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 Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 10:38 pm
"A....way.....aw....ay...."
Nimue breathed heavily, tasting the metalic flavor of the blood which dripped out from her parted lips. Her breath was like whisps of ghostly smoke against the chilled air of the early summer's eve; still clinging to remnants of spring. Her dark orbs were half lidded as she trudged along this lonesome night, not that one could tell thanks to her blood stained and scratched up skull mask; the only thing keeping her from even more pain. Each step she took shook her frame, limping heavily onto her right side thanks to the deep gash on her front left leg. It could have been worse; her attacker could have torn off much more flesh but she'd managed to land a bite to his face before he could completely immobilize her. Step....step.....she just had to keep telling herself to walk, to ignore the pain which stung at her entire body; her entire being. The blood dripped off her like rain as it left a very obvious trail if one wished to follow. The crazy mare for once had thought it through...who knew that life threatening situations drew the sanity back into her being when she wished for nothing more than ignorant bliss.
The river...she had to make it there. She'd travel downstream till she passed out, or succumbed to a sweet demise; whichever kind event happened first. It wasn't like anyone would miss her when she died; Reaper, although such a kind and wonderful soul to her had the children to worry about. She had left on her own accord, so he wouldn't be responsible for her anymore...she couldn't do that to him - not when she so dearly loved another. He kept his promise to her; protecting her from the dark one and not leaving her alone, and she bore him children that even the gods would be proud of.
Her own daughter, her Airlia would hate her too...she'd probably be happy to hear of her mother's demise after what she'd done to her. Poor dear...she never meant any of it to happen; but her fragile state had been shattered into the dark chaos of her soul when she'd sung the fateful lyrics...the duet which belonged to a certian red haired stallion. Both mares had sustained considerable wounds before parting from one another in fear and agony; she could only hope Airlia had not befallen prey like she had for a hungry monster of the dark.
Her body shuddered from the memory freshly burning in her mind, those eyes...ruthless and cold; hungry for the blood she'd been dripping the whole while. She hadn't stood a chance, slashes from both her daughter's spike clubbed tail and the claws of the skinwalker had tainted her once innocent ivory pelt with wounds and bruises; stained with her own blood. There wasn't a place on the mare which didn't ache and throb from the two attacks, she supposed she deserved it...perhaps this was the god's final torture, final sin to live before she could be sent into the afterlife....maybe her beloved would be there? Or maybe he had been sent somewhere...darker. Would she go there too? Who knew...but Nimue had a feeling she'd find out soon enough.
Reaching the stream, it was both releiving and utterly agonizing when her body sunk below the waters; the wounds filling with the chilled water. Luckily the pain she felt was simply causing her senses to become numb, just like the water was doing to her very body. Boyancy kicked in and she laid her torn and crippled black wings along the calm surface, her body staying afloat with a few kicks of her less injured legs. She floated on downstream, fighting with all her might to remain concious for at least a while longer...then she could rest; perhaps for eternity.
Upon floating for a good fourty minutes, as the woods began to spread out and loose their density which the monsters of the night seemed to enjoy so much; she could remember the bounds of good hearted Soquili that roamed these lands. It was safe enough here; and she managed to kick her way over to the shore; limping out and stumbling a bit thanks to the unstable rocky shoreline. Beyond the few scattered trees lay a vast meadow; alit by the light of the eerie harvest moon that cast the world in a deep orange. Making her way slowly to a late blooming apple tree, she collapsed below the sweet smelling blossoms which floated from the branches on the gentle breeze. A soft smile drew across her bloody lips; dull sapphire eyes tired as a few of the ivory petals became nestled into her long black locks. Lowering her head slowly and carefully onto the ground; her raspy vocals sung out as beautifully as she could for such a state...if she was going; she didn't want to do so in silence.
"Shouldn't let you torture me so sweetly.
Now I can't let go of this dream.
I can't breathe but I feel...
I've completely lost myself, and I don't mind."
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2008 12:59 am
There was a part of him that seemed to recognize such a place yet at the same time it seemed only a place that was locked away within the confines of the dreams that tormented both his mind and his heart. It was like a deadly poison- killing him inside slowly but there was a longing, a yearning to reunite with the source of the poision and eventually build up a tolerance and an immunity to the pain that it administered. From the depths of the past that Ezriel fought hard to push away and leave out of his concious mind, he could do little to soothe the cries from his broken heart concerning the skull maksed mare.
From a brawl that had escalated between father and son, flesh and blood, the fate was dealt that Nimue would be his fathers yet in reality the mare was being used for the satisfaction and revenge of a fallen creature to strike fear into the hearts of the Host of Heaven with offspring so terrifying and so vengeful that the desires of Reaper would lash back at Heaven for what they had done to him. The ghostly pale and crimson maned stallion was left forsaken in hatred and despise while his own father was to seek a new generation of flesh and blood from his beloved Nimue. As days passed and months fleeted, Ezriel tried to fill the absent void left within his heart but nothing, nor anyone, would suffice. Anger had swallowed him and left him in a state that seemed as if darkness eminated from out of his soulless orbs that even so hell itself would unleash its fury upon all those who stumbled upon the same path as the stallion. Even his own son, Rue, had noticed the difference and try to soothe the wounds that lathered his fathers heart but it did little. Ezriel himself knew that there was only one cure to this sickness which plauged him and he would, once again, have to search for the antidote whose keeper remained the very mare of whom had stolen his heart.
To think that this heartache all started with the misjudgement and mistake of his own emotions taking advantage of another which, eventually, led to foals. Damnit! The downhill spiral had begun with him- he was the cause for it and for where he now stood and even Ezriel couldn't deny that it was the incident which had spurred off the start of what trouble laid ruins to the relationship between not only he and Nimue but between he and his father. But as far as his status with his father, that was something that Ezriel didn't have a damn intention on fixing or spending his time trying to mend for the rifts were already fissured upon the surface and the stallions efforts were better spent upon trying to mend what was left between he and Nimue or that was if there was anything left between the two of them.
His mind was isolated within the depths of contemplation and isolation though ever concious and alert if there was anything lurking about or nearby. Every whisper from the wind and every murmur sounded by the crackling of the decayed leaves underfoot passed through his ears yet didn't divert him from walking the pass less trodded as it snaked through the grove of trees and slowly lining up with the stream that idly ran its course.
But amongst the darkness and the music of the night, something was not right as the scent of blood heavily saturated the air nearby and a familiar scent- a scent that was engraved within his memory and triggered bitter sweet memories with arose from the ashes of chaos and loss. The stallions ears sat erected upon his head, nostrils intaking the air deeply as his voidless orbs of purest black scanned the surroundings while a strange, sickly sensation caused his stomach to knot up and twist. Restlessly his spaded, spiked devils tail flicked behind him as he made his way deeper onto the lone path as it shifted itself alongside to run parallel with the stream. With little moonlight being able to penetrate through the small grove of trees which stretched and protected the stream, the stallions eyes widened slightly as his very breath was stripped from him.
Across from the stream whose rocky shore led a trail of something up towards a small alcove meadow, Ezriel narrowed his eyes towards a figure who laid collapsed underneath an apple tree whose own blossoms seemed oddly late for a debute. At first glance it was impossible to think that the figure could be her- it was damn right silly! But as he turned his head away and took a step forward to continue walking a voice, one that was worn and tired, seemed to sing out.
It was a song. A song which he wasn't familiar with but the voice- that voice struck a sensative and familiar part of him that caused the stallion to grind his teeth together and gasp slightly, his chest tightening as his head lowered and for several moments remained unable to look upwards. While the voice continued to sing in such a weary state, a scent lingered and hung within the air which only seemed to bear witness that the one off in the distance was truly-
"Nimue," he gasped, a low whisper as his eyes locked back upon the figure within the alcove of trees.
Ezriel's mind began to race, his heart beating furiously against his chest as he deviated from off of the path and down the rocky, sloped surface down to the flat terrain where the stream coursed with a rather unexpected fierocity. With the recently passed winter, the snow still caked and plastered itself heavily upon the mountains that the runoff was rather powerful and still retaining that chilling bite. As the stallion intook a deep breath, he narrowed his gaze upon the mare and crossed thorugh the stream, silently treading up the rocky shore and up the grass to where the entrance of the well sought sanctuary rested along with the broken soul inside.
There was a part of him that simply couldn't speak nor did he know what to say. Could it be that his dreams were getting the better of him and leading him astray to an illusion? Ezriel grimmaced as he continued staring upon the mare while he could feel his heart wilt and solace a cry of sorrow as to see the mare in such a state. She was bruised, bloodied with gashes and scars lathering her body as well as crimson matting and streaked across her pure, white coat which now remained tainted and tarnished with blood. Her blood. The stallion remained on the outside of the small alcove, his eyes glazed over with tears that had yet to trail from his eyes as he desperately tried to hold them back. His forelegs trembled, buckling as he lowered his head, cursing low and scorning himself for everything and for what had happened. It wasn't suppose to be like this; it never was suppose to be like this! But now, now the one whom had stolen his heart appeared defeated and close to being taken away and able to slumber on for all of eternity.
Squeezing his eyes tight as he shook his head, Ezriel opened his eyes and slowly entered the small alcove as he settled himself by her side, staring at her as his chest tightened even more fiercely and his emotions began to crash into him within and from all sides.
"Nimue....."
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2008 1:50 am
A song, even a small verse left her painfully cringing as her flesh tremored from the pain. Breathing had become a chore, each breath stretching her ribs to irritate the wounds battering across her sides. The blood slowly pooled from each slash across ivory; dripping over and streaming down her sides as the once cool and soft ground below her became sticky and warm. Keeping her eyes closed, the wounded mare lowered her head onto the grass whole trying to breathe in the calming scents of the world around her. It would have been such a peaceful place if she hadn't intruded and caused the land to have a sullen sort of feel; as if she was waiting for that oh so famous welcoming white light. The only light she had for comfort was the soft glowing moon slowly climbing up the midnight skies.
Nimue could feel her blood chilling; as was the rest of her body as it had nothing to keep the heat confined in her living frame. Cracking open her sapphire orbs from amongst the shadows of her feared mask, the world around her began to blurr in her line of vision; but she knew why...she was tired; too tired. "Ugghh...." She whined out, biting her lip painfully...why her, why now? Why was she hanging on when everything was clearly telling her to pass on from this world and stop enduring such inhumane pain. Fate was telling her to go...but there was something that made her stay...something that just wouldn't stop resurfacing and cutting at the fabrics of her own mind. It was that same someone who unbeknownst to her wasn't as unobtainable as she expected.
Immediately her eyes began to water, the hot tears rolling down her mask and dripping onto her legs; cleansing the blood and dirt from her ivory pelt. "Ezriel..." She sobbed, drawing her head down to rest upon her curled right leg, leaving her left outstretched to her side since she couldn't bend it with such a horrendous chunk missing from it. Tossing her head back a moment, she swallowed hard to keep herself from wracking her body with gasps and sobs; it would only make it worse. She wanted him...to see him, feel him....have him even talk to her again. Yet how could she even expect such kindness when she showed him nothing but anger; anger to his son, anger at him....she was a mess. Nearly killing little Rue and wounding Ezriel in the process; no wonder she'd not seen him since that day. It was the day her soul died a bit; the second stallion in her life she thought could love again, be happy with again and she blew it.
"Why....Why do you torment me so...." She cried to the heavens, locking her eyes on the glittering stars hanging in the sea of ebony between the rustling canopy of leaves above. No one would hear her cries...they never heard anything she had to say.
Perking her ears up from admist her tangled locks of hair she could hear a thunderous train of steps across the ground; then shifting and creaking the rocks along the other side of the shore. He'd found her, the skinwalker followed her here to finish the job once and for all. Nimue wouldn't even be allowed a peaceful death; instead she'd writhe and cry as her flesh torn off her bones while she still gasped and breathed...only able to find death in the midsts of pain from the devil itself. Although it was agonizing her body began to tremor, her legs wanting to move out of instinct but simply slipped and remained against the ground from the ammount of blood below her soaking into the terra. This was it....she could only cry as she could feel the presence of the large being make its way up the shore and slowly towards where her broken body lay. Such an easy meal she was....Nimue almost could have laughed at herself if she wasn't the sight to behold.
But that wasn't the case, instead of feeling the sharp rip of enlarged canines sink into her flesh; the sting of an oh so familliar voice calling her name snapped her eyes open. No....how could the gods be so cruel to let her start hallucinating now; it seemed they would dish her one last moment of happiness before stripping her away into the eternal darkness.
Slowly turning her head, sore tear filled eyes lay on the white legs of the stallion, locks of crimson pooled around his cloven hooves like a waterfall. Drawing her eyes skywards; they met with the endless voids he called his eyes, noting the spark even in the darkness of the night. Her body tightened as she realized it was none other than Ezriel...his look, his voice, his smell....it was him; the real him. No matter how much she could remember of the handsome stallion she couldn't hallucinate him so purely in his form. With a quiver of her lip as she coughed up a bit of blood onto the cool grass; she licked the residue away with her tongue in habit to at least look decent. He was here....but why? Was he here to exact revenge for what she had done to him, to Rue?
"Ez....riel...." She breathed, only to be startled as he settled down at her side, she would have protested that he'd be laying in blood but she hadn't the heart.
What a sight she would have been, torn up, near death; obvious her malnutrition over the past moons still visible as her ribs protruded from her torn up sides. She instinctively leaned into his frame; letting her body settle into a bit of peace amist the sea of pain which raged through her entirety. She couldn't look him in the eyes, the shame and hopelessness was too much that even Nimue wouldn't weigh onto him.
"W....why are you here? I don't....understand." She tried to uphold her composeur, but it was no use. The tears wouldn't cease falling just as the space where her heart should have been wouldn't stop burning in her chest.
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2008 8:11 pm
His mind found itself to become wracked with emotions- deadly concoctions of emotions ranging from sadness, anger and sorrow in seeing the mare in her current state. Something or someone had certainly sought to kill her as it was obvious that whatever had attacked the mare left its marks embedded within gashes and gauges yet thankfully the mare was alive, or at least for the moment. Somehow it seemed as if luck was on his side as neither Reaper nor he and Nimues offspring seemed within range though the stallion only prayed to whatever gods were listening that none of them would search for the mare. At last the two wounded souls could reunite! Though for the moment Ezriel remained uncertain as to how his presence would be received since the last time both fallen angel and rebellious renegade had met it escalated into a tragedy with a near loss of the life of his son, Rue and a wounded eye on his account while Nimue felt...betrayed by him.
Even the recollection of the past seemed to hold a distasteful bite at the back of his mind and the only thing the stallion could do to retaliate and press it back into the confines of his mind was to close his eyes tightly and grind his teeth together.
His severed heart, or what remained of it, ached. To think that if he hadn't- if he hadn't fallen victim to his own emotions before with Eponine that this could have been avoided. But that was the past. Ezriel nor anyone else could change the past and it was something he had to live with. As he accepted it he also felt that burden, that horrible weight upon his shoulders knowing that because of him...it was because of him.
Ezriel shook his head with a slightl flare of his nostrils, eyes closed tight as he grimmaced.
No.
There were so many vices and situations which added to the current predicament of Nimue and himself that he couldn't stand alone. Greed and envy, lust, had led his father to want Nimue for himself- to bring rise to a generation which the gods themselves would fear but for him to say that he loved her was a damn lie. If he would have loved her than he wouldn't have let the mare deteriorate or done something, damnit- anything! His chest tightened while his forelegs trembled; that sensation, that looming presence within the back of his mind was very much alive yet remained a part of him and something that he could never shake. Since foalhood and even till now, that unseen, dark entitiy loomed within his head and even now he could feel it sickly stirring up his hatred for his own father. But even so that wasn't important. Not now at least.
White, ghostly ears perked upwards as his name was spoken; he rose his head upwards and pulled it back hesitantly while the sticky, still warm liquid underneath saturated and matted his fur. Even so the stallion knew very well what it was yet refrained from pointing out such a thing as it would most likely only make Nimue's realization of her current state even more real if it wasn't already.
For a small moment, the stallion remained silent. The uncertainty of the situation between the two broken souls remained unknown as to how it would unfold yet a slight expression of surprise managed to cross his face as the mare leaned into him. Feeling her body press against his, feeling that presence, that comfort that she had given him seemed to rekindle a small flame within him as Ezriel looked towards her and heaved a soft breath. He could feel her bones through her worn and aching body as he breathed softly while his voidless orbs were fixed upon her. Silence seemed to duet with nights own symphony of nature although it was finally broken as a question was posed.
Why was he here?
In an instant his mind began to become floodded with reasons, excuses and anything that would avoid attempted conflict and a dispute between them. But there was no excuse that could exempt from the honest truth of why, why of all places, he had come here. It was simple wasn't it? He had come for her. He could see everything about her- no, he knew more about her than she perhaps thought she did.
Though he wasn't a fallen angel from the midsts of Heaven and its hosts, Ezriel knew damn well about the pains that came from betrayal, loss and heartache. The problems which she hid away he knew or had experienced and that need to push people away and to try to find an ounce of solitude within a chaotic world was the everyday struggle. When hearts became cold, locked within itself and buried deep which no one could reach seemed the typical diagnosis of the forsaken and the pained. It killed Ezriel inside; He wanted to be where she was, he wanted to be with her, he wanted to be by her side. Whatever the fates, hell or any invalid and threat threw Ezriel wanted to be there with her.
There was love once between them. Even though the feud between them had left unseen wounds all across where their hearts should be, the stallions love for the fallen angel had never withered nor decayed.
"Nimue," he softly spoke, lowering his head towards her as he carefully draped both neck and head acorss her neck. "I came ...for you. I didn't think that I would find you but this whole time...ever since you gave yourself to Reaper I vowed that I would win you back- I promised myself that I would fight for you or die trying." The mere thought of the tribulations which the two of them had endured only made him grimmace slightly while his jowls remained clenched together but he managed to breathe through his nostrils and exhale a breath that was peaceful, still and reserved.
"I hurt you- I did things that I regret and I wish that I could change the damn past but I can't," he continued, his chest tightening with a vice grip as from the corner of his eyes small tears began to welt from his eyes and trail down his muzzle.
"But I never stopped loving you."
With jaws clenched, the stallion sucked through a great breath as his walls began to break. That pain that had haunted him and toiled upon his chest was singing its unsung solace while there was a part of him that was rejoicing in a final reunion. Though silently the stallion only prayed that it wouldn't be the last- oh god, if he could hear this stallions plead he simply only wished that tonight would finally bring them together; the way it was and was once suppose to be.
Ezriel closed his eyes as several tears managed to fall down below upon the mare.
"Don't make this the last goodbye, Nimue...."
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 1:10 am
Nimue, admist the pieces and chaos of her cursed mind knew that the stallion currently supporting her in both body and soul wasn't the single catalyst of this series of unfortunate events. Oh no...there was much more than to meet the eye. The temptation which drew the sad soul of Ezriel to Eponine, the meeting between Nimue and Reaper; the battle of flesh and blood. Foals, on both of their behalfs with someone wrong for them but not entirely a bad thing at the same time...it didn't help that Ezriel had been cursed here in the mortal lands and Nimue sharing her own curse amongst the heavens; destiny had clashed the moment they'd met as the gods and fate dueled on the fate of the two tragic lovers.
Such a cruel twist of fate it was.
Even as Nimue lay in what very well could have been her death bed, the mare hadn't felt more alive than she had in the moment his neck and head curled around to embrace her own. Inhaling softly she could intake the scent of pine rooted deep in the confines of his long ruby locks; entwining with her own tendrils of night. Her chest fluttered at such close proximity, his warm breaths tickling at her neck which caused her flesh to crawl. Yet such actions were but mere whispers compared to his words; her body burned at each mutterance, each tensing of his muscles as he poured out his soul to her. His words made her body tremble once more; not in pain (even if it caused a bit) but of all the emotions she'd pent up inside after she lost him to the blue mare.
"Ezriel..."
She choked out as he spoke, although tentively listened as he went on.
After losing her everything...her mate, her happiness, her status amongst the gods and Angeni; perhaps it was she who worsened the curse as she believed that she would never be entitled to experience such happiness again. Was it so wrong to smile? To be loved? To laugh and share the joys of the world with someone else? He'd chosen to end his own life...as dearly as she wished to try and save him he was too far gone, her love to strong to deny him his wish to die even if it meant that she would suffer. To put him out of his pain even at the cost of adopting all of that pain and suffering onto herself hadn't crossed her mind to reject; instead Nimue had welcomed it with open arms. The gods had other things in mind, she'd in essence lost herself when she died and was reborn upon this planet. If she had allowed her mate to die so easily...who was she to still try and reach for eden?
She shouldn't....but if she didn't she would be stripping another of their chance of eden and bliss. Could she really deny Ezriel that chance that he'd been fighting for in such determination and perseverence just because of her past sins? Nimue had been reborn into something she wasn't before; it was a rough start, but a new one none the less. Didn't that mean she was given a new slate away from her past sins? Was her future so tied with the past that she couldn't have one?
No.
Nimue wouldn't allow all that Ezriel was fighting for to be in vain, to allow her own second life to be in vain.
"My life has revolved around pain....Nimue wasn't supposed to be given a chance of happiness in this new life, pain...just pain...." She began, but stopped abruptly when warm droplets splashed against her neck and slid slowly down to her nape. Blue orbs fluttered up to the large stallion's face, drawing in the sight of the voidless orbs....crying. It was a heartwrenching sight to see the sparkle she once adored to vanish and leave nothing but painful tears emerging from the abyss.
The mare couldn't help it when her own eyes began to water, sparkling tears rolling down her haunting mask.
"Its....been nothing but pain since we met...You wern't supposed to be good to me...you wern't supposed to bring me joy.." Inahling sharply in a sob; she shook her head as dark tendrils fell over her eyes. "Nimue will only bring pain to Ezriel, no matter what...pain....pain...." No...she couldn't keep this up; she wanted to speak clearly, with fluent words from the depths of her soul. Thus, despite the pain, Nimue moved her legs to slowly force the mask off her face and flick it to the side with her horn. She was never proud to take off her mask...but with it gone she did not have to suffer through his eyes, to see life jaded.
The pain was a hefty price to pay for her sanity; but right now she felt like she had millions to spare.
"Ezriel....my darling..." Her voice was lighter despite the sadness which laced her vocals; "Being with me will bring you nothing but pain and heartache, it was how it was meant to be. Without my heart...I cannot love you like I want to...like I ache to. It isn't mind to give...for I gave it to someone who left with it when he left this world. To find him...would be nothing short of a miracle; even then I don't know if he kept it...or will give it back."
Nimue winced as a soft breeze picked up, blowing across the exposed tissues as it felt close to a thousand needles pricking at the nerves. She wasn't done yet though.
"I cannot live without the mask...but while it is cursed I cannot be who you need me to be....I will not have my sanity; and will not be able to think straight. Like Reaper...he knew we could not be together not only for the fact I could not stop thinking about you...but like everything...I am also cursed to forget it all...what kind of a mate can I be when I can forget you even exist!" She broke down, crying loudly once more as the pain her entire body screamed at her for was almost unbearable to remain consious....but she had to....just a bit longer.
"Being with me will pit you against the gods, too...is that something you want to risk for you....for Rue?" She was actually a bit suprised that he wasn't around seeing as he didn't want to leave Ezriel's side.
Nimue wouldn't force Ezriel to leave her so he'd be happy and safe, but at the same time he needed to know the truth so that it all wouldn't be a suprise to him when the next tragedy struck or fate decided to be cruel.
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 12:44 pm
Those moments, the past once caused him to waste away into a vengeful, hateful soul whose only craving sought for payback against his own flesh and blood. But the stallion who laid beside the fallen Angeni was different; he had changed drastically from the once secluded and silent foal he once was. He had conquered and learned to harness the inner darkness, the demon within him, experienced things that some would never experience until later in life and, in turn, had matured greater than most due to what the fates and gods had thrown him as a deemed destiny or fate. That need for revenge still filtered through his pulsing veins, the cry for blood still left a yearning, bitter taste within his mouth yet the mutant knew better- it was something that separated himself from his father; Ezriel accepted it. Anyone would have the right to rebel against those above and waiver but there comes a time where one simply can do nothing. Life was for living, that was obvious, and there were things which the stallion would always fight against and fight for and that sole reason of which he would devote his life to he laid beside.
Everything that he ever wanted he had finally found and, for now, he could only hope that this would not be their last goodbye.
His senses felt awakened while his heart beat with a newfound rhythm while he couldn't help but find him self to feel alive and more real around the mare. There was a part of him that felt as if it was slowly healing, old wounds closing as he was realizing that there was much more than simple feelings; there was love. Though Ezriel could only hope that these feelings weren't only shared one way, he softly exhaled and nuzzled deeply into her curly locks of mane, in taking her enticing and elegant scent as he closed his eyes momentarily pleading for some unseen force to stop time just this night.
The wind seemed to whisper amongst the boughs of the pines with a stillness that would cause the deaf ear to harken as the nights symphony seemed to die down. Overhead the full moon loomed amongst the scattered, cirrus clouds which was strung and adorned with a canvas of deep navy and sparkling diamonds within its elegant tapestry- a night that felt as if it was meant for a reunion of souls and entwined destinies. But at the same time the world felt so small or perhaps everything did since the only real, tangible thing that mattered was right in front of him. For once he could feel warmth, light filtering through his soul as he intook a deep breath and exhaled slowly; love was all that mattered afterall and it made everything seem so small.
Happiness had always been fleeting from the mutant- something which he once believed he would never be a candidate for nor something that he could ever obtain. He had seen kindness and love from his mother and Glamrock, from strangers and the mare known as Malis, from his friend Tal and others but this? Ezriel never believed such a thing when he was a colt, never in his damn dreams had he imagined that he'd be 'worthy' to truly experience such a thing but it seemed that it was something that the fates had allowed or let slip through. Was it silly to say that the fallen Angeni had stolen his heart when truly he had long given it to her? Perhaps. But the feelings that stirred within him only reaffirmed the truth to the stallion over and over again.
Love.
It was love.
He had been fighting for so long that it felt as if the battle was soon to decide its final fate, the next scene of the tragedy was to be unveiled. Ezriel could feel it; even the way she spoke his name made his stomach knot, twisting and turning as his attention was focused upon Nimue and his heart waited on edge for whatever was to be spoken.
Pain. His mind seemed to become flooded with the images and scattered recollection of 'pain'. There were many that were bitter and so few that were sweet which eluded to the fact that certainly he had caused some which lead that slight burden to be hoisted upon his shoulders. Pain was something that both wayward souls were so familiar with- an unseen invalid that become more like a constant companion than an inflicted sensation. His head shifted, still lying upon her neck while sparse tears, the majority of them still behind withheld, trickled down his face and onto her curly, black locks. For now he remained silent, listening as it felt that his heart solaced with the unheard cry while guilt and remorse nipped at his mind. A small grimace strung itself across his maw as his ears flickered anxiously.
Her spoken words made him tense slightly, posture stiffen as he jowls grit together. It was hard to deny that their first meeting had erupted in incidents of pain and heartache but was it so wrong to say that he was never suppose to be good to her? There was something inside of Nimue which he could relate to- something that he knew so well and was so familiar. He had faced pain before and he could face it again; Nimue was worth it. Come hell or high waters he couldn't- no, damn it! He couldn't let her slip away again! Ezriels heart wouldn't be able to handle it once more.
A breath exhaled roughly from out of his nostrils as the stallion shook his head from side to side. "Whatever the damn world throws at me I'll take it- just to be with you Nimue. If the whole ******** world wants me to taste of pain, to feel of pain then I'll gladly take it all just to be with you..."
The stallion watched as her mask slid from off of her face, her scarred face showing its true form once again as it once had before when Rue was only a young colt fresh out of his basket. His chest tightened as his brows furrowed, his forelegs trembling as the waves of emotions and feelings continued bombarding within him and crashing against both mind and soul. His ears harkened as Nimue continued yet her voice- her voice was lighter though the audible sadness which gripped it was al to clear within her vocals. Yet even so it didn't keep the inflicting pain front seizing his heart in learning more of the unknown truth concerning the fallen Angeni and her heart. It felt at that moment as if everything was being thrown at him- reasons for him to give up and find a futile defeat in not being with the one whom he loved so dearly, the one who made him feel wholesome and something more beyond a mass of flesh and blood. Damn the fates and gods! It was if at this moment they were finally able to revel in his defeat and certainly the cheers above were to solace of how the cursed son of the rebellious one was experiencing what was forever to be his fate; sadness and sorrow.
He'd be damned if he gave up this early.
"Pain and heartache mean nothing to me, Nimue," the stallion lifted his head up slightly, looking into the mares eyes as his own void-less orbs held a flickering light amid the darkness. "But whose to say you still cannot love me without your heart? I don't care! Whatever it ******** takes, I'll do it. We've come so damn far and only to be stopped?" Ezriel shook his head, tears streaming down his face. "The worst thing is loving someone and letting it go to waste and you're the only thing I have left. I'll do whatever it takes to find him."
That same soft breeze wisped about some of his ruby locks before his eyes, shielding away most of the tears from falling upon the mare below. His very chest ached. He couldn't accept that he was suppose to let go as even still there were more given reasons, more excuses for him to simply throw in the towel and give up and as stubborn as he was he was the stallion dug his hooves into the ground.
He wasn't going anywhere.
"I don't expect you to be anyone that you're not Nimue! I never have! Even before when you couldn't even think straight or couldn't keep sane I didn't give a damn! I loved you then and I can still love you now- what makes it so damn complicated for me to love you like I did before this mess? I want to be with you, I always want to be with you. I'll remind you every day that I love you, every day that you mean the whole damn world to me. Even if you forget that I exist I'll still be here." His voice was strong though sadness and a stubborn determination which wouldn't waiver was clear. Love was a powerful thing and it kept its grip upon him and made him realize that it was something he didn't want to lose again.
Again the stallion shook his head. "I've always been pitted against the gods since I am my fathers son. What more can they do? Perhaps we'll give them an even greater force to fear then- give them a hell of a run for whatever they have."
For the moment his thought subsided, his mind reverting back to his son. Ezriel pursed his lips slightly. Though his son wasn't in truth the brightest, his outlook was far superior and bright than Ezriels own which surprisingly built up an inner strength in the stallion and a foundation of insight. It was likely that the gods themselves also held both Rue and Cassiel within their sights as vile and horrid creature for the curse of Reaper had clung onto his offspring and to himself. If anything Rue would be able to at least anger the gods and fates with his uncanny optimism and outlook since there was nothing that ever seemed to thwart the clumsy boy.
"Rue," he replied, "is already pitted against the gods. But he wants me to be happy. He...wants to see us happy."
It was strange to think that even still Rue's skewed reality of believing that Nimue was his mother still clung to his beliefs and solid outlook yet he was selfless- he wanted his own father to find happiness with his 'mother' and always wanted to help out or at least be by his fathers side. Though it was to be expected that the young stallion should have been present, Rue wasn't too far away and left being attended by a friend of Ezriels only making sure that he didn't get himself into any trouble or wander too far.
"But even so there is nothing else I have to lose. Nothing else matters except for you and Rue- that's all that I have left. So let the gods pit whatever the ******** they want against us! Let them throw out all their damn-tastic tricks, tragedy and fate- they can't stop us. No one can stop us."
A small smile managed to curl upon his maw as he lowered his head, resting it once again upon the mares neck.
"Whose to say you have to live alone and conquer everything on your own. Its impossible to do every ******** thing on your own but I want to be there with you. Whatever comes your way, whatever damn odds stand against us we'll carry on and overcome." Gently the stallion inched his muzzle close to her ear and whispered softly.
"Nothing will ever make me stop loving you, Nimue."
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