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Post by blackthunder on May 27, 2007 11:51:57 GMT -5
 Dun coat reflected the sun, mocking its splendor. Aria was wild and planned to stay that way. Her life was full of adventures with colts, but not one of them suited her. Not one out of the many who courted her. They were her friends. Her family. Family. Family. It echoed throughout her mind. She had no blood family. All of her relatives were dead. She was the only one left. A five year old filly with an exuberantly wild personality. This moment was one of the rarest moments in her life. She was being quiet and waiting. She would have rather been out teasing wolves, but this was something her mother had wanted her to do. Something her mother had tried to raise her to do.
Mother. Mother. Sister. Brother. Father. Daughter. Aria angrily slammed her mind shut. She was rambunctious to keep these thoughts at bay. Even a moments pause allowed them to the front of her mind. She had to keep moving. She instantly started into a gallop. She moved in circles, tossing her head and bucking and kicking. The thoughts were pushed back again and in their place were memories of her colt-friends. |
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Post by moonlightsonata on May 27, 2007 12:09:07 GMT -5
Blood red canvas glinted, ivory streak scared his chest, a curving ex. Mark of the devil on earth, and he was just a demigod. Silence poured from him, quiet and patient. Unusual for one his age, Eros stood motionless, watching the vixen. Multicolored optics flicked from the dun vixen, searching for his ivory half-sister. Worried, and tired from hours of chasing the tyke all over, and the squirt was nowhere to be seen.
Pitch daggers struck the terra, jet pillars carried his thin, muscular frame closer. Thorns flicked to the rustle, and back again. If she would know, could she? Doubts were filled, optics watching her every buck. Kissers parted, lyrics flowing methodically "Hello vixen, I be Eros."
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Post by blackthunder on May 27, 2007 21:48:52 GMT -5
Aria froze at his words. She looked to him over her shoulder. He was a handsome stallion. She had known many of his color, but not of his shape. He was new. That was good. She studied him, carefully tracing each line of his muscle with her eyes. His pelt was sleek and easily showed off his tone body beneath and. What was this? The Mark? This puzzled the dun filly. He seemed nice enough. Give him a chance her head ordered her and she did.
I am called Aria she sang. His eyes. They were...were...captivating. Their color was almost...transleucant. They were many colors at once. A trick the cruel sun liked to play? Maybe. But, if it were, it was a strange one. Aria closed in one pace, stretching her neck to study them closer. Your eyes... she whispered to the wind.
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Post by moonlightsonata on May 27, 2007 22:10:27 GMT -5
Smile was placed to the young stag's pitch kissers, boa arching as he took his step toward her. Jet daggers were placed to the sod with great carefulness, as if each step could lead to the darkness. Only he had seen, a gift and a curse by the goddess. Pushing the thoughts back, his multicolored optics traced her frame. A beautiful shade, as if someone grabbed the sun from the sky, and placed it into an equine's form. With a hint of the darkness, his gaze shifting to the ebony fringe that lay to her boa. An interesting huge, indeed.
Pace stopped, still far from...Aria, angelic name, yet not so sweet. His weariness beyond his own years, coming from something not even he knew. "Aria, nice to meet you." He nodded, flipping the name through his mind. Busy in his own thoughts, thorns nearly missed her whisper. Chuckle emitted his vox, thinking of something the tyke has said earlier. A gift from the gods! Us both Eros! He pushed back her childish words, turning back to the vixen. "They are nothing, but a genetic mistake."
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Post by blackthunder on May 27, 2007 22:21:28 GMT -5
What a...a beautiful mistake... she whispered a bit louder. She was still held captive by them. Her own dark eyes seemed boring to her now. Now that she had met...Eros? Yes. Eros. She tore her eyes from his and busied herself by looking over his body. The spell his muli-colored "mistake" had put her under still tingled in her mind.
His color was the same and yet different than the others she had seen. It was rich and looked as though every hair that his pelt consisted of had been hand-dipped with a rare, red clay. It absorbed the sun's rays and spat them back ten times as bright. As she searched him, her eyes fell to the Mark. She couldn't help but to stare at it and wonder what it meant. She hadn't heard too much about them.
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Post by moonlightsonata on May 28, 2007 10:09:30 GMT -5
Queried look crossed his expression, taken back by her comment. He himself had never looked them upon something such as what she felt. Cranium nodded, as if to say thank-you. Optics couldn't help but drift to her's, plain in color yes, but something about them were different. Dark, but looking closer he could see more than just color. Something...cranium shook, releasing him from their captivity. "And yours are not as plain as they appear to be."
Notice took of her questioning the scar, shame surprised himself. Never before had he cared, but being owned by another now...Optics looked away from her, as he could never look at the sun, no longer did he call himself worthy of her presence. "The mark of my master, we all have it..." Lyrics trailed off, cranium stayed pointed away. Optics looked for even a hint of how she would react...
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Post by blackthunder on May 28, 2007 13:58:34 GMT -5
She flicked her ears in an embarrassed thank-you. Master? she thought aloud. I thought only the domestic horses had masters and they were Indians. I...who is your master? she asked. Could this be one of His servants? If he were, Aria felt her heart ache for Eros.
Was it your choice? she prodded. She knew this was an intimate question, but she needed to know. Was he enslaved by Him or his own heart? She glanced to his eyes, but she could not see them anymore. He had turned from her. Like Fawn. No. She wouldn't believe it. Eros had only turned his face not his whole heart as Fawn, Aria's father, had done.
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Post by moonlightsonata on May 28, 2007 14:23:56 GMT -5
Cranium nodded, still faced away. A single thorn turned toward her direction, listening carefully. Frame stiffened, the air around him grew hot and heavy. Daggers shifted in the stifling air, Eros could feel those coal black orbs staring down at him. Knowing every fear, every regret, everything that could set him off. Who? "The devil, his name can't even describe what he has done to us. It could never come close." He winced, shifting of air blew across chest. Hot, as if he was standing right there. "Megedagik"
Cranium shot around to face the vixen, boiling with anger. How dare you! I would never wish this! You don't know what I've seen him do! What he's done to me? He wished to scream, yell everything he had see, the blood, the pain. What that demon had done to him..."Never." he whispered through gritted teeth. Optics shut tight, only to open again. Softer now, almost fearful. "I'm sorry, it's just." Boa shook, chasing the thoughts away. The image of the bodies, clung in the back of his mind...
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Post by blackthunder on May 28, 2007 16:36:06 GMT -5
Aria looked to her hooves. The tension in the air choked her, threatening to suffocate her. She imediately felt remorse for the wound she had opened. You have no need to be sorry she replied rather flatly. He has harmed you beyond reason. Physically and mentally she thought to herself.
She moved closer to him and extended her neck, trying to look into his eyes again. She liked that feeling. It made her feel what she used to feel. Back when Fawn and Sun Dancer were alive. Back when she was happy. Back when she could be docile. Back when her only troubles were whether to nibble the grass or sip from the creek first. Secretly, she longed for those days, but she had lied to herself about it.
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Post by moonlightsonata on May 28, 2007 17:06:29 GMT -5
Eros swallowed hard, forcing his emotions past the lump in his throat. Cranium raised to face hers, optics looking into her dark orbs, searching for the one thing he needed. Sigh emitted his vox, almost calmed by her presence. Different from the mares of Mountain Peak, she gave him reassurance rather then seeking it.
"Then there is no more to speak of it?" He quiried, hoping to skip any more talk of himself. Pitch dagger shifted forward, his frame inching a step closer. Not quite close enough to feel her warmth, but hear her steady breathing.
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Post by blackthunder on May 28, 2007 19:57:13 GMT -5
She deliberately inched foreward until she could whisper in his ear A forgotten secret. She lingered a moment longer, letting her breath play over his ear. When she pulled away, she turned her head so they could meet each other's eye. Her eyes glinted with thought. She pulled back even farther, shaking her head, as if to try and rid her head of them forever.
Where do you hail from? she asked, quickly resetting her mind and hoping to drag him away from their pained moment. She was interested, still, in his stories of this Megedajik, she could finally put a name to her thoughts, but she wanted to avoid any akwardness that that topic might provoke.
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