't know where to turn.
ooc: angry posts are no fun. :C -pat pat pea baby- |
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Post by Hud Levine on Mar 11, 2012 21:09:28 GMT -5
The approaching scene was not to be evaded now. Rhys could not escape the approaching show that was apparently directed at him anyway. What were the odds?
It seemed that the angry, larger stallion had been looking for him all along. How had he known where Rhys was? The two forms became clear as they finally stood before him. The blue stallion could almost feel the heat of the other's angry breaths on his nose. The colt in front of the buckskin roan seemed like a dulled version of himself and yet he felt like his own. He was responsible for his birth, but shouldn't that be something to be celebrated? Sure Audrey hadn't given him specific permission for the young one to be made, but Rhys was rather proud of his creation, to tell the truth. This unfamiliar stallion clearly had no eye for art.
He called Rhys names - dirty, foul names. Rhys did not appreciate them and pulled up in a rear and let out a hostile whinny of his own in response, kicking toward the bellowing stallion before him, careful not to touch the colt. Rhys was not one to fight, but his feathers had been ruffled and all bets were off now. " 'Ho are you to settle me wiff a colt? You're not 'is mum!" he cried as he fell back down, his eyes narrow and determined. Rhys had no intention of accepting the "offer". The ocellated stallion couldn't deny this foal's relation to him, but it was not his job to take care of him - that was one of the main reasons he loved his system. Have fun - no consequences. This stallion was trying to ruin the ageless tradition of roaming stallions.
OOC: first word is supposed to be "who" xD
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