06-12-2015, 03:59 PM
And listen to all the songs that the night shouts. They go something just like this... So go fill up a glass with tonic rocks and gin and drink yourself to happiness. ____The mare reminds him of the clouds against dusk, just as darkness starts to pepper the sky, as does the black mark her skin. He noticed her scars, they were evident upon first glance but as she moves and swings her head to him, she dishevels her mass of mane and the thick, raised scars are hideously noticeable. Nier has passing moments, thinking how could anyone suffer such terrible scarring, that remained still unsightly now. He gave a low grunt, as she turns to him, her breathing changes, not so erratic but still not normal. He had flickers of something then, reminders of watching Her dying before his eyes, her last breaths had been bittersweet because not only did they share something between two souls, but also two hearts. He'd both cherished them and hated them. ____The grey buckskin offered her his muzzle again, as it seemed to suppress her anxiety, her inability to breath properly. He didn't know why, there was something about her, something that made the cogs in his mind turn, rusty as they were, they opened locked doors and tried to force down those barricaded walls. She was a replica of Her. Even down to the emerald eyes. It was a treasured moment to see her again, but he knew it wasn't real. A familiarity they shared, but the scars (they were even in the right place, however She had more than this mare.) he whiskered low, his normally lazily pinned ears twitching forward, listening, trying to catch her hoarse words. He had to laugh, if any moment was terribly timed, it would be his laughter on a dying mare's bedside. ____"No, Sunshine. Afraid this isn't heaven and I'm no angel." he was honest, he had to be. It didn't matter to him right now, as she seemed to be putty in his fingers. The way those green eyes held him, it was like he was all she saw. He snapped his head up then, at cruel words dressed in silk. It had to be only one other, and there she was, raven black, beautiful and dangerously close to having his teeth graze her shoulder as she slithered up beside him. His ears pinned briefly. This wasn't the first time she fell upon him and a stranger on his land, she needed to be more amenable, more like Star in the way of welcoming whoever he saw fit to enter these lands (he seemed to be getting a strange recurring pattern of strangers wandering on his land) he grunted, a low hiss at her words. "No, Pet. I will not have you spinning audacious words. You will learn you are here because of me and i'm afraid if you do not start obeying what I say when it comes to this sort of behaviour, then I will make no amends for what I may do." he watched her then, quietly, taking his attention from the piebald mare, of course BrokenStar would like that. he nudged her, firm and quite harsh, more or less telling her to move away. "But of course, you may like that." he admitted, for the black beauty seemed to have strange mannerisms and he wouldn't put it past her if she liked to be... beaten. ____He was surprised by her last words though. Yes, that would be right. Take in the broken mare, fix her up and send her on her way? He was no hospital for wounded souls... but he did have something in mind. He scanned the fallen mare again and locked her eyes with his. Emeraldine sparkles, vacant and dreary. She had seen much in her life it seemed, scars running deeper than her exterior. He stepped forward and bent his neck, his muzzle quite softly brushing along her scarred neck. It was as though he was reliving moments in his past, he tried to force them out, tried to make his voice sound stronger, colder than they felt. He turned to the black mare, briefly before turning his attention back to the black and white one. "You can stay here. It's safer than wandering in your condition. I'll make certain you are protected. Perhaps we can talk more when you are a bit more... together." he turned then to the black arabian, "Help me lift her, will you? support her side as she gets up." he was unsure whether or not she would, maybe it called for BlueLightningStar, the dappled mare had compassion in her heart, more than the black mare, and more than him (however he seemed to be growing some like thorns around his heart) He sent a call, a piercing whinny to wherever she might be, probably her favourite little hideaway, the one he showed her. He had a shred of hope that she would come, maybe the softer appearance of Star would calm the piebald mare. ____"What's your name, sunshine?" the winged, invisible demon of tyrael & amnesia, stalks the gemstone ridge with no one by his side |