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Post by Aniya on Oct 19, 2009 19:34:57 GMT -5
The night winds were beginning to howl across the crystal like surface of the normally peaceful lake. No matter if the snows were beginning to melt and spring was making it's entrance, the nights were still in the lower teens. The young were still in danger of freezing to death. No danger here however but the elements, the brush was thick and did well to block the icy breath of late winter. Though huddled in the dense thistles that grew dense at the base of a large willow tree, was a small being. Fluffy alabaster mane no where near camouflaging with it's hideout, and pale cream colored pelt shinning like a beacon against the bright emerald of the greenery.
Aniya the small creamy filly was in serious trouble, she'd been without her mother for a week now and it felt like her stomach was going to chew through her back bone. Pushing slowly up onto her long slender stilts, weakness had already set in and she was beginning to fear that today might be her last. Yet she had felt the same about yesterday as well, yet death had evaded her for the time being. Snorting softly as she eased her way out of the thistles and into the nearby clearing, deep chocolate orbs searched franticly for her mother's frame. Surely she hadn't just left her here to die, what kind of mother would do that? Tossing her tiny cranium into the air slowly, Aniya let loose a shrill nicker. Calling anxiously for her mother...if the filly had been able to cry she would do so.
Peaceful lake was filled with the sound of nightfall, a hoot owl in a near by tree hooted loudly. Across the lake and over the border a pack of wolves howled at the rising full moon. All of this was quite intense for a small foal, her dam had told her about wandering off to far from her. But now it was the other way around, her mother had left her here. Tossing her skull before picking up her hooves and heading to look around a bit, perhaps night fall wasn't the best time but Aniya was a brave one and she had no choice...only to lay back down and die...that wasn't good enough.
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Post by blackie on Oct 19, 2009 21:47:21 GMT -5
ooc| - waits anxiously with Ritual -
Edit: I will get to this after classes today. Gettin ready now.
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Post by Aniya on Oct 24, 2009 11:01:25 GMT -5
ooc~ OK this is getting rediculus...no one has posted anywhere on this rp in three days....
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Post by blackie on Oct 24, 2009 12:38:52 GMT -5
ooc| I know I'm losing muse for it. There's no one to rp with, Haviana is even gone so I can't even have a heir for Inco  I dunno where Mak is. thinkin about gettin Boodica back into the picture if that's okay, if she'd accept Inco.
&& sorry about not replying. Aside from the muse thing, I have a research paper, oral presentation and poem due.
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Post by deziya1 on Oct 26, 2009 19:39:11 GMT -5
Ooc- sure I don't care about the inco and boodica thing. Sounds good to me. I wish that beth would have given it to me and I would have it running.
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Post by blackie on Oct 26, 2009 20:19:58 GMT -5
ooc| Well I'll get a post up n goin here soon. Would you like me to bring Inco in with Boodica then so they can hopefully make up?
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Post by blackie on Oct 26, 2009 20:32:21 GMT -5
Anger did not boil in the wenches blood, for it spilled from her eyes like love would from a heart. No less than pissed, the ivory fatale trotted stubbornlly away from her previous resting spot with sweat causing her body to shine. The glimmer could not allow spectators to look past the fresh placenta that still hung from her hindquarters like an extra shadow. With no foal at her side and her teets ready to burst with the amount of milk flooded to them, few needed to guess what happened. The foal no doubt existed at one point, but her barrel was not so large for even the mare to think she was ready to birth. Too early and created out of only one horses lust - not her own, for sure - the foal was probably destined to have a bad life anyways. Best off that it was born to early, fully formed but not functioning; a single breath and it was gone.
Ritual was now searching for the stallion who had cursed her with the burden only to have it die. She knew she would not find it here but it gave her something to do rather than dwell on what had happened. It had all been too easy anyhow, and she knew - even though she would have been a first time mother - that new life did not come with so little pain. The fae wasn't one to like children, but she wasn't about to throw it away if one was forced upon her... or she decided to have one.
I had not though and that was the point. Stupid bastard.
Words were venomous and cold even to her tongue. As she traveled through the forest, it didn't take long for the trees and barbed arms of bushes to snatch what remained of the birth from her. This left her clean aside from the 'smell' and her hind legs being slightly stained. What did she care? Who did she have to impress? No one was around except for some pallid looking filly, and where was her mother? Maybe she died too and we could all just have a big death party.
Suddenly, Ritual stopped and looked at her - the filly, I mean. She was so tiny and wobbling, it was apparent how new she was to this world. The mare snorted, obviously still irrated but calmly. There was indecision in going to see what the brat was doing, so Ritual decided just to walk in the opposite direction. She didn't think the filly saw her and most children were so attached to their mums anyways, what interest would the flicka have in her? If anything Ritual looked like a ghost who sat on another horses head and squished it. Ought to chase the darn thing away!
ooc| This is.... Ritual!!! Beth needs to give the account to someone else if she wants this site up and runnin cuz Mak is nonexistant.
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I dunno where Mak is. thinkin about gettin Boodica back into the picture if that's okay, if she'd accept Inco.