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Post by ::MakybeDiva428:: on Sept 6, 2009 2:58:45 GMT -5
The ebon mare stood upon the rocky outcrop gazing over the plains. As she had picked her way up previously, the stones had clattered down in falls of granite and grey waves. Now as she stood upon the great ledge looking out, everything was quiet. The heat of Summer was fading in fast. She stood frozen, like a black molten rock melted into the mountain. Nothing moved but the gentle warm wind caressing her thick dusty tresses of mane and tail. Her expression was wistful as she looked out over the grassy plains towards Shadow Forest. The thaw had come and the snow had melted, yet they had not returned. Her dear Princess stood with them as her dam stood alone on Solitaire's Ledge.
Of all the things she had done, Haviana regretted this one most dearly. Her temper had flared. Her stupid temper. She had thought long nights trying to decide who's fault it was. Her and Incognito had a huge quarrel. Things had been said that should never had been said. Haviana was very emotional about the whole ordeal. She had been struck out like a naughty kid stealing from the cookie jar, sneaking to Delepio Meadow. She had still not told Incognito why. She hoped she could explain that to him now....if he came. Things had just gone the way they had, and she just had to accept the consequences for her actions..even if she was misunderstood.
As she stood alone on the ledge she gently snorted before nickering gently onto the warm breeze. She cut short, her orbs saddened as she realised no point was to her actions. She was feeling sorry for herself...what the hecK? She rolled her eyes. She was not some poor mare who felt sorry for herself and was a suck up. She was a strong, feisty filly with Dutch Warmblood bloodlines that took pride in herself. Her dam would be dissapointed in her. She sighed again. Now she was talking to herself. She had been so uptight lately, her mood swings making her wonder who she was. Who was she? Her filly was a gift to her, a celebration of her love to Incognito, yet a burden she must bear.She had to talk to him...Would he come? She paused once more before rearing up like a black cloud emerging from white.
Her scream was almost begging as she called for her lord. She was disgusted in herself for her needy tone. She was an independent mare. Yet she needed Incognito. She stood once more upon the ledge, her dancers implanted upon the great rock as she perked her ebony twinsets. Her coat was like dark velvet and her eyes took on a new shine as her heart raced at the thought of joining, meeting Incognito once more. She hesitated. Did she even really want to see him? Did he just think her as some trinket? Oh well, he had been called now. She fidgeted as she awaited him. Would he come? A annoying thought flashed through her skull. Would the herd come? She twitched her ears in annoyance at the thought.
[you]Word Count:[/you] 521 [you]My Muse Level[/you]: bad/average/good/excellent [you]My Mood:[/you] Leg's Sore [you]Haviana's Mood:[/you] To many to name. Mainly annoyed and upset at herself.
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Post by ::MakybeDiva428:: on Sept 20, 2009 6:38:42 GMT -5
{ Post Done }
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Post by ::MakybeDiva428:: on Oct 7, 2009 1:20:14 GMT -5
Haviana knew Incognito had left. His scent was stale in the last place he had been, and all the mares had left. Things had happened so fast, yet time seemed to go slow. The mare stood, once again by Solitaire's Ledge. This was her farewell. It had been seasons now, and Incognito had not returned. Her... Their filly was now a Princess. Oh so much like her father, She was a yearling now. She was almost like a replica of her sire. The same Friesian Cross look about her, the way she held herself with pride and used to talk in a way some much like her sire. She had inherited Haviana's beauty, the midnight ebony coat, a shade between her dam and her sires. The only white pristine marking she had was a small star.
Haviana was still young. She was in her prime. Her muscles were hard and strong, her coat was glossy and starting to get the Spring sheen into it, Her eyes were the only thing to put one off. The were dull and listless as she gazed out upon the plains each day. She had now come to accept he would not come back. She is not sure were she would go, probably after Silver Rose or Boodica. She let one small sigh escape her before turning to her daughter. The unspoken message was clear between them. Incognito would not come back. Haviana knew she would return to where her heart belonged when Donovan was older and she would be a mare in his herd.
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Post by blackie on Oct 7, 2009 7:07:13 GMT -5
ooc| I guess I'll post here with Inco coming back, if that's okay? Be a good place to start.
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Post by ::MakybeDiva428:: on Oct 7, 2009 19:47:14 GMT -5
occ: Sure. You also may want to re-claim the land, as Donovan has supposedly take over but hasn't ever posted in technically 'taking over' if you know what I mean.
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Post by blackie on Oct 7, 2009 20:19:53 GMT -5
Yes. Viali said I could have it back, so I'll just have everyone post and see how it works out.
post coming then
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Post by blackie on Oct 7, 2009 21:00:04 GMT -5
One could go into the details of how the bastard’s physical attributes had degraded from prideful and regal to sullen and dull. Or how grey hairs now mingled within his faded and worn ebon coat; as apparent as white could ever be against a dark background. Ligaments and tendons snapped and ached with the slow, monotonous movements of lithe appendages; the strain of his movements obvious with every spasm of nerves and muscles. Of course we could go even deeper, but is not necessary. Everyone knows what a horse looks like when they are old and about to die. Incognito was never known to be an elder stud though, and even so, his age of 10 years could not be defined as ‘near death’. So what ailed that poor bastard? Why had he portrayed such a youthful age for so long and then suddenly dropped into the curse of shriveled, forgotten and lost? The sickness that had killed his herd in his previous herd-land had apparently followed him and he had contracted it. Along with this unknown ailment he had also contracted Equine Recurrent Uveitis thus causing his left eye to turn white and go blind. It was unbearably sensitive to light though he started to wonder if it was anything compared to the cold of this mountain. What the hell was I thinking when I claimed this place? At least the brute could close his eyes to the sun – although the current evening time helped him – but he could not shut his body to the chill. He exposed no pain upon his façade though and ignored the age which his body screamed at him; refusing to function at times, but pushing through.
The slow progress he was making suddenly stopped as a shadow danced before him. Dial shifted to the right to see it with his good eye, saw the ebon frame of Haviana. Was it? Yes, she was just so beautiful looking! The time elapsed had caused her to enter her most fertile and radiant time of her life and Incognito looked at her with admiration. Excitement stroked his mind, hinting to the fact that he was still sexually active but hardly found the energy to do anything; though no one really wanted him. He was not the stud he used to be, and with that in mind he just looked at Haviana regretfully.
For the first time, Incognito was truly uncertain, they had left on fowl terms, he didn’t look the same and wondered if he smelled the same. Cranium lifted with the perfect idea, feeling like the young colt he was at birth trying to impress the ladies as he found the stream that ran down the mountain. It was cold, hurt his tendons even more but he crawled through it like a pathetic looking shrimp and washed away so much filth and depression. It did not make him younger or cure his sicknesses, but his pelt held that shine close to what he once had, his mane and tail seemed to strength and become less tangled.
With aerial sensors erect he walked from the stream and finally approached Haviana, unknowing if she had noticed him or had smelled him; hopefully, if she smelled him, it was after his bath. Incognito trotted quite regally towards Haviana but slowed way too soon. Part of it was his age, most of it was insecurity. Haviana was his first mare, most loyal. His love for her was unique but varied – like love and hate relationships, but not so much hate and the hate not so strong. Does she even want to see me? What if she rejects me? Won’t be the first time. He stood motionless, waiting with patience as he looked directly at her. She was a lone figure, blurred slightly due to his blindness. She could probably see him better, but he wondered whether she really wanted to see him. Did she even still consider him her leader?
Incognito waited for the worst.
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Post by ::MakybeDiva428:: on Oct 7, 2009 21:14:39 GMT -5
Haviana's skull snapped up, the scent burned into her memory from her first sight of him.It couldn't be. She almost recoiled, her orbs stretched as she looked at the skinny, rough creature in front of her. He was still a distance away, but she knew it was him. He looked so different, his coat was streaked by the moon, his muzzle greying. One orb was completely white. He was like the stereotype for a old, run-down horse
Haviana swallowed, a lump caught along her throat. She had three options. 1. Go physco biotch on him and be annoyed and angry. Let her temper flare (again) and basically murder him fro leaving the herd. probably not the best choice 2. care for him and be all sweet and kind, like a good old mare who loves him dearly. 3. a bit of both. Be kind and a but sympathetic, but lay it down to him it was kind his fault.
Haviana snorted and slowly trotted forward. She was a bit wary, his coat was dull and his scent had changed. He had freshly drunk form the stream. She stopped in front of him, maybe 5 meters out. Nothing was said, her eyes scoured him, looking at his condition.
"What have you done this time Incognito?"
She said, with almost a sigh. She trotted closer, her eyes worried as she gently started to groom him. He needed some care. She knew he was carrying so disease, causing him to look aged and lose his sight. She gentle groomed his back and shoulder.
"What happened m'lord? You look...awful."
She said. She meant in a...kind way. She knew it probably came out wrong, but he would get the idea. She wondered if he had forgotten about their fight. She was acting like it never happened, but it had affected her worse then any disease.
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Post by blackie on Oct 7, 2009 21:27:11 GMT -5
There was every sign of unknowing and what seemed like fear upon his façade. Stallions were remarkably sensitive to their mares – more than what they wanted to let on to, and especially those that they cared for. He had already gotten ahead of himself and thought of many things consisting of what if’s and how do I. As Haviana neared all of his thoughts strayed from his mind, his body become rigid and tense as he waited to see if she would accept him. He could see her take in his appearance but she never grimaced or looked disgusted; more surprised and bewildered. Deep breath was taken in and held as the mare came closer and stopped, auds twitching at her inquiry. Incognito was lost for words, didn’t know what to do. So he just exhaled audibly as if to say ‘I didn’t do this to myself’. It would have been said in his normally sarcastic tone; before he got sick. Now he didn’t know if he could even talk, let alone what it sounded like. He had been so quiet lately and alone, there was no need; never getting lonely enough to talk to the trees.
He jumped, muscles quivered, spasms broke out all over his body and he winced in obvious pain. This emotion was shown briefly, still holding control over his emotions and he settled himself. Her touches were gentle but his skin was so thin compared to before. She had scared him more than anything, and once he relaxed the grooming was quite enjoyable. Nerve endings still goaded his muscles to cause him pain but he disregarded it; obviously accustomed to it.
If Incognito could purr then he would. If he could cry he would be too. Now he just didn’t know what to do as Haviana catered to him, unaccustomed to it from even when he had been here before. Her words caught his attention, ‘M’lord’ ringing in his ears. If it was at all possible, the stallion’s affection for her grew deeper. Cranium turned to nibble at her flanks and posterior, pushing his muzzle against her flesh as if to test that she was real. He inhaled her scent, shifted his body as if uncomfortable but continued to test the mare’s reality.
…. I’m sorry.
The apology spoke of many things – too many things, everything. He wanted to move and get closer to the mare but enjoyed her pampering too much. He smiled at her like the little boy getting attention from the hot mom of his best friend.
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Post by ::MakybeDiva428:: on Oct 7, 2009 22:02:16 GMT -5
Haviana paused, her intentions of good may be causing him pain.She hesitated behind gently continuing. He had to deal with it. His muzzle sought through her coat, gently rubbing and testing if she was a figment of his mind. She smiled a little sadly, sad that such a great stallion can fall and die in battle.
His words whispered in her ears, his words like a savior in a dark crisis. Haviana arched her neck, looking back over her shoulder at him. Her ebony muzzle sought his whiskery and greying one. She touched it briefly, showing she was glad your back.
"I know... I am sorry also"
She said. She understood those two words, the apology for so many things that had happened. She had done things she never wished to re-visit.
"But seriously, comrade. Of all the stupid things you could do, you just get up and leave. I don't know if our...disagreement affected it, but seriously. You left the herd and me for other stallions. Princess almost died. It has been a harsh winter here. You fool"
Haviana just spoke the truth. There was a joking ring to her words, like she held no meaning behind him. That was somethign she liked about herself. She would just come out and be honest. She knew Incognito was the same. She gently touched his neck and along his back, almost in a flirtatious way to show she still loved him, even if he didn't. And he was forgiven.
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Post by blackie on Oct 7, 2009 22:16:07 GMT -5
He knew he deserved some sort of scolding but he still harbored pride. Stern look was given to her, just like old times. It was as if to say 'You can't talk to me that way, I'm still your Lord'. Incognito had nothing to back it up with though, had no intention of giving her a harsh nip or punishing her for her words. No, he just stood and stared at her with a diminished look of pride and his head hung low. She should be mad at him, she, their daughter and the rest of the herd were his responsability and he through it all the way. No, he wanted to keep it and still did. He trusted his mares to be okay without them, that if any of his offspring died then it was best; they were too weak to be his. For now it seemed like Haviana was the only survivor and he looked at her now with such a dismal expression how could she not feel sorry for him? He did not seek her sympathy though.
He touched her nose, caudal appendage lifting slightly as he then walked slowly around her. He tried to put on a show and look like he did before; strutting his stuff with dial bowed and neck arched. It was half-way complete when pain flashed upon his facade from more muscle spasms. He stopped intentiontally beside Haviana, touching her and practically smothering her with touches, love and afffection.
I know, Haviana... I was sick... I am sick, thought I was going to die. That's why I came to this land - my old herd, they all got this disease and slowly they all passed. None lived beyond 5 or 6, and I was around that age... I just assumed I was next, and all my daughters and sons were so young, and I cared so much for you and... I didn't want anyone to see me - I don't even like seeing myself now.
Last remark was sarcastic, lightening the mood and bring back that old humor. He spoke of his old life, something that Haviana could not see or had not seen. It was trust, a sign of his love even if he was passing. He still had a few years - maybe he'd live to be 15!
The whole time he was touching her, nipping her, nuzzling her, grooming her; anything and everything. Like a busy wife that forgot to do one thing and was explaining it to her husband why she forgot while cleaning the house. Incognito then stopped and look at her, body held close as if she would float away - or he would.
I'm here to stay though, until I die. I will not leave, but pass away right on this mountain where ever I shall be.
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Post by ::MakybeDiva428:: on Oct 8, 2009 20:18:02 GMT -5
Haviana flicked her listeners at his frown, almost telling her off. A smile played at her lips, she knew no motion would back it in an attempt to show he was boss.The brute circled her in an attempt off show, trying to win her heart. She smiled, tossing her head and prancing a little. He stopped by her side, his kissers smothering her in intimacy, scouring every inch of her body.
Haviana's anger kind of flashed again. How could this stallion be ashamed of himself? She rolled her eyes and tossed her head, gently nuzzling his flank. She knew this lecture would show him the truth, even if he did go all I'm-the-leader-and-you-don't-lecture-me on her. At least she would get this out of her system.
"Incognito, how dare you be ashamed of yourself? You are a proud, capable, loving, generous stallion who loves his mares. This... disease will not hold you back. Looks don't matter. Take myself for example.. I am a tall dull black mare. If you want to see what you used to look like, look at our daughter. She is like a mirror image of you, she talked like you and she acts like you. Like you used to be. Like you will be. I promise, myself and you, that I will get you back to your former strength. Start by at least eating. Stop feeling sorry about it."
Haviana sprung off into a lecture, used to taking on the fond , but stern tone of a mother. Princess had caused more then enough trouble, sneaking out and exploring. Just like Incognito.Haviana gently kept nuzzling him, leading him over to some grass. The blades were just starting to emerge. The snow had melted and the thaw was coming
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Post by blackie on Oct 8, 2009 21:06:01 GMT -5
Incognito made a mock impression of sticking his tongue out at the mare, appendages bringing him a few steps away and giving her a defiant look. Snort passed through his nostrils and widened his valves, incisors clipping together in obvious aggitation. It was both of her lecturing and criticizing herself that this frustration arose. Dial was quite stealthily extended upon a still muscular neck and he nipped the mare on the shoulder. It was gentle but hardly affectionate, yet his expression was that of a mocking child and did not speak of aggression. When she reached her muzzle towards him to nuzzle his side he rotated his body away from her, pouting almost and then he stomped to the grass she had led him to. It was all in play but had its own messages, and he knew very well that Haviana got them; she knew him quite well. In all honesty she probably knew him better than Boodica.
Dial lowered and he grazed, occasionally and 'accidentally' nipping the mares hoof or coronet as if caught up in the enjoyment of grazing. Every time he did so he'd lift his head, offer her a 'Why does that keep happening?' look and then continuing grazing. He stomped after a few moments and spoke softly to Haviana.
How is Dark Princess by the way, and where is she? I'd really like to see her.
There was the fear of anger and rejection in his words, worried that his daughter detested him for leaving.
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Post by ::MakybeDiva428:: on Oct 8, 2009 21:28:13 GMT -5
Incognito nipped and played at her, gently grazing upon the grass. He seemed annoyed by her lecture but she just rolled her eyes and ignored it. He seemed a bit sad.
"Aww Poor Inco. Did I hurt your poor male ego?"
She said, mocking him in a playful way. She snorted and danced around him, kicking her heels up playfully. Her tall stilts spun and twirled as she danced for the pure joy of it, occasionally nipping in at her master. She got the playful messages, watching her step but still letting him know she was just playing.
She twirled around him in a mass of black, flashes of snowy white showing rarely from her wide skull. She danced in the growing green grass, loving the way it brushed and tickled her. She snorted and nickered to the sky, the azure sky with its fluffy alabaster sheep sleeping in it.
How is Dark Princess by the way, and where is she? I'd really like to see her.
Haviana stopped in her twirling dance, her eyes alight and playful. She snorted and stepped closer to Incognito, grazing for a few minutes before answering his question
"She...wanders. Sometimes for a day, sometimes for a week. She will be back soon."
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Post by blackie on Oct 8, 2009 21:33:21 GMT -5
If his 'brow'could furrow it would have at Haviana's retort. He stood tall and suddenly rigid, regaining some amount of pride as his expression went from passive to stern and then to aggressive. He snorted, listening to her remark about Dark Princess and nodding. Caudal appendage flicked with obvious aggitation, not finding her amusing as he contemplated his retort. Incognito shifted and moved slightly closer to Haviana.
Do understand Haviana, that I may be old and may have left... but I am back and still your lord. Lets not forget out manners.
He looked at her critically and then resumed grazing, occasionally lifting his head to look around as if expecting his daughter now that he had mentioned her name.
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