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Post by .cay on Jul 25, 2011 22:08:30 GMT -7
For a moment, I am incomprehensible. Before my opalite lanterns can slide open, I am berated by a million different sounds and scents. There is a damp, musky smell, like old stone. I can hear the crackle and pops of a fire hard at work; feel the warmth emanating through my skin. This time the warmth is not through a fever, but an external source. I am confused. Near my crania I recognise the scents of both forage and water. Thoroughly befuddled, I will my eyes to crack open.
I am greeted with a bright, orange light that flickers across the walls and the floors like insects. It reaches me and I feel as though I am under a blanket of warmth and security. Still confused by everything, I peer around the room I appear to be in. I lay in a makeshift den; comfortable in spite of the small ripples, of, well not exactly pain, across my body. There is indeed a small clump of grass beside me, and a little basin of water as well.
Grateful, I lean my muzz over the edge and start to suck up the water through pale kissers. Then, instantly I remember just exactly what had happened before I passed out. I try to scramble to my feet but I find that I cannot bear my own weight, and wobble precariously on my pillars. My sides hurt where they struck the ground, and for a second, I am in a horrible, sinking panic.
The foal!
What if I did something to it? I would never forgive myself! As my mind starts to race, I start to tremble again. The walls of the huge room start to wobble and close in on me, the ground starts to rush up to hit me in the jaw, I try to rear but cannot muster the strength. I want to scream, but I cannot speak. My eyes roll in my head and I fling my crania wildly around in fear until I lock onto a figure standing by the window. Even though I can hardly make out the shape and the form, I recognise that my master is here.
Then, where am I? The walls continue to play with my mind, as my world turns circles upside down and around me. I feel super dizzy and lightheaded. I feel sick.
Slinking back down to the ground, I snort in pain as another ripple surges through my body. As it finished, I find myself panting heavily. There is still water near me so I polish that off before taking a tentative nibble of the grass. It tastes perfect.
And, there he stands before me, tall and sturdy. I see his eyes flicker backwards towards me, then to the window once again. I admire the way he stands; like he's the pillar of the earth and that nothing can shake him. Leaning my spinning head on my forelegs, I study the brute before me. He looks almost worried for me, but I shuffle the thought out as quickly as it came. I was just a slave to him, nothing more. Another twinge. He looked like a king in the half moon and half firelight. The way the shadows danced across his skin and the light from the fire made his hide look like the glassy bottom of a pool. It was entrancing.
"Where am I, sir?" I whisper softly, adverting my eyes. "I am sorry for collapsing. I should have been better." I am fully expecting a beating, or cruel punishment to come of my little misstep. Steeling myself, I prepare for whatever he wanted to dole out to me. He was a huge horse, and he had proven just how scary he could be.
Suddenly, my barrell recoils and a contraction ripples throughout me. I don't know what it is, but damn it was painful. I can hardly think. The world spins again. The walls close in. What is happening to me?
word count 676 / character count 3,508 muse pick up the phone par falling in reverse
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Post by Racing on Jul 25, 2011 22:38:17 GMT -7
Teeth bared, the demon spun and stared at her. Her words struck him about the head like physical blows, and breath trembled in his lungs before he sucked in oxygen to speak. "Don't you dare say sorry to me. Not unless it is required, and here it is not. Now, as to answer where you are... You are located in the living room of my personal building. And Unwanted... His voice, previously icy and hard like the stone walls around them, softened. A minuscule amount but it did. "Do not be frightened of any pain you feel. It is natural; it comes with all births. You will grow accustomed to it, I do hope." Words spoken the stallion spun, and faced his windows once more. Casting a final glance over the horizon, he turned to her, that single hidden warmth hidden deeper than ever in the face of possibly crumbling defenses. Crumbling just for the pain of one mare in childbirth; however was he supposed to deal with more of this? He suspected he would have no problems with Memory, and she would certainly remain in her cafe for the duration of the painful business. He would hover outside, listening for her screams and delight in them. But Unwanted's screams? He worried he could not delight in his shiny's pain.
His shiny. Yes, she was shiny. But was that why...? No! He could not think such things! Spinning about and pacing back and forth once more, he focused with eerie intensity on the flames. With that intensity he began to play with them, to give the shadow something to do. He made shapes, figures, whole scenes of things occurring and then the scenes of legends. The legends of his forebearers, those that had probably thought the same thoughts he thought now. He spun once more, frighteningly quick, and fixed on her, checking her over before returning to his fire, calm and collected once more. The picture of a perfection of a dark lord.
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Post by .cay on Jul 25, 2011 23:15:34 GMT -7
His sharpness tears at me almost physically, and I shrink back from his harsh tone. He reacted so violently to me, and I find fear creeping back into my lungs with every breath that I take after that. "Don't you dare say sorry to me. Not unless it is required, and here it is not." I let my mind reel, and for a moment revel in the tumbling feeling of the world. But, where is it required...? I passed out on his excursion and he had to bring me back to wherever this was by himself. But he didn't want me to apoligise for that?
I am sincerely confused, as he continues on speaking: "You are located in the living room of my personal building." [/b] I whicker in surprise. His living room? His living room? That was completely contrary to everything any forcer she had ever interacted with thought or did. First, he didn't care that he had to carry her Tiana-knows-how-far to get to his building, and second he didn't even care that he had one of his slaves in his quarters, when she was about to give birth? This was highly unusual. When Storm spoke of the pain I am feeling, it all clicks into place. Comes with all births, he says. I am slightly stunned by the enormity of the pain for this small little act that was childbirth. It was highly puzzling.The ripples kept getting bigger and quicker, and if I stared hard enough, I could almost see them passing over my small frame and barrell. I am panting heavily now, but I look up to see Storm watching me intently. I am unable to place the look on his face, but somehow I feel less petrified from him than earlier. Something about the way he watched me quickened my already fast heart, caused something other than my contractions to ripple through me. I have no clue to what any of it is... But I like it. Then--it feels like a gunshot has gone off through every single one of my nerves. I cannot control it; a sharp neigh escapes my mouth and I snap closed my eyes in pain. It felt like someone was tearing my body apart from the inside out. My body falls onto its side, and I lay there, gasping for breath and in agony. It was as if someone was taking a white hot knife and carving out my stomach and lower body very sluggishly. A huge ripple contorts my vision and my body, when suddenly I feel life emerge from me. I cry out loudly, as I try to free this small foal from suffocation. Another contraction helps to aid in this and soon the process is over, and we have won: The foal was out. Too tired to raise to my feet, I peer over at the newborn addition. I am unsure whether or not it is a boy or girl, but their colouring is a gorgeous jet black, like their father. It has a golden mane and tail not unlike my own pally colouring, but the fine hairs fade into white near the ends. It turns it head in confusing and tries to get to its feet. I mirror the action when all of a sudden I am ravaged once again by the bitter, slicing pains I just thought I got rid of. A particularily nasty pang of agony made me shriek softly, and I called out to him. "Storm!" I am flattened by the amount of pain there is. The sharp, irony scent of blood has thoroughly penetrated everything around me, and I am losing both it and energy fast. Breathing is getting harder, a nuisance... I whicker again, sharp with pain. My vision starts to blur; I feel weak. I feel the world sliding away from under my body. No, I think. It's too soon...
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Post by Racing on Jul 26, 2011 0:11:50 GMT -7
Ears drove flat to his skull, the stallion blocked out the screams and stood stoic, waiting for it to be over. And then it was. A foal slid out, black coat shockingly like mine but a major difference shone out; a golden mane, frosted white like a fine champagne. I swept to it, fretting, shadows circling and diving about, trying to do what they could. A shadow attempted cleaning off my first colt, and another focused on the mother. The mother. My Unwanted. I focused on her, ears pricking so straightforward it must've seemed like they tried to escape off my head, and then it came. A scream of my name that tore at my heart and ripped at my insides, flattening my ears to my skull from the ringing caused by it. I flit to her side, seeing blood and all the shadows near me fluctuated crazily as my thoughts did. I muttered oaths as I sought a problem other than that she was just to weak for this; her barrel still rippling with contractions, body still trying to force out that which now deemed as a disease. A disease that I created, that I caused. A tiny muzzle jutted out, and my heart stopped. Two? I was blessed with two foals? We were blessed with two foals? No, this was surely an impossibility. But yet, evidence stared me in the face and jogged me into action. I gently clenched onto the tiny being with teeth and shadow native to me, and tugged. I pulled for all my bloodline worth, determined not to have this one, nor my shiny, die. I pulled and pulled, only help being Unwanted's body as she herself, too weak to do this, and my shadows. One remained with the tyke that was breathing, but the rest struggled with me. Eventually, a second foal was forcibly removed from the golden body of Unwanted. Shadows rushed to make it alive, whereas I rushed to Unwanted. Focusing and pushing back my shadow-awareness, I pulled forward a pool of pure white and forced it into Unwanted, ordering the stream of Magick to seek out what was damaged and fix it.
Soon enough, that too was done. I watched the two foals quietly, letting my shadows tend to them before ushering the offspring towards their mother. I hadn't noticed the gender nor color of the second foal; far too fretful over Unwanted. But now...Fire tended to and roaring once more, fighting off any chills, the bowl in the floor filled with more clear and clean water, the grass replenished, blood mopped off the floor... I had made things as well as I could. I could only hope she would wake up soon, as I pulled the shadows within me and watched my windows once more, ears on the foals and Unwanted, eyes scanning the horizon.
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Post by .cay on Jul 26, 2011 21:02:02 GMT -7
Warmth. Dark, damp, warmth. Something equally dark, damp, and warm presses against me. A surge of comfort flashes through me. There are a million different, new things surrounding me. A sharp and piercing cold, a bright set of lights that burned into my retinae, even behind my tightly shut eyelids. I hear new sounds: An infinite number of impossibilities and possibilities. My throat feels wet and sticky, and I try to clear it through a whinny. I am unable to, and instead bravely attempt to open my eyes.
Life blazes around me, as soon as I can open crystalline lanterns and gaze about myself. The sheer brightness of it all causes me to sneeze. I snap open aqua orbs instantly, never wanting to shut them again. So many strange things! Then, I swivel my sturdy head beside me, and there lays my sister. I try to whicker to her gently, and reach out to brush her muzzle with mine.
There is a broken frame a few feet away from me. In the frame there are shattered pieces of what looks like glass, but upon inspection I can see a cloudy reflection of myself in it. Staring back at me is a gangly little foal, with a jet black pelt and shocking golden white mane and tail. He has eyes the colour of glaciar water, which peer back at me the size of saucers. His face is strong and built, like a Thoroughbred, and his body is long like one, too. He has the graceful legs and ears of an Arabian, though. I tip my head curiously, and he tips his head back, blinking slowly.
Something nags at the back of my mind, and I realise that my legs have gone a little numb from laying on them so long. So, I try to stand. There must be some way to do this.
Okay, one hoof, there you go. Next hoof, now, drag yourself up. Okay, unbend those back legs. You got it, now, pull... You're standing!
In my jubilence I manage to trip sideways and end up doing some sort of a lunatic pratfall towards the fire. Oblivious to all else, I whinny in alarm as my nose almost brushes the hot embers, and try to scrabble backwards to safety.
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Post by Racing on Jul 26, 2011 21:59:37 GMT -7
The shadow lord swung, but before he could get between the the colt and the fire, the filly did it for him. She pushed back against the colt, giving Storm just enough time to step between them both and the fire. The filly's legs trembled and she tumbled to the cold floor, letting out a shrill whinny as her black body felt it's icy touch. Their father let out a low growl and nudged the filly back onto the warm dirt bed, where she once more attempted to stand. Then he turned to corral the colt, and started to nudge him back to his mother's side as well. That accomplished, the stallion returned to his windows, attempting to remain impassive when all he wanted to do was meet his first offspring.
The filla turned and stared at her brother, blinking a navy iris in an attempt to clear her vision. A lightly dished Arabian face turned to watch her sibling, the slim body of an Arabian covered with a black fuzz-- yet strewn across her tiny torso was stripes of gold, up and down her sides. Long legs spoke of her Thoroughbred half, while a fluffy white mane spoke of her mother's coloring. Her tail was a mottle of white, gold and black hairs-- an oddity that was oddly beautiful. She was a triad of coloring, all of her, the only thing pure was her black hooves and white mane. Two white socks shone on her hind legs, but just a white coronet on her right fore. She whinnied at the tall midnight shape by the large moon, but it did not turn from it's view. So the youngling thrashed about with her legs, and once she got them properly aligned once more, pushed down and yanked her body up. Standing, she whickered at her brother, testing out her voice and her wavering legs.
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Post by .cay on Jul 26, 2011 22:23:20 GMT -7
The mare's short and irrestful slumber was broken short with a sharp whinny, emanating from a small filla. Her crystal blue seekers instantly found her baby and she attempted to gather herself to her feet. The blood rushed through her thin veins quicker than a broken dam, and the pally princess slumped back to the ground in a daze. Her golden white head shook desparately, before she looked up and saw Storm gently herding both the fille and her colt to her side. A rushing breath of relief followed. What kind of mother am I?
I snort indignantly as the huge horse buffers me towards my sister. He is a sight; all muscle and height and big, black, darkness. My coal harks pin to my skull as I take in his enormity. He was like me, but twenty times bigger. Peering carefully, there is a similarity between both him, my sister and I, that I am unable to shake. I whinny towards him, but am cut short by another large, but pale muzzle as it gently smoothes down my fuzzball forelock.
Looking up quickly, my nose bumps with a pale pink and golden nose, and I back up startled. My mother whickers down to me, almost in amusement, as I gather my bearings from the floor. She looks huge to me, but I take careful note of the bones jutting out from every angle of her body. Kissers draw back in a grin and I whinny loudly back, jumping to my feet and darting beside her to seek out my sister.
Unwanted watches the foals carefully on unsteady feet, swaying from side to side, but not wanting to lay down. Her white tipped marigold radar follow Lurev and his sister as the colt eggs on a bit of roughhousing from his sibling. To her, they both shone like their father. Their jet black coats were proof of that, the way they shone and the muscles newly formed under their baby skin. She smiled, privately thanking Tiana to bless her with two healthy offspring. She stole a glance to Storm, looking over him with wanting. Could there have been any better candidate for making two such beautiful creatures? He stood there in all his glory, and yet, there she stayed: A slave to his will.
The mare sighed softly and flicked a matted whipcord. She started to groom, making strange faces at the irridescant taste of blood as it saturated her tongue. Doing her best, but the mare still could not reach all places. Finally she gave up sullenly, and hung her head slightly, woozy.
My tiny tail whips around as I dart circles around my sister, whickering playfully and darting away on fast, newfound legs. I do not notice where I'm running until I almost crash into the midnight stud. Sliding to a hockey stop, I stare up at him, nervously, then dash way again to find my sister. Something about that stallion kept me on edge. But, he did save my life, I guess, inadvertantly.
I sneak behind my mother and steal a glance at him again, staring at the dark prince. My eyes shine like jewels behind long, dark lashes, disappearing when I take long, slow blinks. It's hard work for me to suppress a whicker to the black horse who looks so much like me.
word count 560 / character count 3,056 muse the hell song par sum 41
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Post by Racing on Jul 26, 2011 23:19:52 GMT -7
The youngling's navy pools blinked in confusion at all the activity rushing about, and then she slunk close to her mother's side and stayed there. Nuzzling her mother's leg, the girl looked up at her with wondrous eyes. She voiced a soft grunt when her brother circled her once again, but did not move from her mother's side. When a rumbling voice like thunder, far off to be so gentle, but still thunderous, shook the filly's bones, she flitted to her sibling's side and became his shadow. Their father watched them with an air of pride, before turning to their mother with a look of ponderance. "What are their names, Unwanted?" He mused, voice like molasses and just as sweet. He truly did watch her like she were a queen, but that single pinprick of warmth was still hidden down, the only spot of love his heart would show unless one found that spark. He was amused deeply when the colt almost ran into him, and when the little tyke hid behind it's mother the stallion lowered his head to peer at him. "It's alright, little one. I wouldn't harm you," He split off that sentence when something bumped into his legs from the other side. It was his daughter. He smiled slowly and gently bumped her back, which caused her to rush back to her mother with wide eyes, although his touch had been just enough to move her an inch.
He looked taken aback, and did shift his weight backwards slightly as he looked at his Unwanted, a mild shock in his coal irises. "Ah... What did I do?" Storm queried, worried he had frightened his offspring and that she would hate him. He looked at the colt and attempted another smile, but the Forcer was, well, a Forcer. He wasn't used to this sort of thing, and was worried about screwing it up. Looking between the three of them the helpless male flicked his ears back nervously, before taking a second look at Unwanted. "Are you alright, Unwanted? And do tell the truth." He offered, before the demon tried to seem harmless.
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Post by .cay on Jul 26, 2011 23:50:15 GMT -7
A smile lights my face as I trace the paths of our young. The boy seems more outgoing, whereas the girl seems shy and careful. I warmly lip her mane when she presses against me, staring up with these breathtaking blue eyes, which looked like they housed the entire depths of an ocean in them. My own aquatic eyes flit upwards as I sense their father nearing. He looked proud of the two children, watching them as they moved about. Watching them with their polar opposite personalities. While he watched them, I watched him, entranced. Then I am startled as his gaze turns to me.
"What are their names, Unwanted?" His voice rolls like velvet thunder into my waiting harks. I supress a shiver that tingles through my spine and desparately grasp for something that would buy me time. Their names? My gaze slides to our firstborn; Storm's heir. It seemed only fitting that this colt carried a part of the name which blood he bore. Then, it comes to me, smooth as butter forms into words and slides past my kissers before even I can ponder it.
"Your firstborn, Storm, there his cursing be Never Ending Lust," says a ghost through my tonuge. And echo of a once pondered thought shortly follows, and I am a ventriloquist of myself. "Your baby girl, Deserted Under Fire." My words almost look lost on him as he is ran into by Lurev. Storm looks down, says gently, "It's alright, little one. I wouldn't harm you," [/b] and then looks surprised as his daughter mimics her brother on the opposite side of him. The colt looks spooked and dashes behind me, but as I watch Storm he looks almost... paternal. I watch him in awe. He looks so warm and welcoming. Deserted bumps into him slightly, and starts when he bumps back and she flees behind me like her brother.[/color] Storm had been smiling at the little touch, but now looks up almost worriedly. My heart skips a little, and he looks back to me again and I have a moment of trouble breathing. "Ah... What did I do?"[/b] I twitch my muzzle in amusement, glowing when I reply to the dark lord. "She's only a baby, lord. You just spooked her a bit." There is a laughter in my voice that I don't know how it arrived. "They're like birds. You have to be real careful and soft around them for the first little bit, or they'll fly away. But once they get to know you and trust you..." I break off mid sentence as Lurev begins to prove my point. The young colt sneaks up beside Storm and sniffs tentatively at his foreleg. Then, bravely, he lifts his shiny optics and reaches out to gently brush the giants shoulder with his muzz. His ears are slightly laid back, but he whickers softly, and I smile gently. Look at them, they're the perfect picture... I lean down to gently nudge Deserted towards Storm. I give her small encouraging whickers and licks and nuzzle her once softly before giving her a small push that would hopefully send her over to her sibling and father. I raise my head and look up to Storm, feeling an emotion I cannot quite place. I feel warm, and happy. My ears perk towards the three of them and I feel radiant. For a moment, I forget everything in my past, who I was, where I was, why I was here. I glow, and look up to the great shadow horse before me and I wish for a moment I could share this feeling with him.
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