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Scree[ms] In the Darkness ((OPEN)) - Scree - 10-09-2012 The thud of the mare's hooves on the ground resounded in the night. The sound echoed in her ear, as surely as the thunder cracked in the night. The rain would be upon them soon, the lightning cracking across the sky as the rain, in torrential downpours, dropped to the ground. She glanced up and through her ebony mane in anger, skidding to a stop in the mud and grass. The land was devoid of life at this time of night, of horse life anyway and she was not upset with this. The croaks of frogs and the chirps of crickets were enough noise for her to not feel too lonely in the night. She shook her mane again, the dark strands landing haphazardly on her raven coat. She inhaled the smell of the impending storm and she drank in the heady smell. How she loved the rain! Past the smell of the rain was the underlying scent of horses, undeniable against the smell of wet and grass and mud. She could not pick out individual scents, they blended together: young and old, mare and stallion, all alike. She wrinkled her muzzle. She had not trusted a horse since Hawk had betrayed her. Sadness stabbed her heart as she thought of her lost child once more. It was time to begin anew. Too long she had been alone, and though she could not trust them, she longed for others. A companion to speak with, perhaps it was time to take another lover. She could never give her heart again, but perhaps it was possible to begin a family still. She was past her youthful, wild days, her wild oats had been sown. Those were fanciful thoughts. It was far easier to keep everyone at bay. She resented the weakness that had driven her to seek out companions. She would not actively seek a herd, instead she would let them come to her. Nor would she grovel to the herd member that came to ask her to join the herd. She would not petition or beg. She had nothing to bring to a tribe but her years of experience and her wandering ways. She was not a likeable mare, but she could hide that for awhile, at least long enough to convince another. With that, she dropped her muzzle to the grass and began to graze. She would wait. RE: Scree[ms] In the Darkness ((OPEN)) - October - 10-09-2012
RE: Scree[ms] In the Darkness ((OPEN)) - Scree - 10-10-2012 The scent of death permeated the air and the mare lifted her muzzle to take in a most odd sight. A mare, her coat a dull black and her tail, varying shades of black and grey, bounded behind a...rabbit? The mare's orbs widened. This was no ordinary rabbit. The smell of rot and death was apparent and nausea whirled in her stomach as the mare with her dead or undeaded, whichever it may be, companion approached her. She took a few, uncertain steps back. Uncertainty rarely played a role in her character, but at this scene, it undeniably did. Almost as surely as the rank of death rolled off the rabbit, craziness was exuded from the mare. As the mare halted before her, she watched in captivated horror as the dead creature dropped, lifeless once more, to the ground, it's odor growing more fearsome. Death made her uncomfortable and this was something she could not control. She had not seen much of it, not enough to be hardened to it. The situation at hand demanded precision. This mare was mad, and she had no desire to incite her to fury. "I am known as Scree," the mare replied to the introduction that was given to her, drawing her eyes away from the dead rabbit and placing them instead on the scrawny mare before her. Other than her apparent insanity, she held no surprises. She was an average mare, of average height and of average coloration (disregarding a few oddities). However, in many ways, years of travel had taught her suspicion and she would not just yet let her guard down. Though the mare hardly seemed a threat, it was the personality of a beast that often posed the biggest threat. RE: Scree[ms] In the Darkness ((OPEN)) - October - 10-10-2012
RE: Scree[ms] In the Darkness ((OPEN)) - Scree - 10-10-2012 Her initial judgement of the mare seemed to be proven with each breath the stranger took. October, she turned the name over her in her mind, assigning it to the mare before her. Her eyes narrowed. Perhaps this mare could be useful, but she had no desire to grow close to her. She did not trust her, and that distrust was multiplying with each moment. Once more the rabbit's stench forced bile to raise in her throat and she stuffed it back down. The reanimation of the dead was against all the laws of nature that Scree knew. It was wrong. The dead were meant to stay that way. "My name is hardly any stranger than yours," Scree responded, her eyes narrowing. Interactions with horses had been kept to a minimum, and she did not care for this mare's personality. She felt a keen desire to leave the mare's presence, but remained nonetheless. "My past," she responded simply to the mare's inquiry, "and loneliness. It has been a long time since I have lived among my own time. Perhaps it is time to give up my wandering ways." Her own secret desire to have puppets to control and manipulate, she kept hidden. This mare would know much about puppets, Scree thought with horror as she watched the dead corpse limp to the side of it's controller. Once more the urge to vomit coiled in her throat and she swallowed it back. This mare controlled forces beyond the norm and Scree felt uncomfortable in her presence. RE: Scree[ms] In the Darkness ((OPEN)) - October - 10-10-2012
RE: Scree[ms] In the Darkness ((OPEN)) - Scree - 10-10-2012 Wrongness hung in the air and was smothering her. Accustomed to being in control, the mare was on edge and completely uneasy. It was not, she felt, in her benefit to remain here, but at the same time she was unwilling to merely leave. October was insane, her next words emphasizing this fully. Scree's brow furrowed, what purpose did her questions serve? Was it a question even intended to be answered? "Not as far as I know," the mare replied, coldly, almost indulgently, as though she were dealing with a child. October's disturbing orange eyes penetrated her and she shuddered, perhaps even in her soul she shuddered. This mare, this creature before her was not to be messed with. It was time, Scree decided, to take the lead in this dance. "I do not intend on dying any time soon," the mare growled, uncertain as to whether the mare was making a threat, or merely behaving in the way that she behaved: that being insanely. Death did not scare her, but the concept of having her body behaving as a puppet to this mare sickened her to the core of her stomach, "the dead are meant to stay that way." Her voice could not cloak the disgust she felt for the mare's disregard to the proper way to handle bodies. Though it was a mere rabbit, October had already indicated that she would not hesitate to resurrect a fellow horse. The thought twisted her innards. RE: Scree[ms] In the Darkness ((OPEN)) - October - 10-10-2012
RE: Scree[ms] In the Darkness ((OPEN)) - Scree - 10-10-2012 "I know nothing of such things," the mare responded warily. She had no business meddling with such things. Souls were a part of a world she did not understand and one that she had no interest in attempting to understand, "I was unaware a soul could be stolen." She turned looked away from the insane mare, no longer comfortable looking upon the eerie, orange orbs in the dull pelted face. To her shock, when she returned to attention, the mare was behind her, the shifting positions causing her to step forward uneasily. "That is debatable," the mare retorted, "on occasion one intends on entering into the realm of death. I have entertained the idea once or twice." After the death of her unborn child and Hawk's betrayal she had deliberated throwing herself off a cliff or eating some sort of poison. "Are you dead?" the mare responded, "by your logic, you cannot know that they should be living." Her eyes narrowed as the mare crossed the threshold from playfully insane to angry. Perhaps violence was on the horizon, not something that Scree fled from. She was tempted to lash out, the mare's behavior inciting her to both fury and fear. "Death is natural, that is an aberration," she asserted, flicking her ears at the rabbit that was creepily make it's way toward her upon the order of the death magic-wielding October. Scree reared, her hooves thudding to the ground next to the rabbit as the wind picked up, blowing into her face, once more, the smell of rain. She ignored the rabbit, resisting the urge to aim a kick it's way and get rid of it once and for all, "recall your 'pet'," the mare demanded, her voice raising above the howling wind, "immediately." RE: Scree[ms] In the Darkness ((OPEN)) - October - 10-10-2012
RE: Scree[ms] In the Darkness ((OPEN)) - Scree - 10-10-2012 The giggle pierced her ears as the lightning and thunder cracked in the sky. The first drops of downpour splattered against her black coat and she raised her eyes to the sky. The rabbit, half devoured and half rotted, had fallen again and lay limp. The crazy mare that controlled it, it seemed had let it lay this time. Scree watched her warily. Insanity was as dangerous as anything else and if she took her eyes off the mare, she feared that she would be attacked. Scree was not trusting, and she was cautious around horses she feared would be sent of the deep edge, as this mare appeared to be. "There is no need," Scree responded, horror leaking into her voice, "you cross many lines mare, this is not something to be played with. Death is permanent, holds a permanence that nothing else does. That is the way of the world." Her voice was softer now. She had not lost anything but her half formed child, and she knew that it would have sickened her to see even that dead thing walking and animated by some black magic. Monsters, she was facing one and she was afraid. Fear, an emotion that had not gripped her since her youth. She struggled with it, seeking to cast it off. Finally, her internal struggle forgotten, she straightened and looked the mare in the eye, meeting those curious orange, triangular things with her own chocolate orbs. "I fear that which is unnatural, incomplete that may make me, but if so I prefer to remain incomplete. I do not understand your magic, mare, and I do not care to. Now, if you are quite done with your...pet," the mare paused and continued on, "perhaps we can be civil with each other?" It was a desperate hope, but Scree was tired of playing the frightened filly. She had a mission to accomplish, and this mare was not helping. |