The star child’s light had faded – flickering violently like a candle in the wind. Her emerald green eyes had dulled into unpolished rocks while her chocolate coat seemed a gnarled mess of tangles and general unkemptness. What used to be such life and happiness in the star child had long since been drowned out with a hollow pit of melancholy and unconsciousness. She had truly become uncaring, even unaware, of what lay outside herself. First in the toppling blocks was her hurtful and betraying experience with Barret. Someone who she had trusted and who had easily taken advantage of the naïve little girl she still truly was. Of course, she could never hold any resentment for her only child, Zabini. The star child wasn’t really capable of even despising Barret for his actions. She had carried on in the only way she knew how – facing the world with a continuous vibrancy that so characterized Noellen. But then Drow had abandoned her. The charming silver-black boy who had so effortlessly ensnared her heart; a heart which had hurt so much from watching his self-inflicted wounds and grievous anger. The star child had realized then that she loved him truly. But it was never to be. He loved others more than he could ever love her. And Noellen continued to shelter these feelings of unrequited love and abandonment. And dear Lyric. An even deeper cut in her already damaged soul. The star child was thin and ragged and honestly didn’t even register the swiftly falling temperatures of the season. Her head remained low and her body hunkered slightly as she traversed the familiar paths of the meadow where she had been raised. Her destination was the large willow tree where Chaie had often taken her to rest for the night. It was home. It was the only thing that remained unmoving and stable in her life now. and we'll start a fire, and we'll shut it down, spacespace'til the love runs out, 'til the love runs out |
COTY
Assailant -- Year 226
QOTY
"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
'til the love runs out; khaos
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Bloody hell. His track record has been terrible so far. Despite having approached a total of four mares, he hasn’t managed to convince anyone to join him in his herdland. It’s pitiful. Why has no one fallen to his charms? He knows that all four of them couldn’t have seen through him - he’s good at pretending to be what he’s not. What is it that he’s lacking? It’s frustrating him - he’s never been unsuccessful with anything before. And it’s making him angry. He stalks into the meadow with a scowl on his face, glaring down the few stallions that dare to glance in his direction. He’s in the mood to pick a fight, though no one seems tempted to take him up on the offer. He’s considering starting something himself, when a pretty looking silver dapple mare catches his eye. She’s alone, but the look on her face tells him that she’s upset about something. Perfect. He always loves them when they’re vulnerable. He plasters his best concerned look on his face, then makes his approach, stopping what he believes is a respectful distance away. He clears his throat quietly - she seems deep in thought, and he doesn’t want to startle her too much. “Hello there miss, are you quite alright?” He fakes a tentative smile - it seems the appropriate expression. “I don’t mean to intrude. It’s just that, well, you seem to look quite upset about something.” He takes a step forward, but no further. He doesn’t want to scare her off - some can find his appearance (17 hands of shining iron) a little alarming. And he doesn't want her to realize what he really is until it's far too late. K H A O S iron son of carnage and oswyn hell is empty and all the devils are here Reference here
06-04-2015, 12:29 AM
06-08-2015, 03:05 AM
She looks up at his approach, eyes full of a hope that dies the moment she sees him. Clearly she had been hoping for someone else, someone she knows. But he will simply have to suffice in the meantime. She stares at him blankly as he asks after her wellbeing, and internally he begins to grin. The single word that slips from her mouth, in a voice that has clearly been used little only serves to support his suspicion. This little beauty is not entirely there. Hopefully it will make her an easy target. He feigns concern, softening his voice and leaning forward so that he can better meet her in the eyes. “Yes. You look like, well … you look like you’ve been through a lot. Like you need a friend.” He reaches out to her with his muzzle, in what he hopes is a comforting manner. His iron eyes stay peeled for any sign of weakening to his charms. “I know this might sound a little presumptuous of me, especially since we’ve just met but, do you need a place to stay? To rest?” He feigns embarrassment, dropping his eyes and looking at the ground. The perfect picture of a kind, caring, but socially awkward stallion. “I only ask because, well, I’ve been staying in a beautiful little herd land called Silver Cove. It’s quite pretty, and very quiet and out of the way. It would be a good place to get away from things, if you wanted. We could share it while you recover.” He lets his eyes rise back to hers and inserts a hopeful tone in his voice. “I just want to make sure you’re ok.” He brings his little charade to a close with, “oh goodness, I’m sorry. I didn’t even introduce myself. I’m Khaos by the way. What’s your name?” K H A O S iron son of carnage and oswyn hell is empty and all the devils are here Reference here
06-19-2015, 02:40 AM
06-24-2015, 01:10 AM
Oh such a lovely broken thing. She’s barely present, fragile - a delicate beauty lying unprotected. She is reviving though somewhat - a good sign in his mind. It means that she has some small amount of hidden strength. It means that it will be all the more fun to make her trust him … and then crush her. He will draw her in with his kind and caring facade, and then when he has her back in the Cove he will pounce. Of course, he needs to build that trust first. “I’m sorry to hear that.” He is too. Depending on how she lost the friend, it might make it more difficult for her to trust. But Ghoest had been mistrusting too and look where she is now. “I can be a friend though. Only if you want me too of course.” A perfect combination of caring and timidity. She doesn't pull away when he touches her and, taking it as a positive sign, he extends the touch a moment longer. Not too long mind, he doesn’t want to give the impression of being a lecher. But then she breaks. She collapses and buries herself in his iron shoulder. He has her. As she leans into him, he draws his neck and head across her back in a comforting, but tentative gesture. And he doesn’t miss the tiny note of hope in her voice after he mentions a home. “Yes, a home. You can stay as long as you like.” Once he gets her there he won’t let her leave of course, but he’s not going to tell her that now. “There are a few other mares that live with me there. Killgore, Ghoest and Branka. They’d like you. I know they would. And I think you might like them.” He puts a tentative smile on his face, though he knows she can’t see it. It’s good to stay in character after all. K H A O S iron son of carnage and oswyn hell is empty and all the devils are here Reference here
06-28-2015, 01:22 AM
07-03-2015, 01:43 PM
God this is almost too easy. She perks up quickly at the thought of a friend, and he lets his tentative smile become hopeful. It could be that she will find friends in Silver Cove, though not the friends she thinks. Killgore would be more likely to toy with her, Branka to simply ignore her, Ghoest though … maybe they could bond over their shared misery. After all, with any luck they could both be producing his children in the upcoming season. The little brats can play together. “Of course you can!” He lets his smile widen into a grin. “I think you’ll like Silver Cove. The ocean is beautiful, and it keeps the weather mild. And there’s plenty of good grass in the hills, and fresh water in the stream.” He lets himself gush, like a giddy, nervous, self-conscious stallion. He can’t let the act drop now. Not yet. “I don’t want to seem pushy, but if you are willing to come, perhaps we should leave now?” Another nervous, tentative note enters his voice. Such an actor. “I really don’t want to rush you, but Silver Cove is pretty far away. It would be nice to get there before it gets too dark.” He takes a few steps in the direction of the Cove, and glances back hopefully to see if she’s following. He just can’t wait to get her home. K H A O S iron son of carnage and oswyn hell is empty and all the devils are here Reference here Hokay, since a good amount of time has passed, do you want me to just post him in Silver Cove trying to find her after she's given birth? (Also, if so, do you want it to be a force breed? Obviously Khaos is fine with either, but it'll affect the post ) | ||||||
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