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 Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 8:19 am
[[PRP between Doodle's Anemone and Epine's Kiyoshi Yukio - please do not post without permission...]] 
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 8:40 am
It was over - his grandchildren and their friends had systematically destroyed him. Bit by bit the army he had built up had disintegrated when those who had permitted free thought came to realise that he would betray them as quickly as they would him. No sooner had the 'truth' been unveiled than many had left his side to drift into the embrace of the 'just', leaving him with his back to a wall and severely out numbered. One might have said that karma was a b***h in such circumstances but 'karma' was not something this beast believed in - the spirits had been destined to serve him and had done so willingly. That was what the voice had said, that was how events had transgressed in the past and things had worked out well.
...Until now.
His wings had long since exploded, sending showers of glittering dust into the air as he limped across the snow swept fields. He was nothing more than a shadow now, drifting unsteadily through the empty meadows with every limb screaming in fury at him. That being said he had experienced such tremendous pain before, he had been torn apart on a number of occasions and had lived to see a new day but it was different now. That voice that had spurred him on, guided him and made him what he was had simply vanished. That influence that had made every decision in his life had all but fled and had left him very much alone, subject only to the company of memories that had been surpressed for countless years.
There had been a time when he had revelled in the shrieks of pain and anguish. His victims had begged for mercy, crawled on their knees and crumbled under the weight of his assaults. That sense of power had been terribly addictive, had spurred him on and gave him a pleasure that no mare had ever been capable of competing with...but now? Something was amiss - those screams plagued him but the shivers of anticipation he had once felt had been replaced by a sickening twisting of the stomach that left his knees even more weak than one could imagination. Every scream hurt his ears, every lashing was something that he could feel...
Things really hadn't gone to plan, had they?
As he came to rest nearby the frozen lakes and stared bleary eyed towards the darkened horizon, he wasn't entirely sure of whether or not these plans had been his or not. Something deep within him begged to differ, pushed and prodded at memories that remained only faded images within the back of his mind. Yet the voice that had once been his guiding 'light' made no measures to hush them and reassure him of the truth - it was completely gone. Save for the screams in his head the world was completely and utterly silent and he was one of the most loathed of creatures in existence. He'd corrupted, tortured and killed innocent creatures and for what? His own pleasure...that intoxicating sense of power?
"A fitting end, to a murderer, no?" he rasped coolly, regarding his own bloodied reflection as he lowered his head to rest it against the throbbing limbs. There were times when his body and it's regenerative nature would have protected him, but such things were impossible when he had taken such a beating and his very insides seemed to twist and bubble in agony as well. There had been a time, when he would have expected his subjects to come to him, but as the snake had informed him as he fell to his knees in defeat - many only followed through fear and the belief of his immortality. With his blood spilled, he was no more powerful than they were.
Ruling through fear had it's problems.
The stallion closed his eyes, his sides shuddering as he took uncertain breaths. He was fading, even he could sense it and with each passing moment he experienced the tightening embrace of death itself. Cold but appropriate - the majority would say that it matched his heart and most (if not all) would have found it ironic that he now seemed to experience any semblance of guilt!
Another deep sign and he drifted into his own thoughts, carefully sifting through the shrieks and screams of agony to inspect the shadowed remnants of the past he still held within his grasp. Even they were blurred and uncertain but it was a distraction from what was to come. Perhaps by the time he released his last breath he would have become aware of the memory memory pursued him and why it seemed to insistant to be unveiled...
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 10:53 pm
Her hooves barely scratched the layer of ice that had crystallized over the layers of snow that blanketed the land, the faint scratch of hoof over ice was the only sound that graced the alicorns ears, her tropical blue gaze was as distant as the sun from the earth.
Lost in thoughts, of concerns that really no longer needed her attention, her sons were grown and doing things on their own now, no longer really needing their mothers care. A soft smile touched her muzzle, but it never really reached those eyes that seemed so full of a sorrow etched so deep into her soul it seemed as if it would swallow her whole any moment.
But some how, she never let it show through..her aching soul.
Wind kicking up brought her bangs into her eyes, with a pause of movement she snorted a bit, pulling her wings from her sides, the sudden breath of cold air against places that had been so warm brought a breath to catch in her throat for a moment before she used her the longer feathers on her wing tips to brush her bangs out of her eyes, she used her wings differently than most winged creatures did.
With her bangs out of her eyes, she caught the sight of a what looked to be a large soquili out in the distant, her head tilted a bit as she watched for any movement..When she could barely detect the rise and fall of its sides with breath, her eyes widened slightly. Picking up her once wanderlust pace, she made her way closer.
Her eyes rested on the giant of a stallion, she closed her eyes and sighed. How did she always find herself in these situations...she lowered her head a bit, eying him more closely. Wounds all over his massive frame caused her to gasp slightly. "Oh dear.." She murmured softly with a faint shake of her head, curled locks bouncing with the movement.
The layer of ice was cracking under the added weight of her so close to him, causing her hooves to fall through to the snow below, with a faint struggle she righted herself, using a single wing to brush her bangs out of her eyes once more with a slight glare directed at her forehead.
Eying the stallion once more, 'Is this going to be worth it in the end?' she thought to herself for a moment, 'Nothing good ever comes out of these things for me..But nothing worse could happen than it already has could it?' she continued on question herself before she caught her own attention as her wing tips brushed pieces of his mane away from his face. Her own voice whispering out, "Hello..sir? Sir can you hear me?", her heart had already decided that no matter what she couldn't turn away from someone in need, no matter what happened.
Silence ate at the concern as she awaited a response....
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Posted: Wed Dec 31, 2008 3:24 am
Oh who was he kidding? In his weakened state it would not be beyond the foul creatures of this 'corrupted' land to mock him. Even as he waited patiently for death, deciphering the riddles of vague and foggy memories within his head; he was interrupted. The soft voice just about reached his ears, the murmurings of consideration more of a lull than anything. At first he considered them to be irrelevant - a discussion perhaps regarding his state but no more than that. However, when the wing invaded his personal space and a warm breath seemed to examine each throbbing limb it wasn't within him to remain silent. By the gods if they wanted to add to the damage then just bloody do it, he would rather he wasn't taunted. That being said, it would be hypocritical of one who revelled in such games to request that another be so considerate!
His ears twitched ever so slightly, and with a rasping breath he allowed his eyes to open ever so slightly. The glowing teal slits gave no indication of actual eyes, few (if any) had seen what lay beneath the glow but he had at the very least humoured his 'guest' by responding. He made no attempts to move his head, content to remain within the snow that fed greedily upon the remaining warmth of his form. With each passing moment the pain was disappearing, replaced by the dull numb of stiffening and chilled limbs. There had been method to his madness in lying so close to the frozen lakes...
Nevertheless his gaze was soon to clear and it was only a matter of time before he became aware that that which had interrupted him was an Alicorn. The fates hated him, they taunted him and throughout his cursed life in these lands they had dangled he carrot in front of his eyes. When he had wanted weapons they had thrice placed the appropriate creature before him and not once had he gotten his way. Now they were to do it again, just to remind him?
"What is it?" he snarled darkly, voice hoarse from lack of moisture and otherwise struggling for any semblance of breath. He blinked slowly, shuffling his weight around ever so slightly in the snow (an action he'd regret) until he was more comfortable. The results of this were obvious though, the movement permitted blood to surge through his form and once numb limbs began to sear with pain again. Urgh, he simply wasn't in the mood for this and more to the point he would sooner not be teased by someone in his last moments.
He'd never been the observant type, or at least that was how he had remembered it for so long. What troubles may have followed the mare were of no concern to him. The depths of the sorrow in her eyes were irrelevant and outweighed by his own issues. She could deal with that in her own time, just as he should have been permitted to unravell his faded memories in his last hours. Everyone was entitled to answers, or at least he was entitled to answers in his mind.
"What do you want?" He repeated with a pained shudder.
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Posted: Wed Dec 31, 2008 4:51 am
Shifting her weight from hove to hove, she continued to watch over his frame, the shallow breaths made her fearful that he may not even be able to respond to her at all.
Her gaze narrowed on the wounds on his frame, they were all different. Well some were made by the same creature but it looked as if more than one had been attacking. Brows knit together as she drew her head back away from him, 'What on earth had happened?' she asked herself as she sighed a bit to herself .
The wind shifted the trees, they groaned under the added weight of snow and ice, it made her slightly uncomfortable to be near them as they had a tendency to break under the weight easily. Her gaze flickered over them, they were far enough away that no more damage would be done to the stallion before her, who it seem was responding.
At the faint movement of his ears, and the glowing color that came from the sliver of his eyes, made her sigh with ease. "Well, your not dead.." She looked over him once more. "..Well not yet anyways it seems. The snow is easing the bleeding..but it wont stop it." She brushed her muzzle near one of the wounds that caused her the most alarm. Blood warmed her muzzle as she drew her head back, her nose scrunched slightly as the scent of his blood filled her senses.
At the sudden sound of his voice, her gaze snapped to his face instantly."You've been badly injured.." As his shifting movements her wings sprang open, and braced him slightly. " Oh no, don't move. You'll only do more damage.." She said with a faint shake of her head, boys never learned did they. The darkness in his voice caught her attention instantly, she seemed to draw the darkness of the land to her like a beacon in the night...
The unicorn blood that flowed in her veins heavily from both parents sang in her ears, telling her she knew what she needed to do. And that she needed to do it soon before he did die before her hooves...What a shame it would be too, to die when someone could aid you.
"I'm going to help you.." Her voice echoed out, her horn glowed ever so faintly.
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 8:21 am
Had she been aware of the events that had transgressed he sincerely doubted she would have been so willing to be seen in his presence. The wounds inflicted upon him were the direct result of his crimes, furious creatures who at last had the strength and numbers to take their revenge. They had thirsted for his blood, demanded his execution and as his grandchildren had forsaken him they had been given what they desired. He had been weakened and as a consequence had been torn a part - no more than a common criminal, it was only fitting that he would receive such a brutal punishment...no? Alas, the world worked in strange ways and as a consequence the mare had not been a witness to his crimes nor his punishment.
A good samaritan if he had ever seen one, a passerby who merely felt inclined towards offering their aid. He'd long since pitied such fools, had abused many and their good nature. Some had died by his hands while some had been twisted and corrupted into creatures of such evil and madness that the light in them had long since died. You see, it had all been a question of 'power' and how much he could attain. With each creature that bowed to him and joined his ranks, he gained more of it and of course - absolute power could be incredibly addictive.
It also had issues in regards to certain individuals developing attitudes - he most certainly had one of those. It took all of his remaining reserve to withhold comment when she made reference to his continued existence. At other points he would have applauded her and sneered at such a statement of obvious fact, but given his current condition he simply couldn't be bothered. He rolled his eyes beneath the glow as she continued to examine him, running her nose across his form in what could almost have been a teasing and goading fashion - ah yes...a pretty mare now stood before him, a perfect treasure and he couldn't acquire it.
The fate's jest!
Nevertheless as she braced him against her own wings and struggled to hold his weight against her own his eyes to shift abruptly to her and he released a grunt. With considerable effort, he disobeyed her good natured order and pulled away from the mare. Struggling to his hooves, he placed further distance between himself and the mare despite his failing limbs and otherwise...now pitiful form.
"Your kind do not even know what help is," he pointed out coolly. "I fail to see why I should play your games when the moment you turn your back, they will simply toy with me again."
"Leave me be."
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 10:22 am
She wasnt one to hold anothers past, or actions against them. How could she when she had barely any room to hold judgment? She had foals with a mated stallion and had known he was mated at the time..She was just as guilty as the dark creatures that flocked to her, she always found herself someones toy, to be beaten and broken.
Her eyes softened as she just didnt have the heart to leave him in the snow to die, though it seemed to be what he wanted and what the others had planned to do to him. She shook her head, violence was never the answer though it seemed to be the choice many took anyways, though she was never sure what was truly gained out of it. Fear? Loathing...She shook her head once more, her curled mane bobbed and bounced as she finished looking over him.
Brilliant eyes widened as he rose to his hooves pulling away from her, a smile tugged at her muzzle now. He was a battered and beaten stallion, did he really think he could get to far? Really, she could follow him anywhere until his limbs gave out and he slipped into a darkness from all the blood loss.
"Just look at the snow where you'd been laying..I've never seen such a shade of crimson before." She shook her head slightly. "Tsk, luckily a skinwalker didnt smell you..Well.." She glanced around, "You actually never know.." She used her wings once more to move her bangs out of her eyes, she looked to him now.
Tail swinging out behind her, she closed the space between them. "Now look here you over-grown child.." She scolded. "I dont have a clue what these games you speak of, but my kind having been healing for as long as the earth has hung in the middle of the heavens and hell.." A snake of glowing lavender wrapped around her horn now, she couldnt heal him fully like a full blooded unicorn, like her father.
But, she could stop the bleeding and ease the pain away, he wouldnt be able to get far yet, so she'd be able to dose him another round of healing a bit later..."Now hush, and stay still..I do not promise this wont hurt.." She used her motherly tone on him, she couldnt help it.
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 12:27 pm
Did she just scold him?
The stallion was incredulous as he stared towards the mare. She was insistant, had long since decided that she would help him and in the process had adopted the stance of a mother. Now he was fairly certain he was older, wiser and bigger than she was - thus the very thought of being scolded by her as though he was a child was both infuriating, amusing and a bit...odd, all at the same time. He'd heard a lot of things in his time but this was one of those moments that would have deserved an award. Perhaps this was what they meant by a 'mare's resolve'...Perhaps this was why they were the motherly gender in the first place, if he had been in charge he would have simply walked away.
Fine, let the pain in the a** die!
He probably would have said something to that affect to, however she did have a point and he had lost a considerable amount of blood. Rising to his feet had merely exhausted him further and no sooner had he stood than the world began to spin and he unceremoniously toppled to the ground again. The impact was muffled, cushioned by the presence of fluffy and once undisturbed snow. It was hardly a dignified way to go, but the stallion had little other choice than to obey his lips as they colapsed beneath his weight. A bang to the head on impact and as she had suspected, he had been 'wiped' out smoothly through a combination of the cold and blood lust. Ah - he'd never been one to obey a mare (he usually tamed them) but perhaps this would be a valuable lesson for him, provided he woke up of course.
Thus, it was begrudgingly that Kiyoshi found that he surrendered to the whims of the foreign mare. Whether she chose to continue or leave was entirely her decision and whether he woke up...well, who knew? Frankly, as the cold completely enveloped him once more, he had to note that the darkness and the silence really wasn't that bad... Or wouldn't have been so bad if he could get the damn whispers and ghost of the past to leave his dreams.
He'd sooner skip purgatory and go straight to hell.
Thank you very much!
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 4:05 pm
He was silent now, she thought as she watched him, another shake of her head followed by a slight eye roll of her blue eyes as she watched him crumble under his own weight.
She told him so.
She sighed a bit, when would they listen? It wasnt like she was out to get him or something. She'd thought she had made that very clear, her intentions were to help him, heal him, try to make him one again but he seemed like he'd already accepted the death sentence.
Death certainly seemed more than ready to welcome this stallion into its clutches, but not today she thought with a snort as she moved towards one of his more deadly wounds, a nasty gash, or even bite mark on his neck, the blood wasnt easing even from the cold of the snow.
She placed her horn into the wound, pressing the tip into the oozing and throbbing flesh, pink flesh covered in a thick layer of crimson, it seemed to wrap around her horn as the lavender glow began to cover over the wound, the skin began to pucker and tighten around the tip of her horn, a faint hissing sound could be heard as her horn was slowly pushed out of the wound.
One down, several to go it seemed..
She lifted her head, and eyed her work, it'd need another dosing or two before it'd be healed all the way, but she'd others to get to.
Oh my! She thought with a shocking realization, she'd yet to introduce herself to this stallion, her manners forgotten..shame on her. "Im Anemone.." She whispered into his ear, unsure if he'd even hear her.
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 8:07 am
"I'm Anemone..."
No she wasn't. The stallion stared in confusion at the spectre that had opened its mouth, the words replaced by the intrusion of the mare's voice in his ear. Unconscious, he remained unaware that the whisper did not emit from the spectres mouth but he was fairly certain (if not positive) that the mare before him was not known by that name. Her soft white pelt, shimmering eyes and otherwise ethereal visage were somehow familiar though he couldn't grasp why. It was infuriating to say the least and whatever words should have been uttered had been disturbed by the addition of the second voice.
He opened his own mouth to answer, yet before he could so much as utter a word the mare had turned her back to him and had drifted away, leaving in her wake a petite foal. It was far from weak, bleating after it's mother while the humans beside it watched on silently. This foal had some similarities with the mother, but in other ways it was completely different. For a start the pelt was pitch black and the eyes... Ethereal as the foal might have been there was no denying that this foal was somehow related to him.
It certainly wasn't him though.
Within his mind the stallion approached the tiny foal, gazing down upon it's bleating form. No sooner had he done this though, than the foal had ceased in it's bleating and had returned the gaze. A split second later it had shattered as though a broken mirror and the world had once again gone dark. It was a message of sorts, the stallion could tell this without little prompting but he failed to understand it. His glowing gaze shifted across the seemingly endless darkness and then he was met with the same ethereal glow as before.
...But the eyes were without a body.
"Who are you?" he demanded darkly.
The eyes did not reply and instead faded into darkness once more, as though the beast that owned them had closed them. However, in the real world as the mare tended to his wounds the stallion himself was mumbling. He wasn't feverish, though he had lost a great amount of blood - but he was agitated and filled with frustration. Death had not grasped him and he was plagued endlessly by illusions - it was only during one of his more abrupt twitches did he croak out something more audible and coherent.
"Azzinoth."
The eyes had answered him, clearly, but he hadn't heard it himself. Still, if she expected that to be his name she was in for a shock...
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2009 2:47 pm
She didn't pay much mind to his mumblings, she rounded to his front. Looking upon his face, she used her wings to brush away the mane that clung to him, sweat and blood making it stick to his coat. She felt his forehead with her muzzle softly, lightly and sighed, he was feverish. She shook her head a bit and returned to working on healing the wounds that adorned his body.
It took a few hours at least to get most of them healed enough to stop bleeding, she was only a half unicorn, her healing ablities weren't as strong as her fathers, but strong enough to get the start of things done. Stepping back, she eyed her work a bit, she tossed back her mane a little bit, using her wing tips to brush her bangs out of her eyes as she folded then once more against her sides, her tail swaying out behind her. She nodded her head with approval, she must admit to herself she'd not done a bad job, though he still needed a bit more healing.
But for the moment, death would not take him this now, night, it was night already? She glanced to the darkened skies and shook her head, hopefully it hadn't taken her to long and he'd not slip into a coma.
With the night, brought much cooler weather, and she couldn't have him getting a chill now. Not after all that work she'd done to keep him alive, plus, she was feeling, drained and a bit light headed. She lowered herself beside him, opening her wing closest to him, she drapped it over his massive frame to help keep the cold at bay as best she could.
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2009 1:09 pm
At some point in the night his regenerative blood had kicked in, the wounds that had once seemed life threatening had been healed. Well, through a combination of Anemone's magic and his regenerative blood the wounds had taken on a more pinkish tone and no longer seemed at risk from tearing open. They were tight though, a good sign that they would be healing but this made for a rather uncomfortable state of affairs. It had been with a slight curse that the stallion had opened his eyes and stretched out his legs stiffly, acutely aware of the aching within each limb. If he had been human one might have said he had gotten stone drunk but he knew better and could distinctly recall the conflict from a day or so ago. For a short while he had remained still and it was only when he shifted again that he became aware that he wasn't alone.
Bugger.
His ethereal gaze flicked towards his left and sure enough he was in the presence of the mare who had addressed him in the manner she might address a child. He vaguely remembered encountering her, he hadn't been in the mood to be lectured by a unicorn. Shortly after he'd sworn at her he recalled the moment when his world had gone dark. Apparently his mumblings hadn't been enough to deter her and she was still here, more to the point... His gaze flicked to the wing draped precariously across his broad shoulders and arched a brow. Had he been younger and caught in such a manner by his parents the gods only knew what discussions would be held. Could anyone say 'marriage'?
Shaking his head, he moved very slowly and subtly away from the mare. Leaning a little here and there until he had edged out from under her wing with little to no disturbance to her own slumber. That done he slowly heaved himself to his feet and gave a wince, oho he knew that his injuries would hurt but he'd always found that they hurt more when they were getting better - bit of an oxymoron that, if he had to be picky. Alas he dismissed these thoughts and sucked in a deep breath, filling his lungs with the albeit stifled air of the lowlands.
"Good morning, Sunshine..." he drawled darkly, the sarcasm evident in his voice. He wasn't talking to anyone in particular but hours ago he had assumed he wouldn't be waking up at all. He rolled his shoulders at this and with a half glance back towards the snoozing mare he increased the gap between himself and her, approaching the edge of the lake to inspect his injuries. First thing that caught his sight - blood. It was with a rather unhealthy level of pride and satisfaction that he took note of how much he had lost. Apparently he really was built like a tank and it would take a stampede to take him out, oho but one shouldn't boast...especially when they weren't at full health and couldn't prove this statement to anyone at the moment.
Furrowing his brow he turned to regard his own wounds in the water, his mouth creasing in distaste at the pink. The flesh clashed horribly against his black coat but he supposed it was unavoidable. Flicking out a hoof here and there, he checked that each was in working order and eventually the time came for him to check his wings. He once again glanced over his shoulder towards his wingless back and he pursed his lips, a count down from three within his mind and...
In a single flurry of wind the ground beneath him seemed to shimmer, the snow beneath him lifting into the air as particles from his immediate vincinity began to gather into a pair of rather massive wings. Translucent but intact, he unfurled one and drew it round to inspect the flight feathers closely...
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 9:09 am
Exhaustion didn't even being to cover what she was feeling as she lifted her head, groggy and in a slight daze. She blinked several times, her tropical colored gaze was blurred much longer than it usually was, she shook her head as she took a deep breath, filling her lungs with icy air that seemed to send shards of ice into her lungs, waking her up further.
She slowly rose to her hooves, last events seem to be a foggy memory to her as she stretched out her wings, lifting her head, she uses her longer feathers to brush her bangs out of her eyes.
That's when she sees him, standing there with his wings unfurled, she stared hard. When had he gotten wings? She then looked to the place where he'd been, the indent in the snow brought the prior events back to her.
"You should take it easy.." She said, her tones hushed, heavy with sleep still. She'd drained her energy pretty much, being only half unicorn her healing ability took more out of her than it would a full blooded one. And she'd done much more, than she could have ever thought she was capable of doing.
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 9:35 am
Everything seemed to be in order with his wings, the flight feathers glistened and flickered without any sure sign of damage. There were times in his life when he had developed such brutal injuries that his wings had been incapable of forming but the assistance he had received had saved them. He supposed that in a manner of speaking he had to be thankful for the intervention of the 'alicorn' even if she had been decidedly rude. He took the opportunity to inspect his pink wounds more closely, a flick here and there to see if they had been tidily sewn together. He supposed he should have known better than to doubt; one who had managed to ensure his wings were fully operational after that sort of conflict would have had to be tidy. However, that pride in him also reminded him that his own blood would have provided her with ample assistance in the healing department.
Releasing an otherwise gruff snort, he shooed his wing away from his eyes and returned his attention to his own reflection. Words truly couldn't describe how much he utterly loathed the pink, the itching and the tightness were also annoying but it was the scores of pink slicing across his perfect ebony coat that ticked him off the most. He might have been brutal, he might have been cruel and inconsiderate to most life forms but he was a tidy soul and a vain one. The slices of pink here and there might have been fashionable for some who wore them like badges of honour but he couldn't help but think he looked retarded. He had other badges of honour to display and he could guarantee that 90% of those who possessed scars were on the receiving end of them as well.
In short, theywere false badges of honour.
Actually, he looked really retarded.
He shifted his weight somewhat and stood parallel to the bank to inspect his flank, his brow furrowing as he traced the wounds along his limbs. Evidently, the wounds were so extreme that even his regenerative blood was struggling to heal them at a sufficient rate, if he wanted to recover without scarring he was going to have to be patient. Peachy.
Muttering and mumblings of distaste would have to come later though, as the mare he had thought was fast asleep appeared to awaken and croaked up a series of words. Was that advice or an actual order? Given the nature of his situation and the circumstances in which he had been discovered it was one of the rare moments in the older stallion's life when he was uncertain and by the gods did he loathe that feeling...
"I am fine," he replied smoothly, spinning round on his hooves to inspect his other side - again, it was in much the same state as the first. Alas, he may have been on the road to recovery but the spinning from here to there was making him a tad dizzy. Pride and vanity prevented him from admitting to this, but he would have to rest a lot more frequently than he was accustomed to. "Why are you still here anyway, doesn't a saint have others to drag out of ditches and potholes?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 9:46 am
A brow slowly arched as she watched him, shaking her head a bit. "Well, what would be the point of that if I only had to retrace my steps, to find you most likely face first into the water, you seem hell bent on staring into." Her tail flickered ever so slightly as she tilted her head a bit, watching him.
Like an over grown child, bent on doing things the hard way she thought with a flick of an ear. He was going to end up, over working himself in this weakened condition, and she'd have to redo all the work she only finished a few hours ago.
"Now again, you need to take it easy. I'm not asking.." She said again, her tones a bit more firm, and almost like a scolding mother. Here I go again, with scolding him she thought. A grown stallion..who looked as if he wished to throttle me..and I'm scolding him? She couldn't believe her own insanity of helping others sometime.
"And I am far from a saint thank you, just not as cold hearted as most are these days. Some of us, still aid those who need help. And don't leave them out to die.." She huffed a bit, she was anything but a saint.
She wasn't sure why she was so offened by being called a saint, maybe it was the way he said it. Shouldn't she be pleased, weren't saints something to be cherished. Maybe that was it, she wasn't anything to be cherished and she knew it, that and her past was almost as black as his coat. But, out of all the reasons she could come up with, she was sure it was more the way he said it, than anything else. As if it were poision spilling from his lips.
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