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Post by TyraDragoness on Jun 8, 2015 18:30:36 GMT -5
" Wolf in Sheep's Clothing " T h e P l o t Overwhelmed by her recent capture...trapped in the very herd she ran from her entire life...lonely and exposed...perfect time to swoop in and save the day, right? A word of caution. Things aren't always what they seem.
C h a r a c t e r s
o1. | Akira ~ TyraDragoness
o2. | Apollo ~ WhiteW0lfs
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Post by TyraDragoness on Jun 8, 2015 18:55:25 GMT -5
"I'm...a failure...I had one command to follow...and I failed..." The mid morning sun shone brightly overhead, illuminating the hillsides with a warm glow while he typical Eastern Isle breeze rustled the grass and propelled the birds above in their daily flight. It was a beautiful morning, yet...it didn't matter. Nothing mattered anymore.
Akira lay curled up on the tall grass, neck hunched over and sides heaving as the tears flowed forth. The wind tossed her dark mane back and forth, rusting her blue jay feathers and the beats that neatly decorated the base of her long tail. It only took a flick of the ear for her to tell her stationed guards were still close by. The ones handpicked by...Sirus... Clenching her teeth, the sobs only grew stronger. There was no holding them back this time. This was why she always distanced herself from everyone and everything. But now there was no shielding her true vulnerability. She'd been captured...taken....she had to so Lynnie could go free, go back to her home in the Olde. Thankfully they wanted their "Golden Menace" more than an Olde healer, which was a miracle after the first battle in this bloody war. So her adopted sister was spared...she could only pray the brutes would keep their word not to touch Aralynne, but at the very least she had a head start back to her herd. And once more...Akira was alone...but this time imprisoned in the hell she'd tried to hard to escape. Perhaps she'd been destined all along to walk her mother's footsteps...
Taking deep, shaky breaths, the young buckskin lifted her head slightly and looked out at the land before her, the land she'd once stretched her legs across in joyful gallop. The place she'd once been able to call home was now a prison, herself now a plaything for the terrible brutes of the infamous Bachelor Herd. Why hadn't she left when she had the chance..?
Word Count: 333
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Post by whitew0lfs on Jun 14, 2015 15:21:33 GMT -5
Apollo eyed a golden figure from a distance, it had delicate features and feminine curves - surely a mare, then again it could be a stallion. He observed her carefully, having not seen her around the herd before was a surprise as her bright coat would surely stand out. A newly captured mare, what a pity, the massive elite thought to himself, however his ears immediately went flat against his skull as she began to sob. The palomino sighed, noticing her gaze out onto the rolling fields the taste of freedom was so close yet still so far. Eventually, pity became overwhelming causing Apollo to intervene.
And so, his large frame made it’s way from out of the foliage, branches and twigs clawing at his shoulders like beasts. His posture tensed as the figure became lucid, a small mare sprawled along the grass decorated with blue feathers. Apollo furrowed his brows, pondering how she’d gotten her and how he could subdue her into being helped by the rather intimidating stallion. He swayed towards her, settling down a few ways off with a submissive stance - he didn’t want to spook her, she seemed young and fragile. “What’s the matter, sweetheart.” Apollo cooed, flashing her a sympathetic smile praying she’d let him in.
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Post by TyraDragoness on Jun 14, 2015 15:52:03 GMT -5
Perhaps subconsciously, Akira heard the soft hoofbeats approaching, her ears flicking back once or twice due to mere instinct. However, more important things were on her mind at the moment...the capture...Jaxon...seeing Aralynne's fleeing form...again... She'd settled deep into her own mind and once there, her constant surveying of her surroundings of course had faded away. So of course when he sudden voice met her ears, she was startled back to reality, immediately propelling herself to her feet and shaking away her tears before she whipped around to face the stranger. A stallion, no less...just her luck.
Her dark forelock falling partially over her fiery gaze, she braced herself, prepared to do whatever might be necessary. You never knew with the brutes...they all had their own unique ways of deception. "W-who are you...?!" she demanded, though her voice still quivered from her earlier tear storm, "Don't tell me Sirus sent you...h-he's a liar and I want nothing t-to do with him. I don't need his pity... A-and don't call me that! I'm no one's 'sweetheart'...let alone a brute's like you..." All the while, Akira eyed this new stallion suspiciously, looking him over and trying to determine how much of a threat he was. Swallowing nervously, she knew she had to play her cards carefully, seeing his massive height and how much muscle rippled beneath his pale palomino skin. With a thin frame such as hers, he could easily overpower her. Possibly even outrun her...not to mention fleeing wasn't an ideal option considering the guards stationed prominently not far from her location. Considering the renowned escape stunt her mother had performed just before her birth, it was only natural if the herd decided she needed extra...care. If she tried anything...she knew almost without a doubt they'd barricade her from going very far. And who knows what punishment would await her then.
So for now, she was merely left with studying his face and trying to read his thought process. So far he seemed to keep somewhat of a distance...she just hoped it would stay that way.
Word Count: 351
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Post by whitew0lfs on Jun 17, 2015 15:47:32 GMT -5
Ears perked up as she began to snap, a slight quiver noticeable in her hissing. “I didn’t mean it that way..” Apollo’s hoarse voice escaped his throat with a scratch, knitting his eyebrows together in curiosity as she mentioned a horse named Sirus. “Whoever this Sirus is, he doesn’t have the privilege of giving me orders. That’s for one.” His ears swayed backward casually, momentarily eyeing her as she seemed to be frightened - but, hey who wouldn’t be? “Also, I consider myself better than those dim-witted brutes. Pretty charming actually, don’t you think?” He smirked, attempting to ease the tension with sarcasm, hopefully she would stop cowering - hell, he’d prefer her snapping like another common Bachelor mare than a frightened one.
The palomino shook his coat out, re-adjusting his hooves as he kept his balance. He settled down and looked at her, answering her first question, “Apollo, and who might you be?” His blue eyes were curious on why she was sobbing although that was a very obvious answer, she was in the Bachelor herd.
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Post by TyraDragoness on Jun 21, 2015 13:04:14 GMT -5
Pursing her lips together, the young buckskin mare once more looked over the palomino as he spoke, denying any involvement with Sirus, which was a relief... For some reason, the elder ex-elite had garnered an interest in her the moment she was brought in, keeping her under his scrutinizing gaze as long as he was physically able before being sent out on patrol again. Even then, he insisted on picking his own guards to keep watch on her, the "delinquent". Something was just...odd about him...though she couldn't put a hoof on it.
Snapping back to the situation at hand, Akira seemed to settle at the stallion's joking manner, rolling her eyes at his "charming" comment. Here we go again...haven't met a flirt like this since Kiro...and then again, he was my cousin so I wasn't really his target. "Nice try. I'm not amused," she quipped in reply, the last of her tears drying in the warm breeze as she flicked her tail indignantly. Turning so that he side was now facing him, she tossed her head a bit stubbornly at his next question. "What does it matter? It's not like you brutes see us mares as anything but property. What's the point in names anyhow? Unless you plan to make me some sort of pet," she retorted, strength returning to her voice. At this point, she had a feeling he was here more to scope out the new catch rather than take advantage of her, else he would have made his move already. Of course her guard was still high, but she could at least take a bit of a breather.
Word Count: 275
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