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 Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 7:42 am
He stood on the hill, a solemn figure in the distance. He was standing so still that if his hair had not been blowing in the wind, one would wonder if he were real or not. His eyes, recently filled with new love and hope were now as dark and empty as they had been many years before. His muscles were stiff, one could imagine that taking a step would shatter the stallion into a thousand pieces. His heart was heavy with pain. His mind heavy with thought and his soul heavy with the emptiness that had recently reclaimed its territory. He thought that nothing could hurt him more than losing his father and he found himself questioning that very thing. Weighing one pain against the other. Betrayed by his son he could understand. He had never been anything much to Ezriel. He was never around as a father and when he had been, it was too late. To think that after talking with his parents, he had hope to fix the bond between them. No, Ezriel hated him. For only a deep hatred could allow a creature with a heart to do what had been done to Reaper. At least when he fought for Nimue, Ezriel had not been in love. He could see it in his eyes as well as his actions. Reaper loved her. Had loved her. How could his son hurt him in such a way? Payback for his own cruel actions? The only difference was that Reaper had changed. Had. A dry laugh came forth from the stallion at that thought. How easily he had stepped away from his original goal, all because of a mare and family. The fact he thought he could be happy, have a normal life. Become a good father, it was all a joke from the start. He never stood a chance. Ezriel had no love or respect for his father and his father could not blame him. It proved that things could not get better. That things only got worse. Hope was never a possibility. Nimue's betrayal hit him harder. They were friends, perhaps even best friends. He felt that they had connected on a spiritual level which was stronger than anything that could be felt physically or mentally. Perhaps that was him looking for something that was not really there. Something he wanted to believe had been there. They were so similar, their tragic pasts, experiences, he felt like.. he had found that other piece of him. Perhaps she was the final punishment from the gods. The one to give him a taste of heaven but then show him that he was not good enough for it. That his life would never be anything more than Hell. He had loved her, he was sure of it. It was unlike anything he had felt before. His dark beauty.. To not be told.. to find it whispered into the wind, gossiped about in such a way... it was the ultimate disrespect. The large stallion grit his teeth tightly and looked around. Why was he here? Why did he continue to keep an eye on Gabriel, making sure he did not kill his family? Perhaps he should unleash his son like a rabid wolf. Nothing more than that whore deserved. As soon as the words were thought of, he winced. He did not want to think of her in such a way. He wanted to believe that what he had.. had been special. If it had though, wouldn't she have told him? She had her insane moments but she was always lucid enough when it came to him. She would have known how much this would hurt him. Perhaps that was why she had not come. Perhaps in the end, she did not trust him. Was afraid of him. It was hard to tell. He didn't give a rats a** one way or another. Everything he thought existed was gone. Everything that had been building up that had been pure and good and wonderful was stripped away. He had been so close to changing.. it was good that this happened. It made him hard. He hated life once more. He hated those around him. He would stay away from his family. He would leave Gabriel to do whatever he wanted instead of try to protect those he had cared for. ******** them all. They weren't worth his love or respect. Ungrateful bastards didn't know it was there anyway. So much was taken for granted. So much was assumed of him. They never knew how much he cared and they would never find out. They could die and he would not shed a tear. They were dead to him and he would not open himself up to another again. ((If anyone is interested in joining, toss me a pm! Reaper is totally up for meeting others. Either a fight could break out, or maybe he could make a friend that would bring him a bit back down to that nice, calm place. XD ))
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 10:35 am
It seemed nowadays she couldn't sneeze without the whole land knowing; but it didn't suprise her...with her looks and the trouble she ended up getting into it was no wonder that the normals had nothing better to do that keep tabs on her life.
Speaking of life...what had happened to it?
The incredible jumps from bliss to utter agony were suprising for even the crazed mare, and it was times like this where she almost wished for the bliss of her derranged mind to kick in. Yet with everything that had been going on since her 'rebirth' she's gained a new understanding to view her life; given it was imperfect but what was she to hope for thanks to her curse? Surely the gods wouldn't let her off that easy by being sent off to earth? Oh no...Nimue was certianly the home wreaker; and it always seemed to be her home. First with Ezriel, oh how scorned she'd been that the one friend and what seemed to be developing love had gone and slept with another mare! How can you possibly be anything but with the first person who'd shown you affection and kindness after so many had left you and scorned your very existance. Alone, confused and emotionally scarred after what had happened to her ex mate...no wonder she had felt something stirr so soon to that red maned stallion.
Perhaps...it should have clued into her what would have happened when after once more scorned; the kindess of another drove her to him. Unfortunately this time it had been with none other than his father. Perhaps it had all been a sick joke by bored deities...but they were kindred spirits; joined by pain and suffering, he made her understand that the gods were not always divine on their judgement and corruption even reigned in the clouds. It had given the mare a peace of mind that maybe; just maybe she wasn't really the cause of her love's death. A friendship had bloomed; after everything he'd done for her including protection for the shadow monster...she had no problems in offering her body for foals; she could feel the lonliness Reaper felt for being almost one of a kind (asides from the parents he had yet to meet during said time) and in a sense...her own lonliness too. From there; everything changed for the worse.
Perhaps if she'd been anyone else; she would have more readily clued in on the fact that Reaper had been falling for her, there wasn't denying it that even without her heart there had been a very similar stirring in her chest like she'd felt for Ezriel. If only the circumstances had been different, if only she'd met Reaper first then perhaps the two tortured souls would have found a happily ever after.
However, it didn't work that way. She couldn't deny what stirred in her when she thought of that red haired stallion, even without a heart...something was there; and always was...even after being scorned and so angered at Ezriel for what had happened. It was unfortunate indeed for her to run into him after the fight between her and Airlia, but even now as she strolled to where Reaper had been sighted she was hesitant. A part of her wanted to run, never see the dark angel ever again and not face the inevitable talk, or even fight...perhaps she could have done it; but this time...she was prepared.
Although the pain was intense, she'd left her skull mask with Ezriel as she exposed the wrath of the gods which was her face to the world. Without her mask she was lifted from the curse to see with his eyes...sanity once more in her grasp. Nimue didn't wish this pain on anyone...but she knew it would be a bigger insult to Reaper if she tried to live a lie; that she didn't have feelings for Ezriel. Even moreso; if she didn't at least see him...explanations probably wouldn't be needed, she had no doubt that she was the very last Soquili he wanted to see. Yet she had to try...had to at least give her daughter that hated her at the moment a chance to still have her father in her life.
It was the least she could do for the family which had, or would grow to hate her. Sabriel, Gabriel, Airlia...she was sure she'd never see any of them again; hell, she didn't even know what she looked like all grown up. It had been so long since she'd seen Gabriel and Sabriel....and Airlia was still a foal when she ran off.
Nimue was scared...not because it was Reaper; but for his emotions. Ever since she met him he seemed so in controll and she was nervous if that had changed since finding out; but who in their sane or insane minds wouldn't be? Wounds still healing over from her battle; he could easily kill her...but it was a chance she was willing to take. She couldn't hurt him, not then, not now...she just wasn't that kind of mare.
Moving up the hill, her chest tightened as she could see him standing like a statue on the peak; her walk slow thanks to her gentle limp. Nimue could have flied save for her feathers had been damaged; and walking felt like a safer bet anyways. The air felt heavy as to be expected as she neared; stopping in her tracks a few feet away from him...he most definately would want his space from her.
What would you even say in her situation? For a few moments she remained silent, in thought. Nothing seemed to be appropriate for the situation, thus, Nimue simply spoke the truth.
"I...have no doubt things have gotten back to you before I could. I assume you have nothing to say to me other than bad things, and nothing that I could say could change anything....I come here not for me....but please, Gab - ....Reaper. Hear me out about Airlia at least...and I will be gone forever if you wish it so."
If it wasn't for the excrutiating pain of going maskless; Nimue would have ditched it long ago....it was so much easier to talk normally; than to have a mind plauged with fragments of information which usually didn't fit together as is.
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 4:29 pm
He was at a loss for words when she neared. Why had she come? How dare she come after and not before. What did she have to say? He didn't really care one way or another. She wasn't wearing her mask but she had always been beautiful to him. It was one of the many things he wished to forget about her and having her near him now did not make him happy.
He was so conflicted. On one level he hoped she would find happiness with Ezriel and a peace of mind but on the other, he hoped, he hoped with all his heart that Ezriel would somehow ******** it up. That she would wake up one day and regret the decision she made. That they both would. He didn't expect the latter to happen. Neither one of them really seemed to give a damn for him. Hell, the only time Nimue had was when she was crazy.
"You should not assume a damn thing about me, mare," he replied cooly as anger flashed in his eyes. "I have nothing to say to you." He would have turned and left on the spot if his daughter's name had not been mentioned. "What of Airlia?" Was his daughter in some kind of trouble? He had not seen the girls in a long time but he cared for them a great deal. He loved them as much as he loved the sonuvabitch he had for a son, even though he had spent a lot more time with Gabriel.
It bothered him that Gabriel hated him as much as he did his mom and sisters. He had hoped to change Gabriel but it was a difficult task. His son was so stubborn. The only thing that kept Gabriel from attacking him was his large spikes. Even his son knew not to mess with him.
He had always had a soft spot for Airlia. She seemed the most like him and not just physically. They also shared something Sabriel, Gabriel and Nimue would never understand. The pain of the spikes, the never-ending flow of blood. Though he would not admit it for parents were not supposed to have favorites, Airlia was his. If anything had hurt her, he would tear them apart slowly. They'd beg for death by the time he was through.
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 5:33 pm
Nimue winced, perhaps still unbeliving that things had become so cold between them...but a part of her knew it could be no other way. Reaper was a proud stallion, and so was his son. The uncanny father son similarities were mind boggling; but Reaper was still reaper with his dealings of the heavens and gentle gruffness about him. Ezriel was of course Ezriel; tormented not by the gods but of the very mortals of the land. She had been nothing but a fool to believe he never understood her, sure, he was not there when the corruption of heaven began; but he had felt the pain she lived with the moment he lost to Reaper in battle. If things had been different; it would have been like she too had died to him.
Nimue wondered what would have happened to everyone if she had just thrown herself off the cliffs like her mate had done; but not everyone would win so it wasn't an option.
Swallowing, she adverted her eyes down to the ground in thought before casting them to the side as if to gaze over the lands for their daughter. Despite her condition she knew both girls well as she had assumed primary care since Reaper was trying to controll and change their son. She knew Sabriel was fine, she was a cunning little fox in disguise and could easily get herself out of undesireable conditions need be. She seemed the less of it compared to the two extreme's of Airlia and Gabriel...but she too was a natural killer; just with a uniquely soloist and masked way of doing so.
Airlia on the otherhand...like Gabriel she most took after her father in looks; and herself in personality. The skulled mare could see the confusion in her eyes; the ongoing battle of Insanity vs. Sanity but she also had the simultanious war of Evil vs. Good. Really; she could be swayed one way or the other but she remembered one thing vividly while watching them.
"Ever since she could talk straight; she spoke nothing but you when she did speak. I know she wants nothing more than to be just like you; im sure its because of the blood you share. We...we both ran into difficulties a while back; we fought from our own mental colliding curses. I was scared of what I had done so I left; and I know she did too. If anything I am concerned because she would have come straight to you like she always wanted to...but if she has not yet then something must be keeping her from returning to you other than Gabriel. She mentioned once she wouldn't approach when you were with him; if I know her well enough than its because she'd be a third wheel and she still wants you to train her like she wanted you to all this time."
Nimue had advised Airlia not to go to Reaper when Gabriel was around, and perhaps her daughter had grown some resentment to her from that but Nimue believed it for the best. She had a haunch that Reaper kept her son away from the girls and herself not only because he was training him...but from the very day he was born he wouldn't interact with any of them unless forced. Nimue hadn't seen him since that day...but call it mother's intuituon; perhaps Gabriel was more cursed than either she or Reaper.
"I am in no condition to be looking for her now...nor would she come if I called out to her. She needs you Reaper in her life...if not for my final wishes, than for her well being; please go find her and make sure she's okay?" Nimue wanted to cry, oh she already felt the corners of her dark eyes well up; but she wouldn't let them fall. She wasn't ashamed of what she did, but she was in agony that there would always be someone scorned in these situations.
Yet she knew that if even when she was insane she could care and enjoyed being with Reaper...there had to be someone whole and perfectly sane who could see plainly what even she could see through clouded eyes. If she was able to find a peace where her heart could lay happily; than he would too...she'd hope for it with ever fiber of their being because even in the end...Reaper still was one of her best and only friends; even if such sentiments would be one sided now.
So she stood; unsure wether now would be a good time to leave or if Reaper would head to find their daughter. So she stood; waiting to see what would happen next.
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2008 11:07 am
Reaper closed his eyes, trying to mask the pain that came over him. It hurt so much just to talk to her. He didn't understand why their daughter wanted to be like him. He couldn't even keep the mare he had rightfully won. He was nothing but a failure.
"She'd never be a third wheel," he commented honestly, "I don't spend my time with Gabriel because I want to. He wants me gone as much as I'd like to be free of it. He's.. twisted. The only thing that keeps him from turning on me is my body. I worry if he did not have me haunting him like his own shadow, he'd turn on you and the girls. I sometimes wonder if he had truly been born without a heart. I suppose that's not my place any more though, eh?," he said, his voice dripping heavy with sarcasm. "Let my eldest son protect you from our son. It's his duty, now."
Reaper turned and tore at the ground idly with his hooves. "I'll find Airlia and I will train her. I have neglected that duty for far too long for a burden that was not my place to carry. Ezriel doesn't know what he has got himself into and it's time he learns just what that is. Learns what it's like to really be a stallion and worry every day for a mare that will only turn her back on you when something younger and prettier comes along. To take for granted everything you have put aside for her."
He had not meant to lose control of his feelings. It was not something he was proud of. He certainly didn't want to cause Nimue harm. Not intentionally and it seemed to be what he was doing. He was resentful and he was angry. "I'll train Airlia," he repeated, "but to do so will take time. I cannot watch Gabriel doing this time. You and Ezriel will have to look out for yourselves and Sabriel."
Ezriel would have to carry the weight of worrying for Nimue, Ezriel and their future foals together. If anything would make him a real stallion, that responsibility would. The father in him hoped his son would handle it well. If anything happened to Sabriel.. or Nimue.. son or not, he would strike him down. It was Ezriel's place to keep his family safe.. even if one was not his any longer.
"I'll find our daughter," he assured her, trying to sway any worry she might have.
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