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 Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 12:01 pm
After seeing the sails of a very familiar ship on the horizon Flower had gotten quite anxious. She was rather excited at the prospect of possibly getting to see her mother again but if her mother came, so would her father. Her stomach churned as she walked across the meadow. The grass was rather tall and quite scratchy but at least this way it kept the insects off of her. She found a bit of parsley and began to chew on it thoughtfully. She wasn’t the same mare she had been back in England, so whatever would happen would play out differently, right? She hoped so.
This new land was quite different than what he was accustomed to. He had to fight with each step to keep the briars out of his mane and tail. He had no idea where, exactly, he was going but a walk often did the body well. This place was absolutely massive! There were no houses, just land as far as they eye could see, untamed and wild. He felt like a young stallion again as he broke into a lope, the wind blowing his mane. Something or someone loomed in the distance. He skidded to a halt and merely studied the figure. “Bless me eyes.” He breathed, a smile slipping across his face. He held his head aloft and trotted over to the mare. “Oh Flower! I never thought I’d see you again!” He cried as he ran up to her and nuzzled her fondly.
At his approach her muscles tensed and as he touched her she felt her skin craw. The mare leaped back. “How dare you touch me!.” She hissed, scowling.
Connell looked taken aback. “Why’re you so cross with me? I’m your Da’…I love yo-“
Flower cut him off. “No! You’re no father; let alone mine!” She snapped, blue eyes blazing. She stomped a hoof. “Piss off old man.” She said darkly.
The stallion nodded curtly, his jaw set firmly. “So’s this what you want then?” He asked with a sigh. “You’ve your mother’s eyes…” He added. “And there’s no love left for your dear ol’ da’…” He smiled ruefully. “Yer mum’d be ashamed of you.” He told her stiffly.
Her stomach felt like rebelling against her but she chocked out what she’d been meaning to say for quite some time now. “Get the bloody hell away from me, you stupid old codger!” It was a tone the stallion had never heard from the once meek mare. “I hope you rot in hell.” She hissed.
Connell’s emerald eyes burned with rage. “I’ll not have my child talk to me in such a way adult or not!” He snapped, eyes narrowing and burning with the same intensity hers were. “I’d never touch such an ungreatful brat! This land has changed you. For the worst!” Then he went completely mad and head butted her before grabbing her tail and pulling on it until he had a mouth full of hair.
The mare cried out in pain and tried to get away from him, she felt just like the scared little filly again, so she ran. The mare ran as hard as she possibly could, kicking up dirt clods as she went. The inappropriate side was one thing but now he was violent. She wondered if she had just let him get it over with, if this could all have been avoided.
He was on her heels, waiting for her to trip herself up. “You stupid little b***h!” He snarled as followed her.
She twisted and turned around anything and everything to try and loose him. There was a cave ahead, perhaps she had lost him. The mare slowed down, and looked over her shoulder. Connell was no where to be seen. She lowered her head and fought to catch her breath. Little did she know what would happen next.
As Flower walked past the large limestone slabs that made up the cave Connell burst through the bushed, charging straight at her. He had been laying in wait this whole time! He pushed her into the stone with his head and reared onto his hinds, his hooves crashing down on her back. She fell to the ground, and eh grabbed a mouth full of mane and pulled to try and get her away from the rock face.
Flower saw stars upon impact. The side of her head slammed into the stone. She crumpled under Connell’s weight. She couldn’t tell which way was up and which was down. She tried to get up and pull away but he had her hair close to the roots and a lot of it. She staggered to her feet and threw her head against the tugging force he exerted and lashed out at him with a hoof, but she missed him entirely and lost her balance. Terror shown in her eyes. Maybe this was it? He snapped and he’d kill her. Her mind was reeling.
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2008 7:55 am
Snitch was having a rather good day, for the time being. He was just laying in the grass and watching, everything was calm...dead calm. No trees moved, no birds whistled and the air was thick. His ears flickered at the sound of commotion. He averted his eyes in the distance to see an odd shape.
He got to his feet and ran in the direction and within moments he saw some black and white male dragging Flower off, a previously met mare. "Oi, what the bloody 'ell are yeh doin'?" he replied with a thick accent...he never held his accent unless he was distressed or just pissed. His eyes narrowed at the male as his wings fluttered around his head like no ones buisness.
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2008 4:47 pm
"Piss off lad!" Connell snarled, teeth still holding tight to Flower's mane. He jerked his head backwards, and made the all ready disoriented mare fall onto her side. He let go of her mane and placed a hoof on her flank and the other on her head, holding it down. "Spare the rod an' spoil the child." He sneered. "I've been too easy on you." He said in a velvety tone. "Move and I'll kill you." He told her as he felt her muscles tense beneath him.
Flower's heart leaped into her throat, eyes wide with fear. They were fixed on him but unseeing. She knew he was stronger than she was but, that was odd. She could have sworn she heard someone else. The tone was familiar but the speech pattern wasn't. Her mind began to push all unnecessary information out of her head and Snitch's voice was deemed unimportant in this life or death situation.
Every fibre in her body told her not to fight back this time. He had gotten her down, but she wasn't out just yet. Her eyes welled as she blinked tears away. The mare knew he would want this reaction and it would give him great, sadistic pleasure but she didn't care. Normally it was the small victories that kept her going, but now the options seemed all too clear. Appease him or die.
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Posted: Wed Jul 09, 2008 9:37 am
Snitch's silver orbs narrowed as he walked up to the stallion and into his face. "I think yeh'd b'wise to take your leave now, ol' man." He snorted roughly and stomped his front hoof, he was younger than the other usdia and probably stronger. Snitch wasn't good at running by being a lard, he was muscular and slender. And he wasn't having any of this. He didn't need to look at Flower though right now, itd be useless and he'd be off guard.
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Posted: Wed Jul 09, 2008 3:49 pm
Connell smirked, a look of arrogance on his face. "And yeh'd do well ter know when yer not welcome stud." He sneered. "A step clos'r an' I'll crush 'er air pipe." He added putting a little weight on his left hoof for emphasis.
Flower's eyes widened and she made a small gasping sound.
Connell took the pressure off. "Ah've no qualms abou' killin' the insolent brat, but...heh, if yeh want 'er lives on yer back tha's yer business." He said in a conversational manner. "Tell me lad...she yer whore?" He asked eyes narrowing. "She shows no love fer th' stallion what raised 'er." He scoffed. " 'Ave yeh ever 'eard o' such a slap in the face?" He demanded hotly.
"She's mine, I 'elped give 'er life an' she's mine ter do with as ah please. S's shame to need to do somthin' as 'arsh as this..." He sighed, never once taking his eyes off the male. "But she must learn 'er place. Love, honour, an' obey...none 'o which she's done." He elaborated. The older stallion eyed Snitch with an appraising stare as if trying to detect any weaknesses. "If yeh want me to leave 'er alone...ye'd best do it by force 'cause I'm not gonna be run off like some gelding." He paused.
"An' mark me lad...ye may win this round but I'll damn well be back." He said with a snort and a stubborn glare.
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 8:23 pm
Snitch smirked deviously and walked around the stallion, he had a demon look in his eye as he kept his smirk. "Thats fine with me old man, I'd be happy to kick your a** both times." he laughed manically and walked towards him and looked down to Flower.
"No she's not, but your very rude, more like an a*****e or rather obnoxious and pathetic excuse for breathing on this Earth." he smirked idly as he got in his face and shoved him good enough to move back. "C'mon ol' man I could really use the moral uplifter and the satisfaction that your revolting." he smiled polietly.
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2008 9:33 am
Connell staggered backward a bit, but found his footing quickly. "Yeh ob'iously don' know who yer dealin' with, so 'o course. Ah'd be more than 'appy ter oblige." He said proudly.
The mare blinked hard to try and clear her head. It didn't work and her entire body felt like lead. There was a fuzzy, inky blackness creeping into the sides of her vision. How she managed to wriggle out from between them was a complete mystery to her. As soon as she got far enough away to not be trampled She laid her head down, ears pressed flat to her skull and the darkness took hold completely.
The stallion smirked. "So sure 'o yerself eh, laddie?" He called, before rearing on his hinds and pawing the air and planting his feet firmly in the silt. He snorted, emerald eyes narrowing, a snarl like scowl on his lips. "So Mr. Hot-s**t. Make yer move." He demanded coldly.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 9:41 am
Snitch bursted out laughing after being called a 'hot-s**t'. "Old fool, is that you've got with words? If your as good with your words as you are with fightn' I've got no problems with you." he rumbled again as he stepped forward. He was younger than him, he was probably stronger and he was indeed much faster than this nitwit. After all he hadn't met someone that could keep up with him.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 4:35 pm
Connell scowled, ears flattening against his skull. He charged Snitch, and at the last moment rose to his hinds to attempt to send a hoof or two into his head. He was more than ready to prove he was more than talk. In his mind, Flower was his and his alone. He'd be damned if anyone took his daughter from him.
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 11:05 am
Snitch was the quickest soquili he ever did know and he moved out of the way in no time. He just looked at the old man, expecting him to fall from not gaining a step when he expected to hit something. His silver mane billowed as he watched the older stallion in anger. He looked to Flower for a moment and then to Connell, awaiting for his next rash move.
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 10:29 pm
Connell did, indeed, fault er slightly due to not landing a blow. But he recovered quickly. He had crashed quite a bit of weight onto his front left leg. It would most certainly hurt later but at the moment there was far too much adrenaline surging through his veins for him to take any notice.
He turned at set his eyes on the pair of silver ones before him, his breathing slightly ragged from the over exhortation. He'd never admit it but his time as a stud set out to pasture had caused him to get a little unconditioned as far as his weight and muscle strength was concerned.
He was really starting to get old.
But far be it for him to let something he deemed as trivial as age stop him! He lowered his head and stared down the other stallion intensely; his nostrils flaring. "Heh, too 'fraid t'make yer move for 'er?" He drawled as best he could while still trying to catch his breath. |
"I dun intend ter back down...so all'a yer fancy footin' won't do yeh one lick'a good, stud."
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