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| Filly :: Unicorn :: 16 :: 8 Months |
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Roses Have Thorns.
Giggling Arwen ran ahead, her golden and ivory locks feathered out behind her. They were finally above the caves and the excitement of seeing the snow of the first time caused her to rush ahead. "Asch! Come play." The young filly did not look to see how far behind her family was. No, all the sun kissed filly was interested in was the cold wet substance known as snow. It swirled lightly around her, landing on her face and melting into her Ivory coat. Another burst of giggles escaped her, the joy of the moment could not be spoilt by anything. A sound behind her caused the young filly to spin in sudden shock. It was only a rabbit though, it leapt out of the trees and regarded her curiously. Blinking back at the brown rabbit, the filly's face slowly spit into another smile. Never before had seen such a creature, she did however recognise it from the tales her mother had told her. A little snowshoe rabbit, with it's big brown eyes and floppy ears. Where was Asch when you needed her? She had to see this! It was a rabbit and her sister was no where to be seen! The rabbit began to bound away, it was slowed down by the snow. Arwen cried out "Wait!" Asch still hadn't seen the rabbit!
The rabbit didn't even look back though, so Arwen began to chase after the brown rabbit. "Wait!" Her high pitched voice called after the rabbit again. "Please don't go!" They both leapt through the snow, the game of chase allowing Arwen to finally stretch her legs and explore the world around her. Disappearing between some trees that were rather thickly grown and bushy, Arwen hastened to follow. Bending her front legs so she could see under the brush, her golden orbs searched frantically for the hare. It was nowhere to be seen though, it was like it had vanished into thin air! How silly. Sighing with disappointment and sliding back out from underneath the tree, Arwen looked around for her mother and sister only to realise that she was quite lost. "Mother?!" Fear crept into her voice and panic began to seep into her limbs. "Asch?!" Shivering in the sudden cold, the golden girl back up until her legs brushed up against the branches of the tree. The outside world suddenly lost it's magic. She was lost and no one knew where she was. "MOTHER!" Her voice wailed this time as the tears froze on her cheeks.
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@[Asch] | @[Confutatis]
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| Deceased |
| Filly :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 8 Months |
| Brit |
03-09-2014, 03:33 AM
(This post was last modified: 03-09-2014, 11:54 PM by Asch.)
| Asch and Arwen |
Unlike her sister, Asch wasn't so accepting of the chilled fluffy substance. It was odd, and while intriguing and beckoning her to play in the fluff spraying up around her paler twin, Asch wasn't so sure she trusted it just yet. Snorting at it delicately she only lifted her crown when Arwen cried out for her cheerfully, demanding she come and join in her rambunctious play. Giving a hesitant smile in reply, the cocoa child lifted her dancers and plunged forth into the chill of the snowy white wonderland around her. Chasing after her twin, giggling softly, as if afraid to be frowned upon should she show as much free weakness as Arwen. Asch was supposed to protect her, she wasn't allowed to have fun or good around, she had duties regarding her frailer, sickly twin. Her cough had yet to cease, much less dwindle, and as much as it hurt Asch to hide away from the process of making friends and having fun, Mother had burdened her with the task of keeping watch over her twin. So she had left normal life behind, along with her tears, and she gave everything she could never have to her twin. Already so sacrificial so early in life. But maybe just for today she could play.
But just for today.
Her face was glowing in a brilliant smile as she pranced and kicked up the snow around her, sending into a chilly spray. She giggled and kicked up her heels, shrieking gleefully as the frozen substance landed shockingly on her hindquarters. It was blissful, and she loved it. Loved playing with her twin, not worrying about Mother frowning for letting Arwen play in the cold with her illness. No future reprimands to dwell on, only joy. Except Arwen had to yell out a command to some odd creature Asch couldn't see and go running off. Frowning at the sudden distance between them the gold streaked filly hurried after her, imitating the rabbit shed yet to see by hopping over the snow, keeping her eyes on the form of her twin. Whatever it was, she stopped by the thick brush ahead, clearly becoming hesitant over entering the rather intimidating grove. Asch didn't blame her, it wilted her fake confidence just as quickly. But the fearful cries of her voice drove her forward, quickly rushing to her side, panting harshly from exerting herself to arrive faster and console her twin. Caramel cheek pressed to an ivory flank as she struggled to regain her breath, green-flecked golden orbs gazing towards Arwen's hidden eyes.
"S'okay, Wennie, I'm here," she panted softly, giving a bright smile in hopes of cheering her up and calming her fearful screeches. "Mother will find us," she said confidently, nodding her head in a decisive manner. Looking around she frowned fearfully and couldn't contain her shiver, pressing her side to the length of Arwen's. No matter what Arah asked of her, Asch was still but a babe, and she too was scared no matter what she told Arwen. Instead she went for a distraction method. "What did you see?" she queried cheerfully, peering through the underbrush curiously as she lowered her head to the gap the bunny had disappeared into.
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| Mare :: Equine :: 16.2hh :: 9 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Mongrel :: Common Kitsune :: Dark Illusions
wanda |
 CONFUTATIS
I've been eaten from the inside out
There is a sentinel lurking in the shadows, her scarred and pitted hide melting into the darkness; the only thing the children might see if they were to glimpse towards the copse of trees would be a glint of melted gold, the amber of her eye. Nares quiver in thought, drinking in the scent of snow and ice, frigid winter having happily devoured all aspects of Helovia— and she decides in a swift stroke. Children make good pets, and they will make excellent soldiers once she has it brow-beaten into their horned skulls. Legs move as she steps out from behind the trees, pulling free of the black she so loved; she is terror and ambition, horror and a sinner, moving towards them, moving towards the little children not so far away, as they begin to call for mother. Yellowed teeth glint wickedly as a leer caresses her inky lips; a rabbit pelts towards her.
It is soon trapped by the illusions of her mongrel's magic, an insidious delusion of death and decay, all of which will impose itself on the hare in due time.
"Children!" she calls, eyes glittering with vile intent. "Children, don't fret, mother's just back here..." The kitsune at her flank drops his haunches on the snow; his skepticism melts through her mind, and she chokes on it. They would come, what other choice did they have? She was- she was an adult, they were only little children. It wasn't as if they could simply run away from here... teeth grit in frustration. Fear, her mongrel implicates, weaving illusions of torture and unseemly things done to their victimized rabbit. A shoulder shrugs, uncertain, and her head turns to study the yako impetuously. There is conviction is his scarlet gaze. Nostrils flare in her exhale, and she sweeps down towards the hare frozen in nightmares (what sort of bad dreams could rabbits have anyways?); jaws pin around white fur, poison jaws. It drips through the thick fur, acidic slime, burning and corroding, and the rabbit begins to convulse in spasms of pain. It smokes as the infection deepens around it's spine, drips down it's flanks, and she crushes it in her blunt teeth. Yet for all her claims of being a wolf, it is difficult to hold it in this position; her teeth slip on the sleek coat, unused to needing to hold anything up.
The hellion glances up towards the children and moves towards them; she tosses it at them, and only then does the veils of decay impose itself on the rabbit. Chunks of cream fluff fall and drift from it's pelt first; and then decay blooms on it, rings of rot, muscle stripping from bone, and it even seems, with a little help from her mongrel's dark illusions, that flies buzz and swarm around it, fat black flies with glittering blue wings.
"Come with the wolf, little birds, or you will decay to oblivion too."
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| Deceased |
| Filly :: Unicorn :: 16 :: 8 Months |
| Frostie |
03-09-2014, 06:04 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-09-2014, 06:12 PM by Arwen.)
Roses Have Thorns.
A cough shook her body, eyes widened. Another cough forced it's way through her chops, her panic made her condition worse. Coff...Coff...Coff... Then finally the voice of her twin. She was here, holding her. Pressing her side up against her, sharing her warmth. Arwen smiled gratefully as the panic began to leave her system. Of course their mother would find them, she hadn't failed in that respect yet. The golden daughter offered a smile to her brown sister. Giggling, Arwen whispered; "You're sweeter than the honey that the bees make. Soul sister, you're brown sugar." Asch asked what she had seen and the excitement from before returned. "You should have seen it sis...it was a rabbit, it had those long... " Her sentence was cut off with a gasp as mare who was not their mother appeared before them. Arwen watched in horror as the mare bent down and killed the rabbit. The life left the rabbit's form as the mare's evil teeth closed around it. "NO!" Screamed to filly looking at the crushed form of the creature who had been her friend moments before. "No! No! No!" That was all that the golden filly could scream, her eyes fixed on the form of the dead rabbit.
The mare tosses the rabbit at their hooves, Arwen, in her desperate haste to get away, trips over her one hooves. Falling fast, the golden filly tires her best to disentangle herself so she did not take Asch down with her. Asch would protect them, Asch, her strong and clever sister would never had gotten them into a situation like this. The dead rabbit turned her stomach, her tears spilled over, covering her checks in a light scale of ice. Fear burned away her rational thoughts, the panic brought her cough back. They shook her entire body as she lay shivering in the snow, was she going to die? The rabbit was still in sight however, the experience with the rabbit was not yet over. Revulsion filled her as chunks of cream fluff fell and drift from it's pelt first; it's body becoming naked and twisted as the decay bloomed on it, rings of rot, muscle stripping from bone. Flies buzz and swarm around it, fat black flies with glittering blue wings. A scream tore through Arwen's throat. The twins had only been born a month ago, never had they seen such horror before. "Stop it! Make it stop! Stop!" Arwen pleaded with the mare. "We'll do whatever you want...just stop!"
Unable to tear her eyes away from the rabbit, Arwen struggled to stand once again. Then the mare says something that pulls the golden girl over the edge. A threat against her sister. A rage builds inside her, boiling and it begins to rise, taking over her soul. A haze clouds her vision and then suddenly she can hear them. The dead. Somehow she had woken them from The Underworld, the souls rise around them from the subterranean dimension, seeing the world they had left behind. Panic does not seize her for some reason, perhaps she realises that this ability is apart of her. "Do not fear daughter of death, lighter of life." They whisper quietly. Her eyes rest on the mare that had appeared, killed the rabbit and threatened her sister. "Bring him back to me. Let him protect us." Waiting and watching, finally the rabbit's soul whispers to her. She does not understand but it is comforting none the less. "Come friend." Even though the body is decomposed and decaying at an excelled rate, Arwen watches as the rabbit rises again. His soul barely able to attach itself to it's mortal form again. Still he rises and submit's himself to her will completely.
The dead are still whispering, their voices sad, lonely. They fill her ears with the stories of their deaths, things she does not wish to hear now. Steeling her mind of the form of the decayed rabbit, the golden filly commanded it to attack the mad mare that had killed it. "Vengeance friend," the destroyed form of the rabbit turns on it's hind legs, Arwen helping the creature's balance with her mind. It toppled and collapsed before it reached the evil mare however, it's soul no longer able to connect with it's rotting body as Arwen's strength began to dwindle. The voices faded and one by one the souls of the dead sunk back towards their new home. "We will talk again, daughter of death." With that the last of Arwen's strength vanished and she collapsed to the ground.
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I'll post Arah in a minute! ^^
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| Deceased |
| Filly :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 8 Months |
| Brit |
| Asch and Arwen |
Chiding smile is sent Arwen's way, clearly disapproving of her choice of words. "Only to you, maybe. You know Mother finds me the darker of us. I am not so sweet in her eyes." And her face twitches with pain and hatred for a brief moment, but she stomps down on it, not wanting to show her thick feelings in regards to their mother. Arwen regarded her too highly, Asch didn't want to hurt her by revealing how deeply she could hate any singular person. How deeply she could hate the fae who had birthed them. But she loved her helplessly just as much, and she was weak, knowing she would never be able to stop loving her no matter how much she hated her too. "Soul sister, you are the sugar. I am the mold that grows upon it. You accept me, but others will cast me off from you," she spoke softly, almost sadly. Sincerely. But she smiled indulgently regardless as Arwen began to speak in hushed, awed tones, describing the bunny Asch had not been able to catch view of. So long as it made her happy, she'd listen to every rambling word her twin ever spoke.
Then their paradise fell to pieces around them, Arwen's gasp drawing Asch's attention to the wicked bitch that slew the rabbit before her twin's innocent eyes. Asch's face fell instantly to a fierce snarl, reminiscent of the wolf the stupid cow claimed herself to be, stepping forward and in front of Arwen to shield her. Fierce golden eyes were hot as the molten metal that named their color, pinning onto the doomed bitch like daggers. Arwen's screams only deepened the ravenous look on her face, shoving her backwards with her body, pushing the two of them through the snow. As much as her bravado, her anger, demanded she attack the whelp that dared to upset her twin, she knew she was far from capable of taking on a full-grown warrior. Vengeance stewed in her gaze, promising that one day, when Asch was grown and strong, that the wicked bitch would fall beneath the rain of her hooves for what she'd done to Arwen.
The thud of her sister's body into the snow had Asch leaping to post her legs over her like a hound, head low and crouching over her like a dog faithfully serving its downed master. The crooning of her twin is ignored in favor of keeping her eyes on their current predator, but the twitching of the deceased lupine has her suppressing a shudder. Good Gods, what was Arwen doing? But a bitter side of her sighs. Of course Arwen would get magic... Not she, the protector, the one who needed the magic to keep her foolish twin safe. But she cannot dwell on it, for Arwen's sounds go dead, and she fearfully looks down as the rabbit collapses to see her twin miming it almost perfectly. Had she hair upon her shoulders it would be bristling, hackles raised, as her teeth gnash angrily. Ears are tucked so tight beside her horns it nearly hurts, but anger makes it all seem dull and uninteresting.
"You are a fool, you sick bitch!" she barks, voice like nails and whips slicing the air around her. Tongue, once held politely in Arwen's presence so as to preserve her innocence, is unleashed. "If you hurt her, I will wait a thousand years to kill you! I will rip the flesh from your bones and shove it down your disgusting throat! I will rip every hair from your head and choke your damnable beast with it! I will paint with your blood you bitch!" She is screaming now, plume lashing so quickly it is like a cougar's preparing for a duel to the death. She is still soft like a newborn but her soul is like iron, and she has heard whispers and solemn vows of pain. Innocence has been stripped from her willingly, for it lets her serve her twin fully, and now she uses it to flame the desire for blood in her eyes.
Now where was their mother? Even better, where was her precious Papa and Talbot? She would tear this stupid cow to shreds with Talbot and Papa at her side if she could. Nobody hurt Arwen. Nobody.
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