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Post by Seele Studio on Oct 21, 2012 19:06:25 GMT -5
The day was cold, though not as cold as others. Snow drifted lazily for what must be the last time. The hard packed snow still clung to most of Verdelet's home, except for under a large tree that barely clung to the windswept tops of the Linx foothills. Under this tree Ver stood watching his lonely kingdom and contemplating his future. It was no secret he was getting older, but something he couldn't stand was the thought of not having an heir to his barren throne.
Though there seemed nothing he could do about that. He supposed he could just take what he wanted, but something felt vaguely wrong about that. As if Ver was suddenly growing some sort of a consciousness. He scoffed at the idea, but it didn't seem like such a bad thing to take what he needed. He was a king, he needed an heir, so to obtain one he would need a mare. He smiled at the plan that had just formed in his brain, it could be just what he needs.
(no table)
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Post by drakewolf13 on Oct 24, 2012 16:18:33 GMT -5
Timidly Pookah walked through the snow. She fled to this land a beaten and exiled mare. She had seen a few other horses but she had hidden and stayed away. She feared that she was either being hunted still or that these lands were not inviting to outsiders. She thought about her foal, laying there dead just before she was attacked. But she had to run. She had no choice but to flee. Pookah had spotted a large stallion. She had decided to try and avoid him since she didn't know how well her presence would be taken. If she could just hide for a few months until she had time to heal. Then she could continue on and try to find somewhere to settle down. But her heart ached for her loss. First her lover dead, then her foal killed. What more could she lose but her life? She had vowed to hold on to that, that one last thing the world had left her. And so she sought a place to weather the coming night and rest her head. A place to weep herself to sleep.
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Post by Seele Studio on Oct 25, 2012 20:42:27 GMT -5
As Verdelet finished his musing a gentle breeze brought him the scent of a mare. The first thought that came to mind was of Chiquita, or possibly Lycia, but the scent had its own unique tinge, one that had never been to the plains before. His head swiveled lightly as he searched his home for the intruding mare, and once again he cursed the blindness in his right eye; a blindness that seemed to be slowly creeping over to his left. After a few seconds he spotted a slightly redder dot through the falling snow. Ver hummed to himself in excitement as he made his way to the mare.
He sensed something off about her as he came nearer though, something that made him halt his progress. The smell of blood, and of a foal. His ears flicked back, all excitement gone. He approached the mare slowly, making sure his presence was known," It is not often I see one come to my home so beaten, as I was." Yes he was taking pity on her, it was such a foreign emotion to him he almost gagged visibly. |
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Post by drakewolf13 on Oct 26, 2012 9:54:58 GMT -5
Try as she might to stay hidden, Phooka had been found. "It is not often I see one come to my home so beaten, as I was." the stallion said to her. Slowly she backed away with her head hung low. "I mean no offense. I am just trying to pass through these lands. My wounds slow me." she said trying to plead for mercy. "I'll leave. I won't tarry." she said trying to limp away. Oh gods I hope he lets me flee. I knew I should have taken more care and stayed closer to the mountains. These were her thoughts as she hoped she would be either shown mercy or a swift death. What would this stallion do? She saw the scars on his face and he seemed to have trouble seeing out of one eye. He had seem many fights, but he had fared far better then Phooka had.
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Post by Seele Studio on Oct 29, 2012 19:41:38 GMT -5
Ver snorted as the mare cowered before him," There was no offense taken." He said it curtly, unsure of what to do and how to hide the emotions that threatened to break out. Ver was shocked when she tried to limp away," Stop!" He rushed in front of her cut off her escape," Don't go. Who has hurt you? Why do you wish to go?" Too many question leaped to his mind, but his muscles softened and his tense stance relaxed. He wanted nothing more than to help the poor mare, even though a voice was screaming in his head to just leave, to hurt her more. He mentally shoved the voice away and smiled kindly at the beaten mare," Please, I can help you."
((Wow Ver -rolls eyes- what has she done to you?))
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Post by drakewolf13 on Nov 5, 2012 9:36:36 GMT -5
This torn stallion kept asking her questions. Who hurt you, why have they hurt you, and so many more questions abounded her that she felt too weak to fight. Finally Phooka simply lay down with her head hung low. "Fine, I'll tell you. Just don't hurt me. I'm so tired."
And so her tale began. She told the stallion her name, and that she had come from a land a day and a half away. She told him of her family, and of how they had been killed. Hours passed by but it seemed like months for her as she relived the agony and the pain.
At last she came to the end. "That is why I am trying to pass through. The Morlan herd sought to end my line. They killed my love, then my foal. They came for me and gave chase for many days around hills and through caverns until I fell into the river that I followed that brought me closer to this land and I dragged myself from the waters and have been trying to go as far as I can to the setting sun."
But what would the stallion do now? She had told her tale, but what if it was all a guise to lull her into submission. Why should she care, she was the last of a now dead line. Now her fate was in the hands of the torn stallion.
"I'm cold. Is there a cave I can rest in? Somewhere to stay out of the weather?"
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Post by Seele Studio on Nov 13, 2012 20:43:18 GMT -5
Ver was slightly surprised when the mare simple submitted to the barrage of questions he had thrown at her. He didn't utter a word though as she told him what happened, he could tell it was hard for. It was hard for Ver as well, her tale was dragging up forgotten memories of his. Memories of his sister and his two foals and how they were slaughtered before him while he was forced to watch. A shudder ran threw him as Phooka finished her tale," This world has been cruel to us both it seems." Though he would not talk of his past so easily. When she asked for a cave Ver shook his head," No caves, sorry, only trees and open land. They will protect you well though, and I can keep you warm." Ver slowly walked to her side and gently touched her shoulder.
(blech ending -dies-)
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Post by drakewolf13 on Nov 14, 2012 10:19:39 GMT -5
The stallion huddled close to Phooka and she felt a bit warmer. Pity there were no caves to hide in. Phooka missed the cavern she used to share with her family. But she would have to make due with what there was, and right now that was open plains and a strange stallion who was offering her a simple comfort and kindness. She would take it. What would happen next? Where would all of this lead? Phooka didn't know, but time would tell.
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