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 Posted: Sun Jun 27, 2010 7:57 pm
Crisium lay under a dying oak tree. It's limbs were bare and shriveled, and it appeared to cringe under any hint of wind, seemingly afraid that even the slightest breeze would be the final blow. The dying sun let little light fall upon the filly as she waited anxiously for the birth of the moon.
Crisis had always preferred the soft light of the moon to that of the sun. The harsh rays of the sun hurt her eyes and made her quite uncomfortable. With the night she found peace. Her eyes could avoid the onslaught of the day, and she enjoyed frolicking through the moon-lit fields.
As the last traces of the sun faded away, the moon rose higher in the sky. At last the little filly stood up to stretch her legs. She had wandered a little ways from her mother, and was sure to get a lecture when she returned, but for now she would enjoy her tiny taste of freedom.
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Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2010 5:49 am
 Agony had made another unnoticed escape away from her parents and most of the herd members. Though it didn’t shock the young filly, she was quite surprised considering that this was the part some of them were most active when the sun was dying. There were some who liked nightfall and while Agony didn’t mind it she wasn’t that fond of the shadows and coldness it brought. But Agony did like the glittering stars that seemed to light up the night sky and the gleaming moonlight that came from the large glowing orb.
She quickly glanced over her shoulder to see if anyone was following her especially if was Rowan since he was usually the one who became her babysitter. Snorting softly to see no one lurking, she continued into the sparse woodlands. There were very little to no trees growing in these parts and most had withered away. The earth was soggy and felt very uncomfortable and wet underneath her hooves as she treaded deeper into the woods.
Her auds swiveled as she listened to the sounds of some animals tucking into bed for the night and others coming out for a midnight prowl. Agony nervously looked around and debated if it was time for her to return back to the herd. A little foal was very vulnerable this time at night though would anyone dare to kill one of the offspring of Thanos? Agony shivered just thinking about her Father’s wraith.
“Just a bit more,” she whispered. The earth was starting to feel a little bit dryer with each step as she came closer to the edge of the woods. She wondered if anyone noticed her leaving. She was pretty sure she heard some whispers but still no one stopped her. She breathed heavily knowing that affectionate gestures weren’t approved in the herd and perhaps that was one of the reasoning’s. Agony shrugged the thought off. It had been the same question she asked ever since being born. She was more intrigued about the newest additions into the herd. She had heard gossip of foals being born. Though Agony hadn’t seen any foals she had noticed an odd rage coming from Thanos. She couldn’t think of why he was so outraged because of foals being born. Agony wanted to see the little ones—to see if any were like her. She dipped her head down and looked at her exposed ribs and glanced to the open skin of her cheekbone. Agony could never come to peace with her birthmarks that bounded her to the Hell herd.
Agony came to a little rest stop at the edge of the woodlands. She raised her head and looked up at the twinkling stars as if looking for answers.
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 8:34 pm
Crisis slowly stretched out her legs, hearing little cracks as they made their protest. Napping had been nice, but it was time for a bit of fun. The little filly slowly picked her way through a few trees, searching for her favorite spot.
As the filly walked her familiar route, she allowed her mind to wander. Crisium wondered why her mother was so protective of her, barely ever let her out of her sight. Why was it that she was coddled so much? Especially since all she wanted to was to be a part of the herd like the other foals that she had heard about. Why was it that she was hidden away with her siblings?
Crisis knew her sire was important. Being Beta was supposed to be a big responsibility, or so he told her. She snorted a little at the thought, so far the little filly hadn't seen him do a damn thing. Yes she loved him, but that didn't make him any less lazy. Wasn't he supposed to go out on patrols? Keep the peace in the herd? Plot wars with Thanos? There had to be something that he was supposed to be doing. She was sure he had much more important things to do then stand around keeping a watchful eye on her.
The little black filly was lost in thought when she sensed the presence of another. Immediately she stopped in her tracks, ears pricked and ready to bolt if she needed to. Then, a slightly familiar scent reached her nostrils. This newcomer smelled of the herd, yet was one she had never met. Not that she'd really met any of the herd before, her mother cept her so locked away that she hadn't had any chance to. The little filly let out a whinny in greeting. It would be rude not to acknowledge another's presence, especially if they were an important member of the herd.
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Posted: Sat Jul 17, 2010 11:12 am
While Agony knew that she wouldn’t be the only one wandering throughout the woods alone she found it particularly odd that another member of the herd would be. But it shouldn’t have been all that surprising to the young filly because it was this time at night when the herd was most active. However she had left them about a mile or so in the distance and was now traveling further away. Agony quickly glanced over her shoulder to see if anyone had decided to see where the daughter of Thanos was traveling. She had an itching feeling that Rowan was sent out to play babysitter. But no one was traveling behind her although she could’ve sworn seeing a couple shadowy figures ducking behind the trees. Agony shrugged and turned her head around as she paused for a brief moment. The whinny that came from the distance sounded not like an adult horse but instead a foal or a yearling. Agony knew of course that it wasn’t any of her siblings but had gotten excited at the thought of it being Nameless.
Agony continued with nostrils flaring at the scent. Why did the calling horse smell like the herd? That’s what irritated Agony the most. It smelled like the herd but so different at the same time. It was confusing and Agony couldn’t picture whom the horse could be.
“Hello?” she called out with eyes looking around. “I’m here. Where are you?” Agony stopped again. She threw back her head and tossed her short, stubby mane letting out a greeting whinny.
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Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 4:09 pm
The little black filly was excited by the response that she heard. Was that another filly who had responded? Perhaps this one was one of Thanos' foals? Crisium picked up her pace a notch and quickly made her way toward the newcomer. The trees started to let up here, spacing further away from each other as the path became easier to navigate.
Crisium swished her gray tail in excitement as she spotted a small shape about her size not too far from her. Indeed she had been correct! For what other foals remained in the herd that were not her own kin or Thanos'? Unless her father had failed to mention to the birth of new foals, which was entirely possible, then she must be correct.
Crisis slowed as she neared the the other filly. It would be unwise for her to come charging up to another member of the herd. Especially one that she was unfamiliar with. At last, the filly came to stand a few feet away from the other and nodded her head in greeting. "Hello there." She said calmly, trying not to show much emotion. "I don't think I've met you before. I'm Crisium, but everyone just calls me Crisis for short." Even if she was part of the Hell horses, her mother had not brought her up to be rude. She was as polite as could be when needed, and this was one of those cases.
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Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 4:43 pm
Agony had never surely never come across this filly before but had heard rumors of foals being born not too long ago. She stretched out her neck with nostrils flaring as the foal’s scent filled her nose. Indeed there was a hint of the Hell Herd in there but also something else. Agony couldn’t really pin point what that scent was but decided not to linger too much on the possibility. She pulled her head back and tossed her mane as she stepped forwards to get a closer better look at who had confronted her. And it was no wonder why she hadn’t spotted this foal from before when wandering through the woodlands. Crisis’s coating blended in all too well with the shadowed surroundings aside from what odd markings covered it’s body. But wait! Agony dipped her head down and noticed an odd plump object with the foal. She cocked her head to the side as she stared at it. What could that be? Agony didn’t think that any horses from the herd carried objects around with them with an exception of her Father and his two mice. Agony shook her head and rattled her nonsense staring away. She looked back up to the foal and found that Crisis’s crimson optics was quite piercing.
Agony was about to introduce herself to Crisis when she just about remembered what herd the filly belonged to. Emotion was not played part in the herd and was pretty much banned. But Agony didn’t want to lose an opportunity of making a friend, as Crisis did look very interesting. But Agony didn’t want to risk her Father’s reputation anymore and didn’t want to get in trouble either.
“Agony,” she dipped her head down in a bowing gesture. “That’s what everyone calls me. Don’t have a nickname or anything, so it’s just Agony. And I don’t think we’ve ever met before either,” she said. Agony wasn’t sure why they hadn’t come across one another in the herd. “Are you new?” she asked tilting her head to the side a bit. Agony was unsure if her Father had accepted a pregnant mare into the herd though she was pretty sure she would’ve recognized someone new.
But Crisis was new or at least to Agony she was. “I don’t mean to sound rude but you smell awfully familiar. Where are you from?” Agony asked her out of curiosity. Maybe this filly was apart of the herd. And in a way, Agony hoped she was.
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Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 6:00 pm
Crisium studied the new filly quietly as she awaited a reply. Agony Seemed to have an interesting look about her. She was an odd brown spotted color that Crisis oddly liked. It somehow reminded her a bit of nature, like a sort of seed she had seen once but couldn't quite remember what it was called. She then noticed a flash of white and looked to see ribs protruding from her side. Wasn't that uncomfortable for her?
The filly had heard her father's descriptions of Thanos, but had never actually thought it possible that a horse could survive with such wounds, and to be born with it! Or perhaps she wasn't born with those marks? What if Crisis was harmed? Would her wounds become permanent too? The little filly didn't want to think of that. She couldn't bear to live with bones protruding from her body. Her own scars were birthmarks, that must be what had happened to this filly, and she wasn't about to ask.
Crisium was abrubtly pulled back to reality as Agony asked her a question. Didn't she know her own herd? Crisis knew that the other filly was part of the herd, but perhaps it was only so obvious because of her markings and smell. "I'm from the Hell herd." She spoke plainly. "Never met any other members though. My mother keeps me pretty much locked up under her gaze. I'm actually surprised she hasn't come to fetch me yet."
That still puzzled the filly, why was her mother so adamant about keeping her safe. Agony seemed to be nice enough, she hadn't chased her off or been rude. In any case, there was no fighting her mother, only sneaking off, hoping not to be caught.
"Aren't you a part of the Herd?" She asked the other filly, her voice slightly confused. Agony was starting to show bits of emotion, her stone facade set aside for the sake of curiosity. She was still young and had not yet mastered her feelings as her mother had.
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Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 8:43 pm
“I am apart of the Hell Herd, yes.” Agony had debated on telling Crisis whom her parents were as she was afraid of the filly’s reaction. Thanos was feared and most shivered at his name, which was a reason, why other horses kept away from his precious children and why it was so hard to come across new faces. Though it was probably obvious of whom her parents were as there was no way of hiding the marks on her body such as her extruding ribs and flesh on her cheek. Thanos was probably—most likely the only stallion in the herds whose interiors were hanging out and exposed. His markings had passed onto his children with an exception for one. But Agony was one of the lucky ones to bare the marks.
“Because your Mother keeps a careful watch on you is the reason to why I haven’t seen you before? I see,” Agony shifted to the side a bit. “Must be nice at times. I mean. At least SHE keeps watch on you. My Mother doesn’t,” she said. Agony stepped forwards and walked closer towards Crisis. “I sneak out every night—every day! No one ever notices but sometimes Father sends out Rowan to find me. But hey what can I say? I’m at the age ya know,” Agony sarcastically laughed as she held her snout upwards and picked her pace to a trot until she came at least a couple steps from the foal. Agony did not like it when Rowan was sent to find her.
“I always give him a hard time though. He hates it. I think he hates me. But he can’t do anything to me—can’t even touch me! Because Daddy wouldn’t like that,” her voice eerie. “Daddy wouldn’t want anything to happen to one of his prize daughters. Nope. Daddy wouldn’t,” she spat. For a split moment Agony seemed different. There was a haunting aura about the young filly as she spoke. The words hissing off her tongue like venom.
“Tell me about your family, Crisis” Agony insisted with an almost reassuring grimace.
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 3:51 pm
The little filly relaxed a little as Agony confirmed her heritage. For a moment, Crisis burned with the red hot rage of envy. Why was it that Agony was allowed to roam the herd but her own mother kept her locked away? It just wasn't fair! Her hoof slammed into the hard dirt beneath her and the contact brought her back to reality and back into her calm frame of mind. It wasn't Agony's fault that she had different circumstances, and Crisium throwing a fit would not do.
"I suppose it nice that my mother pays attention to me, however it does get rather tedious. I mean honestly, I really don't know why she won't allow me out unsupervised. Yes I'm young, I know that, but shouldn't I be safe with the herd?" Crisis hoped that perhaps Agony could clarify her thoughts for her. After all, the other filly knew the herd much better then she herself did.
"Well, I suppose I've told you of my mother already," She started to answer Agony's question. "From what I understand she wasn't born in the herd, my father brought her back to it to be with him." There was a slight underlying tone of disgust as she mention Vengeance. "He's supposed to be one of two Beta's of the herd. Though I honestly don't know what he does all day. He says he has an important job but I never really see him do anything. I also have two sisters and a brother. They're back with my mother right now. She was chasing after them for something when I managed to sneak off."
Crisis paused a moment to catch her breath before she continued on. "What about your family though? You didn't really say much about them. What are your parents like?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2010 8:20 am
It wasn’t that Agony didn’t feel uncomfortable speaking about her family. It was just that she was unsure of what to say about them because she didn’t have any real connection with any of them. “Well,” she started and cleared her throat quietly as she shifted her weight upon her scrawny legs and hooves. “You could say that I’m a spitting image of my mother,” Agony said. “Although the only thing that we have in common is our appearance and that’s not including these,” she nodded her head down to her exposed ribs and glanced to the raw flesh opening at her neckline. “I suppose I can thank my father for those,” she paused as she raised her head. “Because he’s covered with them. He’s Thanos—alpha of the herd. It’s an important role I suppose. But I don’t really see him do anything all that special except talk with the members and those mice,” she said.
Agony paused as Crisis probably didn’t know about the mice. She chuckled softly and shook her head, “never mind. Don’t even ask about those mice,” she laughed.
Her eyes glanced up at the darkening sky and looked as a couple gray clouds floated in front of the moon. “And then I have two sisters and one brother,” her voice seemed to soften as she spoke of Nameless. She blinked her eyes as she remembered what rare moments she had with Nameless.
“Anyways,” Agony dipped her head down as her ears swiveled. “Do you think your mother will come out to find you?” she asked looking around. “Would she be mad if she saw you with me?” Agony tilted her head to the side. She didn’t understand why Crisis’s mother wanted to coop her foals away from. It just didn’t seem fair. Though at a young age Agony already learned that life wasn’t fair.
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Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2010 2:08 pm
Crisium noticed the uncomfortable way the other filly shifted as she spoke about her family. Was she embarrassed by them? No, that didn't seem right, though perhaps that was the issue. Perhaps she just wasn't close to them? She had little time to figure out Agony's emotions before the filly was speaking again.
The next time that the filly spoke, it seemed that her voice was filled with sadness. Why and how could she sound so sad as she spoke about her siblings? Had something happened to them? Whatever it was, it made Crisis curious.
"Probably." She answered unconcerned and dryly. "She always does, but I don't intend on going back with her if she does. I don't exactly see what it is that she can do to make me go back. Besides, if I don't experience things for myself I'll never be able to grow up. I don't want to be a weak little foal forever."
Crisis was tired of being watched over like she was some porcelain doll easily breakable. She knew that her mother loved her, and she did indeed love her back. However, she wasn't about to stand by and take the coddling anymore.
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Posted: Mon Nov 01, 2010 7:11 am
Agony frowned as she made a face and plopped down beside Crisis. She sighed deeply as she hung her head down towards the ground and pulled her ears back. “I’ve just realized that I’ve never really thought of running away. I suppose I could. Sounds fairly easy,” she said. “Just running away and never looking back,” she sighed as her eyes furrowed. Though Agony knew that she would never have to strength to just get up and leave. Even though she felt like a misfit within the herd, they were all her family.
She pulled her head back and looked ahead, though not really staring at anything in particular. “Besides,” she spoke softly with a grin. “Father wouldn’t be too happy. He would never let me leave,” she turned to Crisis. “And there’s no way I’d be able to stand up against him,” she chuckled with a faint smile.
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