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Post by leavingneverland on Feb 7, 2015 16:41:51 GMT -5
Where Would I Be Without You?A NOT SO CASUAL MEETING BETWEEN LOTUS AND ABEL
Lotus [ BACHELOR MARE || 19 YEARS || 15.2 HH ]
------------------------------------------------------------------ Lotus rubbed her head against her leg, trying to get at that irritating itch that had been pestering her these past few minutes. Her thick forelock flopped unbecomingly over her mangled eye, and she threatened it with cutting for the thousandth time. It didn't care really; if she'd meant it, it would have happened by now. She let out a sigh, a strange mixture of sorrow and irritation, and glanced around at the meadow she'd been forced to call home. It was beautiful -- giant spaces of the greenest grass splattered with all colours of wildflowers -- but it would never be the safe, secure place it wanted to be. Not as long as it was under Bachelor rule. The horses flecked over the hillside kept their distance, each trying to avoid everyone else. The mares always on alert, the stallions always looking for something that no one wanted to give. She did not have a high opinion of stallions these days, not since her father's betrayal, and the embarrassing taking of her flower. She shuddered every time she thought about it. How could she have agreed to something so demeaning? She felt horrible, dirty, like at that moment, the moment she'd stopped fighting, she'd been transformed from a strong mare into an inanimate object. She was helpless, broken, exhausted. And she'd never let it happen again. Her ears flicked backwards as a black stallion caught her eye. They flattened dangerously against her scull, her eyes narrowing in a hard, threatening glare, daring him to come over and talk about what he must have on his mind. Instead he turned away and went back to his grazing, trotted over to a few of his friends, and laughed. She couldn't help thinking they were laughing at her. They probably weren't, but it seemed like they were. A mare standing a few paces off caught her eye briefly, and looked away. "Men, am I right?" she asked, trying to dismiss the anger boiling deep down in her chest with a roll of her eyes. "Only want one thing." The mare didn't answer. She turned away, trotted off and took up her solitary graze elsewhere. "Good chat! Glad we had this talk!" Lotus called after her, sarcasm dripping from her sweet little voice. "I know I can always count on you, random citizen, to brighten my day." |
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Post by katha88 on Feb 8, 2015 9:19:10 GMT -5
OOC (I am not sure how you think about it, but I would say we place this before the war? So it would have been in Spring, so a whole year after the ceremony...)
As Abel watched the grey mare with the white appaloosa markings on her back, he sighed. He couldn't get over her and her refusal. Of course, he had his intentions that day a year ago at the ceremony, but he also had heard of other stallions who had chosen her, probably would have claimed her and what else they would have done. He had tried so hard to convince her of his good intentions, but he also understood her broken heart. He would have loved to get to know her better before, taking her to a quiet place, if she liked him, bonding with her.
Lotus.
She was beautiful, with the perfect character, strong willed and she didn't belong in the Bachelor herd and made it clear to everyone. How could he change her mind, he had tried to talk to her, he had kept an eye on her and made sure no other stallion would get too close. He probably hadn't even noticed it. She was bitter, about many things Abel didn't even know about. He decided to try again, one day she would talk to him without just blaiming and hate. He could offer her to claim her again, so she would be free of the other stallions grip.
He trottet towards her, almost soundless his hooves brushed the grass. He had trained himself to be as silent as possible, while he moved. He was working on his stealth abilities. Usually Abel was a bubbly and flirty guy, always a cunning line on his lips, but not so when he was around Lotus. She hated it, just like she hated him. Abel settled for soothing words, being modest and gentle.
"Hello beautiful Lotus." He greeted her with respectable distance between them, he had seen her back hooves flying for more than just one time. "How do you feel today?" He smiled at her.
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Post by leavingneverland on Feb 9, 2015 2:34:57 GMT -5
Lotus [ BACHELOR MARE || 19 YEARS || 15.2 HH ]
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(( I agree! Then there isn't the added pressure of the war in the background. They can just hang out and be their good ol' amazing selves xD ))
Lotus turned away from the unfriendly mare, choosing instead to occupy her time by staring up at the sky. It was painful how little their was to do here. All her life, she'd grown up on the road, migrating from place to place, never bunking down in one spot too long. Just her and her little family. Her treacherous son-of-a-betch family. She was used to the freedom of travel, to changing landscapes and the possibility of adventure around every boulder. Now, almost two years from the moment of her abduction, she still hadn't gotten used to the Bachelor's stagnant lifestyle. Well, the Bachelor mares' lifestyle. She couldn't go for a drinkwithout ten pairs of masculine eyes on her, making sure she didn't try anything which might alert the other ladies to the fact that they all had brains/.
The sky though; when she looked up at the clouds, ignored the rolling greenery bellow them, she could imagine herself anywhere. Desert, forest, mountain range -- it didn't matter to the sky. It, at least, was the same no matter where you went.
The sound of hooves patting against the soft grass dragged her grudgingly out of her daytime reverie. She squeezed her eyes shut for only a moment, grounding herself, bringing herself back to the less than ideal present, and turned to face the approaching patter with a forced smile.
The smile wiped itself off as soon as her good eye found the coppery figure in front of her. Instead, she let out an irritated huff through her nostrils, her eyes narrowing into an accusatory glare. "Oh," she said. "It's you. What do you want?" she asked stiffly, ignoring his flattery. A year later, and looking at him still brought a sour taste to her mouth.
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Post by katha88 on Apr 28, 2015 4:27:47 GMT -5
Abels friendly peaked ears, flapped back in submission and surprise. He knew that she didn’t like him, but somehow it still hurt in his chest. But who could blame her, he had to make the best out of the situation they were into now.
He slowly circled around her, swishing his tail softly around his flanks, one ear pointed towards Lotus. He lowered his head a bit and plucked some grass blades before he looked at her again. „Well, I just wanted to look after you and see how you are doing. If anyone is pestering you, if everyone is friendly to you.“ He smiled warmly at her, watching her expression.
Abel was not really sure if he had enjoyed the day of his 17th year ceremony, he joined the infantry and almost got his nostril bitten off. The start had been very exciting, even the bite wasn’t that bad, Lotus was a heavy challenge to him but at least in the end she agreed that there was no way around. Abel would mount her and so he did. The result was an angry and frustrated Lotus, Abel got what he wanted. The Bachelor stallions respected him, at least a bit, but Lotus’ feelings were hurt and her will got broken that day. Abel claimed her that day, after Klaus agreed to it and Lotus was never touched by another stallion. Even Abel wouldn’t come close to her, he watched her and the other stallions around them and made sure she was at least left alone.
And now, it was spring again - time to breed and Lotus was unclaimed.
He wanted to spare her the deed, if Cain would allow him to claim her, she would be safe this year as well.
Abel hesitated, „… has anyone tried to claim you yet?“ He knew how stupid the question was and that Lotus might misinterpret it, he had no sexual intentions in his question, but how could Lotus know. She didn’t even know Abel and didn’t know what was going on inside him. He might just appear as any other stallion in the herd.
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Post by leavingneverland on May 4, 2015 6:43:59 GMT -5
His ears flicked back in alarm, and a wave of contented warmth flooded her. Good to know she'd left a mark. She liked that she had power over him, no matter how small it may be. It was better than nothing.
His words floated in one ear and out the other, the words registering about as much as the zip and buzz of a fly. She subconsciously glanced over her shoulder at the mare who'd rejected her. "Oh yeah, all good. 'Peachy keen, jelly bean.' It's like being thrown into a pit of puppies all dying to lick my hooves," she told him airily, letting her singsong voice float away on the wind -- all the sarcasm seeping out through the glare in her eyes. "Back to my question: what d'you want?"
His hesitation sent a nervous twang down her spine and crawling up her neck. She had a bad feeling about this. She bit back the feeling and shoved it down. She refused to let him get under her skin --
And yet, he was awfully good at it. She stared at him, not knowing what to say. Her brain was pushed into over drive, considering all the different reasons he would be asking this particular question. Part of her brain wanted to rip his head off, another urged her not to jump to conclusions. Instead, she narrowed her eyes suspiciously at him. "Why?" she asked. She forced herself not to say more --
And YET. "Do you want babies? Is that what this is about? You realise you're like... five, right? BARELY out of diapers and YOU want a baby?" He was a year younger than her -- two maybe -- but she hoped it bit and stung. She stamped a hoof into the ground. MEN. They were all the same. She spun around and flicked her tail in his face before ducking her head down to graze, a very definitive symbol that the conversation was over.
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Post by katha88 on May 29, 2015 6:56:04 GMT -5
Her sarcasm made Abel grin widely, he liked her for it. She was cunning and daring, not letting anyone near her. Getting to her had been the challenge for Abel all the time, from the first time he laid eyes on her when she got dragged into the Bachelor herd screaming and kicking and was donned a slave, she had left an impression on him.
Even though he was hurt by her snapping at him, he couldn’t help it. His lips curled into a smile and he closed his eyes for a moment, amused as she spit the words towards him, stomping into the ground and turning her butt towards him. What a sight!
She would keep turning him down if he wouldn’t finally make a move and push through that wall of rejection. Thinking about hit, not yet answering her, he decided that he would no longer mime the submissive one and letting him self being turned down.
His ears flicked forward and his eyes narrowed as he watched her angrily grazing, ripping at the soft grassblades as if it had been their failure for the whole time. Circling around her, he closed the distance between them until his head was behind her shoulder. He lowered his voice and wispered, “I just want to be nice Lotus. If I don’t claim you this year, Brutus could, or what about my lovely brother Isaac who is nothing then a smaller version of Brutus. Or how about Jaxon, he likes mares so so much... There are other stallions that might be better than me, but I really just want you to be safe. And honestly I can’t see you with anyone else.” He breathed softly in her ear. “I am sorry for how things went last year, but I really like you and want you to be kept safe.”
He nudged his soft muzzle against her neck, getting a smell of her was just too sweet not to risk it, her thick dark grey hair curling around his nostrils.
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Post by leavingneverland on May 30, 2015 9:15:18 GMT -5
Abel's soft words curled into her ears and her nervous, irritated maiming-of-grass stopped. She lifted her head to look back at him as he spoke. Brutus, Jaxon, Isaac -- none would be ideal partners for the season. Her ears dropped back: to be frank, an ideal season would involve no stallion, or perhaps one she chose herself. But that was never gonna happen, as much as she hated to admit it. "I can think of a number of stallions, each infinitely better than you," she told him, the edge to her voice dulled, softened by the realisation that he was right. As far as partners went, Abel wasn't the worst of them, not by a mile.
She didn't move back as he approached. She felt the warmth of his breath as it clouded in her ear with his words. Kind words, gentle and sincere. He pushed his muzzle against her neck, brushing her thick cloud of hair aside with his breath. For a moment, she leaned into his touch, a small and airy laugh curling quietly from her lips. Softer than she'd allowed herself to be in a long, long time. "So you and me," she started, as she gave his cheek a gentle nuzzle back, "we just... get together. We spend a season in each other's company -- maybe fall in love. Possibly make a baby. Is that it?" She pushed her muzzle into his mane, breathing in the smell of him, sweat and sweet grass. The strands of his silver mane tickled her forehead. "And then we raise him together? Just us? And we live happily ever after?"
She pulled away and frowned -- the frown dripped into a sneer and her old fire fanned back behind her eyes. "Because if that's what you want, it's not gonna happen. There's no such thing as a happy ending with these barbarians." Beneath the half-hearted anger in her voice sat something else. It was a heart wrenching sadness, a complete and utter hopelessness. The loneliness of her bachelor years leaked out and tangled in her words -- she wanted to go home. She wanted to get out of here.
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Post by katha88 on Jun 11, 2015 1:50:15 GMT -5
Abel was suprised when Lotus leaned into his touch as he imagined her to whisk out at him. Sweet words flooded out of her into the air and Abel smiled as he listened to her words, yes company, foals, happy family. It just sounded very nice, but before he could think ahead of family and if he even wanted one, she pulled away. Disappointed but stoic, he tried to connect with her again but reconsidered as he saw her sudden sneer and an angry, melancholic energy suddenly boiled up, coming towards him. Her words and the angry tremble of her voice didn’t make sense to Abel, but as he watched her, he understood.
Lotus had been dragged into a family that wasn’t hers, in a position where she wasn’t appreciated and treasured, but ordered and used. She was a slave but had been free. With a mind like her’s, strong, wild, dominant and freedom loving it wasn’t just hard to adapt to the new circumstances. It was impossible. His happy demeanor suddenly dropped into a frown and his honest puppy eyes studied her closely, he moved up to her again, forcing his neck over her withers, breathing out peacefully. „I am sorry that you are stuck with my herd of barbarians. That they ripped you from your family and freedom.“ He was honest here too, trying to comfort her at least somehow - has anyone ever cared? Has anyone ever taken her, comforting her since she was enslaved and told her that things would turn out ok? Anyone ever touched her nose and whispered things like it’s going to be alright, we will watch over you, don’t be afraid? He couldn’t as he knew it wasn’t alright and she had to be afraid, but she was watched over, thoroughly by the herd and him, and he cared, but how could she know.
He didn’t wanted to tell her, but she had to know. It was making things worse and as the messenger, she most likely would shoot him. He would drop dead, because he had only the best intentions. „It’s your second year and spring Lotus. In the end of the year you would have to be pregnant and carry a foal. Otherwise they would banish you.“ It sounded like the perfect plan, why not just bully every stallion away until the year was over and she was allowed to just move on, but not with the Bachelors. „You are lucky they haven’t…“ he wanted to say forced themselves on you, but it exactly was what he had done last year. He sighed and continued „… you are lucky you aren’t with foal yet, but don’t think you can keep them off your hide. I see them, how they have noticed and how they circle around you and how they intent to finish what has to be done. Don’t think you are safe of violence. They will force themselves on you and the longer the year goes by, the more brutal you can expect it. They will come as a group and make sure you will have a foal next year. They will come daily until you show signs of pregnancy.“ He almost felt his body tremble. He had seen it, once, twice, many times. It was the standard procedure and it had freaked out Abel since the first time he had seen it, Ansgar had turned him away from it at first, but there had been many situations in his life that he could have witnessed. Abel was certain, it was worse then beating them or killing them off. He looked at Lotus, her fierce nature. They would break her.
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Post by leavingneverland on Jun 12, 2015 3:59:06 GMT -5
His words were genuine, she could tell by the careful remorse dripping from his voice as he apologised for something that wasn't his fault -- not entirely, anyway. She still blamed him for some of it: he was a stallion of the Bachelor herd, and she laid blame on every one of their shoulders. It was their fault she was the way she was, furious all the time, ruined and marred. They'd taken everything that mattered to her. But she didn't want their pity. She wanted to see the startled, furious looks on their faces when they realised she was gone and never coming back, when they realised they had been beaten by a lowly brood. Just the thought of sent a maniacal laugh bubbling up in her throat, but she suppressed it, swallowed it down.
"Keep your stupid 'sorry,' I don't need it," she snarled at him. "I know what they did to me. I know what I lost." She huffed at him, letting all her anger and frustration with his gender slide out in a cloud of condensation from her nostrils. Calm down, Lotus, she chastised herself. All your doing is making yourself angry; he's not worth the frustration. She took in a deep, steadying breath and exhaled it loudly, driving away the last dregs of her anger. For the moment. She'd always had too much of a temper -- it was unwomanly, her mother insisted. She had to learn to control it. She hadn't cared then, but these days, her temper was getting her into endless amounts of trouble.
She'd just managed to wrangle it under control, had just told herself that she refused to let him get to her, when he did it again. He got to her. Her anger flared, unfolding in her chest like a flower in bloom. She was right. He wanted babies. He wanted her to carry his damned satan-spawn. "I don't see a downside to banishment, do you?" she asked him, a biting edge to her voice. "I can take care of myself. I've done it this long, I don't need you breathing over my shoulder. Let them come; I'll tear their eyes out and crush them under my hooves. I'll tear out their throats, sew 'em together, and wear it as a HAT!"
She barely contained herself as he rattled off the consequences -- words like 'brutal', 'force', 'violence'; they only made her more angry. And yet, a stubborn scrap of fear was starting to scrape at her throat, threatening to climb out and engulf her. "And what do you suggest I do, then? Hm?" she asked poisonously, trying to press the terror back.
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