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 Posted: Wed Jul 10, 2013 11:29 pm
This is a private RP between II--Gen3sis--II and Uta  There’s something to be said about deaming. Those vivid images floating around in someone’s head, giving them ideas, some good, some bad, some funny, some sad. And then, then there’s the scary ones. The ones that wake you up in a cold sweat, heaving in breaths as you try to calm your frantically beating heart as if it’s your only life line. That’s exactly how Musso was feeling. Although what she was going through was no dream. She’d know if she was dreaming. And she wished she was. It was all too soon!
Too soon!
Too soon had she found out she was pregnant with Vlad’s foals. Something that terrified her. She knew he didn’t want children. But yet they still stayed together despite after learning of the news. Honestly she wished that as the pregnancy went onwards he’d change his mind, that he’d be there when she went to Reject to have the foals and herself checked. That in itself was slightly awkward at first since Reject was the first one to figure out her issue, just mere days after their second meeting. But ever the professional Reject helped take care of her immediate needs when she came to see him. Provided help with his uni abilities, and provided an ear when she needed it.
In these past few months she found a friend in him. At least, she considered him a friend, she wasn’t sure about his thoughts towards her. Probably just a doctor patient thing. Well, she thought that until it came close to time for her to birth her children. She hopped upon hopped that he would warm up to the idea the moment he laid eyes on the two baskets. But he didn’t.
He did the exact opposite.
Vlad grew cold, distant to the breaking point, and in Musso’s tired state she wasn’t prepared for the words that came forth from his mouth next.
”It’s time for you to leave.”
She didn’t know how to react, how to respond. Her mind totally blank. It was only when he put a protective hoof around the two baskets did the silence break. They had an exchange of words then, foul, dark, and hurtful. She may have been terrified, but those were her children too. She deserved to be in their lives!
But alas, it wasn’t meant to be. And now here she was, still in pain from this morning’s early birth, being escorted out by the only soquili to ever give her credit, Reject. He had been there the entire time, helping her get through contractions to the actual birth itself. He was there to see the fight between her and Vlad. And he was there when Vlad told her to get out. He didn’t say a word, just continued to heal her to the best of his abilities.
A hiss escaped her lips after tripping on a subtle rock, sending shockwaves of pain through her entire body.
“I need to rest Reject…..are we out of his territory?”
The first words they had spoken to each other since all the events from before happened.
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Posted: Sat Nov 02, 2013 2:06 pm
He had been pulled in to the drama of this herd, of this Vlad, and it was growing more and more exhausting on staying a neutral party. Even if he had not known Musso, even if he had simply been an observant and passing party, there were some cruelties that he could not tolerate. Fighting with a mare, kiciking her out, not even a day after giving birth, and keeping the foals? Oh. Oh Reject's yellow eyes had glowed bright with repressed anger. . . Anger made only that much worse because he did know Musso.
She was . . . an acquaintance. A regular acquaintance, at any rate, one whom did not appear to judge him, to scorn him, or to push herself upon him. After what had happened with Blackbird. . . Well. That didn't matter. That was a time past, and he had been a fool to think that maybe, just maybe, even he would be deserving of such kindness, of such sole care. No. Even sweet mares like Blackbird could not see past . . well. . him. All of him. He had made a mistake, and it was not one he would let himself make again.
That sort of vulnerability, the disappointment which had followed such hope. No. He was a solitary soquili, and that was how it was meant to be.
For now though, Musso would be his exception. The mare was weak from pregnancy, and the toxicity of her environment had taken an emotional toll upon her, he was sure. She would not be well for some time, physically, and mentally, emotionally, well. . . . They would simply need take it a day at a time. When he thought her well enough, he would continue on his way, as was his lifestyle.
For now though, he could only keep an eye on her, and do what he could to ease her physical pain, keep her comfortable. After all was said and done, he had been requested to escort her out of the territory; he had no reason to linger, and Musso was unwelcome. Never, in all his years, had he wanted so strongly to recant his neutrality and turn on the winged, beast that was so cruel. The mare had given him children, had given him her blood, had given him her love. . .and yet. . . It meant nothing.
Despicable. Cowardly. Weak. Reject did not think kindly towards Vlad, but it mattered not. If he were lucky, if the spirits were kind, he would have no reason to cross paths with him ever again. So it was, the stallion walked with Musso, doing his best to support her with his wing, to make sure she did not overexert herself. He said nothing, as he had nothing to say. . . and he was shy, even around the mare. He was not sure she wanted him ot speak, nor was he certain she would like what he had to say, so he let the silence linger.
"We are, though not far out." He finally spoke, his wing tightening a bit on the mare as she stumbled. ". . . Here. We might as well rest here for a spell. There is no reason to push yourself, now that we are out of his lands." He encouraged the mare to settle herself, so he might check her over, and dig up some roots and herbs for her to feast upon. They would need water before the day was out, but he had traversed these lands long enough to know where they might find respite.
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Posted: Wed Nov 20, 2013 4:01 pm
She was finally free.
A thought she had not considered in a long time. And in fact, she was pressed to realize that she hadn't thought of that concept even before she had met Vladislav. Musso, for all intensive purposes, had never felt free. Physically free, yes. She could go whever she pleased when she pleased. She wasn't held down to any real standard. However, she was always captured and held down mentally, psycologically. If it wasn't by her parents it was by her peers. And if it wasn't her peers it was by those she considered close. Or, at least, close at one point in her life.
With a sigh she allowed her body to be escorted to the moss covered ground under a large oak tree. Tendrals of leaves hung losely and caressed her fur as Reject helped her worn out body sink downwards. Her joints once screaming began to sooth into a dull throb. And her glowing eyes closed in weary sadness.
What now?
What was to become of her? Of her obliterated life? Musso could not, would not, allow herself to fall into the same trap as before. She could rely on no one but herself from now on. Granted, she would not push Reject away from her. He was there for her when no one else had been. And, in many ways, he was the only one Musso could trust in any capacity. On the other hand she couldn't deny that she felt that the only reason he had stayed thus far was due to the fact that he was her doctor. And she was his patient. After that, after her physical wounds were healed, Musso didn't want to be a bother anymore. She was sure he had other places to go, soquili to tend too. Musso didn't want to imped on his journey through life.
"Thank you Reject...."she spoke softly as Reject made sure it was safe enough to let their guard down, "for everything...."
Everything
It pained Musso to know that she would never know her children. Mere baskets freshly closed upon their birth. They would never know her scent. Know her voice. For all she knew Vlad would completely erase her from their children's lives. He did that with his past, she knew that a long time ago, and like his past she would be pushed back into oblivion. Never to be spoken of. Never to be known about. And it was that concept to which broke her heart.
She wanted to hate him.
Wanted to say screw you.
Wanted to erase him from her memory, forget that she had children.
But she couldn't. The wounds were too deep and too fresh. It was so overwhelming that she felt her chest tightening. Her body shaking from the shear force of her emotions. And she tried to hide it from her companion. He didn't deserve to see what was she was becoming. He was too nice. Too pure. But she couldn't hide the whimper and single tear sliding down her cheek.
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2014 10:50 pm
Honestly, Reject didn't know what he was supposed to do in this situation. On the one hoof, Musso was his patient -- he had helped her through her pregnancy, and had been witness to her rejection from Vlad. While he was a mild-mannered soquili, to see the treatment of the mother, the separation of the foals from Musso . . . he had wanted to attack. He had objected to the foals separation of the mother -- it wasn't healthy for anybody, as those young ones in the basket deserved to know their mother! Ah, but he was just the healer. . . . His input meant nothing. They had both been sent on their way as soon as the mare was able to limp away.
So it was, the stallion found himself in a very unusual place. He did not make ties or bonds; he was the reject of society, a stallion with no name, no place to belong. He healed without prejudice, but also without attachment, and left as soon as he felt the mare or stallion was ready to be on their way. Skinwalker or unicorn, angeni or regular, the shadow coated stallion did what he had to do to survive -- nothing more, nothing less. He knew that nobody wanted his kind around. . . as a unikalona, he was rumored to be unstable, and maybe, just maybe, they were right. For as aloof, shy, and skittish as he could be, he had felt darker things stir within him this night. It was safe to say that he had absolutely no desire to remain anywhere near Vlad and his lands, and was happy to leave before he did something rash. While he worried about the well being of the foals, at this point, his care was for Musso and Musso alone.
Musso, who was physically exhausted from the ordeal, and emotionally spent. He would need to keep an eye on her for awhile yet, given the frailty of the situation. "Rest now," he encouraged quietly, checking over the mare with a critical eye. She was weak. She'd lost blood. He'd need find a stream and bring water back to her; or if she were strong enough come morning, make their way to a pond or river. She'd need to eat, and keep up her strength -- given the emotional turmoil of losing her home, of losing her children, she was likely unwilling to want to eat. He'd have to encourage, and potentially force.
"No need to thank me," he murmured after a moment, settling down himself not far from the mare. He would need to find proper grasses and flowers, to make an edible mix for her to eat come morning. But for right now, the stallion decided it would be best to try to coax the mare to sleep. "It's what I do."
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2015 2:40 pm
Musso looked up at him through half lidded eyes, fatigue beginning to seep into her mind, spreading through her whole sense of self, mind, body, and soul. But she wanted to stay up, not leave Reject alone. However, she couldn’t deny her body, it’s desire to sleep and heal. So, she tucked her legs under her form and leaned her head against the bark of the large tree behind her. Willing her mind to allow her to relax, to at least temporarily forget what was now considered in the past.
“You don’t give yourself enough credit Reject,” she murmured softly, so softly in fact that she wasn’t sure if he would hear her.
She watched him get comfortable not too far away, but she also noticed that he didn’t get too close either. Out of the time spent with him Musso began to suspect that he never allowed anyone too close to him. His reasons were his own, just like her past gave her reasons to act the way she did. She wouldn’t push him. That much was certain. Out of everyone she had come to know, he was the most patient, gentle, and really….. just kind to her. He was such a far cry from his namesake. She came to the conclusion that he deserved better.
“You have a talent, a gift really,” she mulled over her next thoughts before speaking out again, “it may be what you do, but it’s also what has helped me survive this long. You know that there were complications to the birth of my children. You could have let me die, but you didn’t. I know you may think that my words don’t mean much, that it’s your job to heal others and to make them well. But I don’t believe that, I don’t think that it’s that superficial to you. Truly, I think it goes deeper.”
Musso closed her eyes once more before gazing outwards towards the lake a few paces ahead of them, the moon shining brightly against the water. It was a full moon out. It meant that new times were to come, that it was a new beginning her. And maybe, just maybe, it would be the same for him. She found a kindred spirit in Reject, someone she could trust. And for that, she had to thank the Spirits.
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