[PRP] Vanya Caladwen & Leesa Meadows & Boris Airay

[Niyaru Delacroix]

Leesa eyed the slowly rising hoof with a hallow gaze.

It was going to happen and there really wasn't anything she could do about it.

Not yet...

She pitied this creature, this monster unable to resist the opportunity that had been laid out in front of her.

The opportunity to cast a cruel act and be enticed by the power it granted.

It was a true form of evil and she could see how much the mare enjoyed it.

Enjoyed her pain, her suffering.

All she did was coat her in mud! Was this really something she deserved?

Like a bolt of lighting, the pain galloped through her entire body, engulfing every part of her, it was followed by another scream.

Water bubbled at her lids and she clamped her hard edged teeth against her lips to stop any other sound of suffering from joining it's kin.

The others laugh echoed it's disturbing melody, painted crimson from it's canvas.

Would this torment never end?

The weather reflected the mutant cat's miserable mood. He was lost, alone and wet. His usual cheerful and colourful demeanour had been beaten by the loss of his love, his temporary home and everything he knew. He had no idea where he was to go next, what he was supposed to do. Heartland was the only place that welcomed him and yet he knew all that was waiting for him was another part of the land painted in blood, memories and lastly, misery. There was no escape from the things he felt, no way of avoiding the pain and the heartache.

His piercings were lifelike in their chimes this time, ringing a soft, sorrowful tune rather than their usual soothing melody. He cast the world a glance of his inward pain from under his bangs as they clung mercilessly to his face, barely protecting them from the sting of the rain. If it wasn't from the brief pause in the thunder from the lightening he would never have noticed the strangers beyond the tree line or heard the bone-shattering screech that found its way to his ears. It was enough to pull him away from the unbearable sulk he had slumped in to and bound with grace out in to the open.

And within the next flash of lightning no other creature could have been as blinding as him, with every piercing and colour glinting away. He didn't recognise the bodies at first though familiarity called to him of one of them, the one looming over the mare whose cries he had caught. He marched slowly toward the scene, flicking his tail narrowly in connection to his low yowls.  

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Vanya was absorbed in her emotions and the sight of the mare's blood. The feeling of joy from having the ability to even make another bleed even if it was just a little. It made her want to make her bleed much more. The thoughts in her mind were eerily dark, darker than they should be, there was blood covering the entire mare in her mind.

She stopped laughing and looked back down at the mare, the blood and tears only seemed to make her happier. It was like she was collecting ingredients for a potion that would make the difference in her day. She was just thinking up ways to torment the mare more when she heard the slightest sound of the familiar chimes.

Once the chimes registered in her ears, she looked around and noticed the bright colors of her shiny. Her ears laid back and she stood her ground. She wasn't going to back down from what it was she set out to do today but she respected Boris enough not to hurt him. As he got closer to them, she heard his yowls and it made her heart ache.  

[Niyaru Delacroix]

Leesa realised if there was ever a time to strike, then it was now.

The mare was distracted, it was easy to see the wickedness growing inside her, she could see the dark magic curdling within her eyes.

She didn't need to be psychic to know or a psychologist to work out what the end game would be.

This mare, given the chance, would kill her.

She was going to be left lifeless in the middle of the plain with no one to mourn her, no one to come looking.

She would die alone, a forgotten memory to this world and a ghost to many.

Something she believed she had already become.

So was it really so bad to let her relieve her of the guilt she still felt for her past or the effort of living everyday with no real reason to go on?

It suddenly didn't feel so bizarre, this moment in her life... She had been heading towards it all along. It was meant to happen and all it told her, despite her thoughts was that she wasn't ready to die.

Pushing with all her might against the ground, she found her footing and her way closer to the mare, pointing her horn to the others throat.

Noticing something different in her eyes the closer she got.

The vision of another.

Still too far away to get a clear view of who he was dealing with, he continued to stalk the figure in a threatening manor hoping that it would scare her away. Whoever it was they were hurting somebody else and although he had no idea what had lead to such a violent and bloody sight, he had lived enough battles to know solving the issue like this only made things worse.

His slit pupils moulded in to pins as the colour in his eyes reflected the one preying upon the helpless. She was lost in what could be, a darkness he had seen before in those closer to him than he would have liked to admit. He couldn't have been certain of what registered his presence with the other only that she had noticed him nearing the two of them.

His eyes widened, his expression and stature diluting from it's current phase in to something that resembled a younger, innocent version of himself. His mouth was ajar, teeth peering from under his lips. He knew this mare and she knew him but why was she here and what was she doing with this mare? His mouth came to and his widened eyes found some normality as he continued his journey towards them, this time was more casual than his first appearance.  

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Vanya didn't even flinch or move a muscle to try and move away from the mare's horn. "Do it, I hurt you so you want to hurt me to right?" Her eyes cast down to the mare, a cruel grin on her face. She used her hoof as a hook and tried to pull the mare's front legs out from under her. If it happened, the horn on her head would rip into her and make her bleed. But it would be on Vanya's terms and she didn't care anymore whose blood she saw anymore, she just wanted to see blood.  

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She wasn't expecting the mare to react having eyes on the other figure but she did.

Having her leg hooked caught her off balance and sent her head jerking forward. It scored the mares neck to her shoulder and that was when Leesa finally found her footing.

She didn't care that she had hurt her, scarred her or pleased her for that matter.

She just wanted out! To get away from the crazy mare.

"What the hell is wrong with you!?" She called, bucking her way away from the mare.

She continued forward and didn't pause for one moment in her attempt to escape the clutches of the morbid so-called princess.

It was the stallion's problem now.

He was startled by the abrupt nature of the attack but not completely shocked by it. He had seen much worse the only question was, why? He stopped short of where everything was taking place and with a soft expression he confronted the now bleeding mare. "You look different from what I remember." He gave a gentle laugh, one laced with a tinge of regret. He hadn't returned to see the young filly. Being pre-occupied by the hatters was no easy task, especially when he was on his best behaviour.

Had she returned to see him? He couldn't have known and only now did he envision this poor little filly, sat by the river side with hope in her eyes waiting for her adventure and candy. A frown formed at his lips and he closed his eyes to see a different path that could of formed, instead of a future so devastating it had even left him in tatters. Opening his eyes again, he tried to disregard the darkness he had seen, the darkness that still lingered and see the blooming beauty behind it all.  

[Niyaru Delacroix]

Vanya had chosen to end things with the mare by letting her escape. She had her taste of bloodshed, it wasn’t enough but it was enough to sate her thirst. The wound burned and stung but she could ignore it; the wound didn’t take over every thought in her mind. The thoughts that were taking over her mind instead were Boris and that fateful day where she acknowledged the fact that he had probably left her behind. It was the day where she had got into trouble and had called out for him to come and help her but found safety with another.
“I never thought I would see you again Boris Airay.” She chose to use formalities because he was no longer her shiny anymore. She denied him the fact of still being that close to her because of what he did to her as a foal. He probably had his reasons, she knew he didn’t do anything half-heartedly but it had hurt her. Deep down she had wanted things to be different, she had wanted to always be by his side but he had made the decision for her.
“I can’t say I’ve not missed you though.” Her emotions were running high and she didn’t really feel like she was in a stable mind set but she wanted to at least be honest with him. Thought of him were always swirling around in her mind, mixed with the emotions that would play with her. There was so much curiosity, anger and yet happiness whenever she thought about Boris Airay. He had taught her so much as a foal before he had left and never came back, he was someone she adored and looked up to even when he wasn’t around. But as she grew older and closer to Caym, she started to realize just how much better life turned out for her. Her eyes traveled to the bleeding wound that stretched from her neck to shoulder. It was going to be interesting explaining it to Caym but she hoped it was something he would be proud of rather than worried.  

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Boris could only offer a sympathetic smile to Vanya. Like many others in his life, he had disappointed her. Despite only wanting what was best for the people he loved, the one that was his, he happened to find himself at the source of all their pain. The one that drove them in to the arms of darkness and madness. He was like the hatters personal love guide, no matter whose lives he touched, they found their way to them. Moulding in to their crooked lifestyle. He had seen how it ended, in tears, bitter and broken until finally there was no emotion left. Just a shell of something that used to be.

His ears flattened to the back of his head when she admitted that his presence had been missed. He couldn't and wouldn't be able to believe that she had truly missed him. He had heard those words before, he had seen this part of his life and he couldn't let it play all over again. "No." He let out that gentle laugh once more, under his breath. "No Vanya, you couldn't have." His lips twisted in to a slow grin. "From everything that has happened since your beautiful heart started beating up until this moment, I have been but a passing image." He paused, eyes lowering to her blood stained coat.

"And that is how I will remain." He lowered his head in a bow of farewell and turned his body, eyes directed to their corners at her before they took to the forest once more.  

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Vanya had been so absorbed in everything that had happened in the past that she failed to see what was happening before her in the present. Her attention turned back to Boris just as he said his goodbye and left into the forest. Her heart seized and panic took over her mind and body. She couldn’t let him walk out of her life again. She had something to do about it this time and she was going to make sure that it didn’t happen again. “No stop! Don’t go!” She called out to him as she tried to follow after him but she wasn’t fast enough, she had lost sight of him and his magnificent colors. An overwhelming sadness was boiling over inside her; it was threatening to swallow her whole. “Shiny please don’t leave me again.” She called out into the dying storm, she begged for the wind to carry it to his ears, silently hoping that he was somewhere close by and that he had not just rushed off to leave again.
Her heart was beating so fast she was sure that it would beat from her chest. He was her child hood friend, her very light and someone she could not be without but knew she had to be without him. She had to just have some piece of him to herself, something to keep her clinging to everything that was sanity and goodness. She wanted the hope and light in her life, everything he taught her she wanted to hold onto somehow. She just had to have it, she couldn’t live without it. “Shiny please!” She was begging not only herself but Boris to come back, to be honest, to be immortal in the way that nothing would ever fade again.