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Post by rhianna4554 on May 20, 2012 10:38:53 GMT -5
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The past 24 hours seemed like a dream. He had never expected anything that had happened during it least of all Ilona wanting him back. He had been expecting her to send him running with his tail between his legs instead. So her actual response ad left him in a surprised daze. There had been hesitation on his part even though his heart had leaped. Guilt and self loathing left him wondering if it was the right thing to do. After all he did not doubt that she deserved better. He was a bastard and a monster after all wasn't he? One touch and he found himself agreeing his confused mind easily seeking the soothing feeling her presence gave him. So much for not allowing emotions to get to him again. There wasn't any going back and he didn't want to even if he felt like he was no good for her. It just meant he would spend the rest of is life working damn hard to make it up to her. He swore to himself he would never let her down again. There was just one problem however. The lead. Before he had not cared about death but now he was committed to Ilona and the prospect left him very much aware of the possibility of being killed. Oh he would take punishment gladly still but death was no longer an option. He would fight to defend himself from it if he had to even in his weakened state.
Traveling had been slow since he made sure to actually eat again and occasionally catch a much needed nap. It gave him more time with Ilona anyway before the daunting meeting with the lead. Occasionally the thought of him sent a few spikes of anger through him. He still didn't forgive whoever the hell it was for taking his anger out on Illona. Agitation once they drew close to the borders caused him to leave Ilona a little way behind as he closed the rest of the distance ears twitching to and fro eyes carefully seeking any movement.There was nothing yet which drew a relieved sigh from him. Nerves were abundant still causing a slightly sickening feeling in his gut. He was anything but a socially active creature so the prospect of joining a herd and having to be on his best behavior especially to the lead was anything but comforting. It felt a little constricting if he was honest but he was doing it for Ilona. If he had her he could adapt after all she would help him. She had the patience of a saint. Strides shortening he drew to a standstill just across the border unwilling to move any further without his love and her warm body next to his.
"Dante speech"
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Post by Thoxic on May 20, 2012 11:24:20 GMT -5
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It had indeed been a real ordeal for her, and she was not yet healed. She would probably not be healed for quite some time either, considering that she had just recently lost her child, and the one who she thought she had hated, had come back to her. She had been a fool if she had told him that she didn't want him there, that had been lying, and she never lied. She had not yet said that she loved him, he hadn't earned that yet, but she liked him, and she would protect him from most of Risk's wrath if the lead decided to try for a punch at Dante. It wasn't that Risk had taken out his anger at her, but he hadn't been happy about the fact that she had gotten pregnant with another stallion, a stallion that then had left her there for good it had seemed. Now that same stallion was back, and they we're closing in on the Kahukura territory to talk to him.
Ilona walked slightly behind Dante, and as he soon trotted ahead of her, just to stop along the border of the herdlands, she moved up to his side, nudging his shoulder slightly, before crossing the borders without any hesitation. They were now on Kahukuras land, and they could meet the lead at any given time, but she wouldn't let him hurt Dante, not much at least.
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Post by Pad Thai on May 20, 2012 15:03:06 GMT -5
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"Risk Speech"
Risk Thoughts
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Risquè stood on a tall loft of rocks, resting one of his hind legs as his head was lowered sleepily. The soft breeze tugged at his tail and his ears flickered at the soft sound of giggling foals bounding around and playing with one another. He cold hear the louder sounds of Iris and Cyril, the older foals while Laelius and Ciervo made softer thuds and higher giggles. A slight smiled tugged at his lips and he let his eyelids droop, feeling confident that Isadora was up to watching the herd for now. A sharp scent crossed his nose, unfamiliar, but familiar in a odd way. Risk raised his head, pushing his nose up and opening his eyes. The slight scent of Ilona was mixed with the scent and he knew. He launched himself onto a smaller rock, pushing his hindquarters as his hooves clacked loudly against the rocks as he bounded down the giant pile of them. The foal laughter stopped as they watched him and he flicked his head back, snorting to the foals. He paused as his hooves hit the soft sand, his audits pricked forward. He pawed the sand, anger bubbling inside of his veins. He pushed himself forward, swishing his tail as he walked silently towards their scent. He picked his way over brush as he weaved into the forest, slinking his way towards the pair. He stopped, hearing their subtle breathing before pushing himself to his full height and jumping out onto the sand before them, his eyes narrowed dangerously. No words could sum up his anger, and his tail flicked agitatedly. Anger piled up in his chest, his breathing deep as he tried to calm himself. "Ilona." Risk said sharply, his brown eyes quickly flicking over to her before resting on the black stag before him. . 323 Words
Comments- Risk maaaaad. Risk SMASH. /fail hulk impression
Status- Finished
Muse- Medium
For- Thoxic // Ilona - Rhi // Dante
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Post by rhianna4554 on May 20, 2012 15:31:47 GMT -5
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The single touch soothed his nerves even if it was brief. He found himself automatically moving after Ilona as she crossed over reluctant to leave her side now he was unknown territory. Didn't stop you before when you forced her you bastard. The loathing thought cropped up out of no where for a moment the memory sending both disgust and pleasure through him. It was a memory he both hated yet treasured. You sick bastard. Head shaking slightly he pushed it away strides extending so he could close the gap his thoughts had caused to appear. For a moment he thought he heard movement an ear swiveling round in the direction to try and catch it. Whatever it was fell quite causing tensed muscles to relax slightly. They dint have that long to remain in a semi relaxed state since a a mass of grey and white burst out. Startled slightly he took a sidestep head snapping round as his eyes fastened on the brute. He wasn't much taller then the Silver blue roan tobiano stud but this new threat wasn't exactly in a weakened stand. Still Dante found himself moving closer to Ilona a surge of protectiveness flooding through him ears flicking half back in the process. The single word that left the studs name caused him to freeze fear running through him. So this was the lead.
Suddenly it kicked in jerking his mind back to harsh reality. Wary now he eyed the stallion quickly picking up on the anger. It was there not only in his body language but in the air charging the atmosphere with tension. This was an opponent very close to snapping. Reluctantly now Dante moved away from Ilona slowly moving to the side yet carefully to keep his head turned to face the stud. If this stallion was going to snap he didn't want Ilona getting hurt in the process. "Are you the lead?" The question came out a lot more confident then he felt his voice surprisingly steady.
"Dante speech"
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Post by Thoxic on May 20, 2012 15:40:51 GMT -5
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Ilona was actually not surprised at too see Risk marching in on them like that, she had heard his steps, he knew what sounds he made, since she had been in the herd for quite some time now. She just took at step back and flickered her ears, more at the fact that he seemed so angry, than the fact that he had come in so quickly to approach them. That single word, her name, held alot of feelings, and Dantes reaction, to first try to protect her, and then move away from her, made her look at him instead of the lead. This would be one hell of a showdown. Should she try to talk Risk out of it? She knew that Dante wouldn't like it, a mare defending a stallion like that, a stallion that had hurt her that much on top of that.
"Risquè."
She said, in her soft, calm voice, it was her way of saying 'hello' right now, she didn't know if she wanted to start a presentation or a conversation for that matter. Maybe it was just best to see what the stags would do.
She just stepped back a few steps, even though her stomach now was almost back to normal, she still didn't want to be caught upp in this too much.
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Post by Pad Thai on May 26, 2012 23:41:56 GMT -5
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'Are you the lead?' The black stallion asked, with a bit too much confidence, and Risquè had to stop himself from laughing. 'Risquè.' Ilona's soft voice filtered to his ears, and he turned his head to look at her, giving her a soft smile. He turned his head back to the stag, his hooves slowly kneeding the sand at his feet. "Are you the one who raped my mare and then left her, behind my back?" Risk snapped, flicking his tail as he looked back over at the stallion. The thought made him snap though, and he pushed himself forward, anger blazing through his eyes as he lashed his hooves as one of them connected with the stallion's shoulder, piercing the skin. Risk didn't look to see if he was fighting back, as he twisted, turning his large powerful body and kicking his ribcage with his hind legs, wishing for the bones to break but he didn't know if they had. He turned, sending sand everywhere as his teeth scraped his forehead, leaving a wound above his eye. He didn't know how long it had gone on, but before long the stallion was bloody and beat down, and he hadn't fought back once. Risk stopped, eyes narrowed and chest heaving, his breathing slightly labored as he stepped back, looking at the black stallion, but not daring to look at precious Ilona.
OOC: Yeah, got a few injuries in there but feel free to add/change whatever you want
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Post by rhianna4554 on May 27, 2012 13:30:50 GMT -5
He didn't miss the look this Risque gave Ilona and the smile it involved. Once before when he had inquired about the relationship she had with this stallion he had felt jealousy, although at the time he had not known what the feeling was, and now he felt it again. Uncertainty stirred too and the combined feeling was one he hated. It left him nothing feeling uneasy. If Risque wasn't here he would have sought some reassurance although it was undeserved yet right now he refused to even look at Ilona. A harsh rebuke to his question quickly pulled him from his thoughts. Inhaling sharply he tensed back becoming stiff before e attempted to answer. There was no time for words to form since the other stallion charged at him. Refusing to move Dante stood his ground body forced to remain stock still even as those hooves lashed out at him in their first attack. The pain caused him to grind his teeth together slightly ears instinctively moving half back as his scarlet blood began to flow. He refused to allow himself the liberty of showing any distress the pain eagerly accepted instead as payback...a well deserved uncomfortable sensation.
The next attack was swift those flailing hooves aiming for his side. Only here did he allow himself to move but it was only enough to try to lessen the blow. There was still an audible crack anyway and suddenly breathing became painful. Head lowering slightly panic took over a little as each time his lungs expanded pain stabbed at him. The shallower breaths gave him the feeling that there wasn't enough air going to his lungs. His focused attention on trying to settle a breathing pattern meant that he failed to see the third and final attack coming. The small stinging pain above his eye dragged him out of his concentration eye quickly focusing on his attacker. "I am. I came here for the punishment the lead sees fit to serve me." Pain stabbed at him as the words he had been intending to speak earlier were finally said. Breathing became easier as he settled into shallower breaths although it meant he had to breath more often. Suddenly the earlier rebuke ran through his mind and dread seized is heart. Risque had called Ilona his. Did that mean he was too late? Panic formed quickly, although he refused to show it to his attacker or Ilona for that matter, and is guilty mind turned away from any hope. He was a monster he told himself...he didn't deserve a happy ending.
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Post by Thoxic on May 27, 2012 15:46:14 GMT -5
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Ilona was the kind that hated violence of all sort, even though there had been moments where she had been wanting to bite Dantes head off if she was ever to see him again, but she didn't want him any harm now, so when Risk started to beat up Dante, she panicked. First she couldn't do a thing but watch, but it was horrible to watch him bleeding, getting his ribs probably cracked.
When she finally came to her senses again, she almost screamed and jumped in front of Dante, shielding him with her own body. She was smaller than the two, but the fire in her eyes was very clear, she would oppose Risk for the sake of the one she loved, there was no doubt about that.
"Stop it! You will not hurt him any more!"
Her voice was clear but lacked that softness that it usually held, as she was very stubborn and committed to what she wanted right now, and she didn't want Dante in pieces.
She didn't look at Dante, just at Risk, staring him down like she stood several feet above him. She was a sturdy little mare at times, and the very thought of Dante being hurt, more hurt than he was now, it hurt her too, she could almost feel his pain when she heard his strained breaths.
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Post by Pad Thai on May 27, 2012 16:07:18 GMT -5
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'I am. I came here for the punishment the lead sees fit to serve me.' The stallion finally answered, slightly wincing in pain of the wounds. Ilona seemed to jump out of her frozen stance and the moved in front of the black stag, her eyes hard as she stared him down. 'Stop it! You will not hurt him any more!' She exclaimed, and he looked down upon her, his brown eyes going hard. "Ilona, please relax, he has no right to do that to you." Risquè said simply, swishing his tail, before looking back at the stallion. "Name." He stated, growing bored, yet still a little irritated.
OOC: short D:
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Post by rhianna4554 on May 27, 2012 16:32:30 GMT -5
He had never expected Ilona to react to his pain the way she did. He had always thought that should he get hurt she would enjoy the sight so to see her leaping in front of him and scolding this stallion who had inflicted the pain surprised him. Blinking he stared at her for a few seconds in shock before reacting an ever so slight scold leaving him. "Ilona I don't need you putting your health in danger for my welfare. I deserve whatever he gives me. I hurt you." His quiet voice broke at the last sentence as guilt threatened to consume him. Inhaling deeply to steady himself he he winced as the pain stabbed at him. Risques response irritated him a little for some reason but he suppressed it muzzle nudging Ilonas hindquarter a little. He had seen the stallions eyes hardening and he didn't like the fact that Ilona was still between them.
A single word was all that was spoken in a demand for his name. Head raising so he could stare Risque down he unwillingly gave the information. "My name is Dante." Impulsively he once more loosened some words comforted by how close Ilona was to him. "I had no right to..rape Ilona and I was a coward to run. Both things are the worst regrets I have and if I could I would go back and do things differently. I love her Risque and I will never stop trying to make things up to her. For as long as she wants me around I will be here." The words were spoken with a lot more confidence then he felt guilt giving them a fierce passion and honesty. They left him feeling bare to the world as if his very soul was open for everyone to see. It wasn't something he was used to and suddenly left his confidence wavering.
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Post by Thoxic on May 28, 2012 12:54:53 GMT -5
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Looking at Risquè when he looked down on her, didn't make her feel smaller, rather the other way around, since she still was very firm with Dante not being hurt anymore. It was almost too much as it was, she didn't want to see him bleeding or having to struggle to breathe, as it was now. She had hated that he had left her, but she couldn't deny what she felt.
If Risk would coudln't accept Dante, or hate her for this, then she would leave with the black stallion, because being without him these past months had been harder on her then anything else, except the moment where she had lost her daughter, but that had been in a whole other league.
Even as Dante tried to ger in the back again, behind him, she stood firm and nudged him so that he wasn't in front of him. Her white and blue roan coat was bright against his black, and that colored part of her was very similar to Risquès overall coat, alot of horses in Kahukura was of that color it seemed. But she believed that Dante would fit right in if he only had the chance, because she knew he regretted what he had done, even though she had not yet fully forgiven him for it.
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Post by Pad Thai on May 28, 2012 13:19:54 GMT -5
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'My name is Dante.' The stallion said, with regret of cours. Risquè swished his tail, giving him a single nod before glancing back to Ilona, who seemed to think she was bigger then him, but he knew what she was feeling. It was love, despite what he had done to her. 'I had no right to..rape Ilona and I was a coward to run. Both things are the worst regrets I have and if I could I would go back and do things differently. I love her Risque and I will never stop trying to make things up to her. For as long as she wants me around I will be here' Risk looked back up at the stallion, his thoughts floating to Isadora, the one who had sent his heart in a race whenever he saw her as a foal, who had given him two amazing colts, who was always there for him...
Dante tried to move in front of Ilona, but she nudged him back, standing in front of him, still looking at Risk. He tossed his crania, looking at the two, "Ilona, I will not hurt Dante anymore, unless he does so to do something like this again." Risk huffed a bit unhappily. "This is your only chance, Dante, another crime committed and I will kick you out, I will not give out another warning. Find yourself lucky." Risquè said broadly, swishing his tail again, seeing how close both of them were, how much they meant to each other. He nodded to them, pondering whether he should leave now.
OOC: I'm surprised he's letting him in this fast, though he still is pissed. xD
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Post by rhianna4554 on May 28, 2012 13:40:34 GMT -5
He caught the nod although he had little time to dwell on it before Ilona caught his attention. Despite his attempt to get her to move back she had stubbornly refused to shifting instead only to prevent him from moving in front of her. An unhappy frown began to form till her muzzle made contact with his skin quickly soothing it away. If Risque wasn't there he probably would have given into the temptation to touch her again but he didn't exactly want to push the other stallion too far. Besides he had left him feeling too exposed already without openly displaying too much affection. Words captured his attention again gaze quickly drifting back to Risque. He wasn't sure whether to be pleased about a lack of pain to come or not...after all he still felt like he deserved more. He didn't expect to have Risque partially forgive him so quickly or accept him but he was glad he did. He could stay with Ilona easily for however long she wanted. "Thank you." The quiet two words didn't seem enough to thank risque even with the sheer amount of gratitude in them.
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