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 Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 10:26 pm
XXXXXXXXDay had come once more to the scenic land known for it’s tall trees and beautiful rose bushes. The bright sun, sparkling in the awakened sky, had already stretched as far as the tall mountains when a little foal stumbled out of the underbrush. Her golden eyes with just the slight tint of brown sprinkled upon them stared out at the dead land. Snow had come once more to the bountiful green fields. Like a monster of the old legends, powerful and cruel, the cold white beast swallowed up everything the little four-legged child could recall. The warm grass, the sweet-smelling roses, the juicy berries, and most of all every last bit of memory she had of her family. Nothing had had been left in the caverns of her mind. Just like the grass was covered by the snow, so were her memories. On one morning, when the first layer of snow coated the land that was the day she awoke with nothing in her head and nothing at her side. She was a lost foal, and without a family it would be a wonder if she lived through her first winter. Yet with each and every passing day, the little winged child strived to survive. Life was a gift, and that gift was all she had to keep her connected with her forgotten past. She wouldn’t-no couldn’t loose it now. Not when there was nothing and no one else to have or to hold. Slowly, like every other day the little one made her way out of her makeshift home amongst fallen trees and broken branches. Her stomach growled and begged to be fed as she trudged through the snow. Like a mouse or a rabbit, the filly stayed alert and kept herself as low as possible. The outside world was a dangerous place with beasts even scarier than the snow lurking around every corner. As she drew further out and into the open, her heart was thumping harder and harder against her small chest to the point that it had become painful. Yet she kept moving until the snap of a twig froze her in her spot, ears and head raised to match the pose of a deer. Who was it? What was it? The little filly didn’t know, nor did she wish to find out.
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 11:47 am
 The snow-covered landscape was a mystery to the gold and black clothed stallion that strode smoothly through it. He had only recently arrived in this particular part of the empire, having travailed down from the north. His winter coat was already thick and full, with a glossy shine that proved he was a stallion who could look after himself, even in the depths of the harsh winter. Of course, the velvet coat he wore helped to keep some of the sharp winter wind off his back and the mask protected his face from the biting cold.
Ears twitched where they poked through the holes in his hat, scanning the crystalline white world he was travailing through. He had heard that it once belonged to the royal family of another herd. One much like his own and renowned for the fabulous roses they used to grow. Their court had been the Flower Court, and each noble family had taken a flower as their symbol. But suddenly all stories of the Flower Court had faded away without rhyme or reason. Thus the one known as Don Juan in his homeland, had struck out and travailed south to the lands rumoured to be where the Court had existed in search of the answer.
Snow puffed up in little plumes with each solid step, three brown and one white, leaving a slowly vanishing line of prints behind, stretching back the way he had come. Pale cream tail flicked, nearly lost in the whiteness of the world. The stallion, for all of his pale cream and soft golden brown coat, stood out easily from the landscape, his attire of black coat and masked hat hard to miss even in a snow storm. After a while he arrived in the vicinity of the lone filly's hideout, though it was on knowingly. Pausing to stop and gaze round he pricked his ears curiously. Was this the place the vanished court had once been held?
The strangely clad stallion seemed to pause as the filly hid. The vibrant crimson gaze glancing over her as the masked head turned, seeming to study the area.
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 8:54 pm
Whether it was from the cold wind brushing past her spine, or the bright red eyes falling across her like a soaring vulture, either way the little foal suffered an onslaught of intense shivers. Her whole body shook as she stood staring with wide frightened eyes at the large creature. Her greatest fear that taunted her in her dreams had become a reality. An intruder in her frozen paradise, her home! What was she to do?
The little filly did not possess the reflexes that many her age would have honed by now. Instead of turning and running like her tail was on fire, she remained with hooves buried in the snow. For many the small cream colored child’s state would spark memories of a clumsy newborn; the way her long legs wobbled and her small body swayed.
A strangled mewl crawled its way out of her throat and passed through the air, beating back the wind to make the frightened child’s presence known. Perhaps Juan had not taken her into account, but boy she certainly had. Course she had the perfect reason to be scared stiff. After all, this was her home, the only place she could ever remember to call home and yet now there was an unknown creature in long swaying robes with a mask carved by mystical beings standing before her.
Even if she couldn’t remember who she was, or where she came from, the little filly could tell that she was never one for bravery. Her heart that had always twittered like a bird, was thumping like a raging monster against her chest as her eyes stayed locked on the creature. If she wasn’t so frightened to die, she’d be hurling herself at the beast to make her demise as fast and as painless as possible. But even if she wasn’t afraid of the bleak unknown, she couldn’t die now! Not when there was something in her past to unlock…
But if she was so brave to keep on living, why couldn’t she move? Why had her feet frozen to the ground and now, when she needed them the most, wouldn’t budge? Why was this happening? Why…Why..WHY?!
If this creature either born from the demon’s belly or the mystics songs had come to eat her or drag her away she wouldn’t let them. No! This place was hers! All her own! Her home, her memories, everything here was hers!
Yet when she was ready to mewl and shout at the monster. To kick and scream and defend her snow crested homeland no voice came to aid the small child. No shout; no enraged scream; nothing. All that spread from her trembling lips were broken whimpers and whines. She was afraid, lost, and without any idea of what to do now.
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 6:03 am
Pondering the question that had driven him on this, perhaps, foolish quest, the stallion didn't at first even notice the little filly, so wracked with fear that she appeared about ready to keel over in fright. It was only the faint mewling cries of terror, carried on the wind and nearly hidden under it, that finally caught his attention.
Turning back to where the sounds seemed to originate from, he studied the area intently, one brow raised behind his mask. There! A tiny shape almost lost against the shrubbery she hid behind. A foal, trembling like one of his young nephews when they played 'dare'. Yet somehow, he didn't think she was playing.. not alone as she clearly was when crimson gaze swept the area again and found no sign of her parents.
"Hmm..."
She hadn't fled yet.. maybe she was injured? Foals usually ran when frightened. Concern welled up within him at the thought and turning he broke the smooth line of his tracks to set off at an oblique angle, headed directly towards the young filly. Yet he stopped some feet from her, long curly tail flicking slowly as he watched her a moment. She looked ready for a heart attack, the way her eyes widened in fright and her limbs trembled so badly.. Wrinkling his muzzle he considered something a moment, then carefully folded his forlegs under him, plopping down onto the frozen snow. The chill was a shock to his tender belly but he was fluffy enough that he could ignore it for a short time. He kenw he was tall, even compared to the lowland stallions, and hoped that by lowering himself more to her level that she would calm a little. He was truly worried she would faint from fright.
"Hello there... " he tried, voice soft and calm. His natural smooth tones warm and friendly. "Are you alright, little one?" He asked, hopeful that she wouldn't now flee. He didn't much fancy chasing the filly through the unfamiliar mountainside.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 8:23 pm
Had she not been quiet enough? In order to keep herself hidden, Rosalia had refrained her lips from uttering teary pleas of sparing her life to this glittering creature. Yet now, as he turned to gaze in the direction her hooves were planted to, the little one realized that begging may have been the better road to take. At least she could have earned sympathy that way and her demise would be quick rather than drawn out.
Rosalia shuddered as the beast, large and golden, took graceful steps across the tall snow towards her. His gaze...red as her roses...she couldn't tear her golden eyes away from them. Locked on, she could only stand before him in pure horror. This was the end! This stallion, brilliant as the distant sun, would snuff her tiny light and take this dreary existence away. Those gloomy nightmares had at last tumbled and collided together, rolling and squishing themselves against the other, to create this awful final piece of her reality.
Good bye...
But even through the noise of her chattering teeth Rosalia could hear the stallion's deep voice. It was soothing and even tender. Just his voice, no words, muling over thoughts had drawn the frightened filly to perk her ears up with curiosity. Monsters didn't sound so serene. They were bloodthirsty monsters, that snarled, howled, growled, and roared. Not 'Hmm....'.
The young lass could have sworn that the golden one would come as close as he could to her. Yet instead he plopped himself down in the snow a few feet away. Exactly what he was doing she didn't know. But to see that at the moment he was harmless calmed her heart until of course he addressed her with real words this time.
Her body locked up in an attempt to keep her trembling legs from giving out as well as to shut her heart up in her chest and hold it there. From it's harsh pounding, the muscle felt ready to flee from the child's inner cave as it wracked against her bones.
It didn't help her any to hear that beautiful voice again upon the cold breeze. So majestic and enticing. Simply a gorgeous tone that caused her head to swell with delight. Like the tinkle of a bell and as pretty as her cherished roses Rosalia compared.
"A-Ah...W-Well....I-I-I....o-o-oh..a-ahum..." Rosalia moved herself from one side to the other as her long legs turned to jello. Words just wouldn't fall from her lips now. She had been reduced to a lumbering slop of tree sap. No matter how much she wanted to interact with this one, she just couldn't say a coherent thing at this moment. Perhaps her lips were frozen shut? Or she just forgot how to form words?
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Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2009 1:50 pm
Golden ears flickered this way and that, tracking the sounds in the forest around them even as his full attention rested on the young filly before him, one whom looked about ready to keel over in the snow. Surely no one could be that frightened looking and remain upright, and yet she did so. Trembling and gasping and shaking like a leaf caught in a blizzard. Her tenacity in the face of what was obviously absolute terror impressed him. Sure, her fears were unfounded, but to be able to remain up and aware when so stricken.. it was a true feat in itself.
Crimson gaze followed as she started to sway on the spot. Maybe she really was going to collapse this time!! Concerned he made himself stay where he was, long legs slowly growing cold in the frozen snow, belly damp as his body heat melted the crisp whiteness under him. He was fairly certain that if he got up, or made any kind of sudden move, the filly was truly going to keel over.
Trying again he smiled softly, offering her a reassuring look. "I won't hurt you... My name is Don Juan." His voice was pitched low and smooth, gentle in its tone and softly calming.
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 3:10 pm
The smile that graced his maw made the young filly's heart flutter like the wings frightened dove. Wide golden eyes stared into the pools of red, the color of grisly blood. One would expect nothing but hatred to sit in such a venomous color of eyes, but all the small child could find was the warmth of love. He had yet to lurch forward and rip her limb from limb. The stallion had restrained himself from tearing at her flesh until she was a mere pile of bones.
Instead, the muscular male hidden under the layers of majestic fabric without a moan or groan was submitting himself to the cold snow below. Rosie knew it was a very painful thing to do. The frozen sky tears burned at her skin whenever she had to lay in it, so it must have been doing the same to him....unless he truly was some otherworldly creature.
When she heard the voice, calm and reassuring, wash over her ears Rosalia shuddered from the rush of heat that spread upon her face.
"D-Don Juan?" She repeated with a high pitched squeak. What else was she to say though? Rosie didn't know what he wanted, so it would be best if she remained quiet and wait for him to continue.
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2009 8:19 am
Ahhh.. so she did have a voice! That was good. Her fear seemed to be slightly less manic also, though she still looked ready to faint dead on the spot. Giving a slow nod at her words, so as not to scare her further, he smiled gently.
"Yes, that’s me. Do you have a name, little one? I am surprised to find you out here. Are you lost?" He kept his voice pitched low and warm, forcing his body to stay still despite the slowly creeping cold chilling his legs. Even his tail remained still, slowly gathering a coating of fine snowdust as it lay curled over the whiteness.
The only movement was the slow, regular, deep breathing of the male that streamed from his nostrils in white puffs of vapour, and made his chest raise and fall faintly.
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2009 8:28 pm
The barricade of fear the child's heart and soul hid behind weakened when that warm smile stood outside it's stone slabs. The winged lass shook and trembled under the heat that other emitted from just his gentle nature. Her mind was fuzzy with questions and confusion when he asked the question in that alluring tone.
For a moment the honey suckle colored eyes gazed back at him in dumbfound amazement. A name....did she have one? A name....the haze returned and just like that she was lost within it. What was she to do? She possessed no name, no identification. Was she even real? Or just a lucid thought set adrift in the air and to land here. Lost. Yes...the youth knew she was lost. This place did not allow her soul any rest.
"I....I...." She choked as her eyes became glassy, tears welling up at the edges. "I'm...lost." The child's voice broke, her head lolling forward in defeat and unable to keep herself standing in such distress she toppled against the strong male. Aside from his breathing upon the chilly air, her broken sobs heated from fear and sadness pounded each and every breeze that ran through the barren land.
What was she to do?
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