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 Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 9:11 pm
Ezriel needed time to breathe- time to himself as his mind and emotions were so conflicted at the moment as he found himself alone. It was that one time, that one damn time he let his anger, his desires get the better of him that he seduced an innocent mare by lust and raw feelings after his beloved had been won over by his very father. In his blind emotions and actions Eponine had become pregnant and this left the stallion panged, furious and racked with sorrow. He didn't want foals- never had he intended of having foals with the mare but after she had broke the news to him tension grew and he found himself at a distance with her. Though after experiencing his own father keeping away from he and his siblings, Ezriel seemed to taste that similar bitter and foul realization. He tried to be there though but everytime he was watching over the baskets he simply stared at them with those void-less orbs that seemed to glaze with tears as the all too common emotion of frustration and anger tied with guilt and sorrow.
And now the stallion found himself with one of the baskets, staring out towards the cliffsides where he had often stood alongside with Nimue as the two watched the waves roll inwards and the roar of the surf as it crashed at the rocky bottom and along the shore below. The large, pale stallion stood there with his spiked tail curled around the basket in a delicate manner, a lack of expression upon his face as the brisk evening breeze caressed against his face and kissed at his cheeks.
Sorrow weighed upon his shoulders as guilt seemed much like a boulder pitted in the bottom of his stomach; frustration chided him and his anger seemed to n** at his heels constantly as the stallion was left without rest. Was it too late? Was it too late to apologize? No. He never meant this to happen! There had to be time enough for him- he couldn't be out of time to try to make things right.
F@#@! Why was this so hard? All of these thoughts continued to clutter his mind which caused his jowls to grind together and a terrible grumble rise from his chest.
His crimson brows knitted as his body tensed as the chilling breeze seemed to mock him with another kiss upon his cheek and a caressing sensation down his neck and lower. Ezriel snorted as a wreath of fog emitted from his nostrils. How was he to hide this? Somehow he couldn't let Nimue know. But such a deed seemed easier said than done and how was one to hide a basket from the prying eyes of the world? It was impossible! Somehow she'd find out- Nimue wasn't stupid. The mare might be damn out of her rocker and her mind but she could still piece things together and make sense.
Even though at times her mind seemed empty Ezriel was certain that she was capable at times to be able to think clearly and process more deeply than others in matters of all seriousness.
He feared that if he was to find her that he would have to brace for the worst.
For now he slid the basket into the brush as he stood alone and forlon at the cliffs edge silently pleading with whatever fates and spirits that somehow this would play in his favor. The wind taunted and caused the brush around him to chuckle darkly with the sounds of rustling brush, fragile leaves and the howls of the surf below.
Ezriel frowned and closed his eyes.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 10:45 pm
Nimue was on top of the world! Well...not really; she'd been banished from there!
Fluttering over the treetops as the chilled night air whipped through her long luscious locks she couldn't wait to find Ezriel to tell him the news! After speaking with his father, Gabriel she had unlocked some key memories that she was positive that he'd like to hear. Afterall, they were meant to be! Oh how she adored him so and he her...it was perfect. Even without her heart she felt that maybe Ezriel's was big enough for them to share....as long as she had him who needed and heart? The feelings were there and she could actually understand...it was perfect!
Swooping down from the stars, she was amazed to find the familiar white figure sitting at her favorite spot...the cliff sides where they'd been just a few days prior. "EZREIL!" She bellowed in her chime like vocals, her speed picking up as she dove like an eagle down; spreading her wings to make a cushion of air before landing silently on the ground behind him. "Oh Ezriel I have been looking for you!" She said with complete accuracy, finding that things began to make a lot of more sense now that her memories were returning. Oh how pleased, or damntastic he'd be!
Trotting up...something quickly caught her attention which caused the mare to pause dead in her tracks. Was that....a basket? For a moment she thought it could have been a present, but the sinking feeling in her chest told her by how it was colored that there wasn't a present inside....but a foal. Nimue was a bit thankful for her newly acquired sanity....for it might have taken her longer to put two and two together and that a basket colored like ezriel could mean only one thing.
"Eh.....Ezriel......what's that doing there....Gabriel never told me of other siblings you had that were so...small...."
No.....no it couldn't be....they were not hers; so how could he have a basket! Nimue would have remembered having one!? With eyes wide, the mare took a step back...her head began to pound as she winced...oh how it hurt! Why was it hurting so badly..?
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 11:19 pm
His stare focused out towards the sea, staring at the sky and its forlorn stars that dotted the skies with few numbers and radiance. The evening was dark and seemed almost darker than usual as shadows seemed to loom about and little light seemed to rain down from the heavens above. Somehow he found it peaceful as he was surrounded with silence and solitude and-
All silence was abruptly shattered as a familiar voice erupted from the skies, those chiming vocals causing a stir as his eyes suddenly shot upwards. For there the anguni known as Nimue soared within the skies with a sleek dive towards the ground as she craftily managed to land silently behind him. Ezriel continued to face the sea, not wanting to turn around. He hadn't even said a word and already he felt as if he couldn't move or his tongue couldn't even be willed to help utter one word. His eyes attempted to glance to where his secret hid but he couldn't let them- the stallion tensed as he kept his back to her abiding in silence as he could hear her hooves clop against the ground and, as he listened, suddenly stop.
He didn't have to question her on why she stopped or what had distracted her. Ezriel damn well knew it. It was that goddamn burden, that mistake and that thing that he had created with an innocent mare. A living, breathing creature forged out of darkened desires, frustration and anger.
For a moment he continued to stand there, he could feel his chest tighten and his posture stiffen. Even his legs began to tremble as he ground his jowls together but finding it impossible to barracade the many emotions that tormented him inside and falling oblivious to the mention of his own father as he stared out towards the abyss of nothingness.
"It-It is my damn mistake, my own damn fault," he seethed from behind clenched jowls. "Gabriel would have never told you that I-"
He stopped. Intaking a sharp breath as he grumbled slightly, eyes narrowing as he absent mindedly drove a cloven hoof into the ground. She had no idea that he knew and he was certain that she hadn't had a clue in hell of what he had been through or the brawl that erupted between he and his father. Ezriel wanted to yell- he wanted to scream! Even still the scars from his own father's attacks still showed against his pale, white hide and he was certain that she would still remain clueless on the ordeal. Reaper wouldn't have told her- no, that would have hurt her.
Slowly the stallion pivoted around, watching as Nimue stepped back and winced. Even now he could feel his own heart panged once again.
"I'm sorry, Nimue. It wasn't suppose to be like this...."
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2007 4:04 am
Ba-bum. Ba-bum Ba-bum. The sounds of her increasing heartbeat rang painfully loud in her ears that she almost could not recognize the sounds of the waves from the gentle whistle of the wind. Her whole world was starting to crack and crumble once more before the glue could set, it seemed all the progress she'd made was dwindling fast. A mistake? How could he say that...that thing was a mistake? It was a damn living foal from his own flesh and blood and obviously someone else from her own as well. Was this all a damned lie? Perhaps Nimue really was the fool for believing the gods would even let her have a moment of happiness in her life; they were merely lifting her up to let the fall be that more devastatingly steep.
Her eyes dissapeared behind her mask as all that was left to view was the shadows cast from the bone; there would be no sapphire sparkle tonight as even the mare could tell her eyes were as beautiful as a muddy puddle. His wince seized her heart in a vice, she wished not for him to hurt; yet a part of her wanted him to feel the pain inflicted on her by his little 'mistake'.
"M....Mistake?" The mare breathed, her voice no longer holding that angelic tone; nearly cracking under the strain of her boiling emotions. "Ezriel.....Ezriel said we were to be together....forever. Was....that all a lie? Or....." She took another step back, shaking her head vigorously as if to try and rid her mind of all voices. The motion didn't help in the slightest as it only messed up her locks to hang out of place about her face, her wings curling and hugging her body for comfort as her skin began to tingle and shudder. "Is that what he says to all the mares..."
"I try to keep warm but i just grow colder...I feel like i'm slipping away.." Nimue took a breath and closed her eyes tightly in its dark veil, as the tears began to well and drip onto the mask only to slide against the cold bone surface. "My whole world is the pain inside me....I wonder why god lets me walk through this place..." Inside the mind of the morbid looking mare, she began to feel the voices rise and send her thoughts into an array of chaos...it was so very hard to decipher and actually think of something to say so she often spoke of the first thing that came to her lips.
"Gabriel has helped Nimue......Nimue has memories! I was....I was.....here.....OOOHH!" She bitterly growled, stomping her hoof as she so desperately tried to recall...only to be confronted with fuzzy pictures. "Gabriel is much like Nimue....birds of a feather, heaven! Downcasted souls....forsaken...." Oh no oh no oh no! Why was this all happening again??
The basket.
Thats why all this was happening.
It was that god damned basket's fault! Kill it. Once menacing voice spoke, as Nimue's head suddenly hung limply; a psychotic smile slowly stretching on her ivory lips. Kill it and Ezriel will be Nimue's. He won't need to be sorry for something thats dead. Oh yes. It was brilliantly simple even she could comprehend it.
Snapping her head up as the sapphire reappeared in the shadow to glimmer in a heartless ice blue, her wings spred as she galloped swiftly thanks to aid by her wings past the stallion and to the basket. "Die." She hissed angrily, her vocals dripping with the most acidic tone as she thrust her onyx horn through the wicker. Tossing her head back and rising to her hind legs, Nimue thrust her frontal legs back to the ground and pulled her head back down swiftly to send the basket and its cargo soaring down into the sea. With a smirk of victory, her tail flicked idolly as she watched the lid fly off the basket and the little foal inside fall out.
Oh god. What had she done?
An instant flash of that handsome ebony stallion popped up clear and crisp in her mind as she let him fall into the same chilly depths. She'd killed him, she'd let him die because she loved him.....was she willing to let this innocent foal die because she was in love with his father? No....Nimue would not be branded again by her mistake!
"NO!" She screamed, her wings flaring as she practically threw herself off the cliff, thrusting her weight and flapping her wings to propell herself towards the colt and by pure luck or grace of the gods she managed to snag the poor little creature by the skin on its back neck before it hit the rocks and cashing waves below. Closing her eyes in a moment of relief, she winced when the basket crashed against the sharp rocks and get carried off in the tide before flying back up to the cliffside. Upon landing, she took a step to Ezriel and set the foal gently as his feel before backing away as if in fear....all the way to the edge of the cliff.
Looking down to the waters below before trailing her gaze up to the heavens, the mare bit her lip as her legs began to quake. "Couldn’t save you from the start...Love you so it hurts my soul, can you forgive me for trying again?" Nimue sung sorrowfully, hoping maybe he would hear her song from wherever he was now. "You gave up the fight, you left me behind...all that stands forgiven. I’ve been so lost since you’ve gone, why not me before you? Why did fate deceive me? Everything turned out so wrong...why did you leave me in silence?"
Tearing her gaze from the skies, it fell on Ezriel and his foal...he would be happy. Ezriel was a kind soul and having this foal would help subside his inner demons like the mare he sired them with did. He would find peace in a normal family...not like if he stayed with her. Nimue knew what would have to be done....for it was just like before. Nimue would have to let him go no matter what happened to her, for it was what was best.
"Watched the clouds drifting away, still the sun can’t warm my face. I know it was destined to go wrong, you were looking for the great escape;
to chase your demons away. For so long, I’ve tried to shield you from the world, you couldn’t face the freedom on your own. Here I am..Left in silence. Sweet darling you worry too much, see the sadness in your eyes. You are not alone in life...although you might think that you are."
Nimue couldn't take it, as she broke down when her legs gave out underneith her. Her chest heaved lightly with quiet sobs, she couldn't look at him....it would just make it all so much worse.
"Never thought...this day would come so soon. Is this our farewell...?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2007 11:44 am
She didn't know. Nimue had not a clue in hell of what he'd been through as she only could see the basket as the result from the mess he had been ensnared in. Ezriel was starting to believe that this was a damn good joke set up by those fates and gods. Those bastards! He didn't know what to think and that fury inside of him began ravenously consuming him as he stood there with a stiffened posture while his teeth began grinding together and an idle hoof pawing at the ground. Those feelings, no- everything was a lie.
It seemed that the very thing he once wanted he could not obtain all due in part by his father who had lured her to him leaving the young stallion alone and forsaken to pent up emotions, desires and into the clutches of his inner demon- the very thing he had once tamed was now let loose.
His void-less orbs gave a hard stare, narrowing at the mare as he breathed heavily, his anger boiling his blood as his tail swept maliciously behind him. "It was a damn mistake!" The stallion yelled, jawsl clenching as he stomped at the ground, lowering his head slightly. "I believed everything I told you, every damn litle thing! It wasn't a ******** lie- I meant everything! EVERYTHING!" He took a step forwards, teeth bared as he seethed.
"You're the one I have ever trusted..."
Inside his head he could hear his demons howling, scratching and gnashing at the surface of his mind and pleading to be let loose. That darkness, that enveloping darkness which had cursed his own father was seeking to be let free. His already tormented soul seemed to scream inside of him while the fleshy, pink scars from the encounter with his father seemed to be pained by some mysterous and unknown, unseen invalid. Ezriel winced with a flare of his nostrils.
How did this all go wrong? It wasn't suppose to be like this. His heart felt severed and he stood there, eyes narrowed towards her watching as she began galloping closer.
Oh s**t.
In an instant as the mare past him by, Ezriel realized what she was after and, in haste, Ezriel pivoted about as she thrusted her horn through the wicker basket. Suddenly Ezriel felt his stomach knot and his eyes widen- that realization that he had lost his own flesh and blood caused him to grit his teeth as he could feel the anger and fury begin to poison his mind. But the worst was yet to come and no time was left to react as the mare tossed her head back and rose up to her hind legs, throwing the basket and its precious cargo down into the sea, just as the little sleeping colt fell out and was falling.
"RUE!" Ezriel yelled, screaming at the top of his lungs as it seemed that even before he was to hit the water the mare wanted to make sure he was dead. But somehow the fates were kind and the stallion stood there, watching as Nimue snagged the foal from out of the air. The stallion stood there speechless, not knowing what to say as the mare set his still sleeping colt at his feet and backed away. Anger still tainted his thoughts and he continued to stand there with his tail lashing behind him.
She didn't understand- she didn't know his pain or the misery that it brought. Happiness? He knew not of what it was or at least not anymore. Everything that he loved or once loved was taken from him and the only thing spared was his own son, Rue. He shook his head, her songs penetraiting his ears as he grimmaced to himself and closed his eyes.
For too long he had carried around his own misery, his burden and his own sin of seducing an innocent mare by means of his own desire and anger and now his anger and lack of control was causing him to need to clear up her misconception as she laid there, sobbing and collapsed upon the ground.
he ears of the stallion swayed back as he seemed to snarl. "Helped you? Reaper may have helped you- he may have related to how you both got casted out of heaven for the damn sins you committed but did he tell you the whole damn story? No!" Ezriel spat acidly, again stomping his hoof as he narrowed his eyes dangerously at the one whom he once thought he loved. Now he wasn't quite sure. "You don't have a ******** clue of what happened so let me take the time to educate you. When I was trying to find you Reaper had already met you and came to me personally to ask to step the ******** down so he could have you for himself. God knows why I refused so what did he do? Oh- that's right. He nearly beat the living s**t out of me and killed me!" He snapped his jaws and grimmaced, his posture taunt and ridged as he took a step closer. "The winner of the fight had rights to claim his prize and do you know who won? Oh- well isn't that a damn, silly question. Of course you should know- Reaper won."
He didn't give her a chance to speak as he continued. "After losing you and being unable to come near you I fled elsewhere knowing that if I saw you I'd have hell to pay and couldn't be near you. So what happened to me? I wanted to be with you so damn bad but loneliness found itself into my heart along with ******** anger and malice that I fell into a situation where I gave into a mare and ended up being the father of two foals!"
His breathing continued to fall heavy as he shook his head, momentarily glancing down at the small colt at his feet. "It was my damn mistake- something I could have controlled but when you lose your ******** heart and your mind after realizing that you lost and cannot see someone that you once loved so much you give in to anything just to try to make the damn pain inside go away."
Rue shifted at his fathers feet as he continued to sleep, ears flicking as he mumbled various quiet things that didn't make any sense. His crimson mane whisped about with the cold breeze as his tail swayed once, then twice behind him.
Ezriel snorted, nearly glaring at the mare.
"He was hiding it all along. Gabriel would have never told you- its best you know the damn truth."
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 5:53 pm
He meant everything? Could she believe him? Before she would follow his every word and command...but now....how could she possibly do so now when he'd gone behind all of his words and had foals with a mare? She hadn't been gone for long? Although she had spent time with Reaper and the shadow Anju....if she turned her back would he just run off again? Ohhhh, these thoughts in her head were anguishing her each moment that passed....she love him....but did he really love her?
But what was this....Nimue looked up shocked and horribly confused...he was yelling at her? He was! Never once had Ezriel even raised his voice at the mare, but now he seemed so angry; like he'd forgotten everything they had between him for that foal. Her mind wandered for a moment of what the mother could possibly look like; but all he could see was Ezriel in this foal.
She wished momentarily that it was hers....the white, red, black....it could have been hers.
For once she was able to listen to every little word that he said...Gabriel wanted her....all for himself? They did speak of Ezriel; but when he said he had things to do when she was so sleepy she couldn't fathom it was to hunt Ezriel down? He was his father....he wouldn't do something like that! No....Gabriel was too kind for that, and it seemed she was horribly wrong about Ezriel.
Very. Very wrong.
The sobbing slowly subsideded, but something dangerous began to bubble in her plethora of emotions. Anger.....sheer loathing began to seep into her veins and pound her heart faster and faster. Her eyes iced over in a radiant blue...how dare he speak like that to Gabriel...he may have been his son but he had no ******** clue of what they went through. He never would; he would never need to experience the ultimate pain of rebirth; to live two lives filled with nothing but sorrow. Here he thought his own damned life was bad; he should try living two and then bitching at her about pain and suffrage.
"Shut up.....Shut up!!!" She screached, snorting out as her wings flared. "Dont you dare speak about him like that, he's a good stallion....Ezriel is just trying to make himself look good by making poor Gabriel look worse! Nimue sees, oh she sees how its going. Filthy mouth! No Excuse!" She screamed, tossing her head back in a furious state; her emotions clearly on overdrive.
Yet it was what he said secondly that just made her lose it.
Storming forth the mare reared back and brough her horn down upon his face, unsure if it would hit or not as she screamed in a such a pitch it nearly made her own ears bleed at the velocity and pitch. "Nimue lost her ******** heart a long time ago, and Nimues mind. She never fell into the temptation to be with Gabriel; for she....for I ******** loved you! Nimue spoke so fondly of you and what does he to do her? He does that...." She shot a glare down to the colt; but did not let her temptation to harm it influence her this time. Her anger was towards Ezriel...not this Rue thing.
"Nimue can see the truth.....Ezriel doesn't give a damn anymore. I was stupid to ever think that you would help Nimue re-unite with her heart...because when she did; you know.....she was going to give it to you!" She bit her lip and looked away, feeling the anger dissipate and the sorrow return once more.
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 9:33 pm
Damn the fates, damn the gods for his luck! There was a sickly churn in his stomach that she wouldn't understand or know a damn thing so why the hell was he still fighting with her? He loved her! But obviously the mare couldn't comprehend nor fully understand. Oh yes- she might have been cast out of Heaven along with his own father and lost her ******** heart but that didn't mean that she wasn't hurting him and condeming him for something that he already, and still, continuously condemned himself for. His chest seemed to tighen as he looked at her face only if to imagining her questioning his devotion and love.
He was begining to question his own sanity of why he ever fell for her.
The slumbering colt awoke from all of the yelling as his ears flickered, and those void-less orbs seeping open as he glanced around. At first he looked upwards towards Ezriel, a familiar figure whose voice he well recognized since he had been safe and cozy within his basket and he-
Wait.
Where was his basket? And why was he on the ground?
Rue shook his head, a lopsided smile as he staggered up to his hooves. His small, crimson tail swayed with great zest behind him as he stumbled to the side and backwards into the bushes. A small squeal escaped from his maw as he found himself engulfed within the cushioned brush but he snapped his jaws playfully at the branches and tried to pull his way out as flailing hooves and legs seemed to peek out from a sea of leafy greens. The small colt nickered and exhaled through his nostrils, again struggling to free himself and, with luck, tumbled backwards and out the other side of the brush and away from the loud, very loud voices of father and-
Mother?
Yes.
It must be mother!
She was colored like daddy and even himself!
Rue was out of sight and out of mind at the moment as Nimue screached, flaring her wings. The stallion instantly grinded his teeth and pawed at the ground, lowering his head defensively. His heart was becoming consumed and the inner demons howled, oh how the howled, and pleaded to be let loose! Although the mare could fly a swipe or two with his own tail could solve that damn problem and leave her grounded like a weakened fledgeling fallen from its nest, abandoned by its own mother and the world. Ezriel bared his teeth- he wasn't getting through to her and she had no idea, no ******** idea.
"A good stallion?" He scoffed, shaking his head as his crimson mane waivered within a light passing breeze. "You know nothing- you don't know ******** anything." Her next remark made his tail lash out, sweeping a withered nearby tree as his spikes severed through its trunk and caused it to topple over. "Poor, poor Gabriel. Yes, oh god yes, I'm trying to make myself look so damn better compared to a stallion who killed his own father, tormented his children and nearly killed his own son! Looks like I'll have to sink to his level to get a look."
It was when she charged that he tensed and nothing but anger and hatred poisioned his mind. As she charged forwards he watched her, he didn't have wings to propel him upwards and he was a step late as she horn crashed down across his eyes causing him to kick outwards and thrash his head about unknowingly if he had struck against air or flesh. The pain was intense, burning in agony as crimson seemed from the deep gash.
"YOU DAMN b***h!" He cursed, yelling as loud as he could.
Again he kicked blindly until he could free himself but didn't listen to her talk as his right eye became cloudy with crimson. He seeted in anger, glaring at her as the blood trailed down into his maw as Ezriel bared his teeth. "Hmph- 'loved' was the key word in your description," he growled.
As she continued talking he didn't respond and stood there, muscles tense and taunt as he stared at her. But her last few words made him chuckle rather darkly and spit towards her.
"If I didn't give a damn I wouldn't have fought and nearly died for your ******** sake. Apparently that doesn't mean anything to you- then just damn-tastic! So be it! I was stupid, no- so ******** up to think that I found happiness- no...I found a b***h who sides with my father." He shook his head, in disbelief and he snorted.
"It seems that you've already given it away to my father," he retorted as he exhaled through his nostrils. "The last thing I want to do is fight for you and nearly die again- so have your ******** happy ending! Be with Reaper! Just stay the ******** away from me so that Reaper won't come near me or my son. I swear to the fates and gods that if you are the cause of me losing my son or having Reaper come after me I will have no mercy in killing you," he hissed.
Love. He was foolish! Stupid and never should have believed that he could have ever had a 'happy ending'. Jealousy, anger, malice and hatred clouded his vision just as the blood did. As the pain stung, Ezriel turned away from the mare with having nothing to do with her anylonger nor wanting her near him or his son, Rue. Nimue was a damn fool! With a lack of an ability to comprehend things and be 'normal' Ezriel didn't want to spend any more damn time searching for her heart or wherever the hell it was. It was pointless and it seems that his father had already won and found it before he could ever had made progress.
Let Reaper deal with the unstable, insane and dillusional mare!
He wanted no more.
Glancing towards the brush, Ezriel spotted his son and drew closer, nipping at his mane. "Come on Rue- we're going," he focefully spoke though low and rather soft.
Stumbling from out behind the brush, the young colt couldn't help but stare towards the mare. He was confused- why were they leaving her? Those tiny void-less orbs of black narrowed towards Nimue as he glanced upwards towards his father and wrapped his maw around some of his fathers mane and tugged.
"Rue dun wanna leave momma...."
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 5:24 pm
Kill him! He forsake Nimue....kill him, the gods will understand. He is nothing to them; you will do them nothing like a favor. Her mind screamed at her, voices deafening her to the outside world. Look what you've done! You're a monster! No wonder you're down here! No....no it couldn't be. He's leaving, Nimue he's leaving and he's not coming back! Do something or else that's it!! No! No she didn't want that! Nimue's a little teapot, short and stought! 8D .....NO!
Rearing back with a cry as his horn tore and indented the bone protecting her face . Nimue was for once greatful for the cursed mask, her eyes wide with confusion..why would he strike her? Wait....when did he get that wound on his eye!?
What was going on?
"I am not a bi....b***h!" Nimue yelled back, she didn't appreciate that he had called her such and definately could call him a few nasty words in return if she didn't notice the foal wake up from his slumber. Looking curiously, the little thing did infact look just like them.....he could have passed off as hers without any problem....yet as the pair began to walk away; her world crumbled and fell in a heap of dust.
He...Rue. Rue called her momma.
Oh gods....why.....why was this happening?
There was no happy ending in her horizon, Nimue could see the truth now. Just like before things were starting to fade into sand and drift away in the breeze. Her memories dissipating from view as like before....she would be left with nothing; a blank slate which was worse than death itself. Everything from her time of waking would be lost, a pain harbored yet unknown...slowly cutting at one's very being and the worst part was she wouldn't have a damned clue why! Perhaps she would run into Reaper, Gabriel again....yet as everything began to blurr she didn't even know if she'd even recognize him.
"Its too late to apologize....its too late...."
This mask....this ******** god damned mask! It was the only thing keeping her from being able to remember this pain...even if it would be a different pain...any pain was a welcome change from the ignorant bliss she would experience after. Narrowing her eyes she let out a sharp cry, going for the nearest rock and bashing the mask against it....trying desperately to break it. To no avail, the mare positioned her hoof against the edge of the mask and began to pull her face back up. It took a few tries, but the mare was rewarded when the mark came loose of the horn and efficiently ripped off from her face followed by the most blood curling painful scream her lips had ever been blessed with. Looking down with vision ascured by pain; she could see the scabbing run through the entire inside of the bone mask; fresh blood dripping off her face onto the ground surrounding it.
This was her fate.
A face that no one could love; as it was mutated by a flesh eating disease, an ultimate curse to rid one's self of beauty. It had been stopped; as layers of dead muscle glimmer with the fresh blood that had once been sealed by clotting against the mask. Part of her nose was completely gone; the bone sticking partly out as tears streamed painfully onto the open wounds. The wind helped little as it bit harshly against the tender underlaryers of exposed nerves and flesh; her body erupting in a shake at such pain that coursed through her body. Luckily, most of her lower jawline was free from this defect, the ivory pelt leaving the imagination to put together how beautiful she once was.
If Ezriel was to leave now with his son, Nimue knew it would be most likely that they would never meet again....for the fact he would never return to her nor would she ever remember him. If he was to vanish from her life...she at least wanted him to see what she really was...no masks; no tricks or insanity. Her final moments of peace were in fact the most agonizing before she would be tossed back into the oblivion of her own dying mind.
"This....this is who I am. I hide nothing now....I want you to see me, and remember as I am now. A mare unfit for this world and everyone it in....I am...glad you are leaving. For I can see now that after everything I've done....I have done wrong to you. No one should be punished in dealing with someone like me, for being with me is being against the gods....and you know; and can now see just what they're capable of." She smiled, which looked horribly morbid and scary....but she hoped that Ezriel would see she was trying.
"Its not worth anything....but I am sorry...i'd say it to my dying breath but the gods will not allow such a mercyful fate upon someone like I. Take your beautiful boy....teach him everything Ezriel; even if it does not seem like he will listen. Don't let him fall onto the wrong path...." She swallowed, cringing at the more tears which rolled onto her open wounds and disperesed amongst the blood.
"Rue..." She spoke, looking to the small colt. "Mommy has to leave...its for the best. But mommy will be back; but not like this, I wont look the same.....daddy will know what I will look like when I return; so listen to him okay? I will be a lot prettier, be good to me then okay?" Maybe then....Ezriel will make sure that he knows who his actual momma is. Turning around, the mare stumbled weakly to the edge of the cliff where she collapsed into herself; the pain near unbearable as the mask lay off to the side. She would not put it back on....no....not untill she woke up an felt the pain; after that...who knows...maybe she would be intelligent enough to put it back on to save her life?
Nimue hoped that would be the case, but she knew better; a lot better. Yet, after it all...she could not bring herself to say goodbye to Ezriel....such pain was even too much for the mare to wish upon herself.
Somethings were just better left unsaid.
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 6:03 pm
With a heart that was severed so severely the stallion nearl felt it collapse within itself and fragments began to slowly break away. Much like fragile glass he could feel his unstable heart already breaking and slowly shattering as if his very ears could hear the crash of such fragile material fall piece by piece. As she spoke he only glanced over once, intaking her form with his souless and pure black orbs- yes, her true form unsheathed and revealed as the mask was removed.
It seemed grotesque, sickly and horrid as he noted the scabby flesh and renewed rawness as crimson seemed to dab at her face almost looking like spots until it began coursing down her face. There was bone, nerve, flesh, and slick muscles shown- almost as if she was not fit to live amongst the living in a sort of darkened way. He didn't care- Ezriel didin't give a damn that she was hiding her true looks. Even if she looked gruesome and disfigured he had onced loved her, loved her with such intensity and devotion that he was certain that the mare herself could never fully comprehend. She was trying, he ******** knew she was but he shook his head and glanced back towards the lone, forlorn trail that lead back into the forests which would eventually take him back to find his mother and Glamrock who could hopefully heal this nasty gash and spare his eye. No more- he wanted no more.
Turning his head away from her as his eyes narrowed out to the empty abyss of the ocean, Ezriel mumbled to himself. "You'll never know how much I loved you....but it's too late to apologize, it's too late."
Again as the mare continued talking, Ezriel stiffened slightly, his tears welting down from his eyes as he tried not to choke. As if searching for something to grasp onto, something he could clench as his forelegs began to tremble, the stallion dug his front, right hoof into the ground and gritted his jowls together, breathing heavily through his teeth.
"I'm...sorry...." he spoke loudly just after Nimue did.
Somehow he was regretting everything while trying to make sense of it all. Why? Why! His head hung slightly as his crimson locks seemed to hide his head in a sea of red while hiding the tears that streamed from his eyes and the quivering of his body.
Ezriel closed his eyes tight, biting his lower lip as he nodded. Yes. He would teach Rue everything- the ball of zest, energy and exhilaration would learn his ways and to walk on the right path of life rather than fall victim to the very path which Ezriel seemed to walk a fine line between and occassionaly wander upon. The stallion would make sure that his son would be protected and that nothing would come between either father and son. He wanted to form a bond between them- he wanted to have that relationship which he lacked with his own father.
Ezriel wanted Rue to have a better life than he did.
As his name was addressed, Rue perked his ears upwards and came bounding over towards his 'mommy' as his small eyes were tearing up with small tears that trailed down his face. Instantly he buried his face into her leg, whimpering and biting his lower lip as it quivered while his whole body seemed to shake. Why- why were they leaving mommy? Little Rue had sensed the tension but couldn't quite make sense of it- being one who was a little slow and had a great sense of optimism and a love for that obscure, surreal and wonderful life that often embedded itself within his reasoning and view, he was confused.
"Rue dun wanna leave," he pleaded, trying to wrap himself around her leg. "Rue wanna stay hurr- hurr mommy with mommy!" He wept.
But as she promised that she would be back, he tilted his head, looking up towards her as he sniffled slightly and shook his head as he let the tears fly off of his face. That optimism rekindled as he nodded his head and that lopsided, widespread grin crept across his maw.
"Rue liiiiiiiisten, Rue good listener-er. Rue wants mommy to promise keep-....keep promise," he nodded fervently as he gace a slobberly yet affectionate kiss to her leg. "Rue knows mommy will be beautiful-er. Rue ..be good boi-oi." As he slowly turned away and began pracing back towards his awaiting father, Rue spotted something, something familiar.
What was it? It seemed....wait!
It belonged to mommy!
The little colt gasped as he tried to pick it up as best he could, somewhat dragging it along as he scooted his hooves across the ground. "MUUUUHMMMEEEEEEH!" He squealed as best he could as he dragged the very thing that was once over her face. Creeping closer as he dragged it towards her, he dropped it besides her as he had thought that she must be tired or taking a nap.
"Rue found sleepy mommys thing!" He announced, nuzzling against her and gave another slobbery kiss.
"Rue wait for mommy," he whispered. "Rue be good boi-oi."
Skipping and dancing back towards Ezriel, Rue watched as his father began to walk and began bolting towards him, nipping at his mane as the two walked side by side. Rue would wait and be a good boy. Yes- if he was good then he would get to see mommy again right?
He nodded his head and looked back.
"Rue love mommy- Rue wait. Rue good boooooi."
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