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 Posted: Mon Jul 29, 2013 9:11 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 29, 2013 9:14 pm
Novablu Anansi had been watching the striped stallion with a mane of flames for the longest time, the jerky movements he made catching her eye--and tugging at her heartstrings--and as the chatter around her died down, she slowly walked in his direction. She kept alert, ears pricked and nostrils flaring at the scent of him, but kept her movements soft, gentle, slow...as not to frighten him more than he already seemed. There was something about him--something she couldn't put a finger on--and she yearned to see if there was anything she could do to help him. Softly, she spoke. "Hello..." Thamin Ryker frowned with his brow furrowed as he looked at the pouting two-legger that had been petting him. Perhaps he shouldnt have been so quick in his actions - the two-legger didnt seem to mind his appearance. But he still didnt want to be around anyone. He turned once more to flee back to his cave to dwell in solitude only to be met by a mare. "Oh great...." He grumbled disappointedly to himself as he sighed in disappointment. It seemed as though fate was bound and determined, almost as much as the blood stained alicorn was, to make him socialize. He settled his steps, shifting his weight onto his good legs, and glared at the mare from the corners of his eyes, not daring to look at her straight on. "What do you want?" he asked bluntly. Novablu Anansi lifted a brow at his grumbled words, taking in the sight of the stallion in poor shape; damn, had he been attacked by a pack of bloodthirsty wolves? “Well hello to you too then, Mr. Antisocial,” she murmured, her lips twisted into a half-smile, half-smirk. She meandered in a small circle around him, then tipped her head to the side, her eyes softening a little. “Okay. I know you don’t know me and by the look you just gave me, you don’t like me. That’s fine, I can handle being hated, I’m cool with that. But I can’t just…look away. Are you okay?” Her silver eyes tracked up and down his form, a glint of worry in the steely depths. Thamin Ryker raised a single brow at the mare's reply. This, certainly, was not the typical reaction nor response. She had been blunt, and a bit of a smart-aleck. But still... There it was. The questions and gawking at his scars. "Oh I'm just rainbows and sunshine..." Ryker said with a sarcastic drawl. "I'm only pretending to limp..." He paused, still watching the mare from the corners of his eyes, continuously turning his head so he didnt have to look at her straight on. "What does it matter to you anyways? Not like you can do a thing about it....." Novablu She hadn't been -gawking- perse--she was merely observing the wounds that striped the stallions coat, crisscrossing in mesmerizing patterns. "Aw now, sweetie, no need for sass--all men are grumpy when they're in pain." She rolled her eyes, but wore a real smile now, appreciative of his sarcasm. "Did you fall into a pit of jackals?" A brow quirked with her question. "And so what if I care--you're falling apart, prettyboy, quite literally. You need help, I have help. The question is...do you want to trust someone like me?" He was an enigma...and she was intrigued. What the hell had happened to him to make him close off like this? Thamin Ryker ground his teeth as he rolled his eyes at the mare, wondering just how much experience she had to make her statement about males. "Oh no.... I tripped in a field of daisies..." He looked back to her, half way expecting to see a sneer or a smirk - he expected her to remain as cocky as her statement. But she had a normal smile on now. It made the snarky response that was ready to drip from the tip of his tongue stop. He pursed his lips and furrowed his brow as he thought of a real response. "To tell the truth I havent wanted or asked for any of the help I've received thus far....." The thing was.... Though he hadnt asked for or wanted it, he had needed it.
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2013 12:25 am
Novablu Anansi let out a soft laugh, though it wasn't the normal dainty girl laugh, it was more of a husky rumble. "Well damn, those daisies are pretty vicious nowadays." She flicked her ear, listening to the sound of the woods around her, wondering if he was still following her. When the stallion spoke again, the sarcasm had fled from his words, leaving him...honest and sounding quite tired...which damn it all, tugged on those heartstrings again. "Would you have rather died?" Her words were soft and serious, looking at him and fully expecting a response back. Then, even softer, "Do you regret being saved?" Thamin Oh how this mare reminded him of the blood stained Alicorn in her persistence and in the manner that she questioned him. He hated the alicorn. Her questions were blunt though and, for the most part, seemed as though they were simply for gathering information and sating her own curiosities. "Yes..." He said solemnly, pursing his lips once more. Novablu Anansi was so intent on him that when he uttered that one word, she laughed--a sharp snort, the toss of her head as silver and gold bangs bobbed. He wanted to die. Wasn't that charming. "Why am I not surprised? Well sorry, dollface, but it looks like you're pretty alive. Broken, but alive. And even though you want me to turn around, to take that little nugget of truth and leave you alone to your godforsaken self-misery? Ain't gonna happen, sorry buddy. All that's gonna happen is you'll grow old and scarred and crippled and you'll hide in a cave for the rest of your years, yelling at poor foals to get off your lawn. Damn. What a life." The sarcasm was back, but she was being honest. Then she took two steps back and whinnied--high and shrill, echoing in the night air. Her little flea would solve one problem, anyway... xxx Van wasn't a flea--he just kind of latched on to the people he found amusing, entertaining, beautiful--or a mix of the three. So yes, maybe he was a little bit of a stalker, but the sassy mare liked him, or else she'd tell him so; that much he knew for sure. Anansi was a silver tongued temptress and he liked her, so he stuck around. And when she outran him, or when his ADD made him wander off, he knew where to find her--her ocean, her reprieve from life's troubles. A girl and her love affair with water. He heard her whinny and his head snapped up, dropping his mouthful of grass. Curious, he trotted towards the sound, almost hesitating when he saw the battered stallion at Anansi's side, looking very sour--as if he was annoyed with her the way she was often annoyed with him. He cut a glance to Anansi, eyes glowing gently in the darkness, and then stared at the stallion and wagged his long, leonine tail as if he were a dog. "Hello there. I'm Van. That's Anansi. I'm guessing she didn't introduce herself--but I'm also guessing you don't care." Blink. Shrug. Thamin "And who is to say that there are years left anyways..." Ryker said as he shook his head. She wouldnt understand, no one could understand what it was he had gone through, was still going through, and would go through probably until he was hunted and killed for sure this time. As she whinnied though he huffed in frustration, and a look of disgust clearly plastered itself across his maw when the Uni arrived. "So this is your answer to all my problems? Heal the crippled stallion so that everything is all rosy colored and bright again for him? Make all his problems disappear with the touch of a horn...." He scoffed. "Sorry for the rude awakening.... But everything is already healed up; no wounds are left. Maybe two years ago that may have worked. But you're wasting your time..." Novablu Van flicked his ears back, glancing between the snarly stallion and Anansi, wondering what the heck he'd wandered into. Anansi...she looked fierce, fiery with the yearning to save the stranger, but why? When he didn't want help, didn't need help--apparently. Why did she want to help him? "Nan, maybe he'd rather hide in a cave and become a hermit? To each their own?" His eyes darted from Anansi to the stallion, looking terribly uncertain. She didn't make a sound and he took a slow breath in, inching closer to brush his muzzle against her shoulder. "He's right though. I can't...do anything. I'm not that good..." xxx Anansi was filled with a terrible foreboding, the feeling of wanting to help and wanting to strangle the stranger. Why did she care if he died? Why did she care if he withered away into nothingness, a shell of his former self? What did it freaking matter... and why was she left feeling empty and horrible. She pinned her ears back, shaking her head with a snort. "You're going to grow old and lonely. Maybe you don't care--maybe I'm foolish for thinking there's a spark of good in everyone. You're just....just going to throw everything you COULD be away, for what? And why? Because your self-hatred is so thick...because you don't find the world beautiful. Well here's a reality check--open your damn eyes," she barked at him. "Open your eyes and...look. Just look!" The fight seemed to drain out of her and she looked away, feeling like a foolish filly who wanted to save the dead from dying... xxx Van watched all her anger, all her emotions bubble to the surface in a way that was raw and powerful, touching him in the strangest places, and the scarred stallion just...stood there, and his heart ached for her. "Nan..." But she was turning away, her steps shuffling away from the group, fleeing into the woods that surrounded them. Van pressed his eyes shut and watched her go, then turned back to the stallion. "The world can be beautiful, if you let it be...but you have to want it." He offered a solemn, sad smile and flicked his tail. Thamin Ryker lowered his head a little, looking up with a smirk. It made his bangs go down into his face slightly, causing an eery and ominous shadow to be cast over his scarred face. His lips parted slightly with the smirk, giving the already ominous gesture a maniacal hint. It was a twisted expression, but one that was of great pleasure to the stallion. He had been ignoring the presence of the unicorn for the most part, not even bothering to look in his direction, but the uni's words rang clearly through Rykers ears and though he had already known that there was little hope in his wounds being healed properly it thrilled him for the mare's 'fix all' to fall through and be thrown back into her face. This was the closest thing to the torture he had once practiced and perfected into an art that he had gotten to in a long time; and, despite the fact that he knew exactly how it must feel and the knowledge that he could never again take up the life that he once did it was imposible for the stallion not to revel.
But his 'joy' was short lasted. He didnt care to be lonely. After two years of being alone he had gotten quite use to it. Te silence was actually quite comforting, and to tell the truth the once talkative stallion had never heard the natural ambiance that the woods provided until he was alone. But this was the second time that a soquili had mentioned there being a spark of good in him. It jarred him. One soquili could be a fluke, some naive creature that believed that everyone and everything could be good. Two... still could be a fluke. But rationalization ran out the door as the mare continued on, sounding more and more like the stallion that haunted him. She, on the other hand, was not a cold and emotionless being like the stallion, and though Ryker had never been riled by the male as he poked and prodded about his life and about good and evil the mares emotions seemed to hold more sway. It angered Ryker. He had been told the exact things so many times they really should not have bothered him so. But...
"What on earth could something like me be?" the words dripped from his tongue through gritted teeth like venom. "You, who know me so well, think you have a right to say what my life could and should be?" Ryker wasn't paying any attention to the stallion that had joined the group anymore, his words didnt even reach Rykers ears as he quickly hobbled after the mare. He hadnt been spending the last two years of his life creeping around like a snail; no, he had adjusted to maintain some sort of speed. It would have been one thing if she had run or darted away, he would not have been able to catch up, but as it was... He reached out with open jaws, taking in a rather large chunk of her tail into his mouth. He bit down as hard as he could so not to loose his grip and with all his might he jerked back to stop her from going anywhere. He wasnt done speaking. "You think you can just waltz up and fix everything, dont you, just because you want to. You think that the world is a beautiful and wonderful place. Here's a reality check.... It is not." His voice had raised to a thunderous roar as his anger reached a peek. "You wanna know what my problem is? My eyes were opened. Anything and everything I had ever known and loved and cared for was shattered as I was ripped to shreds and left to die by the only family I truly associated with. And then I was brought back...." He spat the last words out as if they were vile tasting. "For what? So I could see the pain and sorrow of my father as he carried my mangled body to a two-legger? So I could be told that in order to stay alive I would have to be dead to anyone and everyone I knew?" He shook his head in disgust as he stared unblinkingly at the mare. "What the hell am I supposed to find so precious about this world to value anything about it? Hmmm? What is it that I am supposed to see?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 02, 2013 9:53 pm
Novablu Van might be a little…daft at times, but he wasn’t stupid and when the scarred stallion began to grin, a maniacal gleam to those pale green eyes, he knew that there was something….something horribly wrong with the other stallion. His ears flicked back, nostrils flaring as he backed up a step, wincing away from the twisted expression on the male’s face, distrust rising up like bile in his throat. He was thankful, thanking Fate for not making the crazed stallion look directly at him, because nerves were already coiling around the unicorn’s heart. When the crippled stallion lurched forwards after Anansi, Van tossed his head and gave a shout to his friend, the whites of his eyes showing. He didn’t like this, not one bit… Anansi’s heart frothed and bubbled with anger and fear and so many emotions that she felt like it was overflowing, seeping out of the new crack in her heart and spilling into her chest. She pressed her silvery eyes shut tight, fending off the tears that threatened to spill and she would NOT cry in front of that scarred b*****d. She needed space, she needed to be able to breathe—why was she so goddamned stupid? Obviously she was wrong about the stallion. It wasn’t until Van shouted to her that she heard Ryker’s hoofbeats shuffling quickly towards her and she was already turning to face him when the brute grabbed a mouthful of her tail to stop her. Pain lanced down her spine and she spun around to face him. She bared teeth, snaking her neck towards him and aiming for a warning bite, anger in her eyes at his words. “Am I so WRONG to feel like there’s a little bit of good, of HOPE in everyone? Is that some fatal flaw? You’re right—I don’t know who you are and I don’t want to know, because you’re a bitter little b*****d.” Her own voice rose in pitch, anger fuel to the fire behind her words. “The world can be beautiful and wonderful, but it can also be your own personal Hell.” Her ears flattened against her skull as his words sunk in and damnit all to hell, tugged at those heartstrings one final time. He was right—she didn’t know him. She didn’t know anything about him, she hadn’t known the pain that rent through his soul, wearing him thin and ragged; but she also didn’t know that he hadn’t been a good person, before his eyes were opened. Her nostrils flared and she stepped back. “I-I… Damn. How was I supposed to know—all I see is the shell of a stallion with anger and pain in his eyes. No one should have to go through that…” Her voice lowered, softened, gentled. Her anger ebbed away, a falling tide, though she was aware as Van eased closer, ready to defend her. She shook her head, both to Van and also to Ryker. “You don’t want my pity, so I shan’t give it to you. I don’t know you and you’re right, I had no idea what you’ve been through, but when will it ever be the right time to move on? To push through the pain, to come out victorious on the otherside of the darkness.” She pinned him with a look. “Because you’re capable of that, at least. Even if you’re too blind to see it.” Thamin
First impulse for the stallion when the mare spun around to attack him was to leap back then lunge forward once more. He had done it before, time and time again when immobilizing a victim before skinning them. Snap the tendons, crack the bones, take their hooves right out from under them; just dont let them get a hold of you - that was how it had always been because he was slightly smaller than others due to his flutter mother. But this time there would be no lunge forward. Ryker sprung back with the agility of old, but as he landed he stumbled, his leg giving out from the effort causing Ryker to snarl in pain. He steadied himself on three legs and glared at the mare, untold rage still present in his jade eyes.
"Oh, it could very well be a fatal flaw..." He retorted through gritted teeth. He didnt have a chance to say anything more, but it was indeed a very fatal flaw and a ploy he had actually been told to play upon to increase the number of kills. Those that think you can be saved will flock to you, will lower their guard, and will be vulnerable. He watched her ears flatten, watched her eyes, watched her every movement. He rolled his eyes at the words. To be honest, he was now becoming angry with himself for letting his anger get the best of him and even saying that much to the mare. It was none of her business after all.
Anger and rage began to build once more as everything about the mare began to soften - he knew the pity speech was coming, and how she could save him.... It was all a load of bull.... But...
Her words actually caused Ryker to tilt his head slightly in confusion. No Pity? No offer to help him? Not the typical responses from one such as her. Then again, Ryker assumed he was a fool to start stereotyping a mare that, though following many stereotypical aspects, had had her own unique way of greeting him. As much as he had ranted that she didnt know him he had to admit that he did not know her either. He let her words sink in, and though he did not change his stance or demeanor or even how he spoke he did at least lower his voice. "You didnt answer my question...." He started before continuing to answer hers with yet more questions of his own. "What is there to move on to? I was left for dead... I was told that I am dead to everyone... And who I was I can never be like This." He said jerking his body to imply the state that he was in. "I am, in every aspect other than the fact that I am still breathing, dead. What is there to move on to? What is there to be victorious about?"
Novablu Anansi saw the anger in those pale eyes, but she didn’t fear him—thought she probably should’ve, had she known what a killer he’d been in his younger days. But she wasn’t one to be afraid of much, brazen and sharp-tongued, even if that got her into trouble many a times. For a heart-stopping moment, she thought he’d snap back even after her teeth snapped shut on thin air and she whirled back, waiting, all four hooves solid against the summer-hard earth. The summer night’s breeze was warm, whipping through her silvered mane, blowing it into her face, but she never looked away from him. She watched him, her entire body still and quiet, watching and waiting. At his words, softer now but still underlain with a spark of anger, her lips curved into the barest hint of a smile. What was there to move on to? Flicking an ear, she replied with, “What ISNT there to move on to? So you lost your friends, your family—it happens to everyone. Maybe not in the same…essence, but people fall in and out of love all the time. You have an advantage—a new chance at life, a chance at making something better of yourself.” She stamped a hoof, tossing her head. “On one hand, you can hide away from everything and continue to be bitter and chase every single person off…or you could loosen up a bit and pull the stick out of your a** and…talk to people. Talk about things that interest you, hell, talk about the weather. Don’t just grunt and glare.” Her smile grew, anger fading from her still form. The crickets cried all around her, singing a song of their people. “Make aquantances. Make new friends. Find a girl to call your mate—maybe have some kids. Just because youre scarred doesn’t mean you’re broken—there’s a woman out there for you, you just have to open your eyes. You have to want it. Obviously, you don’t right now—and that’s fine, everyone deals with grief differently, but damn prettyboy… Someone will want you, and when that time comes, you’ll really see it.”
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