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Post by danielle90 on May 21, 2013 0:04:10 GMT -5
We are just putting this up, so everyone can fully understand their relationship. I know a couple who wanted to read, or reread it. So yea. Sorry if its just taking space. Tortured MemoryEverything about the scenery about her screamed nothing but an ominous nature. As if the dead bodies that decayed knew something was waiting in the wings of her dim future. The silence engulfed her, making her feel more so then uneasy; she had never felt such fear of being in such a place before. Bones littered underneath her ivory daggers, her head hung low examining the body of a young foal. Sadness formed in her heart, the death of one so young was truly tragic. It was part of this reason she had chosen to leave the boys with another mare, a mare who could protect and take care of them unlike she could. Gothika had not needed her and she doubted Dark Honor and Quiet Judgement did. It was in this pitiful moment she thought of Selven. A seething hate bled through her heart, where there was once nothing but unfathomable love. He had been the one to fail and protect her; forced away, taken by a stranger that look so much like her mother. He had raped her, each foal she birthed to him and been stillborn; deformed in the most unnatural of ways. Fed up with just things he freed her, beating her so hard, the right side of her ribs had broken. A tear slid from her orbs at that thought.
Dark Honor knew of his father, knew of the name that he had been blessed with; as well as the calling of his sister. Before she had left him, she had pulled him aside, telling him a secret that need not worry his twin over. Confessing that if she were to never return, that if her death she follow shortly, who had committed the crime against her. Fear had overwhelmed the colt's orbs and he had begun to cry. Hurriedly she shushed him, his tears drying up before they even had a chance to fall to the ground. Tortured Memory had known the Dark Honor was the strong brother, and he would carry QJ through life with strong standards. Memory told her son that his father did not know about his beating heart, but soon he would know that he existed. That was a secret she would not keep; Selven deserved to know of his son, whether he was a saint or sinner.
Bleached form hung in the darkness, watching the cliff just before her; a rancid breeze blowing over her beautiful pure frame. The sun had just begun to set, perhaps not just on this earth, but on her life, being cut short as well.
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Post by fallen on May 21, 2013 0:05:13 GMT -5
] S E L V E N .T h e B o n e C o l l e c t o r. T H E Y C R I E D! T H E Y S C R E A M E D!
What were his days coming too. Seething rage flowed from his pores like blood from a wound. The beasts large 17.3 hand frame rippled with thick cords of muscule as he slithered through the graveyard. The Bone collecter snarled to himself, matted locks swayed with his movements, the porcelain bones that were matted within his coarse locks rattled, and chimned. Ice blue orbs seethign as he stared ahead, Massive plates did not dance. this was teh first time.. The beast had always waltzed along, songs chiming in his head. His bones soothign his hetic pace.. but nothing. There was nothing now.
The duo toned stallion let out a hollow breath, his thick skull was held high in thought. He had so many children.. Gothika. His first ever child, a filly. So beautiful and odd.. Selven had wnted to ravage her beyond belife most times. She was such a gorgeous child, even though spoiled. Then there was Nephillim. Bastard child. Selven scowled at teh thought of that son, never had he loved that child. He had wanted to murder him when he was first brought into Armageddon. Then, Valentino. That colt was the spitting image of Selven, same pattern and everything, but purple eyes. Tino and Selven also didn't like eachother, but Tino stayed out of Selvens way, and selven stayed out of his son's way.
The large beast snorted, as his mind wandered again.. back into the forbidden realm where love had tainted his black heart. Memory's pale face was there, her beautiful bone colored hide sparkling like his once beloved lands did. The do toned stallion snarled once again, black and white lips pulling back over his jagged enamles. Tortured Memory had returned, and Selven had found her. She did not come to him, and it infuriated the beast. His limbs started moving him forward, not payign attention as the most recent memory of her came to mind. He had raped her. Yes. Raped. She did not want him, and all though he loved her, he hatd her all the same. She had left him, left their daughter. She ahd taken his kindness for weakness, and he couldn't have that. Selven had once again become the Blue Eyed Devil. Selven grinned maliciously then, dialated pools now burned with a hellish fire at what he had done. Tortured Memory was his. She knew that she would always belong to him.
The bastard snorted, his thick skull thrown now, a spring back in his step. Bone matted cords crashed against his flanks as he was heading for the cliffs. A few moments passed, and he saw her. His dancing frame halted. Broad chest out, thick neck arched and his cold eyes blazing. Black and white form blended into the darkness as he watched her intently from his distance. Her pale hide called for him, beckoned for him to tear her skine from her very flesh and bones. He licked his lips, and his jaws split in a dark, menecing grin. His thick bodice rose slightly, thick, slightly feathered limbs rose in place as if excecuting a perfect dressage movement. He couldn't help himself, but he could feel a song coming! "When the Devil is too busy and Death's a bit too much.. They call on me by name you see, for my special touch." Accented vocals were teasing, mechanical and sexy as he sang from his distance. His dark and white form slowly waltzing from the darkness. His Ice blue pools trained on ehr gorgeous, snowy hide; "To the Gentlemen I'm Miss Fortune, To the Ladies I'm Sir Prize!" The beast purred, sing-song vocals slurred with hsi heavy accent. Mechanically charming grin spread across his features as he neared Memory now. His form a few yards away. She was so beautiful.. and he laughed darkly. The cynical sound tearing through the darkness as he was now right behind her. Waltzing frame bumping against her, rudely.
He sneered, thick lips pulled back over his lips as he threw his thick skull high, heavy limbs lith as he now decided to speak, "Well, Look who it is." He mocked, vocals which once were so full fo care and longing now malicious and deep as he laughed.. "I hope you wern't thinking of jumping my darling," Selven paused, vocals softening as he laid a harsh kiss on her rump, "Because you know I would hate to see you ruined..." Selven chuckled, his thick skull rising as he danced aroudn her side, eyes tearing the sking perfectly from her beautiful form. Tonight he would have her. In all ways imaginable. Her skin woudl be his cover, her skull his newest ornimant. maybe perhaps, he woudl even Give Gothika her mothers remains. Selven laugehd at the thought, Ice blue orbs seethign into Memory's oh how he would profess his love tonight. Woeing her as he destroyed her.. Such a hopeless Romantic he was!
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Post by danielle90 on May 21, 2013 0:05:31 GMT -5
Crystal azure orbs rolled over the bodies that littered the bottom of mountain; the cliff eroded by the many hooves that had been cascaded over it and down the side. Large amount of chunks of rock where missing, lying atop the many bodies below. Some where stretched with the inner gas building up, soon they would pop and their rancid smell would encase all of the Graveyard.
The thought of jumping off, like many of the below had not crossed her mind. Suicide was a cowards way out; she found in somewhat amusing that most that had jumped to their deaths had been that of the dark heart. Had they found their lives so vulgar and hardly meaningful to take their own lives? To say "I give up"? so quickly. A snort escaped her, in such a disgusting concept. Never would she beg for death, or accept that fact that her life would eventually come to an end.
Skull twisted at the sound of his irons slipping over the mud; looking upon her own pillars that still possessed their ivory hue. Not one drop of mud had touched her as she moved through the puddles of blood and muck. Selven was a disgusting beast to look upon; never would she thought he was capable of such actions that he had committed against her. Gentle horns slowly furrowed into her pale tresses; light orbs narrowing as he continued to sing and make his way next to her. A look of pure shock rocketed her features at his aggressive movements, the way that he pushed passed sent a rare rage throbbing through her delicate body.
I would not dare jump; just wishing you would come and jump yourself, my love. she sneered in his direction; the tone in which she spoke was sarcastic, but a but of truth seeped out like sap. A hot squeal passed her lips at the rough kiss he place along her round rump, right pillar sprang out like a viper, aiming for his broad, painted chest. Her entire frame rounded upon him, ivories bared in a most threatening manner. If he thought her a afraid, his brain was more damage then at first she thought it was. I would say don't dare touch me, but we both know that won't stop you. Your nothing but a rage child Selven; only seeing what you want to see and not the truth. her tones where hot and acidic; hate burned through them wanting to start a fire; flames to eat the both up in the hungry passion for another, in more then one sense.
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Post by fallen on May 21, 2013 0:06:16 GMT -5
] S E L V E N .T h e B o n e C o l l e c t o r. T H E Y C R I E D! T H E Y S C R E A M E D!
I would not dare jump; just wishing you would come and jump yourself, my love. Oh such perfection sprang from her pretty mouth. The beast thought it a shame he actualy felt so much hate towards his precious Memory. But she had kicked out at him then, his powerful hind aiming for his chest. Selven stepped aside just in time to avoid a blow that would have surly hurt his pride. She had rounded, her porcelain frame fluid, and beautiful; pure ivories flashed at him. So fierce and violent she was being, it was odd. Selven snarled back at her, harks slamming against his skull before becoming erect once again, "HA! I missed you too darling." Selven sneered, accented vocals dripping with lusty sarcasm. So much beauty was entwined in her rage that Selven was beging to think that he would play with Memory all night, before sending her flaling over the cliff. Or perhaps tear out her throat, watch the red stain her ivory pelt..
The painted beast was torn from his images at her acidic voice, I would say don't dare touch me, but we both know that won't stop you. Your nothing but a rage child Selven; only seeing what you want to see and not the truth. So much hate burned through her words, it even caused the beasts manical grin to flicker to that of a angered scowl. Ice blue orbs narrowed at her, bone matted locks were tossed from the sdie of his nape as he continued to glare. Her words ran again in his mind.. a rage child? What the hell did she mean by that? The painted beast growled, the demonic sound rushing through his bodice, "Then why even state it my lovely little Angel.." Selven snarled, his lisp pulled back viciously over his enamles. Accented tones harsh and brash as he stomped a fore hoof, "You may be right about that, Darling.. you always were a smart one." Selven smirked broadly, cold eyes burnign like a blue fire, eating away at Memory's porcelain flesh. His deep voice teased coldly, and his form drew closer once again. Eyes boring into her flesh, he wanted her so bad. Wanted to peel away each layer of her gorgeous, form. He snorted, and lips pulled back in a suave, cold grin.. "Don't you know how much I missed you?" He spoke softly, skull rising, and tilting away from her.blue orbs still caught in her own firey gaze. He grinned darkly before slyly stepping forward. Who ever said that you couldn't have mannors when playing with your food? "To bad your going to have to die tonight , my Porcelain Angel." HHe spoke almsot sadly though the hate filled words were strong, accent running over every syllabl.. His thick facade was then thrown back and he laughed harshly, bone matted tendrills slaming against his nape as he focused bakc onto Memory. So much love and hate mixing in his cold heart.. If only she knew how much this would redeem him! Oh she woudl be so sweet! Her tight skin drapped over his shoulders liek the finest cloak! Her bones within his mane! Glorious! Fucking Glorious her death would be!
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Post by danielle90 on May 21, 2013 0:06:46 GMT -5
Perhaps there had always been a rage there burning harshly within her frame form the stag that tainted her. From the moment she had conversed with that bitch; his Medea. Jealously had encased her, driving her into darkness, where she feasted on the prey of small creatures. Even taken down a young stallion in her blind anger. Never had she felt such hate, and fierceness from another. Tear drop orifices flared taking in the scent about him, there she was. Medea's scent hanging on him like the fucking whore she was. Muscles bunched underneath her pure cloak, hot orbs watching Selven with his every move.
Her steps where quick with action next, moving herself a bit father from the edge; turning only slightly to look back upon him. His painted bodice now the one closer to his death. She let him speak his confessions, as if she were a diary and she was listening to every word. She was done feeling sorry for others, he hadn't been around in all her pain giving birth to his son, nor his daughter. Selven had walked out on her plenty, but she still came back after all those years.The way she looked at, she didn't have to come back to these lands, knowing silently she was walking back to her untimely death. Yet, she had, and what had found her but her once lovely, handsome love raping her until she was bawled upon the ground in all her pain. I missed, and yearned for you a first. But I gave up on you coming for me long ago. All the while I was raped and made into nothing but a toy to some monster. Giving birth to three babes, all dead before he freed me. It came out in a rush, she didn't even take a breath as she spoke to him. Telling him truly what happened during her absence. The pale minx had left because it had been a choice, she had been forced to.
He spoke of death then, a fate that she had been faced with numerous times. Death did not faze her, especially know. Tortured Memory had given all the good-byes she would need. She had known the moment she left her twins that she would never again lay her eyes upon their faces, whether or not this night had come. And what makes you so sure my King? I would dare to assume our son wouldn't like this notion all to well. Porcelain crown rose as she looked upon her foe, gaze hard and ready for anything he was going to throw at her; either way Selven would pay for this night.
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Post by fallen on May 21, 2013 0:07:19 GMT -5
] S E L V E N .T h e B o n e C o l l e c t o r. T H E Y C R I E D! T H E Y S C R E A M E D!
The beast wanted to ravage her. He wanted to tear every organ out of her beautiful body. Her eyes. Her tongue.. her heart.. everything. This new found hardness of her caused him to be aroused, the tention of the hate and friction rubing against every inch of his two toned body. She moved slowly but surely further from the edge.. selvens eyes narrowed, he wasn't to throw her over the cliff anyway. It would be such a waste of her beautiful pelt. Once again the beast was torn from his distracting thoughts, and he to danced from the edge. He knew better than to underestimate his lover, he could alwasy see the evil strength that was in her bodice; I missed, and yearned for you a first. But I gave up on you coming for me long ago. All the while I was raped and made into nothing but a toy to some monster. Giving birth to three babes, all dead before he freed me. The beasts smile dropped to a cold, dangerous scowl. Teeth ground against one another in hate, he did not know this. But it honestly changed nothing, she still ahd to die tonight. Nothing she said would change the monsters mind. Selven snorted harshly before his lips parted, thick body stepping closer to Memory's once again, "You shouldn't have." Selven merly whispered, accented vocals still harsh but dissapointment in himself washed over the sorrow stricken words. Selvens cold eyes glared at her, and soon any notion of sadness left his form. Memory had weakened him, this pitiful, raging love he had for her was tearing him in more ways than she could ever imagine. But still she spoke as if he was the bad guy! Selven threw his skull once more, and again vocals left her mouth.
And what makes you so sure my King? I would dare to assume our son wouldn't like this notion all to well. What? Selven's expression turned to that of confusion. What son did she birth from him? Selevn's thick facade lowered to hers, and he did not hesitate when he waltz to her this time. His nares flared, and teeth were bared as he was face to face with her. His skull lashing out at her cheek, where he had once alwasy shown her his utmost affection. "You know that you will die. I made that very clear when I first made you my Queen." he spoke harshly, accented tones drilling and manical as he pressed his face against hers, it was true. He explained clearly that once she was his queen she was his forever and he would be her death if she didn't want him.
The feeling fo her warm skin dawning every memory he had with her, all the love and lust. All the affection he showered her with. "What son, Memory. We have no son." Vocals seethed with cruel hate, as his skull pushed against her rougher. Matted locks rubbing against her smooth porcelain flesh.. Selven growled then, his teeth nipping harshly against her skin. He woudl tell herof all his dreams tonight. Of all his unfailing love! Oh how she would know his heart tonight!
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Post by danielle90 on May 21, 2013 0:07:54 GMT -5
The meeting between them was beginning to make her wary; her form was growing tired from the energy she spent thinking of him. How she wished he would just go away, never to search her out again, to just leave her now where she stood. Everything he spoke, every moment he looked upon her in just a disgusted way broke her. Anger was still present, but it was an emotion that she had never held within her heart before. This type of anger, and rage was completely new, draining in it's powerful presence. How could he have done such a selfish act upon her. Tortured Memory realized then, that Selven had never truly loved her. Perhaps she could never take the place of his precious Medea; sure held more worth and wealth then the pale femme ever would, or hope to obtain. The only time she had ever considered herself rich, was when she had hold of Selven's love and the birth of her children. Both things where gone, both given up for no life at all. And why not? It wouldn't have changed the outcome, and my heart was so tired. she spoke calmly, and a bit softer, but it was still hard the anger that laced into her heart felt words.
She held her ground this time when he moved toward; hardly anything moved along her form save for the shallow breathing her her broken chest and orbs watching him. Pain cascaded down along the side of her face, the skin showing pink under the think hair along her jaw. Whipping her crown around she glared at him, but couldn't blame him for what he had done. Each saw their own side, each form was stubborn in their ways and knew neither would bow out gracefully. Simply she nodded to his statement, the pain still throbbing in her veins; it would surely be sore the next day. Yes, I remember clearly Selven. However, I never stopped wanting you; you have just failed to ask. I loved you more then anything upon this earth...I love you still. She did not expect any changes from him; it had been the one of the many reasons she had fallen so hard for the painted stag. Selven was unique, unique in the way he kept his promises from the bones stitched in his mane and banner. Skull thrashed upward, moving her mane to the other side of her elegant boa; there by the face he had so forcefully struck linger a last small bone. It was the bone of a foal she had matted into her tresses when she had been his Queen. Never had she removed it from her person, knowing that in her heart she still loved the bastard that stood before her, ready to take her life.
She back a bit as his head collided with her own yet again. His tones demanding she speak of the son she had sworn to protect. How could she have given him up so easily? In her heart she did it for the stag that had been her lover, not the murderer standing before her, and it was that same reason still she relayed their son's name. His name is Dark Honor, and he is as beautiful as you; truly handsome. The words she spoke she chocked on a bit; tears falling along her face as she remembered the face she had left her son's with; and what would soon become of her.
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Post by fallen on May 21, 2013 0:08:25 GMT -5
] S E L V E N .T h e B o n e C o l l e c t o r. T H E Y C R I E D! T H E Y S C R E A M E D!
And why not? It wouldn't have changed the outcome, and my heart was so tired. Selven's orbs narrowed. How could she say that?! everything would have been diffrent! He wouldn't have to end her tonight if everything had been diffrent! Selven wanted to scream at her, hurt her more. He wanted her to feel all the confusing pain that rocked in his boiling blood. But she couldn't, she wouldn't understand. She wasn't him, but he loved her. She was him, in ways. The kinder part of him, the completion to his sadistic, bone thrilled form. The painted brute snorted, and Memory had bit him too, her own ivories tearing at his skin, causing a jolt of pain to fan down his face. Selven's thickly matted tail slashed at his flanks, his thick skull arching and his fore body rising for a split second. The monsterous beast gave a low snort, before Memory began speaking again; Yes, I remember clearly Selven. However, I never stopped wanting you; you have just failed to ask. I loved you more then anything upon this earth...I love you still. Selven's head withdrew, and Memory's on skull thrust forward. Her beautiful ivory mane shifting to the other side of her nape. Selven watched facinated, her words lingering in his ears. She kept her head up, and then he saw; Matted within her locks lain a small bone. A trinket, from her time as his queen. Selven's breath caught within his throat, thick chest rising as his muzzle reached to her nape. Duo toned velvets gently carassing her flesh, and the bone. Selven's cold orbs narrowed, and he closed his eyes for a second. "You.. You've always done crazy shit to me, my darling.." He paused, accented tones still holding anger, but love stroked his every word, "And you still do. You've always been mine, Memory. As I have always been yours." Selven couldn't believe the words he spoke so softly. Anger slowly leaving his harsh cords as he let the flat of his face rest against her porcelain hide.. He almost didn't want to destroy her now. The love he felt for her distorting his mind. But he had promised her; Promised that if she ever left he would hunter her down and take her life.
Selven let out a deep sigh, warm breath flowing over her skin, duo toned facade rubing along her boa before touching the small bone once again as she spoke; His name is Dark Honor, and he is as beautiful as you; truly handsome. Selven caught her chocked words. And his skull slowly moved from hers, to see the tear fall from her heavenly eyes. Selven snorted, cold orbs trying so hard to soften.. So many conflicting thoughst ran in his mind. The hate for her.. his undying love for her.. his promise to destroy her.. His head tucked inward, but he soon let his nose tip under his lovers'. A soft hushing sound purred from his throat, and he pressed his body close to hers.. Like he had done when they first were together.. "Don't cry, my Porcelain Angel.." Selven mused, accented tones losing their hard edge. Selven wanted every piece of Memory, he wanted her sky eyes forever. Her heart forever.. She was his, forever; "I'm sure our son will be a much greater stag than I.." Selven purred softly, his ivory and noir facade still placed under her chin. Warm tears falling onto is face from her eyes. His own orbs shut tight, his heart threatening to shatter, pain wishing to cause tears to well in his own. But that would not happen, Memory was his world, whether she believed so or not. He was to kill her for himself. His own Selfishness would not allow to let her be free after what had happened. The painted stag growled harshly, the sound directed at himself for everything that was to happen. Dark Honor was supposed to be his first son. Nephillim was not. Honor was supposed to be his boy. Nephillim and Tino were not. Selven took his skull from under Memory's and his eyes had turned cold once again while looking into her own blue eyes. Pain and anger written across every curve of his masculine facade. Bone matted tendrill falling infront of his cold eyes.. He inhaled deeply and let his breath exit slow. His face found hers again, not being able to help the angered want of her flesh. His face rubed against hers and he spoke, every word soft.. and almost heart wrenching; "I promise you this will be quick.." Selven paused. Hs facade slowly arching and pressing tightly against her face. Painted bodice tight to every curve of her beautiful, heavenly body.. "You'll always be the true Bone Queen, my darling; Always mine." The painted brute sighed, and kissed her gently one last time while she was alive.
Ivory and noir facade rose under hers, Icey orbs locking onto the pulsing vien in her throat. He had already said his apologies, and was sure to make this is painless as possible. Selven nickered softly before coaxing her head up more, her throat completly exposed.. all the while his mind pleaded; Always mine.. Without warning, his head pulled back, and strong jaws oened, his jagged ivories flashed for a split second before he lunged for her throat. Perfectly placed, he bitdown with all the strength he had, blood pooling from her jugular and down her white neck and chest. He held on tight, as he could slowly feel her body going limp. His jaws stayed closed around her throat, and his head lowered. Her limp bodice too. Jaws released their hold on her flesh and he stood still. Ice cold orbs watching the last bit of life drain from her eyes. Lifeless pools staring back up at him, and he coudl feel orrow setting in. His face was stoic and his vevets lowered to her cheek, warm breath rollign over her lifeless face. He slowly raised his head, but still looked at her lieless body.. Even in death her bone colored form was innocent like when he had first met her. The blood stained her lips and neck, gave her immortal beauty. Her orbs blank, which were once full fo hate, adn love.. the beast exhaled deeply, and just stood. "Even in death.. you will be the greatest." He mused softly, accented tones calm against teh subtle breeze; "And now you'll be the Queen of Angels, my Darling." Soft vocals ceased and a small smile grew on his face. He was to show no hate for her now.. she would be his forevermore.
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Post by danielle90 on May 21, 2013 0:08:38 GMT -5
She couldn't help but love him greatly in all her fury; he had been the one, the only one she had ever truly cared for and knew that there would never have been another. Tortured Memory listened to his words but never made a sound; watched his beautiful face linger below her own, and the way his pelt felt against hers. It was warm and comforting, as if she stood on a throne and now one ever could get to her. Selven would have saved her, if he had but known, she knew that now.
Again, the mention of her death made her tears spring ever more from her eyes. She wanted him, wanted him more now then she had ever wanted him before. If he had asked her to stay with him, to come back to his lands where ever that may have been; she would have. She would have come with pride and love; rub it Medea's horrible face. The bitch couldn't touch her for she was neutral. A smile at such a simple thought brushed her lips, feeling the gentle kiss given by her once long ago lover. Selven; I love you. One last time, he would hear the words from her lips; never had such emotion seeped into those words as they did now.
Crown moved a bit toward his own, sending him tender kisser along his nape and cheeks; caressing gently over the top of his eyes and ears as he raised her head. Azure orbs opened wide then; something wasn't right. Something had all to suddenly changed with in the air; no longer where they the only ones in this clearing. The scent was familiar, she could have picked it out of a dozen scents. How could she not know the scent of her own son, you very young son. Selven Wai-- Pained seared her serpentine; the liquid that had been with her since birthed, that had never spilled from her frame gushed from the open wound; cutting of her speech. Her eyes were wide as she became weak, searching the shadows for her son she knew was watching. Finally she found his smoky black pelt, a lighter cream standing to his left. NO!!! My boys...I'm sorry. She felt herself being lowered, the jagged daggers withdrawn as her blood fell from her neck in pulses. Azure orbs peered at Selven, love showing in every second he filled her gaze. Soon it dropped once more to the twins standing just outside the bush, their steps hastily coming toward her, tears pierced her eyes, vision becoming blurry. The last image to caress her mind was the picture of her son standing next to his father.
D A R K - H O N O RThere was no way he was going to let her go; no way she was just going to leave them there was strangers. His small feet moved quickly, echoing behind was that footfalls of his twin. Harks pushed backward in annoyance. Judge come on! Your so slow; mom will be gone, is that what you want?! his voice strained. He was almost in a panic, the young coltine loved his dam, she was the only thing in this life that had kept him alive. The only thing that had protected him when he couldn't protect himself.
I'm coming Honor; just not as eagerly. We will catch her in time, you'll see. Judge proclaimed, his tiny daggers dancing behind that of his brothers. He couldn't understand why his older brother was in such a hurry; Mom wouldn't leave them, she loved them way too much.
Honor rolled his eyes at his brother's words, Judge didn't know what Honor knew; what his mother had told him just before she had left their side. She had spoken of death, and though he was young he had already found out that life was not at all innocent; not even in such a young as he was now.
Harks floated atop his small skull then, nares flaring as he found her scent trail; tiny daggers hit the ground with such precision, irons so small they barely made a sound on the soft undergrowth. The scenery did not faze him, his orbs did not see the many body that was now surrounding, did not smell the disgusting bile that rose in the mist. Judge hinting at his urgency followed in pursuit, anxiety starting to reflect in his orbs. Both colt's could feel the ominous air around them, promising something much unfortunate in the wings of the trees up ahead.
Their keen harks could hear the mesh of soft voices, words inaudible. Leggy bodies came to a crashing halt at the scene that had begun to play before them. A smile rising along both features at the overwhelming feeling of knowing their mother was fine; those happy faces soon turned into horror as the unknown stallion wrapped his fangs around his mother's serpentine. Confusion rocket his small frame, legs feeling as if they would crash and tumble him to the ground at any moment. The blood that flowed from her wounds sickened him, feeling the milk within the pit of his stomach daring to reappear.
Everything had moved so fast, unaware of the beast that had taken his mothers life, the colts rushed forward, cream against black in a blurry haze. Judge fell to his knees, his white pelt soon covered in the blood of his dam, his breathing was shallow and gaze far off as he orbs closed into darkness; his young body fainting from the massacre he just witnessed.
Large colt, dressed in black looked upon the body in anger. Tears streaked down his face in hot rushes; trying to hold back such emotion for his other half. He had to be strong for Judge. A frog hardened in his throat, it hurt to breathe, it hurt to to hold everything back. The emotion he felt was so strong, something in his brain snapped, something primal made it's presence known. A low and horrid growl rose in his throat, hard and vengeful; small drops of blood hit his tongue, the hard sound like a razor cutting his delicate throat.
He rounded upon the black and white monster, unafraid of what would become of him; he was blinding by the anger that overwhelmed, color was not seen only the shade of red. Milk gums bit the stag, front flint striking out in hot rage. WHY???!!!! Why did you take her from me!!! I needed her! He couldn't take it no longer, the strength that had fueled him rushed from his small body crashing him to the floor wheeping in his sorrow. Mother. Shoulders slumped, rocking back and forth as he hysterically cried for the lose of the most important thing in his life.
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Post by fallen on May 21, 2013 0:10:12 GMT -5
] S E L V E N .T h e B o n e C o l l e c t o r. T H E Y C R I E D! T H E Y S C R E A M E D!
Was this what he really wanted? Yes. It was. his darling Memory, his loving Queen was in a better place now. Her bleeding wound still dripping onto the wet earth. The painted beast just loomed, his thick limbs wouldn't let his frame move. His icy eyes just rolled over every inch of her frame, final tears slipped from her eyes in defeat. The painted brute's head lowered only slightly, but he soon heard small patter of flints racing. Fine harks flicked backward, his thick skull turning to see a smokey black and cream frame. The black and white beast watched as teh two foals came running, hysterical tears streaming down their faces. The white colt had fell first; his young bodice collapsing into his mother's blood. Selven just looked on in disbeliefe. his memory had failed to mention a second child, but nothernless he was hers. The white colt fainted, and still Selven said nothing. Then, the dark colt came.
WHY???!!!! Why did you take her from me!!! I needed her! Selven listened, and watched as the composed colt soon broke. Tears runnign down his nose, his form coming after the painted stags. His baby teeth bit into Selven but he didn't move, Selven just watched as if he was not in his painted form. He watched as if he were merly another from the outside. Then, Dark Honor soon crashed in a slump along his mother's dead body. Selven's cold eyes were soft, stoic expression blank as he couldn't help but watch both children weep. Was he really that selfish? Had he really taken the only thing both colts knew? Selven's own selfish love had caused him to take his lovers life. To take his child's future away from him. Bone matted locks swatted his flanks and the painted beast looked down at the three bodies.. Selven had done what he promised he would always do.. but he couldn't help but wonder if it was teh right thing while he looked at his Son and his brother.
The painted hellion lowered his duo toned muzzle to his son.. Bones rattling within his locks as he did so; "It is okay to weep my son.. It's okay." Selven's accented tones were a deep rumble, as he reached to comfort his child. his nose brushing over Memory's dead neck once more. The painted stag knew that it was now his turn to raise a son. Honor didn't deserve to have Selven as a father, but who else would he have? this whole new idea was not something the painted brute liked, but Honor was he and Memory's child. He knew that Dark Honor would hate him untill the day he died.. and perhaps maybe his son would take his life too one day. But that was far ahead into the future. All that mattered now was to get his son's up, and let them mourn in tears while Selven watched silently.
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Post by danielle90 on May 21, 2013 0:10:35 GMT -5
He had know from the moment that the words had fallen from her once beautiful lips what would soon become her fate. Dark Honor was from ignorance, though his youth would say differently when others looked upon him. It was his brother that was the immature one, Honor was always having to take care of him; to keep him out of trouble when their mother had scolded him more time then not. Now he was alone in this battle with Judge. They both were alone, nothing to cling to but each other. The chain that linked them together would grow stronger, until the days came where it was unbreakable; it would never be able to shattered.
His small bodice flinched away from the touched that was so soft; it was not the touch one should be given considering the circumstances. Orbs closed tightly; the tears coming to a halt as he tried to remember what she had said exactly to him before she had turned and left them behind. If I should leave this world in the next few days; know you father was the one who took that life; selfishly without regret. His dark body shook in concentration, lingering more on how she had described his own father to him. The lids of his orbs opened slowly, revealing deep ocean blue orbs; neck turned upward peering up at the great stag that was the exact shade of what his mother had told him. Brow furrowed as the fur along his cheek began to dry. Judge remained still, his shallow breathing barely heard; legs twitching in a horrible dream.
"It is okay to weep my son.. It's okay." The words sounded hollow to him, their true meaning nothing but words. Legs strengthened underneath his small, but muscular bodice; rising him toward the heavens to get a better look at his father. Crown twisted watching every inch of his frame, noting the small stain of blood upon his heavy chest. Haunting gaze again shifted back to the much larger stags own orbs.
I don't need you permission to mourn my mother; Selven; father. Whatever it is you wish me to call you. In a way he was becoming to realize that his father was the only thing left that could take care of him; otherwise he wold be left to the elements where the predators would surely pick them off. Do you wish to kill us to, father? Small ebon skull raised revealing the soft flesh of his neck; presenting it calmly to his sire. Horns that sat atop his crown lowered along his mohawk, orbs wide with wonder and daring. Dark Honor was becoming into his own much to fast, thrown down the rabbit hole into the matureness of an adult; intelligence much to high for his own good.
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