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The mare needed to contemplate many things.
Her steps were slow yet steady as the mare trudged up the lonely path, her eyes staring blankly ahead of her brawny form yet her vision blurred and unseeing. Long tendrils of cream-white hair flowed down over her face, partially obscuring the crimson war paint upon her face and gently stroking her cheeks as a slight breeze flowed across her body. The air caressed her and the eternal darkness clawed at her heels. The mare was not afraid of the dark, yet this world of shadow unsettled her. All she could see was rock and mist, and the seemingly endless trail set out before her. She was lost in thought, mindlessly following the snaking pebbles that reached before her. Her steps made loud, plodding clomps as she moved, the mare not bothering to hide her presence.
Who was she? Why was she here?
The silver unicorn had willingly joined the Grey, though she was still uncertain as to whether her choice had been the correct one. Her mother had always warned her of stallions and of herds, yet her herd was not only led by a mare, but Artemis had been approached by a stallion who did not by any means match the description laid out for her by her mother. Though in the land she was born it seemed stags were cruel and commanding creatures, here it was apparently not the case. Artemis did not mind; she was not one to judge based on appearance or gender. heck, if everyone did that, not only would she be assumed a stallion from brawn alone, but it was unlikely anyone would speak to her. Her mane was tangled and loosely braided, her dappled flanks marred by dust and mud. The female was not one for keeping up appearances. She could hardly play the hypocrite and misjudge anyone she deemed too ugly or different from herself now, could she?
Yet the mare was also distrustful. Respectful enough, yes, but cautious all the same. This land was new, and she had grown up in near isolation. It only made sense for her to be weary of the unknown.
Where on earth had she ended up?
The mare trundled on for what felt like hours, but time was hard to judge when the sun refused the rise. The mist seemed to slowly be fading, somehow, yet breathing felt harder as she rose up the sharp hillside. At last, she emerged from the fog, only to be greeted by the widest of fields, its grass darkened by the sky yet welcoming and inviting. Confused, yet smiling to herself, the mare shook herself from her mindless thoughts and began to trot into the field. Here, the stars seemed closer somehow, and the moon smiled down on her not with malice, but with joy. She smiled back, lowering her head to nibble at the long tendrils of grass, feeling them stroke her heels and tangle among her long feathers.
The grass was succulent despite the gloom and the mare whinnied in delight. Throwing back her head, she reared, feeling the long plait slap her shoulders. The unicorn kicked out her hooves before crashing down toward the earth, setting out into a gallop. Yes, this new land was full of mystery and darkness, yet did that mean she must be so sad? The mare felt free when she was alone, and revealed in the privacy of her loneliness. Yet as she raced, her thoughts began yet again to claw at her mind.
She is dead, yet you run with joy in your heart.
She came to an abrupt stop. The wind picked up pace, her mane and tail billowing out in front of her, stroking her withers. Sighing, she lowered her head yet again, once more consumed by dark thoughts. With the gloom came sadness, and her own happiness only increased the guilt she felt in her heart. Why couldn't she escape this?
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The world seemed rather unfair sometimes and reveled at the despair of those it oppressed. To some it was a happy go lucky trail without a single root to stumble them. This didn’t mean no one soul had no burdens, but just had a lighter load to shoulder on with. Now many welcomed tribulation as a mother greeted a long last child and such a reaction appeared irrational. Logic would dictate dread as a response in most average individuals; however that was not the case with the horned horse walking in on the setting of a beautiful moon lighted field. This had been a joyous sight to the chestnut painted boys eyes, for he had been walking for a long while letting his thoughts wonder. Most were upbeat yet the darkened ones always managed to surface sooner or later in the form of violent mood swings. During these bouts of rage the unicorn very literally loses himself sometimes to the point the stud blacks them out in his memory. It so happened on this night the stallion did just that and he had no clue where he had ended up as a result. Relief washed over his soul as it gazed upon beautiful flowers in contentment. Walking through them the paint picked some them gently with his teeth carrying them him to enjoy the fragrance. A light breeze playing with his silky white mane and tail aided in wafting in the scent into his nostrils. Giving a contented sigh the unicorn laid down into the cool night grasses and rolled with a happy chuckle then ceased rolling to begin comfortably slipping into a much needed rest. A few minutes later such an attempt was interrupted by the loud hoof falls of another horse approaching. The paint could only hope the new comer would see him in the dark and not fall over him or worse trample him to death.
Castiel didn’t feel it necessary to get up for he was very comfortable and from the sounds of it the horse was very large. Squeezing his eyes tight shut the stallion waited for the new comer to stop to converse
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The wind caressed her mane - stray tendrils stroking her pale cheeks with the affection of a mother nuzzling a child. Her head lowered, shame and guilt filling those steely grey orbs, the colour drained and her mood soured. Why was she still here? It seemed too cruel that she survived, yet the war torn chestnut had died. She recalled her mothers fiery eyes; like hot coals burning in amber firelight. They had been extinguished by water; dragged under the angry depths of clashing waves whilst her daughter had no choice but to watch; helpless. Her eyes closed for a moment, remembering it as clearly as if it was yesterday.
But she knew her mother would want her to live, not waste away sulking like she was. But why did it feel so wrong?
Raising her head and turning to face the wind, she took a deep, chilled breath. Maybe she should head back to her herd. She nodded to herself; the herd was but nameless, faceless strangers to her thus far, and she would do well to better know those she now resided among. She needed to cheer up, and despite her bitter emotions plaguing her, she forced her ears to prik and reared halfheartedly. Her hind hooves kicked back, throwing her tick, stone body forward as she began to gallop yet again, though she was no longer whinnying for joy. Instead, she sucked in deep, counted breaths, eyes wincing in the oncoming wind. It was dark, very dark. She wasn't even sure where the path back down was.
Everything from then was a blur. The field was scarce of rocks and stretched out in an endless plain of grass and mist. Through the ever present gloom of the night, she missed the shadowed blob of flesh until she was almost on top of it. Trying to slow herself, she called out in a shocked whinny, snorting as she skidded toward the brown and white mass. She had no time to stop, and a split second before collision she pushed back her powerful hind limbs and jumped.
The jump, as it was, was not high enough. In her surprise and in the suddenness of the encounter, she was unable to propel her large frame over the heaping mass, and maybe the form had moved or something, she wasn't sure, but the next thing the mare knew was that the floor was flying rapidly toward her face.
Landing in the dirt face first, she grunted in pain, her hind legs slumped over whatever-it-was and her forelegs scrabbling to push herself up. Sighing, she let herself ralax and lay, dumbfounded, in the grass. That was when she felt the lump move. Raising her head slightly and rolling to the side to remove her hind legs from the lump, she gawped as she realised that the 'rock' was, in fact, a bloody unicorn. "Uh...." She opened her maw, but she wasn't sure what to say. She was shock and, frankly, annoyed. She scowled at the lump of a horse, her white face and knees stained with a grass mark.
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Lying on the ground using the grass for a cool blanket the painted stallion thought of his mother and father. It had been at least a year or two since they were killed, but to the stud it felt like it happened the day prior. Out of this trauma came terrible demons they clawed violently at his heart, which remained to be at peace and loving. On the outside the stallion seemed normal always smiling, but beyond the beaming facial expression was a broken soul they sought closure; if such an opportunity would ever present itself to the boy he would gladly take it. Naturally as result of a near death experience by a large crowd of other horses the unicorn avoided herds and others. Who could blame him however it was rather contradictory to the stallion’s fun loving personality. Avoiding others formed to be a coping mechanism as was the hard suppression of rage felt towards the ones who killed his family.
Castiel felt tears trickle down his cheek as the breeze rubbing over his side reminded him how his often would do the same to sooth him to sleep after a nightmare. Now a days there was no one there to do that and how badly the stud just wanted to be held close till he fell asleep. As a result there had been many sleepless nights which gave in to his sporadic and random travels all over the place. Hearing the thunder of hooves coming closer the stud tuck into a ball and quivered, as he felt a hard thud on his side. Opening his eyes and raising his head the boy realized rather not intentionally that it was a hug mare. Feeling her heavy muscled back legs on his side the stud nudged them gently off of him and laughed at the whole situation. “I am sorry lady I was comfy and didn’t want to move…my name is castiel yours?” the stud managed to say before a soft laugh burst out again.
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08-23-2013, 11:00 AM
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Wide eyes stared at the chocolate browns of the stallion, blinking in a bewildered silence. His mouth opened and he spoke, laughing as if it was the moment normal thing in the world. maybe it was; Artemis had no way of knowing, as closed off as her childhood was. Maybe horses tripped over one another all the time. Thanks to the eternal night, it seemed likely, now that she thought about it.
The stag's smile was almost infectious as her lips twitched, yet as he nudged her leg from his body she realized with a stomach curdling thought that she was touching him. Touching. Like, physically. She jerked her legs away and flailed slightly, forcing herself t her legs. Her knees shook slightly, probably bruised from the sudden impact on the earth yet the grass was damp with dew and moisture the sun was unable to evaporate, so the damage would heal quickly. Taking a few steps back to restore her personal bubble, she continued to gawp at the painted face before her. He lay comfortably, his smile lopsided and casual. His face was handsome, and his grin was doubled with the chiming of laughter escaping his lips. And here she was, staring like a madman. Mad woman. Whatever. She looked crazy, probably.
Her lips parted, clearing her throat as she attempted to arch her neck proudly, but her eyes shined with doubt in herself. "Greetings, Castiel. I .... apologize for the rude awakening. My name is Artemis." Oh there she goes again, being so overly formal and polite. Her brain was a mess, locked in a state of frenzy and confusion. She needed to snap out of it, but truth be told she was somewhat dazed by her beautiful swam dive into the earth. Her face sort of hurt, too, and a small cut had formed on her nose. Droplets of blood from the graze bubbled to the surface, but it was shallow. "I am... part of the Grey." She mumbled, brain dead. She hoped it was not an enemy of her herd, though she was much stockier and taller than him she wasn't keen on fighting after such a jolt. Beside, he seemed nice enough. For now.
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The stallion beamed with happiness while the mare still looked wide eyed and noticing the stud kept on smiling. In the hope that his relaxing demeanor would rub off on her it appeared to when he noticed a faint twitch on the lady’s grey lips. The boy knew his care free way always seem to infect others and often the unicorn would use that for situations like this
Cast got to his hooves quickly when the mare jerked away and rose up looking like a thick statue of a war horse. There was no comparison the girl was at least 3 feet taller than him, so looking up the stag giggled. Making out her features in the dark the horse realized how easily it could be for her to kill him the fe’s muscles screamed “loaded, cocked, and ready to go off” but beyond that the mare seemed to be polite which this stud admired. Seldom had manners existed in this fallen world and had become a dead practice with most others. Looking at the draft’s knees the painted recognized their shaking then the scarp on her muzzle dawned on him feeling bad the unicorn quickly asked “How rude of me are you ok Artemis” catching a glimpse of the doubt in the girls eyes the stallion offered encouragement “it is ok this a treat to get to meet you and I should have gotten up when I heard you coming” Bowing politely the stallion begin to walk into her personal space saying “ may I tend to you” he felt responsible for the scrapes and bruises
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08-23-2013, 11:55 AM
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The stallion mimicked her nicetied, and the mare felt her shoulder stacl slightly as she relaxed. He was indeed not an enemy, it seemed, and he was just as polite as the titan. Yet his attitude stemmed from a seemingly aloof persona; bubbly, charismatic, open and caring. Hers did not. She was polite only because of her nerves and her inexperience with such social dilemmas. Her ears twitched, pressing slightly onto the back of her skull as he raised and approached her, but she forced them to perk back up unwillingly.
He mentioned hearing her coming, but not standing up, and she tilted her head in question with a raised brow. He was right, he should really have stood up but the mare did not know him well enough for sarcasm or sass, so she just nodded quietly.
His question made her glance toward her knees as the stags eyes drifted to the gaze on her muzzle. She shrugged her mammoth shoulders. "Barely felt it." She commented. "I am fine, theres no need to-" Her words were lost as the stallion got closer, asking to 'tend to her'.
Tend to her? As in, touch her? She backed up, ears yet again laying flat against her skull. She raised her head and snorted, shaking her head quickly. His body moved like that of a dancer; lithe and swift, delicate steps carrying his form closer to her hulking mass. "No, honestly. I am fine." She blurted out, but he was already closer than she liked. her bubble was being invaded. Subconsciously, and without malice but stemming from distrust, the mare lashed out her teeth. "I am fine, twinkletoes." She grumbled. It was meant as a nip, or a warning, though the moment her teeth clamped around empty air she realized what sort of aggressive gesture she had made. She shook her head again and took a further step backwards. Guilt flooded her eyes. I....I apologize. Again. Look, just...Don't come near okay? I don't do well with touching." She felt her face burn with embarrassment. She must look like a damned fool. But why should she care? Why should she want this random pretty boy liking her? He was neither a part of her new herd nor worth the time, right? She tried to convince herself, but she didn't walk away. She just stood, awkward and slightly ashamed at her little outburst.
She just really hated touching.
She also wondered, where the hell did twinkletoes come from?
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Seeing the brawny mare relax allowed the stallion to relax even more and his little joyful nicker escaped his lips. He was glad to have some company for it felt like years since he last saw another living soul. It was not in his nature not to be social, but trauma kept him well away from others out of embarrassment. Only out of pure concern did he approach the lady and it was habit for him to quickly tend to others. His parents raised him to offer help then worry about yourself later, this piece of wisdom never led the stag wrong before. Getting near the mare the stud noticed her pinned ears then backed up a step then seeing them perk continued to advance. The stallion didn’t realize the lady didn’t like this move at all “Your body says otherwise” he stated having seen worse injuries other than this.
Cast had no intentions of upsetting the mare and was taken back suddenly as the lady’s teeth went to clamp down on his flesh. Jumping back quickly the stud said kindly “ I am sorry I didn’t mean to……” he couldn’t finish the rest of the sentence bursting out into a laugh at her nick name for him “ twinkle toes” the stallion chuckled out then bowed in respect for receiving such a name retorting while doing it “ Ok tiger has claws and I will always respect your space…where did you get twinkle toes” Staring at the draft with the bright eyes of a child like nature, so filled with wonder.
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The stallion dodged her snapping jaws with ease, his body lithe and swift. The guilt built up quickly, flushing her snowy cheeks red with the hint of a blush at her own stupid actions. She had overreacted and she knew it, but the mare was not used to anyone invading her personal bubble without thought. He was a friendly creature, and Artemis was unused to kindness. It took her aback. The only times anyone grew close enough to touch her, it was her mother or an enemy. Even when it was her own flesh and blood, the two females had often sparred. There was nothing tender about the relationship she had with her fiery tempered dam.
So she felt more guilty when Castiel simply accepted her nature and smiled even more widely than before, backing off and, as he put it, respecting her space. Wide eyed, she tilted her slightly to the side. She felt herself relax, trusting the stallion to stick by his words. She had no reason to doubt him. But when he opened his mouth, her guilt turned to irritation. Tiger!? She blinked at him, dumbfounded, not at all sure how to respond. It was her own fault really for calling him Twinkle-toes, of all things, but that didn't matter to her. What sort of nickname was Tiger?. She wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. As for where she had got Twinkle-toes from, she had no idea. "You dance around when you move. Like a fairy." She replied quietly, not meaning to offend if it did. It was true; he moved like water, like some sort of dancer - as fluid and as graceful as the river flowed. It did fit, as random and as strange as she nickname was. She turned away, embarrassed, shrugging her wide shoulders. "Please don't call me Tiger." She added, with a snort and a flick of the tail.
She glanced around the dark meadow, trying to recall why she was here and where she had been headed. She had been about to return home; though she hardly thought of it as such. To her, it was a new patch of land with faceless, nameless horses she knew nothing of who called themselves her new family. New; the term made her laugh. She never had a family to begin with. "What were you doing all alone out here, anyway?" She asked quietly, half curious, half trying to fill the silence that threatened to envelope them.
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In a way the painted stallion, with his broad fields of white and fiery red, had held a fascination with psyche. This often led the boy into prying any individual’s mind to see what made them act, say, and live the way that they were. Using that route one could tell a lot about another just how someone carried themselves could offer a glimpse through a window into their souls. Even when they slammed the shutters down on such a looking glass, the blinds still had their cracks to peek through. Right now the stallion wanted to know the mare for what she was hiding and to see her pain, so he could do what he did best; offering consolation was his trade or at least his gift given to him by his loving parents, who he missed deeply. They would have been proud of what their colt grew to be and how much his heart grew to love every living soul. This brought the stud closure on that subject, yet there would always be restless night as a result from the trauma.
Cast saw the quilt on Arty’s face, but that wouldn’t change the fact he accepted her in the rough shape the mare was in. The only way the lady could hurt him was by rejecting him in his efforts to make her smile. A smile had always been a sign of good mental health or if it was twisted to the contrary terrible health. So the stud wanted to see the draft’s to be sure if the mare wouldn’t hurt him. Quickly the unicorn dismissed the brawny unicorn’s irritation; this girl was defiantly rough around the edges. Laughing at her reason for his nickname he gave her the logic behind “tiger” speaking the boy just smiled “ I called you tiger because you have the passionate fire of one, which Is a good thing…..” when she turned away he moved to face her “ no need to be ashamed of it Arty, if I may call you that…perk up smile something pretty like you must smile or surely you have been wronged” Sighing the stud picked up a flower and offered it to the mare saying “ I am alone out here because….I am escaping my past….in all fairness you should tell me your reason….and then I will explain further my being a loner”
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His nickname for her made her smile for a moment; it suited her well and she knew it - yet just as quickly as the smile twitched upon her kissers, it faded. She tried to hide her amusement, grunting and shrugging at his explanation and flicking her tail in defiance. "Tigers are fierce, formidable, and would kill you in a heartbeat." She added, glaring through the gloom toward his pale face. It was an open treat, but an empty one and they both knew it. Though if he touched her again, she wouldn't hesitate to slice a lovely new scar into his pretty pelt. Maybe she would give him a red scar to match her own blood red V. Or maybe she would simply cut off his locks and give him some crazy hairstyle - no doubt a pretty boy him him would be taken down a peg or two by an action such as that.
Her glaring and her outwardly stoic persona seemed to trigger something in the stallion. No need to be ashamed, he told her and she huffed, flicking her tail yet again and lashing her hocks. He apparently did not see her faint smile by his words - luckily for her, she wasn't going to be caught grinning like an idiot at his silly words - yet as he told her to smile he called her pretty. Dumbfounded, she raised her brow and stared at the stag. Had she hit his head in her tumble over him? Surely he had concussion and was seeing something different from what she truly was. The mare had never been called pretty in her life. Or maybe he was just good at flattery and did that to any old mare he bumped into.
As she gawped, he leaned down and plucked a flower was the fields. It was as red as the markings on her face - a poppy. Hesitant, she watched him lean forward to pass it to her. Slowly, her own neck reached out and plucked the flower from his lips. Her maw brushed his for just long enough to make her nervous and the crimson flower hung loosely in her jaws. Turning, she placed the poppy into her plait, just above the red band that bound it together. Confused, she gazed at the flower, though she was plucked from her thoughts by his words.
He told her he was escaping - but from what he refused to tell until she told him her own reasons. She shifted uncomfortably, then sighed. "Escaping too, I guess. You have no doubt noticed, I am.... awkward, with people. I was accepted into a herd, yet I am too different to talk to them. They say I am part of the Family Grey, but I know one name out of all of them. Its... Lonely. Its best for people like me to... Remain alone. I guess." She sighed again, then turned away from the stag, gazing toward her herd lands far below the hill. "So, what exactly are you escaping from,, Castiel. Oh, and don't call me Arty, either." She added, but she knew he would no doubt continue to do so.
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