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Post by blackie on Sept 7, 2009 16:18:43 GMT -5
Auburn hued orbs were glazed over showing obvious detachment from the present reality. Long, ivory appendages moved in perfect unison but with a melancholy rhythm - petite irons brushing the topographical facade, steps light but lazy. Although she breathed with perfect respiratory functions and her multihued chassis spoke of pure health, there was a sickness that seemed to plague Melrose. It was not of the mind like her mother had after being roughly bred by Chocolate Surprise, it was something deeper. Just as the newborn thought about her illness and then about her sire, the sickness seemed to worsen so that its roots grew deeper. A brief expression of hatred drifted upon her alabaster facade, auds pinning to her dome while her ebony tress smacked viciously at her flanks.
Ligaments stopped moving and brought Melrose to a stop. Her dial was hung at mid-level, neither high nor low, with a vindictive gaze held on the soft terrain before her. She stood frozen in time, thinking about everything that had gone on. The thoughts were what kept the filly in the past, relieved her from dealing with the present and situation at hand - she she was without a mother, no one to guide and take care of her. Melrose just thought confidentally about how her twin brother did not have to suffer this, that he was meant to kill their mother to relieve her of her own sickness. Melrose had managed to nurse from her mother before she died, giving her the advantage of desperately needed antibodies and possibly a few more hours of life. Melrose thought about how her mothers large, bulky frame rested not even a mile away from her and was probably still a little warm. Vultures, crows and ravens would feed on her while rats and parasites infested her cadaver. This did not bother the filly because she understood it was part of the circle of life. In truth she just kept herself in a safety net, thinking about what would happen, what should happen and what had happened. She didn't think about what could happen and she didn't contemplate the ifs of her life - a life that had a destined fate of death.
Only if I don't find a mum... Melrose thought quitely to herself, smile trickling upon her labrums as she lifted her head to look out at the world. A vibrant, malicious scream escaped the young filly, one of terror and fear before her petite multi-hued frame fell upon the lake floor. Her breathing became hard, sides heaving and legs moving around her small frame as if she were being eaten alive. It was all apart of the plan though, hoping to catch someones attention even if it were a stallion who killed her.
ooc| This is Melrose, a newborn filly - mother is Vital who is deceased and her father is Chocolate Surprise who she hates.
Melrose needs a mum, but she is VERY stubborn and... ya. you'll see.[/color]
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Post by .:Lindsay793:. on Sept 7, 2009 18:25:20 GMT -5
Aurora, a beauiful dappled mare trotted into Peaceful Lake. She flicked her beautiful long tail and smiled. A young filly caught her attention, and she seemed to be alone. Aurora was a kind, loving mare from Sunny Meadow. Her leads were Senture and Scarlett and senture and Scarelt were kind, as she was.
The mare watched the filly for a few minutes, and no mother came back to her so the mare walked forward, strong legs bringing her closer as the filly began to buckle, and seemed to weep. Themare met the filly and nuzzled her softly. One to be cautious she steppedback a step.
Concerned orbs looked at the filly, which looked half of her, though a different breed. And the fillt was lucky, she had been bred and birthed a few days ago, so her body had been producing milk. Any other mare wouldn't be, |
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Post by Viali on Sept 7, 2009 20:44:08 GMT -5
Before you hedge those bets you placed against me
Be reticent of fortunes they foretell
Your verbal defecation I can't wash away despite myself
Your vanity, it seems, has served you well
"Oi. Be quiet will ya girl?"
She didn't know what the filly was going on about and she didn't care. Heartless a bit? Maybe. Cyprian did not view it like that. Her thought process was more like this. The filly was annoying her, and she'd rather have a cleared head to deal with the problem rather than one filled with obnoxious yelling. Even with the 'hurt' one being a young one, not more than a week old at best, she felt no pity for the screeching one. Psh, the kid was probably faking it anyways. Cy should know; one didn't have six children without learning something.
Cyprian's pelt brushed up against the back or the tree, new buds jabbing into her sensitive sides. D*mn spring. Couldn't it just be summer already? Well, She mused. if you wanted heat, you could've just stayed in the freakin' desert. At least she was adjusted to that. Her pelt had adjusted to heat, and even now, coming out of winter it was still thin. She cast a glance to her pelt now, almost instinctively.
She used to have a magnificent canvas, a rich chocolate brown, with only a slight mar of white around the border of her hoof. Oh, how she used to be admired for it. It helped certainly, that her mane was flashy and white, like freshly fallen snow. Now it was more of a off-white cloud hue. Her pelt was now flecked with white, the horrible coloring slowly crawling up her poll. No wonder the last brute had bred and run. Her milky-blue eye certainly lent to help to it. Her newly born colt had been glancing away every time he met her gaze.
"You her mother?"
Cy asked in a bored, slightly irritated tone. No, she didn't believe that this young fem was the dam. Her caution was too extreme. Cyprian had been taught to always ask before taking, and somehow, even though that had been ignored all her life, now it was coming back strong. Of course, her maternal instinct decided that it would come back now as well. D*mn it. Now, almost against her will, she would have to stay her and watch over the new filly. Her bones creaked in discomfort, and mentally shushing them, she stepped closer to the 'distraught' youth.
You're so quick to choose the path walked by the righteous
So you can go and nest among the weak
The innocent observers will refuse to find the lie within
Renew the disappointment of the meek
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Post by blackie on Sept 7, 2009 21:01:15 GMT -5
After a time, Melrose lie still and wondered if anyone had heard her. Her legs still twitched a bit because she couldn't relax and her breathing was still rapid, but otherwise she seemed normal - lying on the ground, without a mother around with appendages moving as if possessed. Okay, maybe it wasn't so typical but apparently it had worked because Melrose could feel vibrations in the ground of approaching hoof beats. She half desired it to be her mother that she saw, but knew that such would not be the case.
Dial lifted slightly from the terrain so that she could see who was going to rescue her. The mare she was saw was also dappled, but her mother Vital had told Melrose that her colouring was some how special. The filly didn't understand why though admitted that she looked extremely different in comparison to this other mare, but after wandering for a few hours she had soon realized that no horse looked exactly alike and this mare was no different.
Melrose watched the fae approach and quickly settled her cranium back on the ground, wailing pathetically and thinking sad thoughts just to grace her expression with a melancholy look. She jumped up just as quickly as she had fallen as the mare nuzzled her though, but considering she was not even a day old her immature balance caused her to stumble and fall back down. Melrose stayed on the ground though, not knowing what to do as she had not thought as far as what she would do if someone came for her - the reprocussions of a young mind. Cranium lifted as the mare stepped back and she took her in. She could smell young foals on her, more than one she thought, but it also meant that she was nursing. Melrose snorted with displeasure, preferring to have an adoptive mother all to herself but she realized how crazy that sounded. If she wanted a mother who was nursing, she would need to accept her current offspring as well - if not kill them off. Yes, Melrose could just kill them and get all the attention she needed before throwing the mare away once she didn't need to nurse anymore. Sounded about right.
Startled, the filly gave out another holler as she heard the harsh words of a different mare. The words did not bother Melrose, just the sudden appearance of her. Legs collected beneath her and she stood, watching the darker hued mare come before her. Gaze trickled to the colt at her side, looking him up and down with discontent and malice. Aerial sensors flew forward as the new mare spoke again and Melrose squealed with rejection.
No, my mum is dead, she isn't even a mile from here if you want to go see her.
Vital, her mother, had told her about how being young caused so many problems - one being that you weren't often listened to or believed. Vital had dealt with it too often, and so Melrose was more than willing to show these mares her real mothers decaying cadaver as proof she wasn't lying.
Melrose tone was defiant and strong even though she was young. It was quiet due to her age and far from being mature, but the flicka stood strong and confidentally before the mares. Her interest was on the colt at the older mares side - yes, she had percieved her age with her tattered frame and oddly coloured eye, though she thought that was just wierd - because if she had the chance to possibly kill it, she would be more likely to go with the older mare. The first mare didn't have her foals though, so maybe they were already dead and she was looking for a poor, innocent foal like Melrose to replace those she lost.
Melrose smirked, snapping her teeth threatening at the colt though it no doubt looked playful to the mares. If she could stick her tongue out at the colt she would, but she only managed to have it jut between her lips awkwardly before it got pulled back in. She looked at them all, wondering what they were gonna say.[/color]
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Post by .:Lindsay793:. on Sept 8, 2009 14:04:52 GMT -5
Aurora had a beautiful, unique pelt. Mixed with black, gray, white and brown, it was more beautiful and odd than this filly's. She shook her dappled, long mane, as her flowing whipcord cut the air in two, harshly landing on hte fae's rump, scatterring flies, and resting between her back legs. The mare greeted the old one with a snort. Giving her respect for her age, and wisdom Aurora had not discovered yet.
The mare looked intently with dark brown orbs at the filly. Something unbelievable hung in the air around the mare. Filly acting with playfulness to the other mare's colt. Seeming friendly, though her ego seemed to speek differerently. Already the mare didn't trust the filly very much and would soon leave to return home. Her filly needed tending to. Lavender was the name, sweetness was her game, and the mare loved her. |
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Post by Viali on Sept 8, 2009 16:01:59 GMT -5
It irks me when I get burned
And I realize, I don't get hurt
And always, it seems I've lost my way
"Go on now. You need your sleep, Alistor."
Cyprian's voice was soft, but had a tone of utter command. The old mare was used to being leader, and others following her without a compliant. She was confidant that her words alone would be enough to scare the colt into going. Just in case though, she nudged the colt, a little bit too hard she realized a second later, when he stumbled. With her right eye being blind, her depth perception was off and she couldn't see anything on that side unless she turned her head completely. Cy was not one to take her eye off two strange horses, albeit one was a foal, she had no sudden insane desire to be mangled. Perhaps that was taking things a bit too far, but one could never risk it.
No, my mum is dead, she isn't even a mile from here if you want to go see her. Cyprian sighed. Another dam dead in childbirth. She took a moment of quick silence for the mare, who she knew she'd probably be d*mning in the near future if she took the filly. Cy wasn't completely heartless though, despite her front, and wanted something that would pester her if only to keep her life meaningful.
"No need, I've seen 'nough dead bodies."
She voiced, her tone gruff. Cy wasn't lying, but it wasn't quite true in a way. There was just something off to her about the statement, that even she couldn't place. Her eyes narrowed harshly from some long ago memory, and unknowingly her body was taunt and one edge. Her teachings.
"Are ya comin' with one of us or not? I don't have all day."
Cyprian said in what was clearly a falsely sincere tone of voice. Or maybe it was genuine . One could never tell with her. With a slowly blinking of her eyes, she managed a smile, knowing it was a failure as soon as it began.She was sure it was much more of a grimace than anything resembling happiness. Cyprian had never been good at showing feelings. She supposed she should get better, if she wanted to managed a peaceful relationship between her children. Humph. She was already thinking of the filly as kin. She surely expected the young one to go with her. The young fea was surely balking a little at the attitude.
When I feel you, it's not enough
And I need you to shun my touch
I notice the season's ripe for change
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Post by .:Lindsay793:. on Sept 8, 2009 19:43:38 GMT -5
ooc: I know that Levi, but Aurora has an ego sometimes. -
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Post by .:Lindsay793:. on Sept 8, 2009 19:46:37 GMT -5
ooc: and Aurora can feel threatened sometimes, when it comes to more beautiful mares. Because her mom raised her saying she was most beautiful.. So that contributes.
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Post by .:Lindsay793:. on Sept 9, 2009 13:59:16 GMT -5
-oh ha ha, ya half the time I go to look again at my horses to see what their like, and its right there  Ahha, and I know it annoys me too. |
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Post by blackie on Sept 9, 2009 21:59:12 GMT -5
Inquisitive gaze looked to the younger mare, feeling her piercing glare as she seemed to scrutinize her. Melrose didn't know why, unless the mare doubted that her mother was really dead or maybe even understood her thoughts about wanting to demolish the two mares young. Though naught but a newborn she had the common sense to know that the dappled mare could not get into her mind and know her thoughts. She had not displayed her malicious intentions through expression either, so her secrative plotting was kept all to herself. As she looked at the mare she could tell that her challenge to the old mares colt was percieved as play, and Melrose smiled innocently at her as if to convince her of so. The dappled fatale seemed uninterested in Melrose suddenly and the foal withdrew herself slightly, unknowingly bringing herself closer to the anicent one - as she had nicknamed her.
Own speckled posterior was just beneath the anicent ones maw, though with some distance considering Melrose's dimunitive height. She could feel her stomach churning, yearning for more milk and its nourishment. Melrose had not considered how much energy she would waste with her attempts at seeming pathetic to lure horses in. Auds were cast backwards, listening to the anicent one and just snorting in response before rotating around to face her. She didn't want to stay too close and the mare decide to bite her or kick her or do something that wouldn't feel good. The filly couldn't understand why she thought about the mare doing this, other than the fact that she seemed very callous. She guessed it was what her mother had told her about how horses can be, but she permitted the idea to drift on out of her mentality.
Pure, youthful joy caressed Melrose's petite facade at the ancient ones gesture, her own coarse personality incapable of hiding any sudden, and new emotion - that was something that would have to be learned later, being so young it would be impossible. She had only just taken notice to the fact that the colt had been sent away, and she peaked around the brown mare to try and find him. I wonder how I'll go about it... She didn't know how old the colt was, though he looked young like her. Smirk appeared as she looked up at the ancient one and nodded. Being hardly mature and extremely juvenile, obviously since she was a newborn, Melrose instinctively went for the anicent one's teets. She was hungry, desperately so and hoped that the mare would not get mad, but also did it as a sign that she had chosen. She suckled once from the mare before looking at the young, dappled fae. She give her a dismissive look that came off awkwardly and hardly as it should. It looked more like a sign of discomfort, like the older mares attempts at smiling.
Melrose then nipped pleadingly at the mares leg to see if she could continue suckling even though she had already took a small squeeze. Vital had told her not to be rude to those that are kind, and Melrose tried her best to control herself as she waited hesitantly - wondering if the dappled mare would get mad and attack her, causing Melrose to shift her body securly beside the anicent one's larger frame, letting her legs block her from attack. She only hoped the ancient one would not reject her.
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Post by .:Lindsay793:. on Sept 10, 2009 14:02:18 GMT -5
Aurora was not sad, nor happy. She had raised a few filly's and colts, and was not new to it. the young filly moved to the other mare, and with kindness a snort was heard through her nose. The fae turned around, as she needed to tend to Lavender, her first filly to Senture, and she loved the filly much. She looked at the two and smiled and nodded to them. The filly aggrivated her, with a dissmisful look, like she was older and wiser than aurora herself.
The fae snorted a little aggressively, and without respect but kept her limbs to herself. With a slash of her whipcord, the fae was trotting to the edge of Peaceful Lake. She turned on her side, and reared a goodbye, and she was gone to her herd in whom she loved and trusted, also looking forward to meeting her Lead's twins.
Muse: Nothing
Day: Exausting
Mood: Ok... |
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Post by Viali on Sept 13, 2009 8:38:12 GMT -5
It irks me when I get burned
And I realize, I don't get hurt
And always, it seems I've lost my way
Cyprian grinned triumphantly, gloating almost in a way that said she had something that no else did. This was almost true, and she was appreciative that the filly had picked her, but there really was no competition so it wasn't that. It was... imcomprehensible in truth. But, she was certain that the filly had made the correct choice. The other mare, whoever she was, seemed unnerved by the brat's actions. The paint seemed to favour those who drifted into what some called 'the light' rather than those who had fallen into disgrace.
Cyprian's blind eye stuck on the mare, as if watching her leave, just daring her to try and come back. It was, fortunatly, distracted by a little nip. Cy's expression softened, if not to something warm and chocolately, to something velvetly smooth. Her dial lowered, white lock falling over her blue orb. A nod. A ascent.
They would wait until she had her fill. Then the group, consiting of Cyprian, Alistor, and the filly, would head towards a herd land to seek shelter for a week or two, until it became warm again. Hopefully, there would be an able herd close to them and she wouldn't have to traverse across half this forsaken world.
"By the way, you can call me Cyprian."
When I feel you, it's not enough
And I need you to shun my touch
I notice the season's ripe for change
ooc. should we end it here? then we could start a new thread in a land, (maybe shadow forests, if we want donovan and melrose to meet, if so then the foals could chat for a bit before silver arrow or whoever could find them or something...
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Post by blackie on Sept 13, 2009 11:39:43 GMT -5
ooc| ya. that's fine
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Post by .:Lindsay793:. on Sept 13, 2009 11:41:38 GMT -5
-Thought I would post. Go to Arrow's. then maybe Cy will be claimed, and Incognito could take Melrose, of the two young ones fall in love or something hehe Cute <3 - |
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Ahha, and I know it annoys me too.