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A familiar scent permeated the air of the woods, traveling a vast distance to reach the nostrils of the monstrous mutant that now pursued the aroma. Metallic and carrying the weight of death, this stallion could recognize the smell of blood shed anywhere. For the scent to travel so far and still thicken the air like humidity on a blistering summer day, Pariah knew vaguely the extent of the damage he expected to stumble upon. Of course, he still hoped to be proven wrong.

Ebony ears quivered at attention while the warrior stood without breath, listening for immediate danger. Not that Pariah had fear, he’d known the world too long to be surprised by the numerous twists and turns life offered. When his audits were met with stillness and his vision could sense no irregularities in his scenery the heavily muscled figure tread lightly into the clearing. Cloven hooves sunk deep into the earth; soft and moist with the crimson rivers that had been shed in the disaster that lay before ivory and ebony irises. Expression completely detached from the depiction of cold-blooded slaughter.

A young family it seemed, as a mare still slightly round from foaling recently lay upon the ground, her expression filled with horror though her wide eyed stare was glassy and empty. Pariah’s heart would have broken for her, if the little that remained weren’t calloused to such atrocities. Beside the broken body of the mare was a puddle of blood, it smeared in an ugly trail, following the scuffle of multiple paw prints. Too large to be wolf or fox.

Skin walkers.

More than one by the clues left behind. Together they must have dragged off the carcass of the nameless one’s mate. Shaking his head morosely, imposing maw dropped to nose a few stray tendrils from the delicate curve of her neck. Licking the blood from her cheek, the broody mare’s flesh was cold and stiff beneath his tongue and he barely noticed the basket her body had been guarding until it creaked and bristled as if ready to burst with outrage. Despite the rather compromised position the stallion appeared in, his gaze was unflinching, steeled against hell’s fury.


Inside the softly colored basket, a tiny life lay almost lifelessly still. The noise had grown frighteningly quiet. So painfully quiet. At first there had been a burst of sound and the air had filled with an emotion that made his fur bristle defensively. Panic. A violent scuffle had pursued with loud sounds like the singing that used to soothe his restlessness when his momma wished him to sleep, but not in the same instant. The sound was horrible and shrill and caused the colt’s chest to ache and his body to tremor. Screams. Fear.

So many horrifying sounds and scents blossomed outside the security of his basket, introducing the youth to the palette of death. Then only silence. Cold and bitter silence. Terror gripped the foal as he lay in wait, expecting either parent to nuzzle his basket in reassurance, yet the comforting touch was never received. With ears straining he waited. Feeling hope wan within his chest as the sting of loss began to settle, heavy in his stomach.

And when finally the foal could take the waiting no longer, he shoved his head against the lid of his basket, squirming and writhing and eventually freeing himself to come, nearly nose to nose with—with the one that had ruined his life before he had ever had the chance to enjoy it? Obstinately jutting both legs out to splay upon the ground as he sat heavily upon his ear, the little colt could only glare at the giant that blinked at him in return, completely without scrutiny or regret or compassion. Yet the ground beneath his hooves was soft and upon looking down he realized that his tiny hooves were planted firmly upon his mother’s unflinching side.

Crying out in horror, slight frame scrambled and toppled over flailing, thin, feeble limbs with great effort though all he could manage was to tangle himself further. Y-Yoo-oo-ou! I.. I ha~ate you!

The words fell freely from his tiny muzzle as sorrow filled foal lowered his head in a fit of uncontrolled animosity and bucked out several times in succession before falling over. Rolling in the dust, he choked on his own tears and the ominous scent of lifelessness which drifted off the maternal figure near by. I’ll k-kill you! It’s all y-your fault!

Taken back by the ferocious spirit of the newly emerged foal Pariah lifted his head sharply. Surely his parents’ killers hadn’t strayed far and a newborn foal was far too easy a target to be left out in the open. With the ruckus this little one made, hungry wolves would be on him in no time. If nothing else he at least deserved a fighting chance, yet still the proud figure hesitated with reluctance. It was only the familiar nagging voice of in the back of his head that finally forced the mutant to act. Rokiva would have certainly would have left hoof prints on his forehead if he left the foal to die and for no other reason than the thought of her wrath brought him to grab the wallowing colt by his scruff, carrying the curled frame into the woods with him as powerful frame strode across the clearing and broke the edge of the woods.

If the colt had ambitions to kill him, he’d certainly need someone to train him. Who better than the foal’s own self-proclaimed enemy?

Basket played as a colt.
No name given 'cuz I'm lazy. xD;;

"No!" a young mare screamed, the sound rang throughout the trees reaching the ears of a young foul who would soon emerge from his basket, as she and a young stallion continued to fight some fearsome beast, of what sort the foal did not know.


"momma! pappa!" a young foal cried peeking out of his basket. He looked around in dismay to find no one. Stumbling the foal made his way out of his basket sniffling as he called out once more "momma! pappa!" there was still no response and he walked forward on wobbly legs. As he looked around he wished to himself that he could at least have seen the attacker, at least then he could avenge his parents and have a purpose other then to live on in sorrow! but unfortunatly he had not and teary eyed the foal walked on, his legs shaking slightly as he looked about in case the attacker was still near. As he walked he tripped and fell his eyes flooded with tears "why couldnt i have gone with them?! why couldnt it have been me instead?!" he yelled out into the cool night air.

Slowly getting up the foal shook his head 'i must live on so my parents sacrafices will be worth it' he thought starting to walk again, to where he did not know, nor did it matter to him. All that mattered to this young foal was getting away from this horrid place which would haunt him with the memories of the sound of his mothers scream. The foal started running as fast as he possibly could, just to get away from the place that he knew would bring him nightmares. As he ran his thoughts cleared and he began planning what he should do to make his parents proud, to make sure their sacrafice didnt go to waste.
'One day i will become strong and make sure that no one else has to go through what i had to go through

Name: Kaosu
Gender: Male
RP Response: Grief, anger, confusion, and fear stabbed at Kaosu's heart. He longed to seak revenge for his parents. Life seemed so pointless without them. No one to guide him, love him, and... He spent most of his days wandering aimlessly through woods or fields wanting some trace of the treacherous beast that killed his parents.

A week... Four more... Passed him by with no luck. Still, Kaosu wandered on with no luck. The void in his heart grew bigger each day. Everytime he thought of them the pain increased.

The bitterness of being alone turned Kaosu from the gentle mare he was to an emotionless one. He knew that he changed and there was only one solution.

Now, as life carries on for others with its twists and turns, Kaosu's life has frozen.

Name: Mnemonic
Gender played: Female

A chill swept across the plains, whipping past the lone tree and the couple who rested there with their basket. Inside it a foal lay warm at rest, calm and peaceful with the world. However, outside of it’s world, all was not well, as a shadow slipped across the sleeping parents from the pale failing moonlight of the waning moon. The male woke with a start, the scent of death suddenly fresh in his nostrils and he stumbled up in a half-daze. His movements stirred his mate, and together they were bright in the pale light against the darkness of night. He listened hard, but couldn’t hear anything over his own breathing, nor make out anything.

Suddenly a shadow took form so close he could have spit on it, the scent clear and distinct as red eyes glared into his. The female cried out, stumbling back, and barely missing the basket itself in her shock and horror. The noise awoke the foal who remained still in the flare of noise, too scared to move as action exploded.

The shadow lunged quick, closing on the neck of the poor stallion causing only gurgled noises to escape as he tried desperate to break free, to scream, to do anything but have his throat ripped out as the Skinwalker pulled back its bloodied maw and dropped the stallion on the ground with a violent motion.

The mare was frozen for a moment, panicked and full of fear as she watched her beloved mate fall dead in a single swift and terrible move, before instinct of fight or flight hit and she ran. Somewhere in the back of her mind she remembered the basket, but fear spurred her on like hot embers to the flesh, and she ran as fast as she could, anywhere away. The Skinwalker howled and rage at his other prey fleeing, and bolted after, claws biting into the soft earth and tearing after her. The flesh of females was more tender and succulent and he would not lose such a delightful morsel so easily. In his hurry he did not realize he kicked the basket hard as he launched after the female, knocking it towards a hill and causing it to roll down and crash into a tall thicket of grass and shrubs and come to rest there, leaving the foal inside scared witless and frozen in utter fear. He caught the mare quickly and cleanly killing her as swift as the male. He went back, hauling the carcass away to a small grove, and retrieving the female as well. He had hunted well, and would eat the best of both and leave the rest - the parts which were tough and unsavory. He gave no thought to the basket, which he’d never noticed, and proceeded to eat.

The foal lay still down in her new ‘home’ scared and alone in the dark and afraid to come out after the commotion and wild ride. It was not until the break of dawn and the sun’s rise high enough to penetrate the basket itself that the foal finally felt enough will to break out and stumble out its first steps; steps that would never be seen by her parents. She looked around, the smell different and confusing down here by the river. She snorted in distaste at the confusion of things. Last night had been a blur, but panic and fear had been evident form those outside, and even the smell of death had permeated her home for a second. Her parents were nowhere to be seen, and she was alone. She shivered, scared, and worried whatever had happened could be around, but the light of the sun seemed to speak of calm and good things, that all was okay. But it wasn’t - she was alone, and she knew she would likely never see her parents again. Something horrible had happened; they would never have left her otherwise. They would have searched for her, right? Right?

She bit her lip as tears threatened to fall and she stomped her hoof. No, no, she wouldn’t be upset, she couldn’t! What would her parents have thought, have wanted from her? They wanted happiness for her and the family, and even though it was only her, she had to try and do the same. But she was very alone, and lost and unsure of the world around her. It was overwhelming and very scary, but she had to do something other then stand here and look sad or confused. Her stomach was grumbling something fierce now, and she felt a little thirsty. She would have to solve these problems on her own, or die like her parents. She grit her teeth, sighing a bit and went in search of water first, listening for the sounds like she’d heard of the wet stuff falling from the sky. It was near, and only the beginning of a long, lonely road it seemed. She was scared still that whatever had come would come after her, but she couldn’t concentrate on being scared of that in her state, so she focused on thirst and hunger first, vanishing from the place she was ‘born’ into a world so alone.

Name and gender never really used. It is a rather gender-neutral personality too.

((I don't usually write in first person, but it seemed best for this.))

It happened one fine, summer evening. The sun had just set, streaking the sky in a brilliant shade of red and orange, though I was still too young to see it. My parents had told me it was lovely, and that they couldn't wait for me to come out and see the sun set and rise, and spend all the lovely days with them. But that would never happen. Later I asked myself if it was the cruel hand of fate, or just the wickedness of the world, that would place me on this path.

I remember the day as clearly as if it were yesterday, though I did not even see it.

It started with a snarl, deeper than any coyote or wolf could make, it sent a chill down my spine, as I tucked myself even deeper into my wicker home. I felt my mother tuck my basket away under a bush, whispering to be still, to be quiet, and most important of all, do not come out no matter what I heard. I heard hoof-beats, my parents' frantic ones, pawing and pounding at ground, and then the slow, steady ones of a predator stalking its prey. There was no talking, no reasoning with this beast, how could you negotiate with a creature that hungered for blood and fear, and thrived on others misery.

The next thing I heard, and felt, was the snap of branches near by, and the hot, stinking breath of this monster. It was nearly on top of me, and would surely smell the sweet vanilla beans tucked inside my basket. But the monster only had eyes for my mother and father, and the scent of decaying flesh, dried blood, and death that clung to the beast, over-powered the vanilla beans.

The beast circled them, like a cat waiting to pounce. My parents were honorable, and would not land the first blow. It happened quite suddenly, the beast charged them, and landed the first blow. I heard a loud crack, a bone already broken, my mother's by the sound of the cry. My father reared up, slamming his front hooves down on the beast's back, but it was strong and didn't buckle. It whipped its head around and tore at my father's exposed belly, adding the metallic tang of fresh blood to the air.

My father hit the ground with a loud thud, but he still fought on, biting down on the monster's leg as it started towards my mother. It was no use, it was as if the beast felt no pain as it pulled away from my father, and headed towards my mother once more. I heard her shuffling gait, limping from the break from the first blow. But she was not trying to get away from it, she was heading towards it. I did not know at the time, but the beast had turned in my direction, whether it knew I was there, I'll never know. But my mother would not let it get any closer to me.

It turned away from me to face my mother, snarling once more. I wept, knowing what would come would be something terrible. It was quick, over in a heart-beat as it launched forward grabbing my mother around the neck. I heard her kick him with her good leg, each blow growing more feeble by the second. Then it was over. The last I heard was it walking off, dragging something off. Before I fell into an uneasy sleep, curled up as tightly as I could.

When I woke early next morning, I hoped it had only been a nightmare, but the scent of drying blood still clung to the air. As the hours ticked slowly by, I waited, and waited, and waited. Before finally nudging the lid of my basket off with my nose. I did not want to linger in this area any longer, I slowly rose out of my basket, one long leg after the other until all four were on the ground. I couldn't get away fast enough, I wanted to run but my new legs wouldn't allow it, I stumbled and fell into the blood-stained grass. I didn't want to look, but it was all around me, the blood and other carnage left from the battle, only by a small favor were there no bodies. As soon as I was able, I ran, as fast as my legs could carry me, never to go back to that clearing again. Where I would go, I did not know or care. I wanted to live, I wanted to fight, I wanted to be brave, as brave as one so small and so alone in the world could be.

I will leave my orange font out of this for eye viewing purposes. XDD *would be blinded by all that orange font @w@*

For the sake of the entry~
Gender: Male
Name: Lehua (It's a flower that's honey is a key ingredient in Hawaiian Sweet Cream Ice Cream XD)



"The sun rose above the far hills that over looked a valley. In the middle of the valley there was a flower. It was a simple flower of unknown origin but something was different about it. It was a pure white flower, quite a beautiful sight, but there was something on it which drew your attention away. The color of red covered one of the petals. The red substance that was on the flower slowly gathered to the end of the petal, weighting it down, and a single drop of it fell. The single droplet fell on a blue crystal pendant. The pendant belonged to a proud mare who had a single foal, which she loved very much. It's safe to say that it was blood by the smell of it alone. Around the flower there were hoof prints. So many hoof prints of different means; be it normal stepping imprints, dragging streaks, quick run steps, they were still hoof print and still so many. Around the flower there were also chunks of the ground missing and dents in the grass. After seeing that, one could tell there was a struggle.

The far side of the valley was guarded by trees and flowers. The flower of choice was the Lehua flower. The honey of the flower was sweet and attracted many kinds of insects from butterflies to wasps. Within the trees there was a small helpless basket. It was safely tucked between roots of a fairly large and old tree to protect it from the dangers that once was. The birds of the forest chirped as the sun rose higher in the sky. They were celebrating another good day of life and they wanted everyone to know it. Their song was so cheerful that one would never have expected the horrors that happened only a handful of hours before. With the happy songs that the birds sang the basket below started to shake. Not before long the lid on the basket shifted from it's original sealed position. Two little pointy ears stuck out form it. With a little snort a head rose from the basket. Two beautiful eyes slowly opened to see the light of day. The nearby birds noticed this rare gift of life and flew down to meet the little foal with a welcoming song. The foal looked up in amazement as the birds flew around him. His eyes ever so pure watching in delight and awe as the birds flew. With a bit of coaxing from the birds the little foal rose from his basket to his feet and stumbled out of it. Now normal nature would be where the baby was greeted by it's mother and father but in this sad case that wasn't going to happen. The foal looked around in just that fashion. He knew he had a mother but had no idea where she was. His little whiny were heard throughout the morning air in hope that his mom would hear, but no response was heard. His little tail flicked as he decided to try and find her on his own. With tears starting to form and a few stumbles here and there he made it out into the valley but not a soul was in sight. The birds that happened to have been with the basket knew what happened the night before. No one would have ever imagined something as beautiful as a baby foal would first open it's eyes after such a terrible night. Flash backing some, before that horrifying night ended a mother risked it all for the sake of her child. She sacrificed her life to have another one live on. She made the birds promise that her young foal would never find out what happened. For she didn't want ideas to form in its head of revenge. In her dying wish the birds accepted; they were to watch over the young foal and never have it find out what happened. Though what the birds promised was easily broken."

That is the story I heard from the birds. Whether it's true or not I will never know for they even admitted that they were breaking a promise telling me this. Trying to hold some of the promise they made they made sure not to tell me everything, mainly how my mother died. Now if they're just saying that to give me an answer or telling the truth, only I can decide. At the end of their truths they found and gave me the pendant my mother wore, leading me to think she was murdered and that their story held true. The pendant was made of a pure blue crystal with specks of rainbow color in it with a silver chain. I will keep it with me always for it's the only thing my mother left me. I need to now think deep down whether to believe that she was killed or that she simply abandoned me. Starting the minute I received her pendant I told myself that I'd live on. I'd strive and live on in her name. If she did die then it'd be honorably but if she abandoned me then I'd live on in spite. Telling everyone that cared the story of a mother leaving her child to fend for itself. I'd make sure to make my life better then what it would have been with her around.

I turned from the birds and started for the valley. Taking the name of the flower that watched over me from the outside, allowing both the bad and the good onto giving it an ultimate trust, I took my leave. My head was held high and my feet stepped hard. My once pure and lighthearted eyes turned serious. My name is Lehua and this is my beginning of finding out who I really am and what happened that dreadful night..

The sun rose even higher in the sky while the birds flew after him. Lehua ignored them but allowed them to stay and walked on, crossing and unknowingly passing the hidden lifeless body of a mare battered and bloodied between trees on the outskirts of the valley, crushing the pure white flower....



((If I'm to be so bold, I'm making the attacker be the father. I didn't mention it in the response because it's supposed to be unknown to the foal but if I win I'd probably be typing the whole story out. XD I hope it was aloud. ;o; I know it said "whether by kalona or skinwalker" but maybe the father was one of those? If not then forget this little bottom part and we'll leave it that it wasn't the father. XD Cause the prompt response doesn't say who the attacker is so yeah. All is still good, hopefully. owo;;

Oh and he was saying the entire first part. So the open and close quotations weren't there by accident.))

Foal Name: Anveena, The White Witch
Gender: Female
Temper: Scarred

The soft voices that once soothed her every day, had faded in the distance at ear piercing decibels, that she didn't understand. Having heard these nightmarish things, she had instinctively waited...

...and waited.

The frail weave of her basket became soaked with her tears as the days passed. Though the weather was hot, she began to shake as if she was freezing. The speckled white foal remained where she was. Cramps ached in her legs, but she kept in a tight ball.

The little filly should of emerged from her basket at least a week ago.

Her body, weak from being in such a state, couldn't hold out for much longer. Just then, her ears perked as she heard the sound of someone approaching. Her face warmed with a faint smile, knowing her parents had returned.

She listened as the sound of hoof steps halted. She wanted out of this basket! But didn't have the energy to do it alone. They should help her! Waiting to see if she would get help, she began to cry again when it didn't come.

Why weren't they helping her? Why had they left her alone for so long?

Mustering up every bit of spirit she had left, she lifted her head up and rolled out of the basket. She would of been larger, but she was frail and tiny. Her body landed in a heap on the warm grass.

Taking a breath of fresh summer air, she looked around desperately.

She was alone. Completely, and utterly, all alone.

Her chest began to hurt with the ache of her heart. Finding it hard to breathe, she moaned pitifully instead of wailing. Closing her eyes, and laying her weary head on the ground, she felt great pain take over. Not only in her body, but also in her soul, for things that fate had bestowed on her. The heart of this young innocent foal, had a scar deep enough to threaten her life.

She had lost her parents, almost lost her life, and now through the loss of all hope, might as well lose her will to live.

Her parents hadn't returned. Maybe it was someone returning to finish the job. Why didn't they? Why did they just leave her here?

A glowing white dragon emerged in front of her. The filly, finally giving up, fainted.

"My stars, you poor creature." the dragons wise voice boomed. Yes, he ate meat, and he attacked the strong, but this small Soquili was hardly an honorable meal. How had she gotten here anyways? Where were her reckless parents? Reaching down in one fell swoop, he gingerly grabbed the foal with his massive jaws and placed her down upon his back. Moving carefully, and quickly, he ran on the ground towards the nearest two leggers camp. If he flew, she might fall. He couldn't nurse a foal back to health, but he wouldn't let one die without finding someone who could at least try.

~

A native found her outside their tent. Not knowing how she got there, they only cared that she needed their help. The fed her, and nursed her. Giving her a name for her beautiful spirits will to survive.

Anveena doesn't remember much, but she remembers The White Dragon. Certain that the only reason she remembered him, was because he had killed her family, and almost killed her. She would make it her life's goal, to seek him out, and take his life. Leaving the village when she was able, she set out to practice magics, to strengthen her chances.

Thus, the story of The White Witch, and The White Dragon, begins.