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Post by Racing on Jul 27, 2011 0:38:41 GMT -7
The proud father grinned lopsidedly at their names, a crooked smile that fit him oddly well when you considered his persona. "Beautiful names, Unwanted. A strong curse for a strong colt, and a graceful call for a graceful miss." He lyriced, before listening to her explanation of their behaviors. Oh. He maintained the grin, but it slipped a little when the colt moved forward. He seemed to demonstrate what his mother had just said, and in response to his light touch, the stallion reached a giant muzzle down to gently nose him. Unwanted began to nudge and urge their daughter forward, and in response she dodged from the last nudge and pranced forward. A single tiny hoof catches on the stone floor, and the shadows quivered apprehensively as she tripped, but little Serre planted her four limbs and stood strong. With a fierce look on her face, not to be outdone by her brother, the youngling dashed forward, headbutting her father right in the chest. Storm jerked his head up in surprise, but as soon as he looked at her, he couldn't be mad. He smirked lightly as she danced around him, before ducking behind her brother once more, little outburst over.
Just as things started to calm, across the desolate terrace came a torrent of rain. It was just a sheet of ice cold rain, and Storm shuddered at the roughy of it touching him or his family. Wait... Family? No. Not family. His shiny and his heir and his daughter. Simple. Short. Sweet. Nothing more nothing less. But the stallion shook that off as he smiled at his children, before sweeping to the door and double-checking it's lock, before fixing up the fire once more and creating a sort of... Shield, of faint shadow, melded to the fire so it wouldn't burn if it were to touch one. Fornever Ending turned to his windows once more, listening to the rain patter just before lightning streaked across the sky. The thunder paused, just for a moment, before BOOMing like the lord had expected. He turned to his younglings, watching their mother calmly.
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Post by .cay on Jul 27, 2011 1:00:57 GMT -7
A blush lights my face with his praise. "Beautiful names, Unwanted," [/b] he had said to me. This time I can't control the shiver that runs down my spine, and I attempt to sneeze to hide it. My blush increases at my utter flop of a cover up, and I lower my head instead.[/color] I see the foals scamper around Storm, testing out new boundaries, trying out new relationships. It really is adorable; the two little foals playing with such a massive and brute stallion. But, they way he acted with them was even more charming. I can't help but wonder if this is how he will be with his mate one day. I can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy for that mare. Then, I snort and shake my head. Come to your senses! My mind sharply tells me. He's just another forcer, and you're just another mare. Not even just another mare, but you're just another slave! He doesn't want you. He never would. So, get over it, and get over yourself. Sighing, I understand. My eyes flicker over to Serre and Lurev again. They look so happy, so free. Their small jubilence makes me smile faintly, and I hope for better things for them in their future. May you be a free mare, little Serre. My heart desires for that more than anything. I would not condemn her to a life as mine. Perhaps, perhaps I can convince Storm to let her go, as soon as she is old enough. I'm not sure... And I don't know how much it would take, seeings as I have nothing at all to bargain with. Lurev whinnied happily at the positive return of affection, and began to rear playfully with his father. When Serre dashed behind him quickly, though, he turned on his back hooves and began to nuzzle her gently. His movements were punctuated with small whickers and snorts. The little jet black colt lipped at the base of her mane comfortingly, eyeing his father through peripheral sight. My focus returns from the foals to watch as Storm goes about his business in the small room. I am at a loss for what he is doing, but say nothing. I begin to walk to the twins when suddenly everything slows. It feels like someone put the world into a bowl of gelatin, and was shaking it carefully. My steps seem like they are taking an infinity to complete, and the air feels like it is filled with an ocean of weight. My breathing feels laboured; heavy, like molasses. Shadows leap at the sides of my vision; I am greatly confused. With one more step everyhing intensifies tenfold. Then, I am slipping, in slow motion, feeling my eyes flutter closed before I even start to fall. I try to whicker but no sound escapes. Then it becomes black.
word count 490 /character count 2,621 muse none [/blockquote][/size]
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Post by Racing on Jul 27, 2011 2:02:35 GMT -7
A hiss escaped his lips as he dashed forward, putting himself between her and the cold stone floor. As rain came down outside like Heaven's tears, the beast gently called shadow to them and swept her to her bed of warm, soft dirt once more. Storm grunted unhappily at this; he now must enforce rules upon his Unwanted. What sort of rules? Rules that she must eat and rest, and stay well hydrated before daring to get up again. The stallion narrowed his eyes at her malnourished self, wondering how long it would take before she would be well and whole again. Whole... Could she ever be whole, at least mentally? The beast hissed again, reprimanding himself for taking her happiness from her, for taking her chance at a mate and a normal 'light' life, with someone who loved her as dearly as did Storm himself. He spun and swept an invisible cloak about himself, stalking to his windows and angrily glaring out at the storming world. Oh, how the world lived to poke fun at him using his namesake. Well, his great-great-grandfather's namesake, as he was his 2-greats-grandfather's named-after. Fornever Ending remained silent, having forgotten his children at a time like this.
Serre, meanwhile, had responded to her brother's reassuring with a nuzzle; her sweetness surely did shine through, even when mildly frightened/worried. But with her mother's collapse and her father's disappearance, all her persona seemed drained from her. She stuck close to her sibling's off side, determined not to be separated from him. "Brother..." She whimpered, concerned for the wellbeing of those close to her. Unwanted's crumpled golden form struck fear into her tiny heart, but her father having just been here and now was gone? A truly terrifying prospect. Thunder rolled overhead, and the rain smashed into the ground with such force it repelled right back off it. Lightning raced, touching down not a mile off, God's touch upon the land in this storm of unholiness.
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Post by .cay on Jul 27, 2011 20:22:01 GMT -7
The heap of marigold coloured hide and bones in the corner of the room stood out like a sore thumb. I raise my eyebrows in shock as the black giant disappears in what seems to be the blink of an eye. Serre presses her small body close to mine and I whicker in assurance. We were fine here. He wasn't gone for long. Our mother was fine.
...Or was it all fine?
My belly growls visciously, and I jump slightly, spooked. My head whips back and forth comically before I realise it was my own stomach who was the culprit. I stare at it in confusion, then feel a huge pang of hunger. Hunge? I whinny fretfully, bobbing my head and turning circles around Serre. My mind starts to swirl in crazy thoughts. It seemed like we were alone in the dark, firey room.
Thunder crashed around us from outside, and with each clash my anxiety grew. I tried to whinny again for the stallion to return, increasing my pace around my twin. As I turn, my eye catches sight of a door on the opposite side of the room. Another boom made me jump, nerves already on end. Snorting, I nudge Serre and trot over to the opening, trying to figure out its mechanisms. Ears flat, I am frustrated.
Sister? My voice is thin and high in the darkness, penetrated only by the flickering orange firelight. I back up slightly, rear and press my forehooves against the thick wooden contraption. It does not budge. Black heels make a small click as I return to all fours. I try the process again, increasing my power each time. Finally, I feel it bend a little under the pressure, but I am weak and young, and make no dent. Snorting impatiently, I drop again and begin small paces by the obstruction. Ebonite harks pin like glue to a newly formed cranium. We're trapped.
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Post by Racing on Jul 27, 2011 21:06:41 GMT -7
Navy pools wide in fright, the female stuck to her sibling's side, not speaking another word. She remained next to him as he struck at the door, and tried to help by pushing at it with her runty shoulders. But as soon as Lurev started to pace, Serre was at his shoulder once more, determined to not lose him. Storm's ears flickered back and his invisibility wavered as he remembered his foals; then he whisked an ebony tail and watched the storm. It was a good relation to the demon, and while he felt he might be able to halt it or move it away, he also felt no such inclination. So he reveled in the darkness, in the crackle of lightning and the roiling clouds, the bone-shaking thunder... It was his element, and he was stubborn about it. He would allow no one to touch his storms, as they were a part of his calling and nothing less. His calling both in name and career. Career in that it was often thunderstorms that drove mares to the open arms of the forcers, and name was just plain obvious. Fornever Ending turned and snorted, pacing the room in giant circles before loosing his hold on the cloak and letting it fall. Flames leapt from his blood and clung to his hooves, creating little rings of fire that circled and made his legs all the more dangerous. The Thoroughbred grunted and looked at his foals, before allowing the flames to die out. "Lurev, Serre. Come here." The stallion murmured, voice soft once more. "I am sorry to have frightened you. You must learn, though, the world can be a scary place. Not always will there be someone to protect or save you. Learn this, and grow strong. Be your own, and fight for yourself. Protect those you deem yours, however, under all costs. Save those weaker than you. Family is an important sense, littlies. Do not forget this." Words of wisdom imparted, the tall shadow looked fondly down upon his offspring.
Deserted Under Fire gazed at her brother, and then her father. He looked scary with his legs on fire. She shrank close to him, but ventured out when the fire diminished. When the dark one looked their way and called their names, she instantly went to him, winding her way under his belly to look out between his forelegs at her brother. She wanted him to come join her but wouldn't force him or beckon to him. She nuzzled one of Storm's legs, blinking innocent navy optics at his minor speech. Then she looked at Lurev again and softly whinnied at him. Now, Storm didn't know if his children were old enough to understand his lyrics, but he didn't care. He felt like his words would one day come back to help them, and hence refused to retract them. He stood there with his daughter snuggling with him, and looked at his son calmly.
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Post by .cay on Jul 29, 2011 21:39:19 GMT -7
I wake up dimly in the middle of Storm's small speech to our young. "Protect those you deem yours, however, under all costs. Save those weaker than you. Family is an important sense, littlies. Do not forget this." [/b] Blinking tepid azure eyes in confusion, I am unable to grasp the enormity of his words. Family...? Did he...?[/color] Grunting slightly, I heave my wrecked body to pale gold hooves. I try once to call his name, but manage only the ghost of a whisper. My throat feels raw and sore. Wobbling, I manage to lurch forward. "Storm," I whisper. They were his offspring, if anything just DNA, not family. My mind spins wildly. "You don't... You don't mean it? Family?" My gaze darts speedily to our foals and after gaining the knowledge of their safety, I let my soft stare fix the forcer who was more than once more charming to me than any wonting suitor. Suddenly, I find I can't hold his gaze any longer and drop my eyes to the ground, blinking down my long lashes in awe. If not me, then these children were safe from many dangers that only a Lead Forcer could detonate. That alone fills me with an insatiable warmth. A flash of sunkissed bronze flashes from the corner of my eye. However, I cannot tear my gaze from my father. He stands before me, gazing at me as Serre weaves her way between his legs, peering out at me too. Suddenly, mother speaks, eyes only for the dark stally in front of me. Something in both his words, and the words that my dam has just spoken, sends a chill throughout my spine. It seems... I shake my head wildly, adverting from the looks of all three other blood relatives. Something was wrong with this.Crystal eyes flash as I snap my gaze back to Storm. "'Save those weaker,'" I echo, my young voice tearing at the void in the air like a knife. My gaze turns surrpetitiously to my mother, her bony, gaunt frame. "Weaker, Father?" I did not mean for it to come out as anything but a question. The accusatory lilt was completely unintentional. Something was wrong here. Something is wrong here.But what?
word count 393 / character coun 2,132 muse raised by wolves par falling in reverse [/blockquote][/size]
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Post by Racing on Jul 29, 2011 23:45:41 GMT -7
Storm looked at Unwanted, caught by surprise. He breathed out, exhaling heavily before responding to his son, first. "Yes, Lurev. Your mother is weaker than I. At this point. I made a mistake, and for that she paid dearly. I will remedy that. As should you. You should, as a stallion, protect mares. But never let them be stronger, for that will be your downfall." Of course, the demon's words rang true to him, because his version of protect was indeed to force and take them under his wing. He looked at Unwanted, and nodded. It was not a nod to be taken as a yes or a no; it was simple acknowledgement. The beast looked down at Serre as she nuzzled up against him; she wouldn't leave him unless her brother called for her. He glanced between Lurev and Unwanted, ears flicking back and forth.
Serre's thoughts churned as she tried to make sense of her family's words, but one thing was clear: She was a female. So she spoke, little voice clear but puzzled. "Daddy? I'm gonna be a mare, right? So, I'm gonna be protected? By a strong stallion like you?" The stallion's eyes hardened, and he muttered, "No. Serre, my little girl, you will not be protected by a stallion like me. Find a stallion that you like, and that is good to you. He may protect you, but you should always keep your strength up. Protect yourself if you can." Storm was aware or how conflicting his words were, but they were to two different genders, hence two completely different worlds.
Serre turned her head to the side and leaned her shoulder against her father's foreleg, the tips of her ears brushing against his underbelly. She turned navy pools to her mother, and then her brother, and then her father. She felt safe with them. Safety is a thing that is constant in childhood, and if you take one's safety away they grow up faster. If one took this littlie's safety, she would just cling to something else. Oddly fragile for a forcer's child, wasn't she...
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Post by .cay on Jul 30, 2011 0:39:00 GMT -7
I nod slowly, taking in his unintentionally hypocritical words. I know he wasn't saying them to lie to us; it was just a different circumstance. Yes, I did understand. At this moment, however, the words he said to Serre, my little twin, are what ring through my brain like leeches I can't get off. "Find a stallion that you like, and that is good to you. He may protect you," ... Crystalline gazers slide slightly out of focus. "You should, as a stallion, protect mares." [/b] For a wild and crazy moment, I see myself in this position for Deserted Under Fire, but a natural law seems to swat this out of my head almost as soon as it enters.[/color] Then, as the storm outside slowly dissipates, I begin to know what I must do. It surely is not Mother, and it is not Serre, and cannot be Father. But... Outside the window that Father seems to love, there seems to be a vast openness, that will hold the answer. Snorting, I stand as tall as I can for such a young buck. Behind my portals gleams a determined spark. "Father, I understand what you say. If, however, I do not aim to be a stallion of your requirements?" My legs shake slightly with the weight of the words I am speaking. I hardly understand them, but I know what I must now do. And to do that, there are words I have to say. I'm sorry if this hurts you in any way, Father... Mother... And Serre. I move closer to all three, crania held high."I will protect mares like you say, Father. I will be the stallion that is good and protects, like the one set you seek for Serre. But she is not here; and so I must also not be here. I will find her, and when I do, Father, Mother, I will return to you." With that, I sidle over to Unwanted, who looks shocked beyond words. I twine about her small but warm body, lipping at her knees and whickering as lovingly as I could. I travel over to Serre and twine myself around her frame, whisper that I love her and I will be back to protect her, too, and nuzzle her midnight bottle with my own. Finally, Storm. To my father, I back up a few paces. I look up at him carefully and tip my head. Then I whicker as warmly as I can, unable to refrain myself I dash forward and rear up to give him a quick nuzzle on his montrously large bottle.Then, I make my exit, stage left. The door proves easy to unlock with the help of a small handle. My little hooves make no sound on the stone floor as I fly through them, seeking out my future. And I will return. I am sure of that. I will return, Father. You will be proud, and you too Mother. I will protect her.
word count 511 / character count 2,607 muse with arms wide open par creed [/blockquote][/size]
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