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 Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2012 4:51 pm
 Eight delicately shaped wings swayed at his sides as he stomped with purpose through a small grove of blooming fruit trees. Long sea colored bangs dragged at his eyelashes making his bright green colored eyes water and blink more then wanted. Where was his army? Where was everyone for that matter? Stopping where his pink hooves had carried him, around him the flowers swayed in the mid-day breeze. The scents of the many blossoms drifted on the breeze, but other then the whisper there was nothing. Turning his head from side to side, silence always came before something else and he hated being in the dark.
Lifting his gaze wandered skyward watching a couple of birds flutter past, twittering. Nothing else came. Nothing else bothered to break the silence. Flicking his sea colored tail, the long strands tangling a little his ribbons. Such trivial thoughts passed behind his green eyes, thoughts he wished not to pass onto others around him... This all displeased the King of Fairies, he was alone, no army. No mare to share his world with. No... No he wasn't going to think of other thoughts along those lines. He was past his prime in the eyes of most around him, he was an old man. But who said an old man couldn't 'enlighten' the younger generation?
This thought brought a smile to his lips, enlightenment was more then just words. It was actions and doing, these things he could do in more ways then one. With new thoughts to ponder over, Oberon once more moved through the grove, leaving the flowering trees behind to their own devices. He would return to the place, eventually when the flowers passed to reveal the 'fruits' of their labor. For now, he had other things to 'ponder', unknowing what he might just run into.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 3:10 pm
 ....No, No, No, No, No.... Nessa couldn't stop shaking her to and fro. She couldn't believe this was happening. It couldn't be happening! Her children were just born, not even more than five days prior. Her stomach hadn't even fully retracted back to the slim nature it had been and yet this was happening! At least two of her children had decided to stay with her, but the dragonfly boy was staying with his dad. She'd probably never see him again! He was her son! He was too young to be without her! Who would nurse him? Who would be there to guide him? That male? Pfft! She whinnied in protest but it did little to ease her pain.
Tears were stinging the corner of her eyes. All Nessa could do was keep moving, keep fighting. All these thoughts were swirling around in her head. She found her hooves galloping through brush and trees. She was running, running away, she didn't want this anymore! Why wasn't she allowed to be the mother she wanted to be?! Why wasn't she good enough? Why was this happening to her?!
Finally her hooves stopped, liquid streaming down her face. She opened her eyes and glanced around. She was in the middle of a meadow. The sights and sounds were unfamiliar. Sniffling, she found a soft patch of grass and limply fell onto it. She didn't know what she was going to do, but she knew she needed time to think.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 3:22 pm
His hooves had brought him far, his eyes watching the area for anything that would be presumably hostile. The sound of something coming fast in his direction caused the elder to shrink in size and duck under the closest shroom. While he was the war like stallion whom would commonly stand his ground, but this sounded only like one hostile. Poking his light colored head out of his hiding place, he watched a single mare race past. The ground shaking from her passing, rattling the tiny elder to think that his teeth might rattle loose. After the mare passes, he resumed his normal size and watched her path.
"Now what?" Oberon muttered to himself as his eyes squinted, he had noticed the look of distress on the mare's face as she rattled by. "Oh what the hell." Oberon turned back the way he had been coming from and walked move slowly then the racing mare. Eyes narrowed as his pink hooves brought him close to the mare's side. His light frame making his steps a bit quiet, he started down at the strange mare. "Something get you upset? Miss?" Oberon asked, shaking the long sea colored bangs from his eyes again, blast the things always in the way.But he was most interested in what was to be said, perhaps he could be most useful?
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 3:29 pm
When she heard the voice she immediately jumped. She shrank and tried to scamper away as though the male might hurt her. Her eyes were huge and focused on him. "I umm..." Her voice was shaking. She wanted to answer that nothing was wrong, but then she'd look silly with the tears running down her face. He was a rather striking male, tall, lithe, but strong... He had such pretty wings, they made her own look simple and plain. "Just... family problems... I'm sorry..." She finally made her thin voice speak. She didn't stop shaking, looking as though he might be a threat.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 4:00 pm
Oberon frowned when the mare jumped and shrank down into the smaller size that all his kind were capable of doing. Eight wings flicked as he too took to a smaller size, though it did not make his bangs any shorter then his larger form. He wished dearly to have the things clipped, in some manner anyways. Bright green eyes looked the frightened mare over, noting her still distended belly. Seems she had become a mother, but something deeper seemed to have bothered her. With a tilt of his head to one side, he noted her strangely shaped wings. While not like his own, he found himself having a fondness towards them.
"Family problems, huh? Care to elaborate?" While he knew that he was pushing his nose into matters that were not his own. He felt a closeness to this mare even if he had only just met her. She was of his own kind, that was possibly the reason, but he felt a need to rectify the wrong that was set. Not that he had the resources to do something of the sort. "You have nothing to be sorry for around me. As far as I am concerned you have done nothing wrong. Someone else has set a wrong that should be quickly righted in one means or another."
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 7:41 pm
"Well I..." She frowned heavily, still shifting her position to one of defense, though she seemed more concerned about whatever she was thinking at the moment. She was trying to decide rather or not to tell him. Sighing quite a bit, "You see... I... I just had four foals... less than a week ago... And well... The male... their father... wants to take them all back to his herd. A herd I'm not apart of." She shook her head back and forth as if trying to get a nightmare out of her mind.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2012 6:42 pm
If he had had brows, they would have furrowed together to look like one. Eyes narrowing, he turned his head to one side, such a male should be stripped of his ability to. He didn't finish the thought, though it would be one means of saving any future foals the stallion should think to 'procure'. A shudder traveled through Oberon's body before he turned his attention back to the mare. "How little of him. Sounds like someone who has nothing better to do then break hearts and run." There was a certain edge to his voice as he watched the mare through still narrowed eyes.
"Should such a stallion cross my path, he should turn around and head the other direction, watching his back the whole way." But these words, Oberon really wished he did have an army, one that could settle this stallion matter for him. The thoughts pleased him and his war edged features softened a little. "The name's Oberon, King of the fairies, And who might you be, Miss?" His head tilting to one side, ears flicking forwards.
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 9:48 am
(Sorry its so short. ><;; )
Her head tilted upward and she felt herself shudder slightly at the power in his voice. "Why... would you want to help me...?" Her vocal chords were strained from crying so much. " Curling in toward herself, "My.... My name is Nessa..."
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