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 Posted: Mon Apr 19, 2010 5:04 pm
 The wind was picking up, she could feel it against her back whipping her creamy mane and tail into a frenzy around her body. The black storm clouds threatened to drop their heavy load right on her head and Doll ducked it farther. She folded her wings down against her dappled sides and the palomino mare made tracks for the shelter of a rocky overhang. She had unknowingly stumbled into Balrog's territory, but she had walked so far and her legs refused to carry her another inch. The mare lowered herself to the ground pressed up against the back wall of her tiny shelter. She still held her wings tight to her sides, as if trying to force the feathers to melt back into her flesh. The appendages looked small, lacking any kind of muscle from the lack of use. A few feathers bared the scars of attacks from her 'family', the only family she'd ever known anyway. The small mare tucked her head under one wing effectively hiding most of it, including the pearly horn. She shivered with another cold wind as it whipped past her, and the rain started, big heavy drops at first before the downpour started. Dolly shivered again as the rain invaded her small shelter "s-some shelter." Her teeth chattered and she curled up into as tight of a ball as she could manage to lay in wait for the storm to pass over so she could continue on her way.
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Posted: Thu Apr 22, 2010 8:37 pm
 Ever since the arrival of Thunderbird, the weather in Balrog and Stormwild's herd had been erratic to say the least. Howver, Balrog did not question or cast a sore eye on the skies. Instead, he embraced it. The storm and the THunderbird had long been symbols of their herd and their influence on the lands around them, and Balrog's years of practice in the air in all manner of weather meant that he felt comfortable in just about any condition shy of a deluge.
The thunder that pealed across the skies energized him more than shook him - as he rejoyced in the glorious power of nature.
The storm had yet to break, but the winds were whipping about - creating a truly energizing condition for a flight. It made him feel young again, powerful and truly a king of this land. The thunder in the distance a promise of power.
But when the rains did break, it came hard and fast. One moment, a few large droplets falling at an intermittant pace, the next, the skies had turned into a waterfall, forcing even the egotistical Balrog to take to the ground.
He was near the edge of the herd territory, near the craggy, sharp mountains that blocked off one side of their expansive territory. Balrog knew that there were some small caves that pock-marked the peaks, one of them conveniently off the narrow, hidden path that winded the way into their territory. It was the only navigable pathway wide enough for a horse to take to lead into their lofty herdgrounds, and all members of Balrog's herd were instructed about its location, just in case.
He landed on the exposed strip of the mountain path, quickly ducking into the cave that faced outwards. He shook out his wings and then his mane, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the dim light.
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 10:03 am
Dolly never heard the stallion arrive over the sounds of the storm. She shivered as another cold breeze and wall of rain forced itself into the cave and washed over her.
Something felt off, she hadn't felt this before so what could have changed so quickly? Her wings shifted ever so slightly and she shifted lifting her head up out from under the warm feathers.
Deep brown eyes, haunted by years of abuse strained against the darkness until they fell on a dark figure. When had he gotten there! She bolted to her feet, and her tired limbs screamed their rejection to her and backed farther against the wall, wings folding hard to her sides as she pressed her golden body as hard against the rock wall as she could.
"Wh-what do you want?"
She was trembling slightly but still tried so hard to remain strong. But it was nearly impossible for her.
She might be able to defend herself with her horn if he attacked her ... right?
No probably not, she'd never been trained how to use it properly. Well at least she still had hooves and teeth, the use of those came naturally.
It took her mind a moment to register the large wings at his sides and she blinked, another like her? No, not exactly had didn't have a horn, but he was still mostly like her. Maybe he wouldn't hurt her at all.
Dolly began to relax slowly, her muscles felt even weaker than before and she almost worried she was going to fall down. Her wings stayed clamped tight to her sides still seeming to try and get feather to melt into the flesh.
"I didn't intend to bumble into your cave sir .. I'll leave if you need me too." She flicked her ears back slightly and waited for him to demand she leave. She didn't like the idea of going back out into the storm but this did seem to be his home after all.
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 8:27 pm
Between the wailing of the winds across the gap in the rocks and the pelting rain and booming Thunder, Balrog didn't notice that he wasn't alone until the quivering voice that threaded between the sonorous crashes.
He turned his head quickly, eyes squinting to try to make out the figure in the cave. He could see it now, but barely. A slight figure hudled against the back of the cave - a vaguely lighter shadow against the blackness of the cave.
He rumbled unconsciously, unsure. The voice was obviously a mare's, and a terrified one at that, but beyond that, he couldn't make out very much.
"Likely the same as you," He began cautiously, "respite from this rain."
He was hesitant, not likin that he didn't know who or what she was. She could be one like him, or she could be a lesser... or one of the demons that Stormwild had spoken of. Although, the waver in her voice certainly didn't sound like one of the predators he had been searching for.
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 12:01 am
She pricked her ears towards him to catch his words above the raging storm. "It is a bad day to be outside isn't it," her creamy tail flicked back and forth for a moment against her rump, dragging against the rough stone wall behind her, ripping out some of the creamy strands and leaving them embedded in the wall behind her.
Dolly's brown eyes strained against the darkness to see the stallion before her. She could only pick out his outline though, he was just a tad darker than the wall behind him. She could pick out his head, chest forelegs, his neck sloping down to his back, and .. wings ... were those wings? She stared for a moment, before stretching her own wings out.
It was a slow process waiting for her wings to heal, she had been forced to pull the feathers maimed or broken by her so called 'family' out one by one.
She folded the broken appendages back down tightly to his sides and huddled as close to the wall as she could get and waited for the storm to pass, or at the least the worst of it.
By the time the storm had all but passed over, Dolly was so tired she was almost dead on her hooves.
Her small head hung low, the top of her horn nearly toughing the ground. Her wings twitched every so often but she refused to relax them from their place at her sides.
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 8:16 pm
Balrog rumbled a note of hesitant ascent. "Indeed." He spoke with a hint of a caustic note.
However, as she shifted uncomfortably at the back corner of the cave, he heard a rustle that he was quite familiar with. Feathers against each other, against sides. And almost perceptively, Balrog relaxed. He was not conversing with a lesser at least. The bitterness of his voice had all but disappated as he spoke again. "Did the rains ground you?" Not knowing the loaded question that he had just asked the misfit mare.
And his voice carried to her better now. The booms of thunder had become more intermittant, a hint of greyed light shone occasionally through the clouds - not the sudden burtsts of lightning but the true light of the sun fighting to shine through once more.
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Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 2:25 pm
She jerked her head up when she heard him speak again. She could hear the bitter sound to his voice and a shiver ran down her spin causing her to sink farther back.
Past him she could see the light trying to make it's way back into the cave. His silhouette still standing out, still she couldn't help but marvel at the size of his strong wings. Her own twitched at her sides, and she felt bitter bile rise in her throat at the memories flooding her mind.
He spoke again, and his voice was calmer, sweeter, but his words nearly brought forth a sob.
She choked the sound back, and her head dropped once more.
"I ... I don't fly ... my 'herd' ..." venom laced through her thick southern accent for the briefest moment "... never taught me." She was glad for now he couldn't see the truth, how weak he would think her for letting them break and rip her feathers from her body. Maybe she was as weak as they had once told her she was, weak, and a freak always a freak.
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Posted: Tue Jun 29, 2010 7:14 pm
Balrog blinked, stunned as he squinted and began to walk towards her without bothering for an invitation.
"Didn't teach you??" He asked incredulously. "Were they weak? Grounded horses that did not know the superior being in their midst!?" He tossed his head with a derisive snort, remembering a time he had never shared aloud and that he wished to leave as burried as the soquili who died many many seasons ago.
"Why did you not teach yourself? IF you bore wings then take to the skies! Without training it is difficult, but the strong persist!"
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 7:05 pm
Her head dropped farther and this time her horn did scrape the ground for a moment before she lifted it back up.
"They were all grounded, not a single .... creature ... like me had ever been seen in the lands." Another shudder ran down her spine "t-they said I was an abomination ... a freak." Even as she spoke her voice grew slightly stronger, venom oozing from every pore in her body how she wished she could go back torture them like they had her ... if only.
His last words made her flinch again "I can't ... from foal hood they broke and pulled my feather from my very wings. I fled the lands many moons ago and they still are not fully healed." She flared the battered wings out again and a sick feeling passed through her as one of the broken feathers hanging on by a thread fluttered in an odd manner. "I was forced to keep them so tight to my sides, for what little protection it provided them, I don't know if the muscles are strong enough yet to carry me in flight. "
Her thoughts grew angry, what if he was right? what if -they- had been the weak ones, and -they- had used and abused a helpless foal because she was different because she was better! How dare they! HOW DARE THEY! A hoof suddenly crashed into the ground with a loud thump and her tail swished in agitation, with the gods as her witness they would pay ... they would all pay.
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Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 7:40 pm
Balrog did nothing to disguise his shock and disgust at the story that the battered mare told him.
He tosses his head with a snort and stamp of his hoof. "Fearful dogs!" He whinnied. "Doing this to a daughter of the wind." His ears kilted backwards and he snapped his teeth at the air.
"You are no freak. You are better than them. The magic of the winds run in your veins. It is your destiny and in your blood to soar like the eagles. And if they prevented you from you destiny, then you have every right to wish nothing but harm on these lessers."
He looked over the wings, and indeed, she did hold them strangely at her sides. A long period of repeated injuries might very well mean that she had been permanently crippled. But... on the other hand, if her will and body was strong, perhaps she could learn."
"See to you injuries, sister. If you must, visit a two-legger with healing magic. Do not let these jealous fools deny you your birthright."
Balrog stepped out onto the ledge outside the cave, looking up as the sunlight began to filter through the parting clouds. A mist hung in the valley, the light glinting off of the suspended droplets.
He unfurled his wings - huge, impressive pinions that befit his elderhood.
"If your muscles are not strong enough, then build them. You have not known life until you have known the glory of flight." And then, in display of his abilities, he sprang from the cliff, snapping his wings and catching the updraft.
((Note April 16, 2011: Given how long this RP has been suspended, I'm going to go ahead and assume it's wrapped. / That and this RP does seem to be at a logical conclusion here. If you want to continue, just drop me a PM)).
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