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Was there a reason for him being right here? Most definitely, and his eyes took in the sights as well as his nose took in the scents that lingered. This place was slathered with the exsquisite scents of beautiful mares that teased just about every part of his body. How long had it been since he indulged in something beautiful and soft? He felt desires stronger than iron wrap around him just as he thought about it.
Raising his ivory and obsidian hued head, he came to a halt in the edge of the meadows, overlooking the rest. Autumn was closing in, coloring the trees in it's colours slowly but surely, birds making themselves ready for the long journey they were about to take, and other critters hurrying for winter. Many would have seen this as a beautiful scene, he on the other hand had no time for such views. He wanted, nay needed, a mares warm body against his own. A deep sound left him at the thought, before licking his lips hungrily.

In the distance he could see a few individuals moving, but it looked like mares with foals, and none of their scents tempted him. Letting those golden eyes continue their search for a warm body, he let the pale tresses of his tail brush over his hocks, weight shifting between his legs.
Eventually scenting something alluring and ever so tempting, he let out a low, husky sound, his chest almost vibrating. Finally.
His eyes now frequented the lands much more intently, searching for the source of that delicious smell, for the mare it belonged to, and intended to warp to his desires.

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Freedom felt strange, after so long being held captive by Hound and his rowdy crew of misfits. She had been kept secluded in a room. She would be given just enough food and water to keep her alive. She spent her days pacing the room from edge to edge, her hooves clattering on the stone floor. She had grown from a child to a woman in that room, all alone. She had tried to found the days as they passed, wondering if anyone would come to her rescue, but the number rose endlessly and eventually she had stopped counting. She had accepted that she was going to be locked up in that room, forgotten, forever. She would die there, rotting away upon the stone floor for bugs to pick clean, leaving only bone. There would be no telling who she was, not when she was just a pile of bones left.

Yet, here she was, prowling through Unclaimed Hearts. Still alone, yes, but with her freedom. She had filled out after her escape, aided by a demon of Hell - The Surgeon. Her grandfather. She had been surprised to see him there in that room, had half worried she was hallucinating like her mother always did, but he had been very real. Apparently, she had managed to escape just before the land itself was liberated. She did not know the full story, only that Hound was no longer the ruler of the Isle. She wondered if Kraken had returned home yet... if her mother had gone back, looking for her, and finding nothing. Wendy felt anger wash over her at the thought of her mother. She loved Abrasia dearly but... enough was enough. She needed to learn how to cope.

After all, Abrasia had literally left Wendy there in the Isle to die, saving herself. Wendy knew it had been the only way for her pathetic mother to escape. Wendy had been overpowered and subdued, dragged to her prison, and it was there where she had remained for several months. A child... now a woman. She had no formal battle training, holding more a lean build as opposed to drafty. Her build was lean and delicate, built for speed and agility, not for overpowering others. She was also tall, standing just over 18 hands, and her rose gray pelt was stunning. She was a beautiful young woman with green eyes that held many secrets and stories.

She wondered what her mother would think, should they see each other again. It was surely going to be quite an emotional encounter. Wendigo was changed from her months of captivity. She knew better now what it took to survive - and making sure she survived, meant cutting ties with her mother. Abrasia was a weak link. She was better off lost in her unreality. Walking forward, Wendy sighed softly and lowered her muzzle to lip gently at the tall strands of grass underfoot. She was not quite hungry, so used to be starved that hunger was hardly a thing she felt anymore, but she tried to graze throughout the day - otherwise, she would forget to eat entirely.


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Very excited for these two! Tagging A z z y for visibility, please let me know if I need to change anything since we never finished that thread with The Surgeon and Wendy (I would really still like to!).
2 years 10 months, early autumn, mid-day

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Laying golden eyes on a mare a distance away from him, like she had just came out from behind some trees or a high patch of grass, they glued onto her. The scent was making him ache painfully in his loins, so throwing his head slightly he decided to move towards her. Deciding on a trot he quickly closed the distance. For some reason the fact that she looked so innocent and lost just made it so much more desireable to get a taste of her.

Ever since he had come back to these lands with his brother in tow, searching for his sire and for more things to cause chaos upon, he had yet to really find the entertainment he had been searching for. This mare however, ticked so many boxes for how he liked to start his days, and he didn't really care if she would like the idea or not.
As he quickly came up to her, he slowed to a simple walk, eyes still fixed upon her, looking both charming and.. most likely, hungry. He had never been the best to hide his hunger for the opposite sex when he had gone this long without.
"Well well, such a pretty lass... What are you doing here alone?"
Up close he could finally breathe in her scent more closely, and as such he decide to walk around her in a loop, muscles tensed in case she would try to flee from him. There was no chance in hell that he would let go of such a pretty little flower. He was certain that she would feel just as sweet and warm as she looked.
"I'm a little bored... Care to take a walk with me and brighten my day?"

Deciding to stop the loop around her, he instead steered his steps so that he was next to her, finding them of equal height. His eyes had softened just a little, finding a little more control just so that he could try and snare her in with more than just fear.




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She became abruptly aware of not being alone. Had she been a dog, her hackles would have raised and her teeth would be bared as she growled in warning at the man approaching her. However, she was no canine. Instead, she raised her head slowly, no longer lipping at the tall grasses, and her green eyes focused on the brute as he came closer. He approached at a trot, a look in his eyes like he wanted to devour her. Wendigo gave a tight lipped grin, polite but clearly not trusting him at all just yet. She hoped she wasn't becoming paranoid, like her mother. Could captivity have triggering her own mental ailments? A muscle in her jaw twitched, shifting her weight from side to side, hoof to hoof, as the oddly marked black and white brute came closer, slowing to a walk. "Well well, such a pretty lass... What are you doing here alone?" Instantly, her ears pinned flat against her skull and she felt the adrenaline kick in. Was he going to hurt her? She wasn't much of a fighter, but if this guy thought that made her weak, well, he was going to learn real quick that Wendy was willing to do anything to survive.

Clearing her throat, preparing herself to speak - which was still an entirely new concept to her, considering she had been born mute - the youth responded, "Why do you think I'm alone?" She kept her tone as neutral as possible. It made it easier to remember how to properly speak when kept it from having too much emotion in her voice. As the words left her lips, the brute began to circle her and the rose gray maiden snorted softly, arching her neck and keeping as close an eye on him as she could. Was this made one of those stalking types, ready to do anything to get what he wanted from a woman? The bile churned in her stomach, but she stood still, allowing the circles around her to happen - for now, at least. "I'm a little bored... Care to take a walk with me and brighten my day?" As he asked the question, he stopped his circles and came to stand beside her. Wendy felt her skin crawl, but... maybe she was judging him too quickly.

"Alright, sure," she agreed to the walk, unable to help the slight narrowing of her eyes as she took a glance over at the man beside her. "Boredom is never any fun, especially when you're alone." Boy, didn't she know it. Boredom and isolation went hand in hand, unfortunately.


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She's sus but is afraid she's being paranoid xD poor girl
2 years 10 months, early autumn, mid-day

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Churning that control around himself, he allowed himself to look at her while she spoke, so paranoid at first. Not that he would blame her for that, but for now it wouldn't really help her case anyways, he was a man who liked to play games, and he was always ready to play them for however long that was needed to get what he wanted.
"Oh dearie, I just figure that you had to be. I see no hungry admirers following you around, and with your beauty I'm sure they would have liked to stick close if they were around."
His voice was deep but warm, sweet even, filled with concern and apparent awe for her beauty. A game he played, but a very, very good one, indistinguishable from the real deal. Even as he asked her to take a walk with him, he let himself appear more and more relaxed before he started his walk, hoping that she'd keep to her word and walk alongside him.

"Tell me about it. I walk around these lands alone for most of my time, and I just can't take talking with myself for a moment longer. Your company is most appreciated, love."
Silvertongued he was, every word so soft and alluring, relaxed like they weren't just strangers that had met a minute ago. His pearly and black coat were still glistening with health in the Autumn light, not yet having grown in the usual winter coat that he got in the colder months.
Turning head to take a better look at the young mare, seeing if she decided to follow him or not, to join him for this little walk, he let that smile show, that relaxed side of him. Whatever it would take to get what he wanted.
"My name is Helbane. Quite grotesque, I know. My brother received the better end of the names in my family. And what might yours be?"


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Wendy's greatest fear was becoming like her mother. Abrasia had not been a good mom. She was paranoid and skittish and Wendy had spent her childhood silently taking care of her mother. Having been unable to produce sounds, until her grandfather had rescued her and given her the miracle that healed her aphonia, Wendy had had to teach herself how to properly speak. Sometimes she still talked too loud but mostly, she was quiet. Soft spoken. She had spend her days in isolation watching out of a single window in the room she had been kept in. Watching the world pass her by as she rotted in her chambers, within her own home. She had never been physically abused, no, Hound had never hurt her, nor had any of his herd members, but the isolation from everything and everyone had probably done damage to her psyche. She had befriended the shadows, watching them dance across the walls as the sun made its way across the sky. Shadows and silence had been her only friends. She was not sure how to go about making friends, now that she was free and could speak. Sometimes she worried that Hound or one of his cronies would come looking for her, but last she'd heard, they had all been chased out of the Isle. Perhaps they were no longer in Wild Equines. Or perhaps they were. She could never know for sure, could she?

"Oh dearie, I just figure that you had to be. I see no hungry admirers following you around, and with your beauty I'm sure they would have liked to stick close if they were around." She stared at him with her emerald eyes, not believing a word he said. She did not think herself ugly, but for her to have hungry admirers seemed a little excessive. No one had ever really paid much attention to her looks. In fact, she rarely if ever spent time looking at her own reflection. There had been mirrors in the building within the Isle, and that was the last time she had truly looked at herself, but she had been just a child then. What would her reflection show now? A grown woman, or still that lanky looking filly who had wanted so much for a different life? Well, she'd gotten that life now - but at what cost? "Tell me about it. I walk around these lands alone for most of my time, and I just can't take talking with myself for a moment longer. Your company is most appreciated, love." What did he know of solitude? What did he know of isolation? Being able to walk around at his leisure, to drink and to eat at will. Wendy actually laughed, unable to help herself, a quiet little chuckle as she shook her head.

"You must be new here, then." It was a statement, not a question, as she was confident this man must be new to Wild Equines. She did not ask where he had come from. She did not exactly care. Even as he turned his head to smile at her, and she began to follow him through Unclaimed Hearts, she did not care. It seemed such a silly thing to care about, when she had her own issues to deal with. "My name is Helbane. Quite grotesque, I know. My brother received the better end of the names in my family. And what might yours be?" Did this brute just like to hear himself speak? He was very wordy. Though she supposed most equines weren't like her, who had gone the majority of their lives unable to utter any sound at all. She must stop judging him so quickly. She didn't want to end up like her mother. "Wendigo." Her introduction was short. She couldn't think of much else to say. Should she pretend to care about where he came from? Conversations were still new to her. She had spent her time just listening for so long, unable to partake in the flow of conversations, and now that she could she never knew what to say.


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2 years 10 months, early autumn, mid-day