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 THE PLAGUE
Snö
It was, of all damn things, sleeting. Profuse, thick glacial sludge that poured from the sky crackling and thundering with electricity, snapping whips of pure, raw energy. Fucking autumn. Even in the North, her temporary home, the season could not make up its mind, if it was near spring or near winter. The air was cold, so bitterly frozen, and the snarling wind felt as if it was trying to peel the skin from her face. At first, Snö had fought it with a passionate fury, marching on without delay. But she wearied fast in the hodgepodge of rain, snow, rumbling, ear-splitting thunder, and she could not imagine her prisoner fared any better, seeing as he had lost. Even she had winced as she heard the snap and crackle of bones snapping and pulling, the joints unlocking and popping as her hooves had cracked into his shoulder, dislocating it. It was then he had given way under her, then she had gained the upper hand.
Not that she would ever admit it, but it had been more difficult than she would've thought, even knowing him from the first attempt, to subdue the canker-licking, soft-hearted, yellow-bellied stallion. For most part, during the long trudge home Snö had steadfastly ignored the white unicorn she despised so greatly for being a turncoat. What had been done, had been done. She had come off with her small part of injuries as well- what hurt most was the long, slim gash that ran across her left hindquarter, where his horn had ran through the delicate flesh. Luckily, it was shallow. Unluckily for Valentine, it hurt like a stinging bitch, which improved naught of her temper. In fact, rather unsurprisingly it made her even more malignant and vile than usual. But despite her relentless anger, there was one small seed of hope planted in her. Would this be the way to become noticed, to have attention drawn to her? Would Psyche realize her worth, and what she had done wrong by condoning her, abandoning her? As much as Snö would prefer to say the walk home was short, it was long, dragged out over the space of several weeks, even when they kept a forced-march pace of cantering for two hours, and walking for a half hour. It was tiring, and one of the only reasons Snö pushed on was because she wanted to be rid of him, him and his hideous hide- she wanted to kick him into a forgotten cave and bathe her white-turned-brown from dust hide in the hot springs. It was an insistent urge, to purge herself of the clinging dirt, to ease her stiffening muscles in the hot water, to relax. Just the thought of it made her knots seem to undo, come a little looser. Snö didn't mind the dirty work, exactly, but she appreciated the finer pieces of life. Here they were, however, the heavens unleashing a torrent of rain, as they stood on the edge of the Basin. For a long minute she stood, staring down, vision blurred by the lashing snow rain, before turning her head curtly to Valentine. "Go, get a move on," she grunted, lowering her horn towards his chest, from a rough two or three feet away. SPY  |
the Rift
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[OPEN] Chagrin [Valentine, Plague]
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Stab my heart like a stick in the mud
Cut my chest just to see the blood "Speech." Frost flecks on my light grey skin, as I am forced to move from the hot desert. I am in pain, and there is no limit to my anger. How she bested me, I don’t know, but there is more at stake here than just me. I see her body, as light as mine, dragging me away from my family. My sweet mare, my mate, and my lovely new child. I look back and see the sand twining down from the hills, red dust soaking into the sky, moving through unnoticed. I didn’t have a choice now, that I knew, and there was no turning back. I was deeply ashamed, that was for sure. I didn’t want to go, and I felt childish almost, because I wanted to throw a tantrum. But I didn’t want her so see me like this, especially a rag tag filly who couldn’t even control her own emotions. I kept silent, moving towards the North. My shoulder hurt like hell, and I could feel it was messed up. I was pissed about that too, grunting and limping along. I said not a word to her, just walked and plotted as I did so. It grew colder as we got closer, and then I could see the mountain range in site. I moaned, mostly from pain, but from the heart ache it brought me to see this dreaded place again. I was in no mood to see these fucking imbeciles right now, and I would never be in the mood. Psyche. He knew she would be dying to see him, only to spit in his face and drive her horn through his heart. But no, he wouldn’t allow that. He would fight back, and he would escape. He would make it alive for Cherie, for Aiko. For himself. The mountains came closer, and the journey dragged for him as well, the light grey struggling to stay a float. His shoulder hurt more and more as he moved on, and this was worst than the burns he had received in Helovia’s Heart. Though he kept pushing on, not only because of his shoulder, but also because of Snö. Rather he liked to admit it or not, he had lost. He was a prisoner, and being brought to this frozen hell for torture. He would take whatever beating he had to, without sound or tear shed. He would be strong, would not give them the satisfaction of breaking him apart. He would survive the wounds they placed upon him, and wear them proudly as scars. He wanted this to be nothing to him, just another sad day in his life. They reached the boarders, and there they stood for a while, and he rested on his good leg, while the child stared into the Aurora Basin. Then, quickly as she had stopped, they were moving again. He snorted by her words, and without a word moved past her, not even looking at the shallow soul. He knew of some of their strives, and he stifled a laugh, thinking she was only doing this because she wanted to be mommy’s favorite. He knew Psyche, and she would never be. She would have better luck loving a shark. He moved across the frozen tundra, limping slowly, and moving slower as the snow got deeper. It was snowing now, and the wind still whipped around him, which didn’t help either. But there were horses up ahead. It was time for the show to begin. OCC: Feel free to powerplay hurting him if this is where this thread is going :3 Stop the presses cause I'm killing time
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04-29-2013, 04:12 PM
04-30-2013, 08:04 PM
Stab my heart like a stick in the mud
Cut my chest just to see the blood "Speech." The churning of the world kept me alive, but there was something more beyond it. I was awoken to a dull pain that grew more mild with my conciousness, and it almost grew to too much. I was swimming, in and out, in and out of something. My vision was blurred, and my left eye hurting and I could hardly see from it. I grimaced in pain, and I couldn't stand up. Something had happened, but I couldn't remember what, but the pain was so intense, that I once more passed into unconsicousness. I was floating. It was a strange feeling, and it felt like it was real, but somehow, I knew it wasn't. Figures dances in what seemed to be candle light, for they flickered on and off as if being swayed by something. It was almost terrifying, and I was scared for some unknown reason, yet I knew what it was. What this death? Was my body dying, crumbling into the earth like ashes and dust, and my soul had escaped? But the answer was no, and I was just having a nightmare. Upon this nightmare continued for a long while, with just those figures moving back and forth, back and forth. I was silent, then suddenly something started screaming. It was me. I woke up, screaming in pain and terror. What had me terrified, I don't know either, but I was. My breaths were large gasps, and it hurt even to breathe. I was in a prisoner place, and there were some around me, but I couldn't tell who it was now. I tried to stand but failed, and I could see the bruises she inflicted on me. They were large, and I remember trying to bite her, and that is why my eye hurt. I didn't know if I could do anything but lie down and let the snow sink into my skin, but for now it was all I did. Here I was, alone and trapped in the most frozen hell I could ever imagine. . Stop the presses cause I'm killing time
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