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 Posted: Mon Jul 22, 2013 2:04 pm
The first part of this RP is pre-cursing and has been approved by staff. The second half will be cursed and noted at the time of cursing.  *click for larger*
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Posted: Mon Jul 22, 2013 2:18 pm
It had been such a long time since she had gone home and it was hard for her to leave again. Yet her love awaited her and she had a life of her own to live and so she forced herself to part ways with her family. They had all given her their best wishes and sent her on her way before she could have changed her mind once more.
The mare had shed a tear at their parting but wore a smile on her face. She had plenty of good memories to keep her company on the journey home and she had her Eliot awaited her. Thoughts of the stallion crept into her mind as she walked along and she wondered how much he had missed her. She had been gone only for a week or so but it had been hard for her to leave him behind. Yet he had insisted that she ought to go alone. He had to take care of the glen and she would enjoy herself more without him tagging along. Of course she had protested several times, but in the end she caved in and nuzzled him goodbye with a grin upon her face.
The journey took her some time, but eventually she found herself surrounded by familiar foliage. She was close now and it would not be long before she was back home and snuggling up with Eliot. Maybe she ought to surprise him? She had made good timing and would be back a day or two before he had been expecting her. He was ever so fond of the apples that grew beside the river. Perhaps she could pick a few of those and bring them back for him? After all, she had plenty of time.
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Posted: Mon Jul 22, 2013 2:27 pm
It hadn't taken her long to weave together the net to bring the apples back in. Her father had taught her the art of it when she was a foal and she had picked it up quite quickly. With the net swinging from her neck, she made her way to the river and found the apple trees quickly enough.
She was in the middle of picking the best of the bunch when she heard something. Instinctively she froze, her ears swiveling about, trying to catch the sound again. She hadn't ever actually encountered a walker, but she had heard the stories and it was always better to be safe than sorry. There. She heard it again coming from the other side of the river. It almost sounded like a mare's laugh. Curious, she turned her attention from the apples and passed behind the bushes.
The mare had always been on the smaller side and while her stature was frustrating at times, it definitely helped her to go unnoticed. Carefully, she snuck along the bank using the foliage to hide herself. She could hear splashing now and the sounds were growing louder. While she didn't think that she was in any danger, she wasn't about to give herself up just yet.
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Posted: Mon Jul 22, 2013 2:37 pm
Just a few steps more... The mare peeked out through the bushes, still keeping herself hidden. Not that it mattered. The couple on the other side of the bushes were too distracted to even notice her. She could see a painted stallion staring into the eyes of a bay mare. They were too busy nuzzling each other and giggling. She was about to leave them to their privacy when the stallion turned his head to the side, laughing at the mare's joke.
Eliot. Her eyes flashed with anger and she immediately drew back from the bushes as if she had been branded with a hot iron. How could he? How dare he? Was the wicked little mare his reason for staying behind? And here she had always thought he cared about her.
Apples tumbled to the ground as she reared and bolted in the opposite direction. She couldn't handle the sight of the two of them together, handle seeing him with another mare. He said he'd loved her! What was she then? Just some sort of eye candy to be thrown away as soon as he came across the next pretty mare?
Her eyes were streaming and branches caught and tore at her skin. She wasn't sure where she was running to or how far, but she couldn't stop. If she stopped she'd have to think and if she thought... No. There would be no more thinking. Instead she simply ran on and on until she couldn't run any further.
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Posted: Mon Jul 22, 2013 2:42 pm
How far she had run she could not say. She felt as if she'd been running for an eternity, and yet she knew it couldn't have been more than a few hours. The land here seemed darker, more foreboding. Had she ever been here before? She didn't think so.
Her breathing heavy, she tried to get a bearing on her surroundings. She was definitely far from home, but then, how could she call that place home anymore? If she had been smart she would have run back to her family. But it was too late now.
She couldn't think, anytime she tried the images played about in her mind. She kept hearing his laugh and happy look on his face. That look, she wanted to wipe it off, she wanted him to hurt. The mare wanted him to hurt for the pain that he had caused. How long would he have kept up the charade? Hours? Days? Weeks? How long had it already gone on for? She could feel the anger welling up inside her until it was close to bursting. That was when he showed up and granted her her wish.
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Posted: Mon Jul 22, 2013 3:42 pm
[From here on out, Merci is officially cursed]
What happened next forever remained a haze for the mare. She could vaguely remember a strange man, he had offered her something. Power? Had that been it? Full of hatred, she had agreed greedily and he had fed her some sort of powder. What the powder had done to her she hadn't remembered exactly. Time began to run together and she was blinded by hatred.
She did remember the rabbit. It had been unusually large for it's size and she had leaped upon it immediately. The warm trickle of blood that ran down her muzzle had made her giddy. She had begun to feel the power that the strange man had spoken of.
Giggling from pure ecstasy, the mare turned her thoughts to the stallion. He had injured her previous self. Yet he had also inadvertently taken something weak and forced it to become powerful. He should be thanked. In her own way of course.
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Posted: Mon Jul 22, 2013 3:52 pm
It hadn't taken her long to find her way back to the stream. Of course when she got there neither Eliot nor the mare were anywhere to be found. Even if she couldn't find the mare, she knew exactly where she'd find the stallion. Grin on her face, she headed back to the place she used to call home.
The little meadow they called home was occupied by the stallion when she arrived. He had been grazing as she approached. This time, she didn't bother to hide herself. After all, she had no reason to hide. As she entered, his head popped up to greet her. She saw the fear cross his face as the recognition set in and understood what had become of her.
"What happened to you?" He asked her, his voice shaking out of fear.
"I grew stronger. No thanks to you and that mare." She smiled her toothy grin sweetly.
She could see the realization of her words dawn upon his face. He knew now that she had seen them. The smell of fear was ripe and she drank it in greedily as she approached closer and closer.
"I... I never meant to hurt you. You don't understand." He babbled on, excuses to try and save his own neck. "Mercy!" He cried as she continued on. "Mercy! Mercy!"
"No mercy." She cried out as she lunged in for the kill.
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Posted: Mon Jul 22, 2013 4:00 pm
The image of Eliot laying in the grass, bleeding his life's blood over their old home was a pleasant one. She took a mental photograph of the scene in case she ever wished to reflect upon it.
As for the mare, well, she had been harder to track down but no less fun to slaughter than Eliot had been. If anything she had enjoyed that killing far more.
Afterwords she reflected upon Eliot's words. Mercy. Had that been her name? Or had he been wanting mercy? She couldn't remember, her old life, who she used to be, was starting to fade from her memory. Almost as if she'd never actually lived it. But she'd still need something to call herself, and she certainly couldn't be Mercy now could she? No. She had no mercy. Instead, she'd be Sans Merci. After all, she was the mare without mercy.
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