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Post by coraline on Jul 11, 2013 23:24:20 GMT -5
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Murtagh
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[/b][/u] ~I have to break free, before everything breaks me.~ My WordsMy ThoughtsMy actions ~"C'mon Murtagh!" A playful call escapes the mouth of the colt that danced around in the muck of the swamp. Murtagh gave a wild shake of his head, charging after the colt Cain. The two draft colts spar for hour upon hour, never truly tiring, kept going by their love of fun and one another. Finally the boys pile down into the muddy earth in a heap, laughing and giggling the way that colts do. "Ey, we'll elweys be de best 'o frends." As Cain speaks the colt playfully nips onto Murtagh's ear, causing the boy to give him a sharp shoulder to the ribs. Murtagh gave a light hearted laugh at the play, then set his multi-colored optics onto the colt. "Nah Cain, mo like brudas."~The beast shook his head violently against the memories, trying to lodge them back into the steel vault that they would normally stay in. Eyes shoot open, hoping to rid his sight of the past that played in his vision. Ears pin back to his skull, hiding themselves deep in his thick mane. Teeth bare and snarl at unseen figures. But no matter how hard he tried the memories still played through his sight, escaped the prison that the beast had hoped to keep them constrained in forever. ~Screams sounded out across the small village. Everything seemed to be happening at once. First there was quite, everyone was going about their normal day. But then everything changed. There was commotion outside the village, then random forms began to run about the herd. No one knew what was happening at first, but then the realization hit them. They were under attack. What seemed like hundreds of horses raced around each other, trying to find themselves freedom. Murtagh and his family stayed close to each other, racing for what seemed like a clear passage out. But no one was safe there. A stallion burst out into the open. He attacked Murtagh's father first. Forcing the boy to watch his father, the strongest equine he had ever known, one that he believed could not be bested by anyone, be killed by just some random killer. Next the boy had to watch his mother, the very mare who had loved him so strongly every day that even in thick mist he could see light, be killed by intense darkness. Murtagh braced himself, knowing that death was coming. But the stallion would not give him that grace. He was kept alive, kept a slave.~ The stallion had known it was a bad idea to come here, to a place so close and similar to his old home. He had sworn to himself that these things were all in his past. But something had pulled him here, given him the strength to trek through these awful memories one by one. But now his strength seemed to be giving in. Clear liquid pooled inside the equine's different colored orbs, though the salty water did not fall. Limbs gently shook under the weight of his heavy mind. Eyes squeeze shut, knowing the memory that was coming next, hoping to detour it. But his thoughts were on a rampage, and there was no stopping them. ~ The steady procession of equines moved slowly through the swamp. Prisoners kept a heated eye on the ones who so easily betrayed their family for just the hope of life, while the devilish stallions kept a vigil eye on the prisoners to be sure that they did not revolt. As the humid air beat down upon the group a commotion erupted from the center. Murtagh recognized the form of Cain in the center of the mix. The young stallion's large body threw itself against any of his captors that he could find. He fought wildly, taking down a few of the stallion's who had taken him prisoner, but the boy was no match for the whole band. "Murtagh!" The stallion heard his life long friend, his brother, calling for his help. Every muscle in his body tenses, preparing to run to his aid. But no part of his body moves. He was trapped in his spot by his fear. The boy calls to his friend, begging for him to stop fighting, to run. But the call was sent out too late. His brother's body laid limp on the swampy earth, no breath escaping it. The stallion's did not even have the decency to stray away from the corpse, forcing the herd to walk straight over it. Forcing Murtagh to see his friend's lifeless body pass under his own hooves.~ This memory was the last stray for his emotions. They ran down in thick streems down his white cheeks, falling down and mixing with the water of the swamp, becoming lost forever. A longing, sorrowful, call erupted from the boy's maw. As if by this sound he could change his past, bring his friend back from the dead. But that could not be and it was all Murtagh's fault. If he had only fought, helped his brother in the small war, surely he would have lived. They could have run off togehter, saving their old herd and starting all over again. Their lives could have been happy. But no, Murtagh had been weak. It was his fault that his brother was dead, his fault that he was now alone in this world. A massive hoof fiercely paws out into the water that was up to his chest, sending a large splash of water out into the swamp. How could have been so awful? How could he have done such a thing to a true friend who did not deserve it? Large cranium hangs low on his body, just barely above the murky water of the land. Eyes did not dare to look down into the water to see his reflection, he could not stand himself. He did not want to see what a monster he was. ~There's got to be another way to start again, and erase this pain.~ [/blockquote][/color][/size] [/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2013 3:41:31 GMT -5
 [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url('http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n87/Bai_MeiEr/tables/gri-02.png'); padding:0px 65px 0px 65px; text-align:justify;]» The stillness of the almost deserted swamp was shattered by a far-off cry, an unmistakable equine voice that penetrated the heavy, oppressive silence like a single beam of light in a darkened room. It sounded quite muffled as though heard through a wall, indicating that it must have been a fair distance away, but all the same the mournful notes of grief and despair in that voice came through loud and clear as day. It gave Grimoire pause when she heard it, hesitating slightly in the midst of her calm, unhurried travels, as she considered what to do in such a situation. She did not relish the thought of poking and prying into the affairs of random strangers, much less one who sounded upset and was not even in close proximity to where she stood. Whereas such a sorrowful sound might have struck chords within empathetic souls and perhaps tugged at some heartstrings, the ever-practical Selisona chief was burdened with no such feelings of pity or the urge to offer her help. All the same, however, she found herself setting out again towards the sound, more out of curiosity and the ennui of an uneventful day than anything else.
» It was a long and rather slow trek through the swamp, forced to slog through the pools of bracken water where no solid path could be found, but it made little difference to Grimoire, who pressed on steadily and surely. Before long the owner of the voice came into sight, a massive hulking beast of a stallion who at first appeared to the slender mare like an ivory-hued mountain rising out of the water. Approaching him at an angle from behind, at first little could be discerned about him save for the exotic swirling patterns etched across his pelt in blue, but as she slowly circled around to his front she noted the spiraling horn on his cranium as well as the tears that streamed unchecked from his eyes. Perhaps he had come to this swamp to drown his sorrows, then, which would have been a fair idea given that these parts of the land were largely avoided by others. If he had wished to be left alone, then, it was just his misfortune that the swamp had not been entirely deserted today. Admittedly, however, the company of a beautiful lady must be preferable to that of a crocodile or whatever predators there were that lurked in these shadowy, murky depths.
» The dappled grey mare stopped a fair distance away once she had made her way around, standing at a comfortable enough distance so that she did not have to crane her head just to look at the behemoth. He stood a full foot taller than her at the withers and appeared simply enormous in comparison, even with his head lowered, though by now Grimm had grown accustomed to being around those of his stature. The expression on her delicate features appeared more thoughtful than anything else, as she attempted to piece together the story behind this rather strange scene. "Pardon the intrusion," she began, ever mindful of her manners, even if her rather flippant tone did not suggest that she really regretted invading such a moment. "But pray tell what it is that's managed to make a tearful mess out of a great strapping stallion such as yourself?"
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Post by coraline on Dec 8, 2013 17:52:37 GMT -5
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Murtagh
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[/b][/u] ~I have to break free, before everything breaks me.~ My WordsMy ThoughtsMy actions The whole world was intolerably still. The wind did not dare to blow, the creatures of the swamp seemed as if they were not even breathing, everything seemed paused in time. It was as if the universe was hoping to allow the creature his silence, to enjoy his grief uninhibited. The only portion of the land that dared to move was the small rippling of the murky water that lay beneath the stallion, miniature waves erupting from the cascading droplets of tears from his multicolored optics. The beast’s massive wings drooped slightly at his sides, blue laced feathers trailing into the muddy water. Murtagh’s mind wandered wildly, dancing between one haunted memory to the next. Images of his life as a slave danced upon the cloudy liquid, assaulting his sight even through closed eyelids. His now gone best friend’s face switched from the wide smile that had played upon his face as a foal to the mangled and horrified looks that Murtagh caught in his last moments. It was as if his sight was burning into his sockets, the sensation accelerated by the hot tears that pooled in his orbs. As the stallion drowned in his sorrows a sound erupted into his consciousness. There were hooves moving along the marsh. At this thought the stallion’s head shoots up, shaking off the tears that had once poured from his eyes. Dual colored gaze scans the land, wings shuffling nervously. He was not scared of the new comer, of course not. The beast was massive, and more than competent in a fight. He did not fear anything. He was only nervous due to his pride. He did not want any equine to know that he was crying. He was supposed to be the strong, silent, cold, beast that sought out only revenge. He was not supposed to have emotions. The creature cursed himself silently for allowing such a slip up to occur, though he could still feel the slight racks of his breath that meant tears were once more threatening to spill. As the beast checked his surroundings he noted the spectral mare coming towards him. Her glowing coat and beauty created the effect of a spirit, emerging from the marshy land. But Murtagh firmly put this thought away, specters did not smell like mares; and so this apparition was reality. The creature paused her movements a fair distance away. He did not blame her, surely the beast was menacing. Though not so much due to the tear stains trailing down his face. Once more the beast cursed himself. This scenario was made worse by the fact that the equine that was granted with one of the stallion’s few breaks in himself being a beauty. An eyebrow gently rises at the girl, wondering if she would question him or if she would just continue on her way and leave the boy alone with his ennui. Finally words did come from her, though the boy could not decide if he was happy for it or not. The mare pardoned herself for the intrusion, though the boy could catch a hint on her tone that she did not mind intruding at all. The beast only nodded his head, awaiting another type of address, something he could answer to. These words finally come, the mare asking what could make a mess of such a stallion. Murtagh allowed a low chuckle to rumble from his bodice, a deep and dark sound that resonated across the trees that surrounded them. ”Excuse my present appearance; ma’am, I would be far more strapping if allowed the chance to collect myself.” The stallion once more laughed, somewhat liking the idea of spending time enough with this beauty to catch his thoughts. ”Few things can break me as you have seen. But this land, it holds many dark memories for myself. Saddened memories can deteriorate even the strongest of equines.” The beast nodded his head at the end of his words, accentuating them boldly. He then smiled gallantly, moving a few steps closer to her. ”My calling is Murtagh.” The stallion dipped his head low in a chivalrous bow, head rising once more and dual colored eyes gazing at the mare. ”And ma’am, if you don’t mind me asking, what brings such a dazzling creature to this haunting place?” ~There's got to be another way to start again, and erase this pain.~ [/blockquote][/color][/size] [/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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