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From the Sanctuary, Hellä turned a left, and then to the right. She stopped at the ledge of a deep pool with a falling river. She peered up, looking into the darkness of the night which the water was sourced from. The brightened stars were glowing with powerful aura, and the dark night sky made them feel as if she could reach out and touch one. Of course the mare didn’t try, but she wished she could. Just to reach into the atmosphere and dance on a night star. It would be like she was living a dream, out in open space, looking down on top of the Earth that every living being walked. She would rule the world then, but if anything, the first thing she would do was cure the undead from these peaceful lands.
Hellä had heard the dark rumors that came from the terrified creatures of this land. They had said that the terrain was once peaceful, but sudden dreadful smog covered the lands and now the wraiths walked among the innocent. She believed them all, because they all told the same story. The dappled warrior didn’t like such pain for one’s purified soul, because it also triggered pain for her, even if she didn’t understand why. Maybe she was soft on the inside after all, but she refused to accept it; knowing such danger would follow right behind it. Anyways, she had just arrived and wasn’t going to hurt herself head over heels.
A white creature flew against the cavern walls, making the faint mare blink in confusion. What was that? She wondered as she glanced down at the walls. Before herself, she saw such realistic illusions. She was standing still, others fleeing around her. The white winged creature(Tinek) caught her attention again, but this time it was flying alongside of a white mare(Ophelia) with crimson tipped hair. The mare confused Hellä, for she knew such character and had no idea of her insistence. But soon afterwards, two more illusions flew past her in speed, and there were no questions as of who they were. Her mother and father. The two raced past her as, what seemed the scenery of Isilme, went down in ashes.
Hellä looked broken hearted, but she tried to ignore it all. They aren’t real. They aren’t real. She insisted herself in believing this as she tucked her eyelids close. When she thought she had committed herself to the thought, she turned back and what stood before her made her jump backwards. A painted stallion(Dragomir) stood in front of her. He was not known to the warrior lady, but she didn’t turn away. They both stood there in silence until the mare broke the quiet with three simple words.
"Who are you?"
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The darkness of the cave enclosed the ivory stallion, urging him furthermore to explore and know these twisting walls by heart. But today, a smile played upon his dipped maw, cyan eyes brightened with a jovial light. Exiting out of the cavern, there was now a cure for the monstrous wraiths. Horrific beasts that wrought darkness upon others, their forms mutilated could now be converted back to normality, they could finally be brought back into the light.
Exiting to the right, away from the way he entered into the god's cavern, Arrane found himself upon a new room. His smile beamed, his grim mask was transformed into one of a jovial aura. There stood ethereal water fall, glinting slightly in the light cast off from the stars. The place was dark, but the gurgle of water drew him closer, to be exposed to the night sky with an opening in the cavern. Stars twinkled above, and yet he caught the scent of another, immersed in the darkness with him.
The smell wafted to his nostrils, and Arrane glanced with curiousity. Should he move towards it? But then reflections started dancing upon the walls, and images began playing before him. A stark ebony mare flashed before him, emerald eyes glancing momentarily as she grimaced at him. His sisters, Laila and Willowe appeared on the scene, screaming for help, beckoning him fowards in the water. Frozen in place, Arrane was unable to move, finding himself stuck on the ground. Should he save them...but how could so many images project themself upon them without being real. How could they have found him?
No. They weren't real. They were merely illusions that brought back torture from the past. Brisa appeared, gently smiling with soft lips. Whispers and voices from his past began filling his ears, and at last the trance was broken when the voice of the figure spoke out. Thank gods, they were beginning to drive the warrior mad. "Good evening Miss. I believe you saw images of your own on these walls", referring to the strange forms shaped upon the stone, created by the water.
"I am Arrane, from the Windtossed Foothills", he offered, finding the mare, at last seeing her taut figure in the faint light, the ivory stallion kept his distance, yet was still besides her, staring fowards into the water fall as she was. The silence filled between them, wondering if she would reply to him.
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Distant voices lured her away from the sanctuary, and into a new room... One that was much more interesting. She turned right, away from the sanctuary, and was greeted by darkness, and... Water? She stepped forward curiously, not paying attention to the voices just to her left. Before her, trauma and grief played out. A black and white mare being struck over and over by a much larger, black Stallion with crimson orbs, seeking blood. Her dome leaked with blood, but the brute stopped at nothing. The filly flinched, the sight horrid for any eyes. She curled her neck, looking away at the opposite wall. There, she was greeted by yet another horrific scene. Antie, throwing herself over the cliff, falling, her limp body... she looked like a feather on the wind... Abishia shook her dome fiercely, not aware of who had just arrived. The filly shut her eyelids tight, closing the curtains to the outside world. Flattening her lobes, she started to pay attention to her actual surroundings, not the tricks that the water played on her. "Good evening Miss. I believe you saw images of your own on these walls" Could it be? Did others see it also? That someone, was speaking to someone else...
She jolted, suddenly realizing who that someone was. Blindly, she trotted over to the pale Stallion, worry silencing her. She bumped into him, much taller then her dear friend now. There was another, just to the other side of him, a girl... Abishia draped her neck over his lovingly, letting out a raspy 'hello' to the other girl, choked by tears. She let out a small sob, then withdrew her neck from across his, swiftly touching his maw with hers. "Arra- Arrane... You have stayed str-strong my dear friend..." She opened her orbs, afraid to see if there was another scene. But she kept her sorrowful gaze on the two dark figures before her, the starlight not doing much to light the cavern. " D-do you see it too? The scenes?" She questioned them both, her tears making a soft pitter patter on the stone floor. She had been broken... Her spirits dampened for the first time.
"Abi Talk!"
@[Hellä], @[Arrane]
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Then, the room filled with illusions that she could not understand. From the paint stallion, the line of souls began to circle around her. A dark mare(Confutatis), another paint steed(Aaron), a ebony king(Paladin), the white lady(Opehlia) reappeared, a rather off-normal filly(Roskuld), a dark queen(Ktulu), a great prince(Hototo), the golden princess(Ranjiri), a light angel(Eios), and lastly, a darling winged girl(Onni). It hurt her mind to wonder about the figures that stood in front of her. The girl spun in circles, meeting each one’s eyes with her own. She didn’t understand and it made her terribly drowsy to know why these creatures stood in front of her.
Hellä slid around on her haunches as the first painted stud walked closer to her with a slow pace. ”Do not fear us.” He spoke with kindness and so the mare could hardly believe that he would hurt her. But she cocked her head to the side to look around the steed and at the dark mare with saliva dripping from her dark muzzle. Hellä could not help herself but fear of the dark soul that stood behind the stallion spirit. She thought she had seen a glimpse of the mare mouthing the words ”I will destroy you,”. But she ignored it, knowing these were only illusions and they weren’t real. The river, its playing trick on you. She told herself this, hoping that this time her heart wouldn’t ache from the pain as it resisted to accept it.
“Who are you, and who are they?”
The steed still did not answer her question, instead he backed away to close the circle of souls again. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw the saliva mare take a step forward and then stop. You are brave; don’t let them in. Hellä blinked and then the illusions were gone – just like that. The mare turned away, and from the corner of her fearsome blue eyes – she saw the dark mare lunge at her. The dappled warrior panicked and screamed, “NO!”
She ran as fast as her dark legs would take her, but then she hit something, or someone, and fell to the cold cavern floor. Hellä jumped up and looked behind her for the dark monster; only, she wasn’t there. Her heart sighed with relief and she looked to see what she had bumped into. A silver gray stallion stood beside her, and again, she jumped but then noticed that this figure was none of the illusions. He looked almost like the white mare and her silver dragon. He was catchy and had crimson blood tips in his mane and tail. He spoke to her, but she merely heard it, still spooked by the evil ghost she had seen a few seconds ago. “Sorry, I – I saw something. Something cruel.” She confessed, her heart pounding with fear.
A painted filly stood in front of him, trying to speak but her voice was also sobbing between the quiet words. She questioned them both, wondering if they had seen the images that played out before them. Hellä just added a quick nod in her direction but then she stared into open space between her and the deadly waterfall.
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Only when the images seemed to stop flashing by--those of the horses he kept close to him, the returned once more to haunt him. It seemed like they continued going on for the snowy mare as she remained entranced with the flashing water. It was at that moment when the ebony mare dancing like a mirage began snarling at him. Decomposing before his eyes, her healthy fur with a sheen began falling in clumps on what seemed to be the ground. Emerald eyes slid out of sockets and her mouth twisted into a horrible sneer. Anger rose before him, but at the same time, the ivory stallion was transfixed in horror.
His sisters flanked her both sides, staring with horrible grimaces, their teeth rotting to black, little balls beginning to bubble beneath their skin. A yell began to rip through his throat as all those held close to him horrifically transformed into flesh eating demons. "Make it stop", whispering, Arrane averted his eyes to the ground, a grand tremor shaking his taut form. "I do not know what they are", biting his tongue, the ivory stallion did not see what the woman saw. He only saw those that drew in closer and closer, willing him to be consumed by darkness.
A familiar bodice rubbed besides his right flank, but unscented and elusive as a shadow, the ivory stallion jolted with suprise. Craning his neck, he saw Abishia, the little filly whom he thought had died. A smile played upon his maw as he nuzzled her, trying so hard to vanquish the scenes from his mind. Feeling her neck warm over his for mere moments, she released him from his hold, gentle prodding his maw. Nuzzling her back with deep affection, he could tell that his sister like figure was deeply troubled, and yet even he was troubled, but he wouldn't let it show around Abishia.
"I haven't stayed strong. I was weak when I had to defend you and Miss Boa", voice forlorn and distant, cyan eyes were clouded with disappointment at himself. "I thought you were mauled by that demon", his vocals were stoic, yet he still sounded like a mere whisper. "Yes we see the images" , a soft pattering sound landed on the ground, droplets faintly brushing his leg. It was then that the ivory stallion realized that his cherished friend was crying. "It's okay, Abishia. Don't cry", soothing vocals purred out of his throat, overridden with concern. Touching her cheek with velvety lips, Arrane wanted to comfort the radiant girl.
But soon his gaze averted to the light gray mare as she shuddered softly after running. "Don't be afraid", kindred vocals tried to calm the female. It was Arrane's turn to finally return the strong shoulder when others were troubled. The woman stared at him, and the stallion gave her a half heart smile, still deeply troubled by the images that presented themselves to him. "It's okay", friendly, he gazed with burdened pools, only wanting to be of some relief to the mare and Abishia. "I too had witnessed cruel pictures", refusing to let himself shudder, Arrane stood strong for the both of him, wanting to nuzzle the mare to ease the grayish mare. But the disturbed mask still lingered on his dished face, never erasing despite his jovial demeanor.
She was quite beautiful, warrior seeming in all of her light gray and ivory glory. Captivating azure eyes were widened with fear, and her mane seemed like the color of snow, bright against her bi color figure.
//I just realized this was a thread made for Abishia >.< Forgive me! If you want, I'll edit and make Arrane walk away. ^^"
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An odd feeling seemed to fill the air, the girl seemed broken for the first time. She draped herself against Arrane, feeling as if she had fought a million battles. The girl looked to him for support, but it seemed they where all viewing frightful sights, and all needed someone for support and comfort. "I thought you were mauled by that demon" Abi offered a little giggle and shook her head, lost for words and choked by tears. At his next words, she flinched, then moved away from him so she could lean down and rub her cheek on her left fore-leg. Abishia snorted, and reached her maw out again to brush his shoulder lightly. "No worries, friend." The filly forced a smile, looking over Arrane's back to the other mare. She narrowed her eyes, forcing her orbs to adapt to the light. She must have seen them also, for she had expressed her fear also, catching Arrane's attention, his kind words reaching her dainty lobes. Abishia whispered to the other girl, "Hello miss. I'm Abishia, this is Arrane. " She was leaning over the kind brute, the bottom of her neck pressed against his withers and upper back. She kindly smiled at the beautifully dappled mare. The glowing light shoed her assets nicely, an image of beauty. Abishia softly hummed, closing her orbs and leaning against him more. The song she hummed was unknown, but one that simply came to her. She stopped abruptly, " It's nice to meet you miss." She then closed her eyes again, and continued with her humming. Lightly, she nibbled on his red-tipped mane. The images still dared to snatch her into a world of sadness and regret, but the girl pushed them away. She was a strong soul, able to resist the pictures on the walls...
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The illusions had stopped, but the grey mare knew that they still lurked in the shadows of the cavern corners. Her heavy dome kept glancing back towards the pond, watching for the dark mare that had tried to attack her. But she kept snorting and telling herself not to look back, that she wasn’t afraid and couldn’t let herself believe that she really was. Even though she knew deep down that she was drowning in the state of fear; her mind kept pushing her and pushing her until she was trying too hard to find that brave situation inside of her. But she just couldn’t find it.
Hellä had never felt this way and she had never even expected to find this feeling. She had always felt proud and fierce, for she was a warrior, but she hadn’t felt sorrow. This wasn’t normal for her. She couldn’t be like this; she couldn’t survive like this. The dappled lady stood there, covered up in fear like a newborn baby shivering as if it was stuck inside a snow globe. She stepped closer to the ivory stud. Hellä didn’t know him, but she did know that most steeds would protect are mare, at whatever cost. Even by the way he talked towards her and tried to sooth her, he felt as safe as ever.
She didn’t think about the question that maybe he already had a mate. She wasn’t in this for affection; she was simply looking for protection. It wasn’t that she couldn’t protect herself, because Hellä could if she wasn’t in shock from the attack a few seconds before. She was confused, and didn’t even know exactly where she was at, or who these creatures were beside her. What she had seen had messed with her innocent mind. Even if they were illusions; they looked as real as ever in the warrior’s eyes.
Hellä’s head turned slightly towards the painted filly as she spoke out their names. Abishia, Arra–. Before she could finish committing the names to her skull, she darted her eyes to the left, and that’s when she saw her. The dark shadow that had attacked her early was there again, saliva running from her dark lips and her evil eyes staring to the blood veins that ran from Hellä’s neck. ”I will end you,” the mare whispered. That did it for the soldier, and she backed up, striking at the transparent with her hind legs before veering away to the stallion’s right side where she stood between him and the wall.
No. I won’t let you. She told herself inside her dome, glaring back at the dark figure as she disappeared. She stood tall now that she knew they were gone for good, or at least she was. Hellä snorted and looked back to the real figures that stood before her chatting. She smiled and looked to Arrane, hoping he didn’t mind about the contact from earlier. Then her gaze shifted to the filly, her eyes filled with honesty as she spoke to her in a simple, but soft, voice.
”They’re gone.”
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A velvety maw prodded his shoulder and a weak smile melted upon his maw. It was hard to stay strong during this wicked period of darkness, yet Arrane would never stop fighting to defeat the impending threat of wraiths. Images never failed to continue flickering on stony walls, stamping themselves on the back of his mind, dancing in the corner of his eyes. Swallowing defiantly, the ivory stallion would refuse to let these beastly pictures weaken him anymore. For goodness's sake he was a warrior! The shifty smile disappeared soon after, staring ahead, lost in his mind and thoughts. It scared him that his sisters were being plagued by the demons wandering around Helovia.
Would they be safe? It would be unlikely they would survive, no fighting skills, no idea on what the wraiths were. Gritting his teeth, rebellious cyan eyes glared at the walls now, hating them with every ounce of his being. Adrenaline powered by fury raced through his veins, hating the waters reflecting on the darkened cave. How dare they make him remember painful memories! It felt like a stroll down agony lane once more, a period where he had loathed himself for leaving a siblings that adored him. These strong emotions spurred by hatred and rage were foreign, completely unlike his calmed personality, kindred and friendly. Yet here he was, wishing he could exterminate every last wraith off the face of this Earth. After his friends had been consumed by darkness, his family possibly in danger, it drove him mad!
Abishia brought him back to reality, as he felt his red tinged mane softly pulled, tickling his neck. Looking to his side, hearing a girlish giggle, Arrane caught sight of the fae gently nibbling on his hair. The sweet sight brought a small laugh rumbling out of his chest. All nerves and anger from the images ceased bubbling and taking over his consciousness, receding back into the depths of his mind. A sweet little girl she was, the ivory stallion affectionately nuzzled her cheek as she stood there distractedly. But they were in the presence of the dappled and white mare still, causing the stallion to avert cyan pools towards the woman.
Shocked, eyes gazing blankly ahead, her whole figure straightened out after moments of peering motionlessly at the gurgling pool. In all of the serenity of the night, the placid stars twinkling tranquil in the endless void of ebony, the images still brought back the horror plaguing Helovia now. The period of darkness. Looking back at the mare, he smiled, realizing she was fiercely glaring at the pool, as he had been minutes before. "It's okay", reassuringly whispering at the entranced mare, his whole being was focused on her, curious and willing to aid her in whatever had struck her so forcefully.
It didn't matter to him earlier how she tumbled into him, or her lack of speaking, for he and Abishia had been reduced to that space earlier, and were free of the illusions. Azure hued eyes met each other, Arrane and the mare exchanged friendly smiles, as her look lingered upon Abishia. "At last", responding to the simple phrase uttered, Arrane felt overjoyed that the shadows of the past had vanished. The grin still remained on a velvet maw, awaiting for the conversation to further develop, knowing Abishia, the sweet little girl, would bring something up.
//Thanks! Sorry for not responding in quite a while! I've been in the middle of a move so it screwed everything up! >.<
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The tension that was gripping the scenario seemed to lessen, and Abishia dared to remove the curtains from her pools. She was greeted by a dim lit cave, reflections of water playing on the stone walls. The girl exhaled deeply, her sides extending. She was still huddled close to Arrane, his tinged mane tickling the side of her neck where no mane laid. They spoke of the pictures being gone. Abishia was thankful that they didn't have to endure any more of that horrible agony they had all felt. She had sensed that Arrane was distressed, and they grey mare was pretty vocal about the situation. But now, they all seemed to be much more relaxed. Cocking her left hind leg, she leaned some of her weight against her good friend, knowing that he would support her. Over his back, she offered the dappled girl a friendly smile. "What is your name?" She asked lightly, her voice thick with accent. The kind girl then refrained from Arrane, and walked in front of him so she could formally greet the mare. She stood in front of the grey, her body at an angle. She smiled again, and dipped her dome politely. Slowly, she made her way back to Arrane's side, leaning on him again. "What herd do you call home, dove?" Of course, the question was directed toward the fae, her voice was a mere whisper, hoping not to come across harsh. She pushed with her shoulder, nudging Arrane affectionately. "I plan to join the foothills, with my amazing, and handsome friend here." She looked her at her and winked jokingly, hoping to make her friend blush. "He is singleeee!"Of course, she didn't really know if he was, it just kind of slipped out; but of course she was just joking. She laughed loudly, throwing her dome and nibbling on his mane again. Then, she reached her maw up and bumped his ear with it. "Oh, I'm just kidding..." She trailed off, giggling a bit.
Abishia then looked to the fae again, wondering about her. Was she a healer? A crafter? Maybe a warrior? The questions swirled through her mind, but she didn't dare to come across rude and ask them. She flicked her tail, the hairs swishing across the stone floor with an eerie noise. Twitching an ear, the patchwork child began to speak. "What are your hopes and dreams? What do you want to be? Anything you've ever wanted, leave it out on this floor. Stuck in this underground hell we might as well have a conversation. " She swiftly glanced around the room, her orbs resting on the crisp waters. She cocked her head at the indigo falls, wonder making her delicate lobes twitch. She closed her orbs, squishing them closed tightly. "All I have ever wanted is a family..." She touched her maw to Arrane's cheek lovingly. The Stallion was like family to her. The girl knew that he would always be there to support her. He was like a brother... An amazing brother at that. Quickly, her thoughts then switched to what she was talking about.
"Have you ever felt like... You were made wrong? As in, have you ever looked at a Pegasus, and thought, wow, I wish I had those?" Her question was odd, but she was wondering if she wasn't the only one. She turned her dome so that she could look to the dapple mare. Hornless, wingless. Bare. Like me. Lesser, passive, not worthy. The thoughts had an evil twinge, but Abi yet again resisted to show this on the outside. A small smile fell on her velvets as she stared forward and spoke again. "I have always wanted a horn. " She laughed a bit, noticing how stupid she must have sounded. She shook her cranium a bit. "Don't get me wrong... I have nothing against ones that are bare... Like me. I just have always wished for one." She lied. Her voce had heightened a bit, almost portraying her true feelings. Guilt started to brew in her. Well what am I supposed to do? Tell them that I hate hornless? They would think I'm crazy! Hell! I'm fucking hornless! Inside, a storm brewed, but on the outside, she remained a calm, happy filly.
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She didn’t look back; she stared forward and never turned. Her dome battled all the questions that rumbled around inside. She could ask them out loud, that would be awkward – plain awkward. She wasn’t made to fight the humiliation of the population, only made to keep her away from it. Hellä had been humiliated before, but she hadn’t back down from the fear that brewed inside of her; she had learned from it. She had changed her ways and learned how to keep herself from making her look like a fool. She had taught herself everything she knew – seeing as she had no one to count on as a filly before her mother finally found her and took her back to Isilme. Before that, she had been completely lost.
The filly started spilling questions from her pale, open jaws. It came all out as one blurb, surprising Hellä and making her jerk a little. The dappled soldier tilted her dome to the side and gave the male a quick glance from the corner of her orbs. She knew not how to answer them, but why she should answer them. Why did she need to know her name? It wasn’t that important, was it? She settled for the calling of ‘dove’; at least someone thought she was a clean, fat bird. Because to her, I’m pretty skinny. After being locked down in a foodless chamber, she had lost her weight and now her ribs showed clearly.
Hellä listened, only to hear, yet, another question. A herd? A family? She had thought now that they were all stuck down here; wouldn’t they all be in the same herd? Because they weren’t in groups and they defiantly weren’t in a different land. They were all on the same soil, in the same big, underground room. Now they were all one herd, none were from a different affliction. They collided here, and they were to join up, to be one. Yes, Resplendence had let Hellä join the World’s Edge, but there was no World’s Edge anymore. It had been consumed by the darkness, just as all the other herds had too. All we had now was this cluster of unorganized idiots!
“My name is Hellä, and I called – nowhere specific my home.”
The gray mare was shook from her rant as the filly continued on talking about the steed that she stood in front of. ”He is singleeee!” This made Hellä jump in surprise but then she calmed, a short giggle escaping from her throat. She had never had a crush on a silly boy; she had never had the time. But now that they had settled down here, maybe she could finally have some fun around here. She had always been a flirt, and she could never resist them – attractive studs. She tried as hard as she could to resist from making herself look like a selfish brat. But it was something that she held onto and couldn’t convince herself to give it up; it was a part of her living existence. Or maybe she was just imagining things.
But it was her next question that pulled her eyes to the hued filly. Hopes? Dreams? She had dreams when she was young, to become a warrior, and now she was. She had no more dreams; she had fulfilled her life to its fullest. Hellä had become general back in Isilme, she had bled for her family, and now, here in Helovia, she would do the same. Maybe she wouldn’t become general again, but at least she would be able to battle. That’s where her heart rested – on a battle field filled with dried blood and skulls of the ones that had died fighting for either their family or possibly just for the fun of the sport. She had no problems with trading her blood for what she loved doing most. Fuck, she wouldn’t care if she lost every bone in her entire body.
“What are dreams for when everything is in front of you and all you have to do is chase it?”
A sneer entered her veins with hellfire as the patchwork filly spoke of being made wrong. She wanted to dangle the thing by her hooves and knock some sense into the nerve-wracking girl. Who did she think she was? Her features could get no better! Did she not see what she was? “How dare you,” she told her in a harsh, but soft tone with a hint of aggression. “How dare you call us wrong!” Hellä’s hooves stepped closer to the filly, step by step. “We are anything but wrong! We are beautiful; with or without the frame of the mythical creatures! You should be proud of who you are; and know that you cannot change yourself in any shape, shift, or form. We’ve got nothing to lose! They have to protect their extra parts, or else they will be broken.” She paused for a second and glared at the filly. “We move swifter and quicker than thy! They’ve got to take large gaps while we can weave where we want!” Hellä backed away to the spot where she had stood alongside of the white stud. “We’ve got nothing to lose.”
The dappled lady turned back to the stallion, eying him carefully. “I’m sorry if I offended your friend, but what needs to be said – needs to be said.” She gazed back Abishia; smiling faintly with a slight smirk. She hadn’t meant to hurt the filly’s fragile feelings, but it was all true. The equines had nothing to lose. They had nothing to fight for except for their own family, if they really cared enough. And if Abishia cared enough, she would chose to keep her original form, for there was nothing wrong with a bare forehead or shoulders. No matter what, they were all still pretty; they had to just look a little closer, not on the outside, but on the inside. Or that’s what Valhalla had always told her.
“You don’t need to change.”
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The silence seemed to envelop the three lone horses, only the mere sound of gurgling water heard. Arrane felt the soft body of the fae lay against him, sensing the ongoing tension, causing him to stand rigidly. But it was soon that Abishia finally invoked some sort of conversation, bringing in some sort of light into this dreary setting. Smiling, the confident stallion stood quiet, enjoying the way the conversation was going. The ivory man was bold, not afraid to speak, yet the comment Abishia made caused an uproar of heat to sting his cheeks. Sheepishly grinning, mischievous eyes twinkled at the mare, and the smile widened when he caught Abishia's gaze. "Nah, it's all okay", good humored, a red tinted tail swished placidly.
Averting his eyes to the mare, his look lingered upon her dappled figure for a little bit. Beauty was in the eye of the beholder, and though Arrane thought that most mares were stunning, Hella was gorgeous. An ivory mane framed beautiful, clear blue eyes that gazed straight ahead with a determined ferocity. The mare seemed like a warrior princess, beautiful and graceful, yet ready to leap into battle at moments notice. Laughing along with the two of them, Arrane felt a flicker of hope within him, looking at the dappled mare, and grinning along with Abishia.
//not finished. But y'all can continue if you like (Just a heads up, I was going to have Arrane (not violently :3) agree with Hella on how Equines were a marvel of the world. )
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| Mare :: Equine :: 16 HH :: 5 years ~ Birdsong Buff: NOVICE |
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my stories are very somber..
The dotted girl that she thought was so quiet, broke out of her shell... But maybe too soon. She spoke her name, and mumbled that she really had no home. Just like Abishia. But really... Did the herds even exist any more? The child hoped that everything would be the same as it had been soon. Maybe then her dreams could be granted. Maybe she wouldn't be bare anymore... A harsh voice reached Abishia's harks, and she stumbled backward, startled by her words, and how she had jumped on her case so quickly. “How dare you call us wrong!” Abishia flinched. This mare obviously thought she was better than the Unicorns. Even the Peagusi! The girl scoffed at this. Equines lacked so much beauty. They were bare. It didn't matter to Abishia that she could run faster, weave through trees, or even be more agile. She did not give a shit. Turning her head, she looked to Arrane, her orbs pleading. But she only found a cold shoulder. Even he agreed! How dare he betray his best friend, hell, his sister, for someone he had only just met. She didn't care about their opinions. Orbs lit with fury, she walked forward towards the indigo, and stared into the water, the mirror of herself greeting her.
Anger boiled inside, but she pushed it down. There was no one at her flanks anymore; no one to guide her and tell her what was right and wrong. Now, her emotions flared, she didn't know what to do, everywhere she went, she felt mis-lead and wrong. She looked to Hella, and spotted a smile on her kissers. A disgusted look twisted her expression, and she simply stared. The girl felt like she had no time for this mare that was so quick to insult her feelings. That's what Abishia gets for sharing her feelings. Everywhere she looks is someone who doesn't care. Someone who could care less about the child. Hurt, she looked to Arrane, tears starting to form in her pools.
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{Slow reply, but here ya go.
it's horrible, I know.}
ABISHIA
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