Post by Zohyd// on May 20, 2018 9:43:48 GMT -7
stumbling over you
{i can see perfectly from the corner of my eye i never belonged to you}
She hadn’t been able to stop thinking of the incident a few days earlier, the one with the foal. Not because she selflessly killed off a helpless foal and fed it to the mountain lion that had been stalking it, but because of him, Pagan. He was there, fuck, he was always there. Always showing up uninvited, but surprisingly enough- his presence didn’t irritate her like many others did. He happened to stumble upon Rousselet and the copper colt. Once she explained to him what she was going to do he basically told her to get on with it. Had it been a challenge? Did he think she was not strong enough to kill a helpless foal that would become nothing but a crippled brute; breeding weakness into the lands of Wild Equines? Rousselet had no ‘mother gene’. The desire to help a young one was never there. If they were weak then they needed to die. Plain and simple. There were too many equines on this damn planet to keep around the ones that were weak and pathetic. The ones that could do nothing with their lives and depended upon others. Rousselet killed the foal, made a single comment to Pagan and then turned to stroll away. She did not look back to see his expression, she did not share much of her own expression with him. He would be a fool if he bid her weak. Many seemed to highly underestimate her and her capabilities. She was not driven by emotion or a heart- not anymore. Her heart was void of such pitiful emotions. It was the greatest form of weakness and she refused to be susceptible to it. But why then? Why could her mind not tear away from the beast that so willingly let her take the life of a foal? One, that perhaps, lived the same lifestyle as she did. Was it him that caught her attention, or what they could be together that wouldn’t leave her mind alone?
Eighteen point three hand bodice moved through Lachlan Breck. After the war she had stayed here instead of returning to Amdusias Isles, in case the King and Queen were to still call upon her. She was won her battle for them in the war. She had travelled with Pagan to visit the Helkaer under the command of the Dark Royals. To see if there was anything they could do to be of assist. The Helkaer certainly didn’t seem too fond of the two beasts showing up unannounced, then again she didn’t blame them. They were monstrous and chiseled to perfection of warriors. Not knowing whether they were friend nor foe could have any stranger on the edge of their seat around Pagan and Rousselet. Bodice halted at the edge of the crystal liquid that trickled through the lands. The past few days had been especially hot, causing he stream to be lazy. Violet orbs with teal flecks glanced into the liquid, it mirroring the image of herself. One might call her pretty. She was put together flawlessly. Long limbs with strong bones. Deep heart girth. Muscular, long boa arch high out of her well sloped shoulders. Curves of a woman but it was evident she was fit and in shape. Her façade held delicate features giving her a feminine touch. Rousselet was painted by an artist, sculpted to be a warrior goddess but had a tongue that could immediately turn any man off. Her manners were ill and her tongue sharp. She was anything but easy and often no one piqued her interest, not recently. Until Pagan.
Rousselet continued to stare at her reflection on the water’s surface. Did he find any interest in her? Two figures appeared next to her in the reflection, their faces familiar and ones she had not seen for many, many moons. His was handsome and rogue like. Black as night and towering in size. His roman façade held wisdom and scars, graying hair appearing around his almost black eyes. He was simple but impressive. Mares flocked to him and the bad boy aura he put off. The other face held intricate white, tribal markings. This one held a noble beauty to it. She was proud and strong but cared just enough. This was her sire and her dam. Did they love each other? Rousselet tried to think back. Her dam was not the highest ranked mare- but she was certainly up there in the favorites. Her sire didn’t show much affection to anyone, but you could tell when you were a favorite of his. While his gestures were never romantic or fatherly, they were just… different. More polite than he was to others. Rousselet enjoyed being a favorite foal of his choice. The special attention and desire to continue to please him fueled her. Gaze lifted from the water as she looked next to her, knowing her parents would not be there, they were long dead. Once she glanced back towards the water, two different faces appeared- these ones causing her muscles to freeze and her heartbeat to pick up pace if only just a little. It was the two brutes she had fallen in love with… if that’s what you could call it. She thought she was in love, but looking back she wondered if perhaps she was just young and naïve and looking for another father figure to please. They both resembled her sire with ebon pelts and massive statures. Their looks read cold and mischievous. They could not be trusted, she was old enough to see that now. And she was old enough to know she did not miss them. Their deaths had been taken hard while she was young, but they did nothing but make her weak and pathetic. Eyelids shut tight as she wished to squeeze their images away, only to open to find the one last equine that should have played a role in her past. The body was small and frail. Black as a raven with unique ivory markings carved over its bodice. This was her foal. The one she gave birth to, only for the sire, one of the last brutes she just saw, to kill it shortly after birth- along with all the others foals and then himself. She was beautiful and large. A large orb that was painted mostly ebon with a bright violet surrounding it. Rousselet never got far enough to name the foal and she did nothing when the sire chose to kill it. She didn’t know how to be a mother, she was still a child herself at the time. Looking at the foal more clearly in this reflection- Rousselet knew she would have grown to be strong. She was perfectly healthy and could have easily been a lethal weapon. The reflection seemed to stare at her for ages, Rousselet never moving- too worried to even breathe. She was not sad or angry or remorseful for what had happened; but she was simply enjoying something she had created. Something that could grow to cause destruction, and for that she was upset. While she wanted to cause her own destruction, she was upset her daughter would not grow to follow in her footsteps or to surpass her level of destruction and hate.
Finally the reflection fades away and her mind immediately goes to Pagan and what their foal might look like if they had one. What the fuck is your problem. You have never wanted a foal and have never even thought of brute in such a way. Her features twisted as she became angry with herself and her mind. Fore dagger splashed the reflection, causing it to distort the mirrored image. You’re fucking pathetic. Why can’t you just stop thinking about him? You know nothing about him yet you’re oddly obsessed. Her own blood boiled as she raised her voice at her reflection staring back. The splash she had caused had clearly not done any damage. He clearly thinks you’re weak, you saw that with the scenario with the foal. You did nothing to impress him there and he put no effort into following you as you walked away. Your encounters are brief and short and he is sure to find you boring but with a bad attitude. She continued to argue with herself, to put her reflection down. Besides, he probably likes the pretty girl type. The ones he can win over easily and take advantage of. The ones that fall head over hooves for his bad boy deamnour and the ones he can play rough with. Her features then grew devious, but he can play rough with me. The underlying meaning was a dangerous one, with a sultry tone now. He has no desire though! He’s shown no interest in your sorry ass, so get Pagan off your mind and get back to the logically thinking bitch you’re supposed to be.
Muscles coiled and released as her weight shifted and moved her with grace away from the water’s edge, only to stop dead in her tracks. She was not alone, and while she was thankful it was not Pagan that stood behind her, she was not sure if this one was any better. The eloquent leader dipped her dial towards Rousselet I doth apologize if I hath interrupted Ebon and ivory wench found herself irritated that the Queen had been listening silently. How long? How much did she hear? Rousselet said nothing, her own skull dropping a fraction of an inch in acknowledgement. She wondered if the Dark Queen was the type of woman that Pagan wanted. The Queen was unique and stunning, her build smaller but still fit. She was elegant and graceful. Rousselet had heard rumors of men falling for her left and right, was Pagan one? Suddenly she felt a sting of jealousy. Mind if I chime in on thy discussion with thyself about the herds debt collector? Again, the Queen spoke. Pagan was the debt collector for the royal herd, this much she had learned, but what did the Queen possibly have to say? Go ahead. her lyrics were curt and to the point, she was not being rude- but she most certainly was far from being friendly. The Queen didn’t seem to miss a beat with Rousselet’s lack of manners, she had been the Queen before- certainly was not the only sour peach for her to come across. When we did ask of ye and him to visit the Helkaer, Xerxes did expect pushback from him. No man of his caliber wants to be told that company will be joining him, they consider it an anchor weight. However, when mentioned we would be sending Rousselet from Amdusias Isles to accompany him on this journey, he was oddly at peace with the whole thing. Rousselet quirked an invisible brow towards the painted Queen as she continued to speak on. Thy King even made a comment that he had taken that much better than predicted. We, however, did not think much of it. Never crossed our minds that perhaps ye both fancy each other and already knew each other? The Queen seemed to ask of their relationship before they were sent to speak with the Helkaer, Rousselet was quick to chime in on all that the Queen had said. We met once before. It was a brief encounter- probably just caught him in a good mood. Twin audits flicked forward as the Queen seemed to hum as she pondered before speaking. Perhaps. It was evident Akroma didn’t believe what Rousselet had suggested, hell Rousselet wasn’t even sure what to think about all of this. Was Pagan really ok with the fact that she was asked to go with him to visit the Helkaer? Some part of this excited her. I can assign another task for the two of ye if ye so wish. Rousselet could feel the irritation within her growing again. No she snapped towards the Queen this is my life and I don’t need you trying to play matchmaker. I have no desire to be with him and if I think you are purposefully setting me up to do a bullshit task with him I will refuse and return back to the Isles. Her lyrics were icy and filled with irritation. She would not have the Queen indulging in her love life. Silence hung heavy between them before the Queen did dare to speak again. Very well. I doth believe ye two would make a fine pairing though. Almost cliché, is it not? Two equines so similar, so fitting for each other. As if destiny was perhaps bringing ye together. With this Rousselet let out a maniacal chortle. The Queen was fucking crazy. Destiny, really? The ebon and ivory wench had had enough. I know you certainly don’t believe in destiny when you have taken many to bed and your Kings refuse to sleep with you. How about the King now? You never spend any time together and you hardly stay in your chambers, which I presume are near his. Rousselet was quick to see the shock that crossed the Queen’s façade. Fix your own fucking relationship before you give advice. As if you’ve had a successful one to learn anything from. With that Rousselet lets her eighteen point three hand bodice move. She diverts away from the Queen in long, sweeping strides. Not bothering to look back and making it very clearly that this conversation was over. The Queen was perhaps just trying to be helpful- but Rousselet did not seek this help. She did not want help.
As she puts distance between herself and the Queen, it would seem as if on cue that the chimeric ebon and golden brute comes into view. Rousselet feels her breath catch in her throat as the urge to approach him becomes an overwhelming thought in her mind. It floods over her brain like gas smoke, no stopping from it and no running from it. Her path changes towards the monstrous beast, features remaining placid. Violet orbs with teal flecks rake over his twenty something hand frame. Greedily she devours him and the urge of wanting him does churn something deep within her. Salmon pink tongue breaks free as she licks her velveteen hungrily, her blood stained ivories now biting down on her bottom edge. Dial shook as frosted locks cascaded downward, trying to bring some sense back to her mind. As she neared him Rousselet fought to keep herself emotionless. She wanted to rub her bodice against his own, she wanted to tease him, to drag her enamels along him with a hungry desire- but that was not her. Could that ever be her? She did not try to approach him quietly, but she did come up behind him. He didn’t bother to turn to face her, but surely he was aware of her presence. She left just inches between them as her curvaceous bodice crawled alongside his own. Velvet maw became extended as she barely touched his well-muscled shoulder. He could decide if it was friendly or affectionate. Her mind exploded the moment she touched him. Nares taking in his musty cologne; it was something she could so easily become addicted to. She wanted to touch him more, to show him more; but she didn’t. Her bodice halted in line with his as her vision gazed out before her- not daring to look at his handsome features. We’ve been given another task. She said, lyrics almost sounding bored at the thought of being tasked to partner up with him again when in fact she wanted nothing more than their life to consist of destruction… together.
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Bonus Tiers:
7,000 points - Verbose Loquacity: Use higher grade level vocabulary terms properly throughout your post. (Example: Using "In her solitude" instead of "she was all alone". Words like voluptuous, incredulous, desolate, ect.)
15,000 points - You Talk too Much: Hit the 2,000 word count milestone.
20,000 points - Multiple Characters: More than one is featured throughout the entry. Cannot be minor dialogue/appearance, they must have a purpose and be as predominant as the other character(s). (* Scenarios may state using one character, but you may use multiples.)
4,000 points - Deep Thought: Your character ponders their reflection on a pool of water.
5,000 points - Madman: If your character verbally argues with themselves as a result of an internal struggle. Should be an actual dialogue, not just a few words or sentence.
9,000 points - Mama/Papa Bear: Have your character bring his/her foal(s) along! Can be stacked with Multiple Character bonus.
6,000 points - Bonus Go-Getter: Acquire 5+ Bonuses (not including word count).
extra thoughts; permission from Azzy to use Pagan.