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Post by eclipse on Oct 28, 2009 5:12:12 GMT -7
Time Paradoxx
How, how am i supposed to feel,
When everything surrounding me,
Is nothing but a fake disguise?
I don't know, i don't know where i belong ...
 
The small flints picked their way easily along the rutted ground, tracing out the safest path toward the place he'd been resting at for so long. The trees scraped against his matted, battered torso, but he barely felt the pain as twigs snapped off in his tangled mane and caught in his infected cuts. He'd been wild for so long now, his sane mind bearly remained, not that he minded so much. Being crazy was easier than thinking, easier than remembering. . . the pain, the torture the fire had burned into him, and even after the fire had been behind them, still the pain had continued. Not just the physical pain, the burns that spread much along the lengths of his pistons and torso from his closness to the dangerous flames, but also the emotional pain of loss. He'd lost his friends, his home, and his human.
But all that was gone now, and here stood this crazed, feral animal, solitude had never suited him well, but now he was confined to it, he cared little for being with other animals. Sure, he knew they where out there, the humans, the other escapees, but he did not wish to find them. There where many level of why to this, and he did not wish to reveal them to himself let alone anyone else. He did not want them to see him as he was now, alone for these years, he knew what he'd turned into, and that he was getting worst, becoming less himself, and less able to be saved, yet he had no control anymore, and he pityed himself enough to not have to show the rest of those horses what had become of him.
No, he was alone out of choice. The wilderness took care of him, like he did to it, and that was that. Being wild suited him .. to an extent. Sure, he could do what he wanted, eat, drink, run, rest .. whenever he wished, but though he was free, he did not think of this as freedom. Freedom was space, carefree excitment and joy, but here, he felt trapped, claustrophobic, in this dense forest and this fields of domestic animals and walking humans, with the town not too far away, filled with noise, and smells that he did never want to hear nor see. No, this was a huge cage to him, and he was stuck.
Phoenix snorted out of bitterness, and his torso wound through tree trunks, his audits flickered to catch the gurgle of the stream that kept him on the right path, not that he needed much help finding his way round anymore, he had searched and roamed this lands far too thoroughly to ever get lost here again. That thought didn't exactly calm Phoenix, but at least he was able to escape the terrible humans. Yet even here, in this thick forest, he felt eyes on him, and could never escape the feeling of paranoia.
The humans where so dense, believing him and the other escapees to be ghosts .. whispers of the night .. reminders of the terrible fire. Yet they where as solid as anything. It was stupid. For if a human would but walk a few steps closer, the matted, blooded and mud encrusted torso would proove that he was no ghost. Vaugely, Phoenix wondered if any other of the escaped horses made new friends and families, and he felt a surge of bitterness for any happiness they mighht have.
Silently, he picked up a trot. Yes, though he was now wild, he was still a beautiful animal. Beneath the crappy coat was a brilliant firey glow, a coat that danced like flames in the light. The mane and tail like silk, billowing behind, eyes bright, intelligent and happy, and his movement pure, floaty and awe-inspiring. Yes, he had been a magnificent horse before all this mess, and depe down he still looked the part. Though he had been bred for his perfect gaits, his jumping was far more incredible, and more exciting, in most others opinion. Making him a perfect eventer. But no more would he allow a human to touch him, he'd made the choice to quit being a good little boy, and turn feral. For where was his owner when he'd been burning. He'd been one of the most prestigous, most loved out of the humans stallions, yet where was he when Phoenix had been crying in pain and smashing hopelessly at his door. Where had he been when he'd had to endure the pain pf loosing some of his best friends, even a year after the fire, when him and two others had taken to the wild, he'd still had to watch them DIE. No ... his nature was different, and his humanity was slipping. Was there anybody now who would be brave enough to attempt to salvage the good creature that was loosing the battle inside Phoenix, or would he be destined to this life till his death? Only time could tell ...
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Muse ~ pretty good.
Puppet/s ~ Phoenix
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Post by Kitty Kat on Oct 28, 2009 17:04:28 GMT -7
 Narrow hips swayed as a sturdy-framed mare weaved her way around trees that kept her from coving straight forward. A branch ran along her back causing a grunt of pain, her long forearms crossed over as she stepped away from the branch that had caused her pain. She wished life was that easy to leave behind but for some reason past just seams to linger no matter what you do.
She missed her one almost perfect live, her loving owner, her friends, and most of all her family. She was alone now just wandering by herself hoping that maybe one just one of her friends was still alive somewhere out in this large arena. She felt so alone without her old friend who had died in the fire, Ebony. He was going to be her stud for her first foal but when the first happened that chance was taken away from her and from that point on Airleas fell into a deep depression.
The once amazingly beautiful mare stepped into a flowing smooth collected canter. Yes, in one point Airleas was the most beautifulest mare in the barn, she took after her mother. Her soft Palomino coat was dulled out with dirt and cuts covered over it. Her once buff body was thin and looked so breakable. She wasn't weak though Airleas never lost her edge, her power, her intelligence, amazingly too Airleas still remembered everything she had once learned. Collection, extending, half pass, haunches in, you name it she could do it.
It's really amazing what one can learn with an open mind but lately Airleas only wanted to live by one rule, everyone for them selves. To her there was no possible way left to live. The humans, though they are know to have intelligence falling from there asses still haven't figured out that were alive. How could someone say we were ghosts, how would that work? We're all solid, aren't we?
Airleas tossed my head and let an irritated buck out before breaking smoothly into a trot as the sound of a rushing stream broke through her mind. As eyes moved up they connected to a pair of eyes I vividly remembered growing up with. I saw a flash of a small little red body that was lanky and funny looking and another flash to a buff big stallion strutting his stuff trying to impress the ladies. Airleas started to remember, he was born when she was a yearly and they spent a lot of field time together till she was three years old and then they were split up.
Phoenix..... Ears forward Airleas watched the stallion curiously, whould he remember her? A year was a lot for someone who had a lot to think about especially someone who was trying to take care of themselves. Airleas was unsure of what to do, should she call out? The mare carefully stepped forward quietly toward the water and ignored Phoenix. She wasn't just unsure but afraid, after Ebony had died she was never really the same mare with that need to run, jump and play.
Stopping at the water edge Airleas dipped her head down and took a long slow drink brown eyes still on Phoenix. Her dull tail swished and she stepped back snorting. Head leveled with shoulders she watched the stallion with unsure eyes not knowing if he was going to run, charge, say hello or anything.
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Post by eclipse on Oct 30, 2009 6:03:39 GMT -7
Time Paradoxx
How, how am i supposed to feel,
When everything surrounding me,
Is nothing but a fake disguise?
I don't know, i don't know where i belong ...
Snapping twigs beneath light flints caused the stallion to flinch and tossed his great cranium high, the ribbons failing around him like a tornado of fiery. His nares flared widly, optics wheeled as all reaon and gentleness and trust was replaced with hatred, anger and terror. This was what the fire had done to him. He burst through the last of the wild tangles and bushes, feeling the awful burning as the twigs scraped hard against the cuts.
His flints carried him fast toward the river in a terrible rage of despair, his optics rolled as he spotted the other creature in the pool. Phoenix slowed, reason had not yet returned and as he stared at this other, it was clear to see his wildness, this other self the wild had created. The emptiness filled him as he looked at this other, the fire dimmed a second, but as he saw the femme looking at him, with seemingly no emotion, the fury returned. This was his land now. His.
The terrible stallion planted his flints wide and opened his maw, screaming at her in a terrible,terrible immitation of the playful sound he used to make as a colt. His audits snapped hard against his skull, eyes burning fiercly. He struck the ground, scraping his hoof along the dirt, puncuating each snort with a blow to the ground. He was much a wild stallion who'd just caught another on his patch, and that was how he felt.
His flints carried him forward now, the walk long, filled with this terrible power and anger as he plunged straight into the river, straight for the mare. His optics never left hers, trying to hold her there as he made his way to destroy. The river shoeved against his frame, but weak as the world had made him emotionally, his strength was more so now he was a full stallion and not a weedy colt anymore. He pushed back against the rivers struggles to force him back, and approached the mare slowly. When he was just inches away, he paused, his crania cocked to one side in contemplation. Sometime wasn't right. Something more reasonably screamed inside him to stop as he gathered himself, building the fury, the rage, and he reared. His flints striking inches away, pawing at the air, not Airleas.
Yes. Airleas. For he knew this wild palomino to be his old playmate, and at that last second, the memories of young had broken through an invisible barrier, and flooded his mind with the truth. He wasn't this terrible wrath set to destory, he was affectionate, protective and gentle and brave. This wasn't him. As soon as he realised, he plunged his flints down into the water, creating a large splash that covered his torso in a light spray of refreshing water, and he snorted, shaking his neck as his wet mane clung to his neck. He stood still, the wildness he was now never left, but reason returned. He didn't know what to do, for he'd promised himself never to find his mates, to stay wild, to stay this unbearably horrible creature, yet now it was too late. She had seen what he had become, what he'd tried to hide, what he'd tried to fight. He couldn't take it back, and he couldn't stop the darkness anymore. He just stood.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Muse ~ pretty good.
Puppet/s ~ Phoenix
Comments ~ bit weird, but don't worry, he never actually strikes her, he strikes above her head before returning his flints to the water. |
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Post by Kitty Kat on Oct 30, 2009 21:01:27 GMT -7
Fear surged through Airleas heart at the once sweet and gentle stallion she knew came charging forward advancing faster then she thought he would. Dancing around Airlease tripped a but as she backed up as Phoenix reared. Ears flipped back and tail curved under her, she was scared. Airleas had never felt like this before, she was the one with no fear she would take on anything but now things where different, who could you trust? You could barely trust yourself.
Airleas still stood her ground as it looked like Phoenix had calmed down, his eyes weren't so clouded with hate anymore. Body stiff Airleas watched carefully her ears slowly slipped forward and her narrowed eyes grew wide and curious. Taking a bold step forward Airleas stood over top of Phoenix looking down at the stallion before lowering her head slightly to sniff him. She was ready though, ready to strike back, run, fight, whatever. She wasn't about to show she was weak though.
Airleas pulled her head away quickly having second thoughts already. The mare threw her head up and stomped a foot nervously as she did a half rear and swerved to the side and flicked her hind legs out slightly. Ears fell back as she watch Phoenix, this could be a trick so he could end up hurt her. Airleas had lost all her trust to other horses after the fire since the one she loved, Ebony, was dead and her brother, she didn't know what happened to him. She missed family and friends but she didn't want to get close to anyone, at all. Not unless she could get to see Ebony once more just to say good-bye. It was to late though, to late to say good-bye, to late to save her.
There was no way anyone could help her now. She was just to lost in the past that even if she found someone else she wouldn't be able to say good-bye to the one she loved or thats how it felt.
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Post by eclipse on Nov 5, 2009 10:51:11 GMT -7
Time Paradoxx
How, how am i supposed to feel,
When everything surrounding me,
Is nothing but a fake disguise?
I don't know, i don't know where i belong ...
The stallion watched with wary optics as the mare stepped closer, feeling the slap of cool water against his steaming sides. The water dampened his coat, cooling the colour to a deeper brown rather than the fiery chestnut it usually was. The mud was washed away, coming off his coat in whisps and the cuts where cleaner, and could easily be seen as open gashes in his sides. He noticed this, and he snorted in slight surprise as sense returned a little more, and he dipped his head closer to the water, feeling the cool lap over his back now, and the base of his neck. Further now, the water licked away the mud from his matted mane, and he finally dunked his crania under fully, feeling the fresh water eat away the mud and the tangles, washing the sore cuts, the gashes and cleaning his bodice fully. He emerged dripping and shook his neck, watching in slightly amazment as the water flew through the air in all directions, glistening diamonds that settled amongst the grass like glass. Some droplets landed on Airleas, for which it surprised him when he felt a tinge of guilt.
He watched with distant optics now as the mare shifted closer, and he felt panic and anger. What was she doing? Did she not understand? He was not who he used to be. He would never be that horse again. When he'd been younger, a gentle colt, he'd been carefree, forgiving and a generally perfect gentleman. He'd loved company, and playing and learning, but now, he was a different horse. He'd gone up wild, without role models and manners. No wait, there had been that one stallion ... but now he was gone, and that had changed him. He was wild and crazed and territorial. But it wasn't just that. He was a fully grown stallion now, proud and magestic. Sure, he was wild and untamable, but he was magnificent, glorified, protective and wild. He was a wild stallion. If only he could be gentled .. then he would be the perfect horse. But his gentle side was slipping.
He stared hard at the mare, a war raged like fire inside him, and he was sure his honey optics smoldered with kindness and then burned with rage. It was so hard to choose. Which was to go. Bad or good? He'd sworn never to go looking for another horse again, and he hadn't. But now this mare had turned up, and he hated it. hated knowing what he'd become, and that she'd seen it. That he'd shown who he'd turned into. He had never wanted anyone to see him as this crazed thing. He still didn't want Airleas to see him like this. But it was too late. Everything was always too later. Phoenix snorted, and chose his words carefully, and spoke them in a voice that he felt didn't belong to him .. and yet was him. It was a deep, comanding and yet softer sound. The sound of a lead stallion.
" What are you doing here. Airleas? " And the moment her name was out, the pain stabbed him hard. The memories flooded him, brimming over and flashing behind his lids as he closed his eyes and grunted against the grief of what he'd lost. The human who'd left them all to die. How he'd been so kind, so gentle, so patient. And yet he hadn't cared for them. He'd left them. The fun times playing and learning and growing. When he opened his eyes, they where softer than ever, and he glanced aat Airleas with such kindness and love, more than he'd ever shown before, but then it was gone, and the hard, wary, wild mask was back.
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Puppet/s ~ Phoenix
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Post by Kitty Kat on Nov 5, 2009 19:49:37 GMT -7
Heart pounding Airleas watched as Phoenix dunk his head into the water. The older mare stood there still feeling a bit unsure at the moment. Jumping slightly Airleas grew tense as Phoenix shook water from his cranium. She didn't know why but this was just so different, this wasn't like friends, not like family, not like anything. She felt like a stranger to Phoenix. Had life really destroyed both of them?
Dark orbs stilled away from the small stallion standing in front of her and she glanced out into the forest. Once lush green trees were slowly dying into a dirt brown or a bright red with yellow color, fall. Airleas liked being wild, the freedom was rewarding the adventure adventurous but the loneliness deadly. And as Fall rolls around it gets worse, makes you colder and Airleas, she didn't want to be colder. She missed the carefree days playing in the paddock and the days of working hard with Ebony...
The hot stare being put on Airleas caused the mare to put her ears flat to her skull as she watched Phoenix. She stepped back out of the water getting out of the being to get stronger current and stood there dripping wet. Soon a soft but deep voice caressed her ears and she let them drop to the side as she looked at Phoenix with softening eyes with a hint of confusion plus sorrow. Taking a deep breath and exhaling in a snort Airleas turned her head slightly up to the sun before dropping it down.
White around the pupil started to disappear as Airleas relaxed a bit and feel less stressed and threated. Taking another breath she began to speak, she hadn't heard her soft lyrical voice for so long. "I just let my legs carry me here... Reasons are unknown, maybe it was gods choice for use to meet or maybe just a mistake." Her once sweet happy tone was disappearing and turning into a cold ice-like tone, like a snake hissing. She wasn't that once happy playful mare who wanted to do everything, now she just mopped around.
The wind slowly whipped around blowing along Airleas back and through her mane and tail. Shivering Airleas tensed her body up and put her ears back, she HATED the cold so much. Shifting her broad big body she looked around the area and sighed before turning back to Phoenix. "There's no one left, is there? He's dead isn't he?" He referring to her brother Dragon, the only siblign she was really close to.
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Post by eclipse on Nov 6, 2009 9:05:52 GMT -7
Time Paradoxx
How, how am i supposed to feel,
When everything surrounding me,
Is nothing but a fake disguise?
I don't know, i don't know where i belong ...
Phoenix watched with wary eyes as the mare pulled herself out the water, but he stayed, head drooped near the water, optics glaring into the pools, two distorted honey eyes and a chestnut head gazed back a stranger. This wasn't him. But he didn't trust himself not to harm Airleas yet, maybe not ever. That wild side stallion was yelling at him to kill her, she was on his turf, she did not wish to be his, and so, she could not stay here. But the more reasonable Phoenix just stared down his reflective, barely retaining a grip on himself.
" I would have to say the latter. " His deep voice shook with supressed anger and grief. Seeing Airleas wasn't right. All the old feelings and thoughts where resurfacing. He didn't want to face the death of Sonic and the loss of Feather and her foal, who's name he didn't want to remember. He would never want to face that loss again. Phoenix snorted and dropped his crania lower still to the cool surface of the water, the air he blew out caused ripples to dance across his surface, and he glanced out the corner of his eyes to see the palomino mare shiver, and felt a tiny bit of worry for her. Winter was drawing in, his most hated month, and the cold always bit into him. However right now, the cool water was a soothing touch to his burning bodice, still baring the scars and open wounds from his most recent battle, which in fact was reminded of him in the mare's next words.
"There's no one left, is there? He's dead isn't he?"
Phoenix looked up in surprise. He'd chosen this lonely path, sure, but that didn't mean others hadn't found him. There was no doubt as to who Airleas was reffering to. Of course, Phoenix had met many others on his travels across the wilderness, such as when him and Sonic had found Feather, and the three of them had seen others in the wild, but as time had passed glimses where less and less, and when Phoenix was alone again, the only time he'd seen another was twice, and both had been meer glimses of a bodice racing away. Fine by him. Though the other week, there had been that one other whom he'd met, and it had not gone all well.
" No, he is not. Though i would rather he was. " Phoenix's voice turned deadly and he snorted harshly. With a great splashing of the water, he drew himself up and powered toward the bank, feeling the cold water like a icy splash now his bodice was cool again. He surged through the water and up the bank before standing before the mare. There was not much difference in height, but that did not matter. He was a stallion. He was a mighty warrior intent on protecting himself.
" Just the other day he ran into me, and, then's just say, neither of us where friendly to the other. " Phoenix explained breifly, uncaring for the damage he'd caused that rotton other. They'd met in Phoenix's territory and he'd been intent on protecting it. The wild stallion had threatened first, and when Dagon had refused to leave, he'd struck. The power and might of Phoenix was a wrath none would wish to endure. But Dragon had given as good as he'd got, and Phoenix sighed with a voice that spoke volumes. He turned sideways to show Airleas his bodice.
" That was his gift to a long lost friend. " The stallion turned his great crania to indicate the long, deep gash along his side, obviously a scrape of his hooves as the injury swept along his side from his slping shoulder to just near his hindleg. It was weeping after the water had washed away the crusted blood, and it was still sore. " And that. " Phoenix now indicated to the very prominent looking teeth marks on the base of his neck, just hidden by a sweep of hair. The marks where deeper than the cut, and it was obvious that, had Phoenix not prevented him somehow, the entire base of his neck would've been bitten off. MOre minor cuts along his legs and back where not pointed out, but most where pretty obvious that they where from battles. There wher,e of course, older scars that slashed his sides, but these where from distant fights, animals that had tried to claim him as their prey, and not succedded.
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Puppet/s ~ Phoenix
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Post by Kitty Kat on Nov 6, 2009 18:26:58 GMT -7
The sadness in Phoenix's eyes were hidden slightly but still seen through the anger. Airleas lowered her head down in grief remembering the mares that where dams to Phoenix's foals, Sonic and Feather. She didn't know them very well only knew that they were friends when they were little but soon split other ways when training happened. It was such a long time ago, they were even dams before her. Thinking about it, Airleas never actually had a foal she was either to busy being jumped and going to competitions or playing with Ebony in the field. She always wondered what it was like but she also knew having a foal out here would be a challenge but who would wanna have a foal with her? She also wasn't to sure, she didn't think she could do it after Ebony's death.
Phoenix spoke again causing Airleas to put her ears back again at his semi harsh words as she looked along his beaten up torso. She took a step away from Phoenix as she looked at him with surprise and anger, kind of the same look he had given her before. Turning her large head away the broad mare started to back up an walk away. Her own beat up body shifted uncomfortably. She stayed close to the river and looked back at Phoenix as she stopped. Wind blew a second time, her long light cream tail drifted to the side and so did her messy forelock.
"I'm leave. It's getting late and its a long walk back to were I sleep." Airleas said, her orbs soft but cold. Her broad body shifted as she glanced the stallion up and down once before turning away and walking forward again. Head lowered and she snorted softly with exhaustion. She wasn't actually going back to where she called home she was actually heading toward where the farm was, or where she thought it was. She hadn't seen it in quite a while and she wondered, was it the same?
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Post by eclipse on Nov 7, 2009 3:30:35 GMT -7
Time Paradoxx
How, how am i supposed to feel,
When everything surrounding me,
Is nothing but a fake disguise?
I don't know, i don't know where i belong ...
Phoenix saw her orbs change to an icy coldness, and he snorted, tossing his great head. Sure, she seemed pissed, but Phoenix neither cared, nor wanted to. To be honest, he wanted to go back to his sad life in the woods, the forever wandering, the forever grief that washed over him. He breifly saw the mare moving restlessly, but his crania was turned away toward the forest and where his 'home' awaited.
Sighing, Phoenix turned back to look at Airleas, a battle was raging inside him again. She was leaving. Which was what he wanted right ... but there was that part of him that welcomed some of the old, some of the past, company from another. He wanted to scream so bad at himself as his old self struggled to overcome the harsher, wilder side, and it was winning. He didn't want to be this being, but it was what he was now. What if he could change? If he could be who he was before? How though. How change this new being if he was sooo wild and alone. But he wasn't alone anymore, Airleas was here, and maybe she could help him retain his grip on his humanity until he could get a grip on his old self. Phoenix's eyes where full of hurt as he saw the mare's coldness, and distance. Would she want to? His orbs where so full of vunerabilty, sadness, pain, grief, loneliness, and everything he'd ever enjured since his friends had gone. Sonic, the big black role-model of a stallion, Feather, Sonic's pregnant mate, and the foal, Braken, who'd never even had a chance at life. Now Airleas, no, he couldn't loose her to this monster.
" Airleas. " The name broke from his mouth a distraught whisper, choked out. " Don't leave me. Help me. " The words caught in the wind, filled with despair and desperation. He'd never felt so terrible in his life. It was at that moment he knew he could never bare to be alone again.
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Puppet/s ~ Phoenix
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Post by Kitty Kat on Nov 10, 2009 14:01:37 GMT -7
I took a second to stop and listen to Phoenix my harks slipped back as I stood and listened and I couldn't help but giggle at the words Phoenix said. "Awe!" I tossed my head and did a rear as I turned and galloped down to Phoenix almost nearly plowing into his and pushing my head into the stallions neck and snorting. I stepped back and threw my head up with joy, I was very excitable. "Come on!" I said, flicking my tail at him before cantering off well letting out a buck or two.
I glanced back at Phoenix hoping he would follow and then I turned sharply away from water and circled around before jumping into a gallop as I ran start for the river. Powerful legs pulled under and muscled bunched up. Front folded up as I pushed off and over the river with perfect form. Letting my legs stretch out I landed with my left foot a bit ahead of the right and took a few strides forward before slowly down to a smooth extended trot my head craned over neatly. It's why I was one of Dave's favorite horses, I was full of talent. I excelled in jumping I even out jumped most of his stallions and I kicked ass in dressage and cross country I was just amazing. Although I couldn't keep a steady pace well jumping I just loved to run through the whole thing even though I got to tired to do the bigger jumps.
I carried forward in a long elegant gait and snorted happily before throwing my head up and tossing another buck out. "So where d you wanna go? Wanna see the old farm if its still there?" She asked curiously head cocked to the side slightly as she carried on a smooth extended trot.
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Post by eclipse on Nov 10, 2009 14:18:41 GMT -7
Time Paradoxx
How, how am i supposed to feel,
When everything surrounding me,
Is nothing but a fake disguise?
I don't know, i don't know where i belong ...
Chestnut stag cringed at her 'awe' and tossed his crania in slight annoyance. God couldn't she at least be serious? When she rushed forward, Phoenix tensed. He wasn't that used to contact, even though he'd broken one barrier, jumped one hurdle and asked for help, there was still a long way to go before he could even start to look like the old Phoenix. The good guy. He felt her head against his neck, but he couldn't relax. He wanted so much to turn his crania and touch her shoulder, comfort her. But he couldn't. He was restraining himself so hard to to turn and snap at her. He wondered if she realised this. How dangerous he really was. Like vampire and prey, but more like Edward and Bella. He was trying so hard to be the guy he was.
Phoenix watched her bound away and wondered incredibly how she could be so optimistic, so full of life. Grudginly, he picked up a smooth trot, and canter, circled tight, and sprang up into the air. He had always been a talented jumper. A perfect eventer, and it still showed as he snapped his forelegs up neatly so they didn't tip the water, and pulled up his backlegs behind him. It was pure ease to round over the water, and land neatly, lightly on the other side. He raced after Airleas, feeling joy returning slowly to him in this estatic speed as he wound round trees like it was a sport. Her next words had him sliding to a stop.
No. He couldn't go there. Not now not ever. Not the one place he'd been running from since a foal. No. No well. Hell no. He couldn't ... could he? No. Airleas hadn't worked miracles with him in two seconds. She'd have to drag him to that farm. the place he'd escaped from after they'd all been left to die! He screamed in rage as the despair and anger consumed him. Did Airleas really know what she'd taken on. The extent of the damage this new life had caused him? He stopped the scream and locked his jaw. No. Be tight. Stay calm. He quivered as he attempted to control himself,, planting his flints tight. He felt his anger bubble and drop slowly, like water down a drain, until he meerly stood there shaking, sweat had covered him like a blanket, staining his chestnut coat darker brown. His optics where flat, emotionless, as he stared at the dark spot to which Airleas had dissapeared in hopelessness. Come back. Please for God sake, come back. He wished.
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Puppet/s ~ Phoenix
Comments ~ He is sooo skrewed up. Hope yur lil' golden mare gave save his ass! |
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Post by Kitty Kat on Nov 10, 2009 14:58:03 GMT -7
Slowly down I looked back around me, where did Phoenix go. I let out a small whinny before turning around and seeing his broad chestnut body standing out a few paces away. As I moved closer I saw him shaking and I froze in my steps looking at him a bit shocked and then took a step back. Was a wrong to have let him back in am I always wrong. I couldn't talk I just stood and stared yelling at myself. I took another step back with my ears pinned to my skull. All of a sudden I didn't want to help anymore I didn't know what to do or what to say and I felt to scared to even speak. This was so different now and I was just so confused about this. I wanted to help but how are you supost to help someone when you can't help yourself.
My body quivered as I watched still so confused about what to do I had never seen Phoenix like this before. I pawed the ground and shifted to the side but I was too afraid to walk any closer to him. I thought I knew Phoenix but maybe I was wrong I knew he had changed but I didn't know he had changed so much. I let a very soft whinny out as I stood there still so unsure of everything. Would he hurt me? NO! Phoenix was a friend he wouldn't hurt me but.... No buts! I knew though deep down that Phoenix wasn't the same but then something hit me.
"You're going to have to face this eventually Phoenix." I started my voice shaking, "You have to carry on in life even though its hard and its going to hurt but remember, you're not alone. No matter what happens I'll be here because I'm your fiend and friends don't leave each other behind. All I know is we need to find a home before winter comes and move on away from the past or where going to die out here. I know you don't want to here this but either we move on or we get left behind..." I sighed softly and lowered my head waiting for Phoenix to do something, anything.
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