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 Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2014 6:08 am
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Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2014 7:10 am
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Name: Pirata Piraticus
Orientation: Straight
About: Arietta and Pirata were best friends as foals, but even that took some work on Arietta's part. Pirata had been rejected as a youngster, ostracized for the one thing that gave him comfort: his pelt. It had been a gift from his grandfather, just days before the old stallion died. After he took to wearing the pelt on a constant basis, the rest of his family and the group they lived with pushed him away until he took to living on the edges of the territory they'd claimed.
Pirata lived like that for a month before a new foal from a more recent batch of baskets scrounged up enough courage to come see if all the adults were right about the outcast who lived on the edge. She, of course, was Arietta, a curious and sweet young filly. She peeked around a tree, but the peachy color of her body gave her away. Pirata told her to go away. For weeks, months, this went on, with Arietta coming closer and closer each day. Until one day she finally spoke to him. Her courage, and willingness to actually get to know him soon melted Pirata's heart enough for him to let her in.
For the longest time, he couldn't tell why he had let her get under his skin, or why he let her in at all. Maybe it was because all the other foals only saw him with fear, or hatred, and she came to him with no ulterior motive. No one had dared her to come to him; she had done it on her own, with her own logic. She told him once: "Everyone deserves a friend, Pira, even someone as grumpy as you!" Which was accompanied by her laugh (he swore there was something musical about it) and a funny face that earned her a small chuckle from the dark foal.
Since then, the two were practically inseparable. Until one day, Arietta was chosen to carry a message to a neighboring tribe. She promised him it would only take her a day, two at the most, and she would be back. She promised. A week went by. Two. A month, and no sign of Arietta. Worried, Pirata had even taken to lurking about the main camp when everyone else was asleep, his nature and past experiences making him wonder if maybe she had given up on him. Just like everyone else. After two months with no word from her, he gave up, just knowing in his heart even as it shattered that she was just like everyone else.
Arietta, however, had gotten lost. Seriously lost. She'd made it to the other tribe fine, and had delivered her message. It was coming back that had given her trouble. She tried to find her way back for a week, wondering if her tribe had moved without her, but that was silly. At the very least, she knew that Pirata would wait for her. He was her best friend and...well, maybe he was more than that. But she just couldn't find her way back, and then it rained. That made it even harder for her to see her way and one misstep, just one is all it took. She was sent sliding down a hill, getting muddy and tangled up and hurt. She was lucky, very lucky, that she hadn't broken anything on the fall.
By the time she'd finally made it back to her tribe, it had been six months. Six long months without her friend and confidante. Six long months alone. By the time she got back...the Pirata she knew was gone. Literally. He had left the tribe. The others hadn't been paying attention, but they said that one night he was just gone. Arietta was devastated by this news. Gone...he was just gone... She had just known he would wait for her... Her heart breaking, Arietta couldn't stand another minute in the tribe that had driven her best friend out. She had to find him.
Flash forward to years later, they finally find each other again. She explained everything to him, and waited for his response. At first he was skeptical, but she was so....well, Arietta. He couldn't help but believe her. Besides, he had missed her. So he let her in again, trying hard to see what she saw in him, and not the monster he'd become. during their time apart, Pirata had had a few run ins with a skinwalker that had forced him to be harder than he used to be, and had to fight harder. But still, Arietta had been the one light at the end of his tunnel when they were foals. Perhaps she still could be.
After some time together, catching up and getting to know one another again, emotions flared higher than they had when they were foals. That night, though neither of them knew it at the time, they created life. However, Pirata had done some thinking while his friend slept curled up next to him. She was so beautiful, and not even just physically, though he would not deny she was extremely lovely to look at. Her soul was beautiful, and perfect, and how dare something as monstrous as he mar her with his ugliness? They weren't meant to be together, they couldn't be. She was so much better than he was, worth so much more.
When she woke, he hid how his heart broke and showed her only his ugliness, his monstrosity. He pushed her away, growled and snarled at her until he could almost see her heart breaking. It was better this way. She would be better off without him.
Images: Cert, Uncert
Likes: Solitude, Arietta (though he'll be hard pressed to own up to it) His Children.
Dislikes: Pitty
Rp color: #3f0048
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Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2014 8:18 am
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Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2014 11:28 am
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Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2014 12:28 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2014 1:40 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2015 4:56 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2015 4:59 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2015 5:02 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2015 5:04 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2015 5:04 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2015 5:11 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2015 5:11 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2015 5:13 pm
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