I'm Not Listening! (Open!)

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[th][cs=3][rs=3][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500] [bg=000000] ~Ma' Knees Are Shaking Just Like a colts, Mister.~ The quivering mare with wide, clear eyes of soft amber strode onwards, her stilts trembling and wounds littering her soft cream hide. Maroon blood was dried over her canvas, scattered in random places, from hooves to rump and face. Sweat drenched her small amount of fur, and mud marked her vivaciously. A long, thick, ebony mane was tangled with brambles, as was her proudly arched tail. That tail seemed to be the only thing not withdrawn about the mares appearance. Little, Arabian ears were pricked with utmost attention as she glared softly around, whites of her tan eyes showing. Nostrils were flared, and she looked a picture, small, delicate hooves skittered about, sweat and blood fraying around all four fetlocks. Her heart was torn was she moved, where to go? Half of her wished for her to run home, return to the abuse and torment just for the sakes of loyalty, or continue to march on, bolting away at any sign of movement. Of course, since the day was cruel and windy, the mare was tripping over boulders, grazing her thin, Arabian legs, as she ran away from the slightest breeze induced shudder to shrubs. Perspiration had began to cover her creamy beige coat, sticking to her ebony mane, forming harassed dreadlocks of mud, brambles, and sweat. Wide dark amber eyes rolled, whites showing so the look of fear could not be dismissed lightly. Her small, petite build was even slighter with her travels, ribs poked out of her fifteen point one hand high frame, and the bruises and cuts seemed more prominent than normal. She stunk as bad as she looked, of moss, dust, blood, infection and salt. She kept away from water as much as possible, hardly daring to wash her red-stained stilts in fear of being uncovered. On her way she tried to keep to the shadows, brushing her body as close as she could to the walls, causing large gashes from rocks and trees unwilling to comfort her. Once along her journey, she came to a huge plain, and despite fatigue, galloped until she collapsed. Sides were heaving as she finally came to a rest, eyes darting everywhere. Her muzzle was high in the air, and her neck was arched dramatically. She would have been a gorgeous sight except for being so disgustingly filthy and tattered, enough to most likely repulse most equines. That was no trouble for her. A she continued to move, legs jolting harshly against the earth, tired and stubborn, but she continued, unable to stop in fear of being harassed. Teeth bared she felt the horrible surge as the madness grew, the dizziness overwhelming her. A horrified sigh purged from her black marked kissers and she bent over stomach heaving. Horses could not throw up, but she was damn close. All of a sudden ivory ringed eyes looked up, to see her daddy staring at her with hate. His lip curled like she was use to, and blood ran on his hooves. She glanced behind his magnificent figure to see the corpse of her mother lying on the floor. She chocked, knowing it wasn't real, her father had never harmed her mother, only her, but it still made the guilt surge. She breathed heavily before surging forwards, closing her eyes against the foul vision. Not real not real not real. Sniffing, she forced her sad body to trot against all odds, jerking and nearly falling with every movement. Panting, she galloped, stretching out her figure to get away, away. The guilt came now, guilt that she had left her mad mother and even more sick and cruel father. It was a choice no one would regret, after all, she had been beaten to near death on numerous occasions. Fi was sick to her head when she finally grazed past the rocks, rubbing her already torn canvas against them, and ended up near a pool. She lent down, in vain, only to collapse with her maw in the liquid, she drank hungrily, quenching her raging thirst, but her pools watching every movement. Every quiver of a leaf and she jerked onto her feet, tensed to run, before falling back down to drink more. Every so often she would glance up to meet the disappointed eyes of her mother and father. No, please god no. She snorted, finding her footing, and reared back, a shiver racing down her back. "No! Please Dadda, please Mumma, let me be! I'll come back.. I prom-" Then the visions were gone and she choked back the words in a hurry. So close to promising- It was if demons were forcing her against her will. Again the tiny figure shuddered, nose high in the air and tears rolling down her distressed cheeks. Shaking steadily, she turned to flee, horrified and enveloped with guilt. Something stopped her in her tracks. {{ Immerse yourself in me {action} "Hark, and allow my lyrics to flow into your ears." {speech} I am my own prison, closing the cell doors of my mind. {thought}}} Word Count | 825 Muse | 6/10 OOC | Hopefully will get better- A dragged out starter post. Had to get it over with! Have heaps of fun with her ;-) Credit to| Star from Unbridled for this <3

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[Arwen]

The previous days happenings echoed through my mind, nightmare after nightmare. I had ran until the pink girly reins had been snatched by a horrible creature, and practicly strangled myself trying to fight my way to freedom until the leather straps were wound tightly about my neck and skull. The lack of oxygen had caused for my mind to slip into unconsciousness.


The small girl babbled on to me happily, in the language of the two legged creatures. I didn't understand it yet I found it flattering. The skies were clouded over with thick purple puffs, and the wind tossed my banner like it was a feather. The larger gusts would cause my steady daggers to skitter in place, but the familiar pressure on the pink leather reins kept me sane. Eventually the rain began to sprinkle upon my chestnut coat lightly dappling it. I could sense my precious cargo's growing sense of fear, and it made me uneasy. What was she worried about? We always took this trail. The brightly colored Autumn leaves crunched beneath my daggers in a steady rhythm. It all happened so fast I could barely make sense of everything. A brilliant flash and a ear drum rupturing crack split the skies before us. Temporarily blinded and possessed by fear I reared up, lashing out at what I didn't understand. The second my front daggers made contact with the ground I shot forward with all my might. The terrified scream of my small rider echoed somewhere in the night. I ran. And ran. And ran despite the burning sensation of fatigue in my muscles. I stumbled, something caught me! I struggled and screamed, fought and lashed out yet the creatures grip never wavered. Blackness slowly seeped into all the corners of my mind.


The bright rays of the sun pierced my chocolate orbs and I looked bewildered at my predicament. The 'creature' who had attacked me the previous night was indeed...a tree. My skin was burning where the leather straps cut off blood flow. The reins were tangled about my legs as well, holding my head down. As far as I could tell I was the only one here. The saddle was now hanging upside down beneath my belly, and I could already feel the raw spots where the tack made contact with my skin while I ran.

I eventually got my rump in the air, though when I tried to stand up it only led to flopping back over onto my side. Eyes rolling back in my head I struggled to stay calm. Surprise jolted me to reality as I saw a rather rugged looking horse rampage to the watering hole a slight distance away. The horses scent was rather...un-pleasant but whoever it was, was female.

I watched as best as I could from the awkward position I was stuck in. She seemed...emtionally unstable and flighty. Each noise provoked a strong reaction from the mare. Her coat was bloody and dirty, it was hard to tell what color she was originally. The equines threads were also matted and tangled. My earlier suspicions were confused when she reared up, screaming out at...her parents? From my place I couldn't see quite what was going on.

It took me a few moments to realize she had now noticed my presence. It was a strange sight, a large draft like stallion bound by pink straps like a prisoner to the large decaying tree. I grunted softly, struggling to see her fully. "Help..." Was this a wild horse? I had always wondered about their way of life...though from the looks of her it was unpleasant.

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[th][cs=3][rs=3][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500] [bg=000000] ~Ma' Knees Are Shaking Just Like a colts, Mister.~ The daring bodice of her Mumma dashed again before her eyes, and she skittered backwards, wincing as the Perlino confronted her with a hiss. In an instance, the bay beauty of her father appeared by her dam, his ears flat back on his skull. You betrayed us... His voice was a solemn croak, and flies began to swarm on their bodies, covering beautiful pelts with black, the sound buzzing in her ears, she screamed, darting back further and shuddering with convulsions as her parents died before her eyes. Their screams, moans, and yells as their flesh ripped off the bones, leaving a pile of- sticks. She gagged, head reeling, as she collapsed to the earth, twitching. However, she jerked up, thin, dainty stilts perched and ready to heave the thin body to escape. Trellafi was foal like in appearance- tiny frame, long legs, huge eyes, but far more coordinated and beautiful. But of course, the mare thought herself hideous, why else would she lead such a damned life? Her teeth juddered in her black marked mouth, grinding together as she froze. Either to run, slowly with a limp she had caused, or stay absolutely still, hoping that whoever thought to keep her company wouldn't notice her, or better, leave at the sight of her disgusting, twisted face? She collapsed, holding her breath and hoping for the creature to leave. Her body felt frozen with fear, and her matted mane and tail made an uncomfortable mattress beneath her, twigs and brambles brushing against her. A gasp as her head jerked up into the air, seemingly unwillingly, as she caught sight of the creature who had bothered to pull her out of her nightmares. Beautiful big amber eyes narrowed at the sight of something rather ridiculous, and if she was not scared, out of her mind, and unstable, she could have laughed. "Help..." The brutes voice rang out, and knowing she had been seen, she began to laugh hysterically, her limbs twisted beneath her flithied pelt. The vixen needed a wash, but hated the thought of being so readily seen. Getting up on wobbly legs, the petite mare fought with herself, finding the nearest tree and pressing herself to it harshly, unwilling to be in the open. Her breath came in gasps, and she continued to giggle in an insane way, but she was sobbing with it. "Help." Her words echoed his, and a giant tremor ran through her tiny body. In one of her sane, but slightly odd moments, she called out in her high, girly, sweet lyrics, her words almost a song as she tried to keep hidden. " I must look a frightful mess, aye honey?" Pearly teeth ripped at her lip, drawing blood as she struggled to compose herself. Knees quaking, she gradually made her way out, still in the shade of the tree, but enough to be seen and see her enemy. Everyone was the mares enemy, trees, rocks, other horses... Tears filled her giant eyes, and her little ears flickered to lay themselves warily on the back of her neck. The stags timid words approached her less flighty nature, but she was still scared out her her mind, darting forwards a few steps before slinking back one or two, the whites of her eyes showing. He was huge, a solidly built stallions that stood miles over the thin, short fourteen hand mare. All her Arabian made it hard for her to put condition on, and being so terrified, eating wasn't on Trellafi's to do list. Ribs protruded lightly, but she was well muscled from living such a harsh life. Once again her orangey eyes past over the brute, taking in his flawless red gold pelt, lighter mane, and kind, gentle face. She wasn't sure what to think at the sight of the tangled pink contraption that roped itself over his stocky legs- he was trapped, but that mean't nothing. He could still be dangerous. Taking a deep, shaky breath, she crept forwards at a canter, blindly rushing at him with her delicate head in the air as she tried to fight the urge to run away, far, far away. She needed company, and would be naturally sociable and loving, apart from her madness and history. She came a foot from him, shying gently away from the unaccustomed breath of another, and the warmth the huge brutes body gave off. Trellafi, despite all, had a mothers nature deep within her. Teeth bared, she grappled at the pink rope, not sure what to do, but tugged. She waited for him to do something, but continued to pull with her meagre strength, baking away. The thing, which she immediately distrusted, hung onto the stallions mouth, so she took a step forwards and gnawed at a strap with pale teeth. When she thought she had freed him, she jerked back, fleeing, only to see the black thing that hung on his back. Where had he been? Her mouth hang in horror, but with her fears reinforced about strange things, she couldn't move and was nailed in place, watching the brute with a careful look, twins pricked, a statue of muscle as she wondered if she should gallop from him. {{ Immerse yourself in me {action} "Hark, and allow my lyrics to flow into your ears." {speech} I am my own prison, closing the cell doors of my mind. {thought}}} Word Count | 885 Muse | I LURVE HER OOC | Some fun she is- i read his bio and i think apart from her being crazy and everything, they would get along haha Credit to| Star from Unbridled for this <3

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[Arwen]

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[atrb=width,300,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=070101] A slow, sickening realization spread through my mind as I realized something. Aside from us two, were were utterly and completely alone. She was undoubtedly insane and I was undoubtedly helpless in my current position. If she so chose she could strike out at me with her little dagger like hooves until crimson ran freely. And for a moment the mimicking sound in her voice made me wonder if she'd do it just to watch. Just to take her pain out. Pain. She is in pain. The thought took me by surprise. She wasn't naturally insane, something had happened. I had learned over the years that bad things happened to some, and to some they couldn't overcome it. And then there were those that had a unique way of dealing with the pain. I must look a frightful mess, aye honey? Well yes, she looked absolutely terrible but my better sense of judgement said that'd be a foolish thing to say, not to mention rude. I chose my next words carefully, her sweet yet frantic lyrics still ringing in my ears. It was obvious from her jerky gait and fearful look she fought with her own mind to move. "If you got cleaned up a lil you'd be beautiful.." With a pause, I added hesitantly, "Its not the outside that matters, but the inner beauty." It didn't make sense even to me, yet at the same time it portrayed what I had meant. I fought back the urge to cringe back as she came closer. I was careful to remain completely still, for fear of scaring her away. I watched her careful not to make too much eye contact, afraid if I stared at her too long she'd simply vanish into a figment of my imagination. She began tugging at the straps of the rein and I forced myself not to groan. Black appeared at the edges of my vision and I recognized the signs of the black silence creeping into my mind again. Then as suddenly as it all began the painful pressure against my face was gone with a light snap sound. The mare had gnawed through one of the straps that fixed the reins to my face. I fell completely to my side, the relief from the awkward position being freed was unbelievable. I simply laid there for a few moments, un-moving. I opened my maw relieved when the cold bit of metal slipped to the ground, along with the awful straps. I slowly began to get to me feet stopping with my rump in the air and standing on my knees. I turned my crown to look at the mare who had ran to what she deemed a safe distance. Her expression was one of horror as she watched me with careful eyes. Ashamed I turned away. I got to my feet, quivering, my knees threatening to give way. The saddle hung underneath my barrel and with a gentle determination I kicked at it. I felt fear grip at my mind, its long fingers probing as the saddle remained its grip. I craned my head around my pearly whites yanking at the leather strap. With a snap the thing came loose, and in the same moment I bolted forward a few steps. I stood, glancing over myself in disbelief. I was free from the nasty leather straps and restraint. I practicly glared at the saddle from my safe distance away. My crown turned to the mare. She had saved me, I owed her that much. I didn't step towards her, I didn't want her to run. I lowered my head to make myself hopefully look less threatening. My words, barely above a murmur. "Thank you..You saved me" I was urged to ask why, but I held my tongue. Word Count:700 something Muse:Pretty Good Other: