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 Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 8:18 am
[ This is a private rp between Tirokio and Huroggmeten. Please do not post without permission. ]  
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 10:42 am
Life was cruel.
It gives only slightly, and takes takes takes. Meridah was fortunate though, becoming a savior to the Beelz family line - she had training, a home, and of course a very successful profession of taking lives. Besides it had been a few unfortunate souls who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time - but it was all in preparation to take down a family of trained warriors - knights to be specific. While she knew not her given birth name she took on the name Meridah to fit in with their plots to kill the family of the one who was named Meridah.
She didn't need a name as someone who took life needed to be as anonymous as possible, and frankly she felt that even if it was a stolen name it would work fine for the tasks at hoof.
How simple had it been to infiltrate the fools which she was to call her family, their blinded notion that she was their long dead daughter too delicious to fathom. Beelz had been right, but Meridah had her doubts that she looked enough like this mystery daughter - but no matter; the ploy had been set into motion. She would succeed and bring joy to the family; no longer would they have the threat of those pesky knight folk. They wouldn't see past her well trained persona to be exactly like their daughter from information given to her.
After slipping away in the night to relay information to Beelz the mare began her walk back to the herd lands with the rising of the morning sun.
Yet...something was bothering her as she walked, not the way she had come from but another path; one her gut told her was quicker than the way she previously traveled. Pressing out of the treeline she came upon a cove littered with stone outcroppings, a lazy turn of her head and she could see a pathway winding up the hill to high ground. That was the direction of the herd - wasn't it? A deep frown settled on her brow as she let out a irritable sigh as it seemed she was perhaps incorrect; this seemed like a detour more than anything. Cold eyes scanned the beach as the sea breeze swept up her fiery hair.
"What a dump." She grumbled, ears slowly sliding back against her skull.
The area gave the mare an unsettled feeling in the pit of her stomach, she wasn't sure how she knew of a shortcut here; nor the fact that there was a path up the hill...it was like she'd been here before. It was impossible though - she was....well...found in the swamp? Wasn't that what Beelz said? Child of protege to lead their family to victory....she was so very lucky to have them. There was nothing beyond that day with Beelz as she'd lay broken and near death in their herd lands; told of salvation and that he'd saved her. It didn't help that she wasn't fond of the water at all, even in the swamps she would take extra care to make sure she had solid ground under her hooves; while the family could swim thanks to their kelpie heritage...Meridah just couldn't do it.
"Ugh. The sooner we kill them the sooner I can leave..." She hissed bitterly, unaware that a frightened little filly trapped in the darkness was screaming to deaf ears about such a important place.
Meridah had long since given up trying to remember anything past that day and simply chalked it up to nothing - it wasn't important anyways or Beelz would have let her know. Her family was probably dead, or didn't want her; and she had no desire to find out. Turning herself she began to trek across the sands, she knew she had to get 'home' as it seemed there was a member or two she suspected were not buying fully into her guise - so she'd have to make sure she was careful when seeing Beelz to not rise suspicion.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 8:50 pm
I'll find you.
The stallion propelled himself through the ocean with powerful strides of his massive tail, his fins clamped tight against his sides to aid his flight.
Pitting himself against the currents, he swam ever faster, heading straight towards a dangerous eddy near the cliffs.
But familiar dangers were no danger at all, for they were... known.
He fanned his fins, stopping suddenly, a rush of bubbles accompanying his rapid descent as he shot downwards to the depths, sliding just shy of the ocean floor.
Closing his eyes, he drifted in the current.
It was the unknown that was to be feared.
Questions that had no answers, beings whose purpose was unknown. The uncertainty of a first meeting with a stranger- do you know anything of ... her? Or are you just another face whom I will pass by?
His lungs burned, but he kept drifting in the current, letting himself slip through the waters entirely at the mercy of the ocean he called.... house.
His home was out there somewhere, though he knew not where.
Somewhere.. unknown.
Except for a little, fluttering, winged piece that even now was finding her breakfast on land.
Emitting the last of the oxygen stored in his lungs in a slight sigh, he spun his tail rapidly and soared to the surface, bursting from below and breaching the water like the great whales of the stories.
In mid-air, his body cresting and arching back towards the sea, he looked out to the shore... their beach, that place that drew him back time and again because it was where he had come to know.. her.
Meridah.
He had traveled far, tethered to this familiar cove yet roaming the lands in search of her. The family knew nothing, wrote her off as dead though they loved her dearly still. He wouldn't give up. There had been no sign, no trace... nothing.
And he couldn't accept that.
Though the months had turned to years, and his body had changed, his heart remained the same.
I will find you.
Some day, we will be whole again.
His eyes rested upon... love.
Meridah.
A flash of brilliant fire, atop a dark form moving across the distant sand. There was no mistaking that hair, that flaming crown atop her beloved head.
Phoenix. Family. Mama to the little bird. Best friend to a Kelpi colt. Beloved daughter, lost... and never found.
'Til... now? Could it be?
He splashed back into the waves, the visual greeting to his breech passing through his head in the freeze-frame of adrenaline and hope mixed with piercing need.
He altered course, heading towards the beach sooner than he had agreed upon for his rendezvous with the daughter of his heart.
Could it be?
Meridah.
In his travels, in his searching, he had always returned to this cove. He couldn't leave the water, and though streams could sate his skin nothing compared to the embrace of the cool ocean of his youth. Limited in his travels and keeping careful eye on his strength (should she need it) and health (for Phoenix needed him as much as he needed her), he nonetheless pushed himself to his limits, encroaching further and further inland on even the hottest of days and pushing still further in storms (so much as he could expect to endure).
His next step had been to investigate those satchels that the two-legged ones carried, odd contraptions that seemed to carry whatever was needed... he's seen a Soquili or two with such a token, and if he could get it to carry water, pure, and not soaked into a cloth that dried out easier than his skin, perhaps he could traverse Enough distance to hold true to his final vow as a colt.
I will find you.
... Have I found you, at last?
Have you come back to me? To us?
That was his fear, to leave this cove, to travel too far in his quest and return to find that she had come and gone, thinking he had abandoned this place that held so may cherished memories, their place, here.
He couldn't bear that, and through the years that felt like eternity he had remained certain, in his very soul, that some day... she would be back.
Had that day finally arrived?
He burst forth from the waters amidst an earth-bound rain of sparkling droplets, his nostrils flaring to draw breath as he strode onto the sand.
He stopped, his front leg on dry sand as he stared at the apparition of hope and his deepest desire upon the shore.
"Meridah." His voice was deep, penetrating, and yet held a whisper of the uncertainty and yearning of a shy colt who could barely find his voice to speak.
... Have you come home?
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 9:27 pm
Meridah was beginning to regret her decision to come here more and more as the seconds passed, flicking an ear to the sea she slowed only momentarily in her steps to peer out into the vast ocean. She could see something coming as it burst from the waters...she figured it wasn't anything she had to worry about but from its angle and the speed - it was coming straight for her.
...and no dazzling water display was going to get the best of her as she let out a snort.
As she stared on at the stallion who was staring at her strangely in a much different manner, she was caught completely off guard when he said but a single surprising word.
Meridah.
That was her - well, not really, the dead daughter.
Her eyes narrowed slightly as she seemed to look right through him, not a sliver of recognition even registering to her as she allowed herself to settle in her mind for a moment.
Who was this kelpie?
She had been given so much information about the family unit of knights, all of the key opponents and even distant familial members. From years of training and memorization she'd recalled nothing that came close to matching this soul. It was clear as day he was not part of the clan, but it left a more pressing question of his purpose, and of course her own actions towards him. A steeled stare remained as she shifted her body weight slightly, waging a mental war if it was wise to try and keep up the guise in front of him or if he was disposable. The latter she could at least kill off and not worry about blowing her cover.
Seems she would have to play nice till she could figure out his relation to her persona.
"Who....are you?" She raised a brow, flicking her tail as she turned her body to face him completely; tilting her head ever so to the right.
"I am....sorry, just feeling a little off today you see..." That should cover her bases if indeed this stallion was an overlooked important part of the mare's life. Maybe he had been a romantic interest? No....this filly had died some time ago; perhaps it is simply an acquaintance.
She was already behind in her schedule from this stupid detour, it would take even longer to wash blood off her hooves if this proved to be bothersome.
Something churned in her soul, though, a small echo of one still lost unable to break free.
Please find me...
Yet after years of unspeakable horror suppressed so deep even the mare today was unaware, the voice would not be able to be heard on ears filled with lies.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 9:51 pm
His leg lowered as emotions tugged and toyed, rolling around and begging to break free even as he kept himself rooted carefully to his place.
Two hooves upon dry sand, two in the sea. Caught between here and there, knowing and unknowing, hope and despair.
Now that he was closer, he could see...
That hard stare, almost guarded. Eyes that narrowed upon his approach, calculating so like the keen mind of the filly he knew and yet he could only assume... performing calculations unlike any she had made.
He knew her well. Every day, every hour, they shared a bond unlike any he had ever dreamed possible and yet somehow had come to pass... their experiences, adventures, their fateful first meeting, that final day... the storm... the hope... so many storms since.
This mare who stared at him, lacking all recognition, all wariness and tense muscles.
A warrior, ready to fight.
His lips curled slightly, as he drew back as if stung by her words. 'Who... are you?' His joy shattered as hope lingered on.
That hair. That flaming mane. Her body- changed, grown, like his- her markings. Stripes like sand, the family mark, her .... eyes.
Meridah. His heart yearned for it to be true.
This wasn't his Meridah, staring back at him.
He shook his head, his posture relaxing slightly at her next uttered phrase.
Feeling a little off, indeed.
She hadn't denied her identity, she had asked who he was.
She hadn't recognized him.
She didn't know him.
He knew, deep down, that what they had was special. Unforgettable. Unsurpassed. Even if it had been the love of children, their makeshift family and the time they spent together was Special.
And it was special long after a bad soul spirited his best friend away.
Long after some devil had stolen Phoenix's Mama.
Meridah... the body never found. The friend dearly missed. The daughter thought deceased.
We promised.
"Meridah." he repeated, daring her to deny, begging to see the filly he knew in those cold yet familiar eyes.
Perhaps... he had changed too much? He'd fleshed out, filled out, his mane longer and fuller and clinging to his sides, his neck full and crested like the adult male he was. His tail, always too big for his gangly form, was thick and powerful and yet still the same... just a little more toned, perhaps. His coat was the same, his eyes hadn't changed... He was Him. "It's me."
And she should know.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 10:33 pm
What does he want from me? She turned her head slightly with a long glance to the path out of the beach - to the family who was more or less waking from slumber by now. Meridah didn't have time to entertain this oceandweller, she needed to make a plan to either get rid of him or convince him she needed to leave. The mare didn't want to jeopardize any of the plans, killing the wrong soquili could give away everything she'd worked towards. However, if he was expendable, it would make her life so much easier.
In an old time fashion, she closed her eyes a moment while knitting her brows - dwelling the deepest she could reach in her mind for an answer.
Which wasn't deep at all.
Clearly this stallion wanted her to recognize him - she still couldn't pick out thanks to his lack of facial expression if he'd known the meridah he knew was dead; or just hadn't seen her for some time.
It would be risky - but she needed answers.
She needed them now.
"Oh!" She gasped, surpsingly the actress as she feigned her recognition. "Oh how utterly moronic of me. Must have bumped my head a little too hard on that tree. How have you been?" She trotted forward and wrapped her neck around his in a rather intimate hug; soft breath purposely breathing against his spine. "Did you miss me...?" A whisper, coy as it was alluring in rather sultry tones. It made her insides tighten, she'd hated this part of the job when she had to be so cheap and artificial - she'd much rather off him in cold blood and be done with it.
"...I sure missed you." She pulled her head back and looked him square in the eyes, noting he was taller than her by a bit. "I mean look at you though....how handsome." She flattered, tilting her head.
"A lot has changed, really. You should see my brothers - how big they've gotten too."
There. That should cement that she had appropriate ties to the family not to raise suspicion; her eyes although doe like were watching his every move; should the need arise to strike.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 11:09 pm
He waited with baited breath for her response.
A shimmer, a glimmer, anything to hold on to- please. Remember me.
He watched her as she looked at the hill she had galloped down so many times before, and moved up ever so slowly- always lingering for that last look. Except... one time, quick, gone, away- and she'd still looked back.
He watched her as she stood, in that familiar pose, her eyes closed and brow knitted- his heart soared.
He watched as she... gasped.
He watched as words tumbled from those familiar lips that were so unlike her it was disgusting, bile rising in the back of his throat as she spoke. Bitterness swept aside all of that tingling expectation, hope still rising true and yet muffled by the rejection thumping him steadily with every word.
'Oh. how. utterly. Moronic. of me. Must. have. bumped. my. head. a. little. too. hard. on. that. tree. How. have. you. been.?'
Like knives to his stomach.
He watched as she approached, standing still as a statue and with all the expression of one.
Only his eyes moved, tracking her process.
He felt himself reach out, his skin aching, and then recoil inwardly at her all-to-intimate hug preceded by a rushed approach. The gesture mocked the gentle caress of their youth, clumsy and entirely... wrong. Oh, she might have reached out to him in such a way, but the rhythm, the soothing, the knowing was... gone.
It was just... empty gestures.
Her breath was like lava on his spine, sending his nerves tingling in an entirely unfamiliar and bad way.
He felt himself rejecting her as her coy whisper, filled with tones he had never even heard in her before, nothing like the Knight he knew she would be.
'...I sure missed you.'
He'd forgotten to breathe.
As she moved away, he drew a breath, out of necessity.
She looked him over, and he stood still, letting her examine him, feeling oddly on fire and yet with no passion.
He was burning up, all to a crisp, with only the flame of a candle steadily fighting away the black flames that threatened to overrun his gentle calm. Him. Vodadragan. All he was.
Threatened.
He didn't even listen to her last words.
They weren't coming from Meridah.
The filly claimed the name, only hers, and this creature before him was.... like, but not like. His... nothing. Maybe, somewhere, deep inside... maybe she was... she had to be, she was so alike in body and yet the being looking back at him held nothing of his best friend's SOUL.
His tail wrapped around himself of its own accord, protecting him, the first movement he had made since she had opened her eyes.
The tail crept round and round until its tip came between them, embracing him as he fought to remain calm.
After so long... and now this.
He was outraged. He was confused. He was... still Vodadragan, just... not with his Meridah.
His glance flickered to the sky, as he hoped that Phoenix would stay away. Safe, but not here.
At least... at least until he figured out what was going on.
"M...." he couldn't bring himself to call her by that name, even if he longed to summon his best friend with its utterance. That had already failed.
"Mare." he named her, pretender in the skin of my friend what have you done with her?!
He breathed.
If she was in there.... he knew this was her but it wasn't her and it was just all so... so...
He paused, looking at her with a queer light in his eye. "I still miss you." he whispered, answering her question and yet speaking to Her.
"Where have you been?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 11:38 pm
She'd caught everything, surprisingly, once she settled in and allowed her ever calculating eyes to absorb all that he had to offer her. While it didn't particularly offend her that he seemed to recoil from her touch, it spoke all the words she wanted to hear when nothing had left his lips from the longest time.
It was exactly what she wanted to hear.
Slowly a sinister smile crept onto her lips, her tense body relaxing as her eyes turned to ice; a danger swirling in once so adoring orbs.
Then - a laugh, the malice dripping from it was as thick as poision.
"Wouldn't you like to know where she went." Her voice sunk, sultry in its depths but held something very off putting in each syllable. Meridah would have never sounded like that, but of course - she lived in duality. She was...but wasn't.
"I see there is no threat now for you knowing, your little wretch died years past. If you wish to join her I will happily grant it to you right here...your blood can slip back into the sea where you came." The mare snapped, brows dipping to a frown as she boldly took a hoof and stomped it to the ground in front of her as an act of aggression.
"You're and idiot for thinking she'd still be alive after all this time." Meridah spat, taking another step as her sharp leggards glistened in the light. "If you know what is best for you...you'll crawl back into the puddle you came from. I have buisness here and will not hesitate to put you in your place if you make any notion to interfere. Do I make myself clear!" She snarled, snarled with her teeth snapping as if she would bite his jugular if she wanted to.
...and it was obvious she would.
Oh, perhaps a bite for good measure.
Her body made every move to leap at him with a precise and scary speed, her jowls opening to make the move as she was in a forward motion. It was only seconds, happening so quicky it went unregistered by the mare entirely.
NO!
She stopped dead with her pupils dialating in a moment of understanding...or something amiss with a shimmering spec of hope, quickly shaking her head as Meridah blinked a few times.
What...was that? Looking up confused a moment as she felt she'd lost her mind for a moment she quickly pushed it into the realm she was being kind...too kind. She really needed to be getting back to not blow her cover. She'd already spent too much time with this idiot, Beelz would not be pleased if he'd found out.
"Just...leave me alone. Tell anyone and i'll come back and end you." She breathed, pushing past him as she tried to make her way to her original destination - the path.
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2014 12:06 am
He'd never felt such violence, before.
The desire to... shake her until she became herself again.
He watched that violent strain melt away as if it had never been; even now, he'd have never raised a hoof against her. Even as her face twisted, showing the monster inside. Even as the demon surfaced, danger swirling in the eyes that had once belonged to someone he loved.
Still loved.
Would always love.
But this... wasn't her.
Teasing, spitting, sultry and low and... threatening.
Your little wretch.
Something inside him burst, boiling and raging to the surface as he coiled away from the creature in Meridah's skin.
She could call him an idiot, she could insult his being and his home but that she would speak so about Meridah was... infuriating.
And yet the hot rage stopped, and he stood there as she lunged towards him with an open mouth.
Never, never ever.
He could never hurt her, harm her. Even now.
And yet the blow never came.
She'd stopped, and she'd... changed.
More, familiar. More like herself.
He watched, the smile dying before it had a chance to form as she shook her head and blinked. Confusion, then.... gone.
But he'd seen it. He'd seen her.
Stubborn determination held hope above all else, a solid pillar amidst the chaos as all but dedication to Her faded away.
He had found her.
And now it was time to make good on all his other vows.
On all their vows.
"Vodadragan." He said, his voice quiet and yet cutting through the stillness of the day.
It followed her, trailed after her, even as his body remained stuck between sand and sea.
I've found you. And i'll be here.
Always.
You're not alone, Meridah... i'm here.
And when you're ready... just a little, for today.
An inch.
Just up to your belly.
A little more....
Come out, Meridah...
Come back.
I'm here.
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2014 12:26 am
What had gotten in her?
She's never stalled like that in her life, never second guessed, never...failed so miserably like that. It was as if her very cells had seized on their own accord to stop her dead in her tracks. Her nose crunched up from the deep set grimace on her face, lips up in a distasteful snarl as her body was now moving away.
Stupid beach.
Stupid Kelpie.
Something was wrong with this place, it messed with her psyche like it had called to her as if this cove was a siren.
No matter, she snorted, her hooves now nearly stomping away as she wanted to make time to get back to the miserable herdlands she was forced to call home. Soon...blood would spill like the waves and she would be praised - no one could say she was an outcast no more. She'd take her place amongst the great - at Beelz's side.
Vodadragan.
A pause, with a sharp laugh.
"Like I care." She called back like a knife in the back with the way her tone was so calloused.
However, as she moved up the cliffs with vigor she couldn't help but find the name he offered stuck in her mind on repeat. It infuriated her, and by the time she reached the top felt as if she would go crazy thinking about it.
He was no dragon.
Dragons were useful, he was just a stupid, pitiful tadpole.
She would not return here, unless he decided to try and foil her plans in which she would come and kill him. Meridah had been fully prepared to dart off once she reached the top but to her surprise she stopped at the crest. Staring out before her, she could feel her head slowly turning to look out to the sea...before stretching a little forward...
To glance back at Voda.
There was a moment she was looking at him.
Seeing him, for everything she knew and held onto in the dark chasm.
I'm so sorry....
...but i'm scared.
Suddenly her eyes went wide as she realized she'd been staring, giving him a low whinny of warning with a death glare before heading back to the herdlands.
Unaware fate had other plans, and it wouldn't be the last time she got sand on her hooves.
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2014 12:42 am
He'd waited for her through the nights, through the storms. Through whatever the natural world threw their way, and whatever any of its inhabitants had in store.
He'd come for her when she was drowning, he'd come to shore for their meetings just as she came to him, he'd never stopped coming for her and he never would.
Meridah.
His best friend, his strong and brilliant and brave and wonderful friend.
A slight smile tilted his lips at her cutting retort, a dismissal not as cold and calloused as all the words this pretender threw his way.
It didn't mean much. Words uttered in a breath. Not when the air of a lifetime stretched before them.
He could take it. Endure the taunts, the threats, because of that flicker... because of her. She was worth all of this, and more.
And he knew she was in there, buried perhaps, held captive by whatever this was.
Whatever had happened, whatever she had gone through to bury her character so completely and twist what remained into what had lashed out at him today... he would be here.
And she would return.
He waited, moments passing like heartbeats as he watched her retreat up that familiar hill.
There.
She looked back, and his heart warmed and tingled with recognition. There you are.
And then the flicker was gone.
It's okay to be scared... I get scared too sometimes.
He turned, moving towards the sea, needing to wash away the feel of that invading caress even as he held on to the memory of her gentle touch. So long ago... and yet he knew.
"I'm here." he said, quietly, to himself. He had time for a quick dip, before Phoenix returned.
"Meridah." he'd found her, at last.
He'd been right, all along.
He'd known it, of course. He'd known it to be true.
But it felt so good to finally... see.
She wasn't quite right, and she wasn't quite herself, but she was Meridah, somewhere, in there, and he would find her.
The body, now the Self.
I'm coming.
Slipping into the waters, he let out a gentle sigh.
Soon.
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2014 8:52 pm
Days later, she'd made good of her promise to not return to the beach, worming her way deeper into the family like a parasite. She tried to remain as in character as possible, but some refused to believe as blindly as the matriarch. Her holdings were founded but shaky at best, forced to go out with some runners of the clan; knowing she was being watched.
Waiting for her to make one wrong move.
It was on her quest that she came across a rather ornery kalona...one who didn't take kindly to being told to leave the area. Meridah had scoffed as it was truly no match for her cunning and whit - but she'd not anticipated to have been followed so far out. The Meridah she was playing wouldn't have taken life so rashly, she had dreams of victory at an intelligent and non lethal force unless absolutely necessary.
The skirmish wasn't pretty as she couldn't use any of her killing blows.
She had been trained to end life, not brawl.
So, although the victor she felt very much the loser as she limped back; fresh gashes to add to her ever growing collection of scars as blood oozed from her shoulder, cheek and hip. The darkness of night had all but settled in, having been limping for hours at this point to even get this far with such a lame leg.
At least she was pretty sure she fractured his jaw - that made her pleased and it seemed to have worked as she was no longer being followed.
Closing her eyes as she fought through the pain, she'd have to hide out and lick her wounds before heading back....it was hard enough pretending to be kindly and loving around those idiots that she was damned sure she didn't want them coddling her with a smothering concern. Besides, she could have just said she continued on with the route and arrive back by morning to no one second guessing where she had been.
Allowing her keen sense of direction lead her in the path she knew led home; Meridah limped that way for some time, only opening her eyes when her footing changed to well traveled path to something soft.
Oh no...it couldn't be.
".....s**t." She groaned inwardly, assaulted by the salty breeze as her 'intuition' had taken her right back to this god forsaken cove.
Maybe that tadpole wouldn't be here...wouldn't notice? At least it seemed he'd not said anything to anyone back in the herds - or maybe it was he couldn't make it there. Either way, he'd be allowed to live for now. Frowning she turned once again, heading back to the treeline as she knew the hill would be a little too much for her at this time...she just had to be quiet and she'd slip out as quickly as she came.
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2014 9:07 pm
Voda lay sprawled out flat on a rock, his ears pressed tight against his skull.
It was harder to be patient... now that he knew she was here.
He didn't dry out so quickly under the stars, and he hadn't been out of the waters for very long. He'd taken to brooding on the little perch, watching and waiting and hoping. His dives were shorter, for fear of missing her once she returned- shorter even than they had been when he was searching day after day for any sign of her. This, too, had soured his mood.
Closing his eyes, he tried to clear the frown. Phoenix wouldn't be visiting at night; there was no need for him to stay so close to land, let alone linger on the literal shore... and yet... what if.
Opening his eyes, he sighed- though he couldn't breathe very deep with his ribcage pressed against rock.
He hadn't wished to intrude upon the family, but he had been twisted up inside about his best friend's twisted persona.
He knew that a family of knights would be safe even with her- and yet he remembered her coy little plays, her... pretending.
What game was she playing? And why?
Spotting her moving slowly- stunted- across their beach, he rose from his watch-post, striding forwards with purpose despite the slight stiffness to his sore limbs.
Maybe he'd been there longer than he'd thought.
The scent of blood wafted to his nostrils, mixed with the salty air.
His frown grew deeper.
He moved forwards, seeking to cut her off, and stopped directly in her path.
You're late.
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2014 10:22 pm
In a moment where the mare still was under the assumption she was alone on the tranquil beaches, she let the breath escape from her lips in a shaky motion. She was tired, and so, so sore. It had been some time since her body hurt to badly, training was one thing to have stiff and achy muscles the day after; but when someone came at you with the intention to physically harm you...
One was left with how she was now.
Death seemed so much kinder, so final, very little pain if only for moments. While she couldn't die, not yet, she'd embrace such a notion if it was for the sake of her family. She'd be a hero....she'd be accepted.
She would belong.
Such whims of her conscious would have to wait though, as she picked up the sound of shifting sands. Whipping her head to the side she cast a dark look to the stallion who came to a stop in front of her; watching with such a silent gaze. His body language was trying to speak to her in a sense, or so she felt it as crazy at it seemed.
Looks like he'd been waiting for her to show up; as she'd initially thought as she was the wolf in his dead friend's skin.
"What do you want." She grumbled, clearly not impressed that he was in her way or the fact that he showed his face at all. "I thought I told you to piss off, I am not her." Meridah snorted, shaking her head but regretted it instantly as the off balance pulled at her injuries embedded in muscle tissue.
She wouldn't be weak in front of him.
Grunting sourly she pressed on, hiding her limp as much as she could as she attempted to move past him into the treeline; she'd need to rest up before morning broke but of course he was slowing that down like the pest he was.
How bothersome.
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2014 10:41 pm
Eyes carefully trained on her, he caught the shaky breath. It made him... mad.
Here she was, after so long, all grown up and yet morphed into something entirely foreign and strange. And here she was, the second time he'd seen her since the day before Everything had changed, and she was hurt.
He didn't know if he wanted to hold her down until she healed or embrace her gently.
Golden gaze leaving her face to wrack over her body, his lips pulled further back in a silent snarl at every injury. Out of room to retreat any further, his lip thunked down and then performed the motion again.
Finally, he settled into a sort of grim scowl.
The injuries that he was most concerned with were the ones that made her... like this.
Where had she been? What had she endured? Why was she... acting like this?
Her words, denial, crude and coarse.
He would not be dismissed.
Where are you hiding, Meridah? And... why won't you come back to me? To us?
As her motions threw her off balance, he slid sideways to block her path fully, his fins splayed as his tail lashed once, a loud whomp through the air.
"You're not taking care of her body." he accused, wanting to fuss and whine and mourn every cut and yet feeling rather hostile now that he knew She was still... stuck. Somewhere. Deep.
He waited, torn between anger and concern.
You're not her, not completely, not entirely, and yet... "Then why are you here?" he tried, daring her to come up with some feeble excuse.
He flipped his tail again, tensing his muscles to show that he would dart to block whatever exit she chose. The only way out... was through him.
He'd been waiting forever, and he wanted his friend back.
Maybe, just maybe, he'd let 'her' go... if she showed herself.
Meridah....
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