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[Neon Fox :D]

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[atrb=background,http://i1096.photobucket.com/albums/g324/blackveilbrides_fox/halloweenbackground.jpg] I CANNOT SAVE YOU! Her tiny, onyx frame stood over the carcass of her mother, and she mourned. Tears spilled from her dark brown eyes as she looked over her mother's scarred body. Blood stained the black fae's pelt. Her body was limp as it lay still before her daughter. She was dead. She'd been murdered by the carnivorous beasts that stalked the forests, searching for new prey. However, this time, something was different. Instead of eating the horse, they'd merely killed her, then raced away. Halloween was sure they'd come back. Perhaps they'd gone to get the others of their pack to help drag the meal back to their territory, or maybe they were simply protecting their territory. Halloween wasn't sure, but now, she was afraid. Alone in the dark. Cold. Vulnerable. Helpless. Suddenly, her audits flicked back and her arabian bodice tensed. Her nostrils flared and she looked up, her systems flicking in all directions nervously, and twin pools straining against the dark. A low growl came from behind her, and immediately, Halloween whirled around, a nervous nicker escaping her onyx maw. Her harks pinned nervously and then, a howl ripped through the night. The filly surged forward, her black frame like a bullet in the night. Her arabian blood made her small and quick. I CAN'T EVEN SAVE MYSELF! Halloween was terrified, and her fear only grew as more and more howls ripped through the night, ringing a blood thirsty harmony to the moon that shown full above. It's silver laces danced upon the ground, and they seemed to lead the tiny filly to her destination, wherever that was. She was almost invisible in the midnight shadows. Her only giveaway was the tiny white star on her forehead that seemed liked a spotlight in the dark. It was bright white against the black, and bolted over the land. Any fool would assume that it was an apparition of some sort, others would know that it was something more precious than that. It didn't take long for the tiny vixen to find a mountain range. She stopped at the base of a upward path that made it's was up by coiling around the mountains. Small, loose rocks coated the pathway, and Halloween took a step back. Another howl stirred the night, and fear caused the filly to lurch forward. She climbed the dangerous path as a quick gallop. She could feel the temperature dropping rapidly, and the ground became more and more difficult to keep balanced on, especially at galloping speed, and for a filly as young as Halloween. It wasn't long before Halloween was walking, her entire body shaking from the cold, and aching from her hard run. Her dark brown eyes were filled with sadness as she traveled higher. She came to a small cave, obviously built to hide smaller beings. Halloween poked her head in nervously before she placed her front knees on the ground and squeezed inside the cave the best she could. It fit her perfectly. Her orbs looked underneath the crevice that had made her new home for the night. The moonlight shone in a blue hue, and provided a little light for the filly. She curled her head around her to that her muzzle was tucked under her hind legs, and she closed her eyes, aching for sleep. SO JUST SAVE YOURSELF! SONG CREDITS;; Save Yourself - Stabbing Westward TAGGED;; Open CHARACTERS;; Halloween

[Arwen]

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[atrb=width,300,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=040903] The last few weeks had admittedly been hard on the large mare. She'd lost contact with the only horses she'd ever known in these strange lands and even then she was still unsure of them. Wandering all alone, for weeks on end, never knowing what direction was home made her deeply miss her mother. Her mother, and the herd she had so easily left behind. And for what? For This? It was practicly enough to drive the normally optimistic mare insane. These were dangerous mountains that she now roamed. The scents and marks of the night stalkers were all around here. A lone night stalker wouldn't take on such a large, healthy equine but a pack just might. Sienna was so lost that she hardly remembered her last step, each direction seemingly an endless path. The spotted beauty was not hard to miss, especially in the pitch black of nights embrace. She moved with an eerie grace despite standing an impressive sixteen hands, the light feathering around her ivory daggers billowing softly. It was then that she caught the smell, and the horrifying howls of the night stalkers. The smell was un-familiar...sickly sweet yet tangy, like metal in ones mouth. It was unclear now why the smell made her want to bolt. Maybe she should have listened to her instincts, but her curious nature pushed her to get just a little closer. The thick brush tore at her delicate wavy threads uncomfortably. It was hard to tell where your feet were in this mess. Thats when she stumbled over something foreign. The stench was strong here, and she lowered her muzzle trying to see. Her dark orbs could just make the outline of an equine laying on the ground, laying very still. The mare whickered softly and nudged at the other to get up, but still the equine did not move. Sienna was still young, she did not yet fully understand death. A shrill howl rose a bit too close for comfort causing the mare to launch forwards. The Friesan mix ran blindly, ignoring the painful scrapes of rocks and branches against her pelt. For as draft like of a horse that she was, she was rather sure footed. The path she was on led to a steeper, narrower trail. She slowed, unsure. The night stalkers were somewhere far behind her, but there was no where else to go until dawns first rays illuminated the land. Slowly she made her way upwards. The trail leveled out a bit, though she was still weary. All the cracks and crevices were perfect hiding places for who knows what sorts of nasty creatures. She was too large to go upwards any further, and there was no going back for now. Hesitantly she pressed her rump against the rock wall and lowered her dial, slipping into a restless sleep. If something were to come along at least it couldn't sneak up behind. Word Count: 549 Other: Hope you don't mind I replied anyway, I had muse!

[Neon Fox :D]

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[atrb=background,http://i1096.photobucket.com/albums/g324/blackveilbrides_fox/halloweenbackground.jpg] I CANNOT SAVE YOU! The meadow danced in a warm brilliance. The sun shone, and it's golden rays licked greedily at the green foliage that stretched for the blue heavens. It was bliss. Pure bliss. This dream was heaven. It had to be. An onyx foal frolicked about, nickering and chasing after the butterflies whose wings practically glowed in an array of dancing colors. Her eyes were bright, and she smiled happily. She was peaceful. But, this was not her world. It was only the world she had known. The world she'd seen just before her mother's murder. However, the world was turning dark. All the colors dulled, and then, the trees were barren. There was only dirt and ash upon the grounds. The filly looked around, fear striking her heart. She heard something. A howl, tearing at the night. Greedy whispers swirled all around. Run... They urged. She heard a whinny and turned. Her mother, in her beautiful black pelt trotted up, smiling. Content. Halloween ran for the mare, but lightning struck the earth between them. Then, the earth cracked, and began to shift apart. Halloween cried for her mother to jump to crevice to her before it could get to wide, but her mother simply stood, beautiful as an angel and watched her filly drift away. Wolves surrounded the fae, and still she did not move. They jumped at her, clawing and biting, tearing flesh. Halloween cried louder for her mother. The mare stood still as stone. Halloween cried out again. Her mother, now bloody and torn, vanished, and then, everything grew still. A hungry howl rose from the depressed wolf's throat, and Halloween stood, frozen in all her terror, then another soft wicker, and the sound of loose rocks shifting. Halloween turned, to stare into the eyes of her undead mother. I CAN'T EVEN SAVE MYSELF! Halloween's eyes fluttered open and she cried out in terror. SHe looked around, breathing heavy and pressed herself deeper into the cave. She shivered at the cold and then, something came to her as wind blew into her hiding place. A sweet scent. Unfamiliar. Not predator, but prey. A female. Halloween poked her charcoal muzzle out of her refuge and looked around with perked systems. She then crawled from her hiding place and made her way back down the mountain path, stumbling, and falling to one knee. She stood, carefully, and placed her hooves precisely. The loose rocks shifted under her tiny weight, causing her to slide for a moment before she regained her balance. She then poked her head around the bend, checking. It wasn't hard to spoke the femmora. She had a white pelt, sprinkled with black spots. A large dove, she was. Halloween nickered lightly, peeking around just enough that only half the diamond on her forehead was visible around the bend. She took one more cautious step forward and kept her dark brown seekers locked on this new equine. Maybe this mare was nice. Perhaps she could help the poor filly. Maybe she would. It was odd for a filly to be out this time of night. Alone, and up in the mountains where it was dangerous. However, a new smell came as Halloween took yet another step. Her mother's. This mare had seen the slaughtered carcass. Halloween was sure of it. She took a step back, and horror filled pain masked her dished face. She nickered sadly. If anything, Halloween resembled her mother, right down to the eyes. She took another step back, hid around the bend now. She was afraid. What would this mare think? Maybe she wouldn't care. Maybe she was a cruel as the predators, even though she was the prey in the food chain. Even still, Halloween was holding on to that little spark of hope that had built inside of her bodice. SO JUST SAVE YOURSELF! SONG CREDITS;; Save Yourself - Stabbing Westward TAGGED;; Open CHARACTERS;; Halloween

[Arwen]

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[atrb=width,300,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=040903] The slightest stirring of rocks made the mare jump and twitch. Oh how she longed for gentle rolling hills rich with green grass. The mountain range was cold and unforgiving. A slight mistake in ones footing or judgement and it could lead to a possible injury...or worse as some were unfortunate enough to discover. Like the equine further down, she thought. It was enough to keep her senses on high alert. She wasn't exactly asleep, nor was she awake. Somewhere in between was the faes mind. Suddenly, Black Snows offer to join his harem of equines sounded like a perfect paradise. That stallion had a sinister aura behind his honeyed words and soothing touches. Then again who was she to judge? No matter how evil the horse...there was always a soft spot. There was always a little spot in them that was different. A soft nicker jerked her thoughts back into present. Sienna lifted her crown, warm orbs searching the cold night for any sign of life. It was too dark to really see well, but no one appeared to be around. Had it just been a dream, or maybe a trick of the lady nocturnal? Maybe it was habit or the work of forces unseen but the mare answered the questionable noise with a quiet whinny. It was difficult to tell where the noise had come from, let alone who. Sienna moved slightly skittering as the loose rocks shifted beneath her daggers. Perked ears swiveled around like mini radars, secretly hoping for the slightest sound that she wasn't alone.

[Neon Fox :D]

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[atrb=background,http://i1096.photobucket.com/albums/g324/blackveilbrides_fox/halloweenbackground.jpg] I CANNOT SAVE YOU! She heard the equine shuffle, though she never came around the bend. Halloween didn't move for what seemed to be several minutes. She simply listened. She carefully poked her head around the bend again, nickering lightly as she did so. She took a step forward, revealing half of her tiny frame. Her dark eyes watched the mare with utmost curiosity. She seemed afraid, and Halloween had to wonder what she was afraid of. She was large. Definitely a draft breed, or a mix of the sort. Draft's were powerful from birth. With the right exercise, they were almost invincible against predators and other equines. Or at least, that's what Halloween thought. She'd only watched an arabian's display of strength, and even that was magnificent. Halloween revealed herself completely now, though she stood frozen before the peppered dove. "Hello?" Halloween asked in a small, quiet voice. Her dark eyes were bright, and her voice quivered from the cold winds, fear, and misery. She remembered her mother speaking of Gods that watched over them when they were needed. What kind of God would take a mother from a foal? What kind of God would leave a helpless life defenseless? Were Gods heartless? Or did they even exist. Halloween wasn't sure anymore. I CAN'T EVEN SAVE MYSELF! Halloween took a step closer, speaking in a small voice once more. "Miss?" She cooed. Fear caused her to take another step closer. She wanted to feel warmth. Safety. She didn't want to feel alone. The faint scent of her mother carried on the wind and Halloween looked down, a nicker of sadness escaping her tiny maw. The diamond on her forehead stood out like a spotlight in the night. It made her noticeable. However, this mare before her seemed to glow. Her coat was more white than anything. Pure white. Lovely. It was bright against the dark background. The speckles of black were even easily visible against the snow colored hairs. A fierce wind blew around Halloween and she began to shake. A harder gust forced past, knocking Halloween off balance. She fell to one knee and struggled to regain her balance. She kept her eyes down, though she could see the hooves of this horse, in case she decided to step near. However, Halloween wasn't sure which she feared more. Death, or abandonment. Then again, what did she have left to fear? She watched the slaughter of her mother, ran blindly though the dark, and now, she was alone. Maybe Gods were watching her. Maybe they wanted her to survive, but in order for that to be possible, her mother had to die. But, then again, where there even Gods? Halloween was young, and she didn't know what to believe anymore. Only time would tell how she would turn out. How she would develop. It was a game of chance, that was for sure. It also depended on where it when from here. Would this mare help or would she leave? If she left, would Halloween survive? If Halloween survived, would she turn stone hearted and cruel, or would she keep her shy, quiet nature? It was a chain reaction of events that unfolded upon the choices one made. Halloween was no except to this chain. There was never an exception to the chain. The starting question was, was this mare going to help her? SO JUST SAVE YOURSELF! SONG CREDITS;; Save Yourself - Stabbing Westward TAGGED;; Open CHARACTERS;; Halloween

[Arwen]

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[atrb=width,300,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=040903] A few desperate moments of silence met the faes ears as her hopes began to fade back. It was with extreme surprise and glee that a small movement caught her attention, as well as a responding nicker. It was tentative and slow, but just enough. A very small, delicate face peered at her from around a bend in the trail further up. It was a foal! What in the world was a foal doing out in the cold night especially in these parts of the land? A sickening feeling clenched my lower stomach as I took in the equines appearance. The foals scent was stained female. She was a spitting image of the mangled corpse so far down the mountain, a small white marking on her forehead while the rest of her tiny bodice was colored onyx. It was nothing short of a miracle that the night stalkers hadn't found her, or rather gone after her instead of the full grown mother. Her dainty features suggested a creature of noble blood, such as the Arabian. It was a far cry from her own heavy set frame. There was no one else around, and Sienna was too kind hearted to consider leaving the young creature to fend for herself on this dark night. "Your alright now hun." The mares voice was soft yet strong, and flowed nicely past ones harks. She wouldn't ask the question she already knew the answer to, no sense putting salt in fresh wounds. "Whats your name little one? You can call me Sienna if you'd like." The mare maneuvered herself so that if the filly chose Sienna would prove as a sort of wind block from the high power gusts that wreaked havoc at high elevations.

[Neon Fox :D]

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[atrb=background,http://i1096.photobucket.com/albums/g324/blackveilbrides_fox/halloweenbackground.jpg] I CANNOT SAVE YOU! Surely now it would seem that the Gods had a twisted sense of humor. Here, in a matter of an hour, they'd not only taken her mother away, but they'd also given her something. A friend, perhaps. A foster mother even. Simply someone to watch over her. Keep her safe as she grew. Halloween heard the mare speak in a voice so gentle, it almost sang with the wind. She pricked her harks forward and listened, but did not respond. A few minutes passed, and the spotted dove spoke again, asking the filly's calling. Halloween looked at her with her dark brown eyes, and listened for another moment. Sienna. That was this mare's name. It was a lovely name, and it seemed to fit so far. Halloween looked at the dark sky. The night was still young, and Halloween ached for morning to be upon the duet. I CAN'T EVEN SAVE MYSELF! It was a long, long moment before Halloween decided to answer. Her voice was high pitched and small. She was obviously young. If her bodice didn't give it away, her voice definitely did. "I'm Halloween, Miss." She said softly, keeping her eyes locked on the ground. She felt the need to be as polite as possible. An equine had never dared to hurt her mother so long as she was kind. Even brutes went about their way when Halloween's mother said a few kind words, even in spite of the cruel things they said. Halloween struggled to remember everything her mom said. "Keep your eyes down. They won't think you're threatening them that way. Make eye contact every now and again though, that way they know you aren't planning anything either. Stallions are to be referred to as 'Lord' or 'Sir.' Mares are 'Madam', 'Miss', or 'Ma'am.' Keep your voice soft, and your body relaxed. Don't retaliate with cruel words. Make them feel good about themselves, and normally, they'll leave you alone." A tear slipped down Halloween's cheek and she suddenly felt warmth wash over her. She looked up at the mare to see that the vixen was blocking the wind from her tiny bodice. She smiled and took a step closer. "Why did you come up here, Miss?" Halloween asked, suddenly curious. SO JUST SAVE YOURSELF! SONG CREDITS;; Save Yourself - Stabbing Westward TAGGED;; Open CHARACTERS;; Halloween