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 Posted: Thu May 17, 2007 7:38 pm
Yes, I am at it again, and no, you may not join me xD <3 Memory stifled a giggle as she bounded down the forest's path. She may not be the fastest one of the group, but she was the best hide-and-seek player she knew.
Looking back behind her shoulder, she watched to see if her mother was anywhere nearby. Memory, her brother Trevelyn, and their friend Mister Draven were all supposed to be hiding from Nostalgia, who was 'it' until she managed to find and tag one of them.
Knowing her mother would expect her to stay close to the path, Memory intentionally strayed from it, and explored deeper into the forest, determined to find the best hiding place. She was definitely going to win the game this time!
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2007 7:41 pm
 Nostalgia smiled to herself as she slowly made her way down the forest trail. Many weeks had passed since Draven had joined their small herd, and Nostalgia hadn't been happier. Along with her close friend, she had been blessed to watch her two little ones slowly grow up, and it wouldn't be long before they themselves became young adults. Time was something that had always passed quickly for the ghostly being, but she cherished the time she had to share with her foals.
Her ears perked up as she heard a small crunch of leaves a short distance off, and she turned to follow it, assuming it was one of her own that made the noise.
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2007 7:45 pm
 Plague hobbled his way deeper into the forest, wincing with every painful step he took. It had seemed like hours since his confrontation with Diabetia, and he knew he was running out of time on finding any source of help. His dull broken horn had enough power in it to keep the gash closed temporarily, but he knew it wouldn't be long before it would tear itself back open again. He silently cursed the stupid mare for having pierced his shoulder… she would get repaid, there was no doubt in his mind. But first, to heal himself up before things got any worse.
He needed something stronger to heal his wound than his own horn, and the mutant was getting desperate to find any aid he could, no matter what source it came from.
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2007 7:49 pm
Chuckling happily to herself, Memory continued to keep a lookout behind her shoulder, ensuring that she wasn't being pursued. Her small wings twitched excitedly as she raced down the path, just begging to help her fly. Soon enough, with just a bit more growing, she might be able to soar high in the sky like Momma could, though she didn't do it very often.
Not paying attention to where she was headed, it wasn't until she heard a rustle of branches ahead of her that she turned to find a dark figure standing in the path she was barreling down. Letting out a surprised cry, she tried to pull back and stop, but she knew it was too late.
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2007 7:52 pm
She felt her heart skip a beat as the mother fluttercorn heard the short shriek coming from a ways off of the path. It was distinctively feminine... could it be Memory? Her dark braids flew in the air as her head jerked about, searching and gazing as far as she could into the trees, trying to find something, anything, that could help clue her in as to what was going on. But Memory wouldn't have strayed THAT far from the path, would she? She knew better than to disobey the rules… but then again, she did tend to push her limits with her mother.
Alarmed, Nos followed in the area she had heard the squeal, and prayed it wasn't her daughter in distress.
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2007 7:58 pm
He heard the giggling even before he saw the foal bounding towards him, obviously oblivious that he was standing in the path ahead of her.
He grinned... this was going to be a fun little distraction. Perhaps he could even replenish a good bit of the blood he lost from earlier with this foal?
Hollowed eyes watched as the young filly turned, spotted him, and started squealing as she attempted to stop. A clash of the two bodies was inevitable, and Plague braced himself for the impact. The inertia of his body gave off only a slight tremor, as he suspected it would, and the crash had no real effect on him as a whole.
Her horn, however, stung like hell, as it had found its way into puncturing his injured shoulder.
What is it with mares and stabbing today? he thought, annoyed. Letting off a low growl, he stepped back, removing the small horn from within him, and using one large hoof, roughly shoved the small creature away.
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2007 8:01 pm
Although she had attempted to stop herself, Memory found her tiny body sailing into the firm, hard leg of the scary looking stallion. She felt her horn lodge itself into his leg, and she began squirming, trying to set herself free. She was dizzy and sore from the collision, but it was clear by the appearance that this being was no less than a monster, and Memory cried out in fear as she struggled against him.
He managed to break their connection in an easy step backwards, and she looked up at him in wide eye fear as a dark colored hoof rose and pushed hard against her side, sending her feet away onto the ground with a thud.
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2007 8:05 pm
Nostalgia held her breath. It HAD to be Memory. She silently prayed that Draven would find Trev and be able to care for him as Nos made her way in the direction of her daughter's screams. She felt helpless and responsible, and horrible images flashed before her eyes as she tried to imagine what was happening to her eldest daughter.
As she made her way deeper into the forest, lavender hooves trampled twigs and leaves in her path. Her dress and braids continued to catch themselves against the passing branches, but she ignored the stings and rips as she forced her way past them, closer towards where she heard the scream. A feeling of dread was creeping over her as she could sense a growing evil originating from her daughter's vocal location. Something was out there, and that something was with her daughter.
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2007 8:11 pm
Plague scowled as he gazed over the foal's small form. It wasn't much fun, picking on babies. For the most part they were defenseless, and wouldn't try to stop him. Plague liked the resistance; he enjoyed the little fights he was presented with. Not this cowering, sniveling excuse for a horse.
His front leg ached, and he glanced down to see the second fresh hole near his shoulder. Looking up to glare at the filly, he began to contemplate what would happen to her should he rip out the fluttercorn's horn, when an odd sensation came over him. Looking out to the forest, he felt a presence he had never felt before. It was odd... intriguing. He set one hoof firmly on the foal's side, so it couldn't escape, and awaited the being's arrival, as the sensation became stronger the louder the distance noises came closer.
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2007 8:15 pm
"Mooooooooma!" Memory cried out, too scared to think of anything else to do. She watched the evil looking mutant stare her down, and eventually lay his hoof on top her. She wriggled and squirmed, but he was much stronger, and fighting against him was like fighting a big rock. The rock didn't feel a thing, and it only ended up tiring her more in the end.
She only hoped that Momma or Mister Draven would find their way to her before this scary monster did anything else to hurt her. She watched him pause and stare out in the distance, and wondered silently to herself if something, someone, anything was out there and trying to save her.
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2007 8:21 pm
The distinct cry for her sent Nostalgia's caution to the wind, and she began to stampede her way towards the screaming. Her daughter needed her, and she wasn't about to let her down.
The glow on her horn grew even brighter with the stress on her emotions, and she felt her own teeth grit in anger. How DARE something attack an innocent foal! As a normally calm and rational mare, Nos would stop at nothing to protect the ones she loved. Even if it meant the worst possible fate for her opposition, she was willing to take on any enemy if it meant protecting her little ones.
Before she knew it, she came across a small clearing in the forest, and in that clearing stood a large dark figure with enormous black wings. She had to take a second glance before she even recognized her small daughter lying on the ground under the mercy of the cruel looking stallion.
Pawing on the ground like an enraged bull, Nostalgia lowered her head, and began to charge.
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2007 8:26 pm
How am I not surprised?
Plague's eyes lit up with interest as he watched the glowing fluttercorn appear from the forest. She was obviously the foal's mother, since their transparent wings were almost identical, save for the size.
He watched silently as she spotted them, then leaned down to charge at him with her glowing horn. He shook his head, suppressing his frustration. What was it with mares and horns today? After he healed himself, and paid another visit to Dia, he'd make a mental note to spend a day or two de-horning any horned female he might come across.
"I wouldn't try anything, if I were you," he called out to her, his hoof moving from the foal's side to her head, pressing down hard enough to make her scream in pain, "Less you want your little one to be a dead little one."
Spotting the glowing horn gave him an idea, and a wicked grin spread across his face. The solution to his problem he had been searching the afternoon for had just found him.
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2007 10:38 pm
Memory let out a shriek as the foul smelling hoof made its way to her head, silently threatening to press down hard enough to squish her like a berry. The stallion, as a whole, smelled rather rotten, like carrion, and if she hadn't been screaming for dear life, would have been gagging at the putrid smell.
She knew her Momma was there to save her, and she did her best to keep herself from sobbing. She was terrified and trembling, but she knew she needed to be strong for Momma. Had to be Momma’s brave little girl.
Biting her lip to suppress the whimpers crawling up her throat, the foal listened to the exchange between the two adults, awaiting her mother's response.
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2007 11:09 pm
Unlike her daughter's previous attempt, Nos was quick to stop her run and avert the charge directed towards the mutant. Unfortunate as it was, she knew this fiend held all the cards in this situation. As long as he had control over Memory, he had control her herself as well, and the alicorn shot him a furious glare at the realization.
She felt as if she were the worst mother in the world, unable to do anything but simply stand there, listening to her daughter's cries.
"Leave her alone, you...you monster!" the ancient mare finally snapped, her lavender eyes never leaving his soulless ones, "She's just a foal--if you want someone to pick on, do it to someone your own size!"
!"
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2007 1:12 pm
"Like you, perhaps?" He mused, giving her a tooth-filled grin. She definitely was one of the oddest looking mares he'd layed his eyes on, with her glowing aura and blue frock. He couldn't understand why a horse would wear clothing, but then again, he'd yet to understand why she was glowing, of all things, either.
"I don't see what's so important about this little runt of yours," the mutant scoffed, nudging the foal's head with his hoof. "Foals are a waste of time and energy. You should be thankful that I'm so willing to help take care of such a problem for you."
Still grinning, he eyed her up and down. "Besides, you're not too much of an eyesore. Lose the attire and that obnoxious glow of yours, and I'm sure some stallion would knock you up again."
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