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[PRIVATE] The Way Of The World (Demetrie)

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LYNX


It has been too long. He has waited, and searched, but Leander seems to be gone, as is the mare who joined them in their exile. His daughters have also vanished, scattered, although he knows that a few may still be sheltered in the Throat, safe in the care of the herd. Still, far more time has passed then he is comfortable with, and that is why he lurks here, on this expanse of soil and hard clay. Here, he is close enough to keep an eye on the desert, but far enough that he is not a threat. Close enough that maybe he will see one of his adopted children again.

For, without war, without battle, without a general, what other purpose does he have?

Once, he might have haunted the Threshold, seeking out weary wanderers and adventurous travelers and leading them to a potential home, bringing them to the welcoming sands of the Throat. Once, he would have patrolled the borders, keeping his family safe. Once, he had direction, knew what to do, and gladly did what he could to help.

Now, he is an outcast and has nothing.

Sometimes, he thinks about returning, toys with the idea of once more filling his life with duty and expectations. He knows it can't happen, he turned away from the Sultana long ago to follow another, and he doubts that she has forgotten or will forgive. There are other herds, of course, that he could seek acceptance into, but he has founds flaws in all, flaws that keep him from travelling to those havens in hopes of finding solace. The Basin is too cold, the winter clime would freeze the flesh around his pierced cheek, tightening it into agony. The Foothills are far too unstable lately, cycling through leaders at an incredible pace, and besides, he has no wish to become a mercenary. He would rather fight for a cause he believes in, not hire himself out. And Edge, well, they and the Throat are firm allies, making it unlikely they would welcome him.

And the world keeps turning, and time passes him by, and he does nothing.




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Demetrie
Don't worry I'll kill you slowly so you can feel it.




It'd been a while since the now grown mare had been away from grass. She'd lurked in the darker parts of the Foothills, growing and cultivating. She was stocky now, built firm and strong. Muscles rippling under her fur every step she took. She tossed her head for a moment, and walked forward onto the ebony stone. Black clouds of smoke hanging lazily over there heads before rushing higher and higher. There was not a single ounce of water near this fire pit, and if there was, it was tainted from the smoke. Noticing a distant figure of a horse, or something built like a horse, she was interested.

Letting her body tilt forward her legs moved at a trot. Once her hooves started beating against the floor, it was obvious she'd grown, and much. Though, stocky, she had never lost the beauty she had before, when she was young. Her horns were large and they were great weapons. At the end of each horn it a sharp point like a needle tip, though her horns aren't that thin. Her neck arched as her dominance shone through her white pelt. Snorting, she went from a trot to a canter. Eventually she got faster, and the distance between them got shorter and shorter. She was coming at him from the side. Like a cement truck she went faster and faster. Until, she braced for impact. Whether he had heard her and moved was unknown, but if he hadn't he just got body slammed by a full grown muscular mare by the name of Demetrie.

Recoiling her body she pranced up to his side again. This time, he might've expected an apology, but the made wouldn't give him one. In a rapid change, she tried pointing her sharp coiled needles on his flank. Seemingly demanding who he was. After all, she hadn't seen his face yet.


"blah blah blah."




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The approaching hoof beats alert the mute stallion, and he snaps his head around to view the newcomer. Through the smoky haze it is difficult to see much, just a large white shape rushing closer. At first, he is not alarmed, but as the figure keeps coming, charging straight toward his smaller frame and showing no intentions of stopping, he knows this is an attack. Fortunately, he is quick, and manages to leap out of the way, though one pale shoulder clips his hindquarters, causing him to stumble. Had his antagonist wished, she might have been able to whirl about and take advantage of this, but she doesn't, instead approaching in an aggressive prance, twin horns aimed cruelly at his flank.

And he recognizes her now, though she has grown, has seen that sleek pelt and twisting adornments, hummed softly to take the fear from those cerulean eyes. He had come here in hopes of seeing a daughter, and so he has, though not one he had expected. But what has happened to her? What creatures had taken her, molded the sweet, innocent child into a brutal warrior? Could he speak, he would have asked, would have apologized for allowing this to happen. But he cannot, can't even speak her name so she can see he is familiar, see that he is the one she called Spots, and with her standing on his right she cannot see his mangled face and know him as her father.

Where the ground not baked hard, he could have drawn, as he did when they first met, formed a spotted wildcat in the earth and reminded her of their time in the Threshold. That option is gone though, for he cannot sketch this almost stone-like dirt into any other shape, not quickly and easily, and he doubts this girl will be patient enough to wait. Instead, he turns his face to her, showing the disfiguring horn as clearly as he can. It will have to be enough.




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Demetrie
Don't worry I'll kill you slowly so you can feel it.




Her horns still pointed at his flank, he turned his head to her. She remembered him faintly. Though the memory had marginally faded, there was still him in the back of her mind. Silence took over them. Quiet and quieter stared at each other for what seemed to be a long time. Slowly, Demetrie reached her soft muzzle towards the point where his horn went into his check. She got close, very closer. Her whiskers tingling as they touched around his wound. Retreating her muzzle she let her upper lip curl upward as she stored his smell in her mind.

Removing her horns from near his flank, she looked at him. She recalled everything in a moment. The drawing he drew, the way he had taken her in, and his fatherly-like nature. Though Demetrie needed no fatherly figure, she enjoyed Lynx. The vixen wasn't to easily swayed though. "Alone." Her voice a ragged crackling tone, and it meant a much deeper meaning. She'd been alone, defending herself, for quite a while. Standing back, with her horns tall and proud, she cocked an eyebrow. She'd even learn how to fight by herself. What a great father!

Her ivory pelt was pure, yet it was a wrong signal. One whom knew nothing of Demetrie, might've waltzed up expecting something friendly, though they'd get her. Demetrie was a very crafty creauture, but not just that, she could change her facade and become the sweetest mare or even a wallflower. She's found a deep want for power, though truly, she was afraid of challenging the tops horses. She'd be eternally shamed if she lost.

Wining would be a must.


"blah blah blah."




Lynx Posts: 73
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She pauses when he reveals his face, stares, as if she knows he is familiar but cannot understand why. Has it really been that long? He doesn't think so, but she was young when he found her, and he supposes it's possible that her memories have faded, especially since they remained together only a few days. Yet, she does seem to remember something, and so he remains still when she reaches out, keeps from flinching as she lightly traces his scarred flesh. Finally, the cursed horn shows some worth.

She pulls her lip up, memorizing his scent, and he can see the recognition flash through her eyes. He is known now, and for a moment he thinks everything is ok. He will have purpose again, sheltering the girl and protecting her from the world. They will be family again, and he will not have to be alone anymore, shunned as a monster and traitor.

He should have known better.

Instead of the happy reunion he imagines, he gets a simple word. Alone, and he knows it is his fault. Though she had been the one to wander off, he should have followed. Should have searched more, instead of giving up. He failed her, and he can see from her haughty stance that she is not much interested in reconciliation. Why should she be? He hadn't gone after her, hadn't found her and protected her the way he was supposed to. She has every right to feel nothing, to turn from him.

But he can't let her go.

Instead, he steps forward, stretches up to touch muzzles, silently apologizing for his failure. A low hum escapes, their former way of speaking. He wonders if she will relent, will return the soft drone. She used to love humming, once upon a time, before she became lost. Will she still love it? He doesn't know, but he has to try, reaching out in the only way he can think of.

No matter what has happened, she is still his daughter.



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Demetrie
Don't worry I'll kill you slowly so you can feel it.




It was simple enough.

She tasted his sting if pain when she spoke. Her lips quivering with her nostrils fir a moment. At least Spots cared. It wasn't everyday a horse got rescued by a total stranger that became a father figure. She knew she would've died if he hadn't come, she knew it. She tryed to hold back a smile.

Her attempt of holding her smile back faded.

Pearly whites were exposed as the rim of her lips curled into a smile. Demetrie let out a high pitched squeal after they bumped nose. She hurled her body away from him, but then turn so they were face to face. Her front hooves lifted off the obsidian rock floor. She was perfectly balanced on her hind legs, as if she'd practiced. Her fore legs got higher until she was at a full out rear. After a moment, she let her front half back onto the ground. Her muscles rippling as they landed loudly on the floor.

Thump!

Her drapes were flung back as she tossed her head. Rapidly, she repositioned herself so she was once again face to face with him. "Lynx." Yes, Demetrie had learnt a few words. In a clatter of hooves, she steps back a step away from him so they stand at a comfortable distance.

It was indeed Lynx. He was no longer Spots.

How strange they must've looked. A dun and a cremello. Kudu horns that glowed blue and a deformed horn that went into his cheek and out his mouth. Wild eyes and calm eyes. Fatherly sweet nature and brutish nature. Buth seemed like polar opposites.

Or maybe not.


"blah blah blah."





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