Unsettling (Private)
Sept 1, 2014 13:30:33 GMT -5
Post by elesette on Sept 1, 2014 13:30:33 GMT -5
Unsettling (Private)
1.Elesette's Moira
2.Crystaluniicorn's Elowen
3. Pony-Bone's Sheva
Time: Spring 401
1.Elesette's Moira
2.Crystaluniicorn's Elowen
3. Pony-Bone's Sheva
Time: Spring 401
The morning air was light, and drawn out over the partly dark land as if stretching its back before the morning started. The clouds that loomed overhead were spotted and full of holes, allowing the overcast that had come in overnight to appear like like a painting, raining heaven’s light on the the dew covered grass. It was just beginning to rain as a rather large mare lay curled up in the summer fields. The soft pitter patter of the new spring rain awoke the pale mare with a start. It rained all the time on the east Island, she felt she should be used to it by now but for some reason the cold licks of liquid had her on her feet as soon as it started. She wasn’t one to sleep in anyway. Moira shook her head as if to relieve herself of the sudden wet that had stuck to it, but there was little avail as the wet stuck to her cream colored mane. She sighed. It was going to be a muggy day indeed.
This was how most days were for the younger mare. She’d wake up to the humid eastern mornings and wander around without much meaning to her day. Sometimes she’d attempt to sneak off to the hills and towards the moments, and usually she’d succeed. Moira planned on following the same schedule this morning. It was the best way to keep herself preoccupied after all.
Until recently, none of the Bachelor stallions had paid her any mind so she was used to having her way when it came to alone time. She passed through the sleeping herd quietly, being careful not to trip over or awake any of the stallions. This was precious time. Moira hardly caught her breath as a small gasp escaped her. She had forgotten about the guards. Brutus and another horse she didn’t recognize meandered slowly around the mares and sleeping stallions alike. She winced. She didn’t want to seem like she was sneaking away, especially not to Brutus. She could possibly swoon at the sight of the large stallion. She stepped back slowly. It wasn’t too late to creep back to her resting spot and go back to sleep. The sun hadn’t completely risen, and Moira felt she didn’t have to have her alone time today. Not with Brutus on patrol. A girlish sigh escaped her lips. He was soooo handsome.
As she stepped back she felt something soft under her hooves and nearly jumped for fear that she had stepped on a stallion. A tight, squeaking breath escaped her mouth and she leaped away from whomever she had stepped on chiming continuous apologies as she trotted away. The mare felt too guilty to look back at her victim, she and her lumborous body were always getting in the way.
ELOWEN:
‘Another night successfully away from the herd’ Elowen thought as slight smile rose upon her lips. This was almost becoming a game to her, and one that she had yet to lose. It was easy to let yourself feel safe, though the stakes never really change. She would still be in for a serious beating, and her freedoms would be narrowed. But for now she was satisfied with her specialist sneaking tactics.
But the hardest part was soon before her. Rounding a small mound, Brutus’s large figure loomed in the misty morning light, his heavy strides entwining dew in his feathered feet. Elowen found herself studying his movements once more, trying to find a pattern if only to make her nightly escapades easier. It wasn’t that she had felt she couldn’t outsmart him, because she knew she could, it was the fact that he lived up to his name and was one of the cruelest stallions in the herd. He wasn’t someone she wanted to cross paths with. . . especially being as frail as she was. The scars she bore on her neck had been the only ones to plague her, and she wasn’t looking to add to the collection.
Her patient musing gaze was woken by his now sudden movements, causing the young brood to cock her head in wonder. ‘Where are you heading to now, you big churl. . .’ squinting, she could see movement in the distant herd, voices slowly pooling around her. This was the perfect chance to get back.
Making sure Brutus was paces ahead of her, Elowen crept in the tall grass of the summer meadows, the dew now having a turn with her mane and tail. It was surprisingly easy to sneak back when there was a commotion, and she was able to push her way through two bachelors. Jacamo and Grange, or at least thats what she thought their names were.
The mare could hear the annoyed barking of a stallion in the mess of the herd, whoever caused the commotion was probably a brood considering the type of profanity he had been bellowing. Bicolored eyes scanned past a few bodies only to see the mare Moria trotting away with that shamefaced look that told her she had been the cause. Without a second thought, Elowen pushed through the remaining few that stood between her and Moria, and managed to trail her swiftly. Elowen didn’t know her too well, but being a Brood she knew that they had to stick together. It was impossible to live here without any support, and now it was Elowen’s turn to lend a helping hand.
“ Moria!” Elowen interposed between the abashed mares musterings. “ Are you alright?” She finally reached her side, panting a bit from her trek. Her eyes were sincere, and she wanted nothing more than to help.//
“What babies they are…” Sheva muttered to herself, awakening to the dew-drop sprinkled morning from the angry mutterings of the Bachelor, after being stepped on by one of the smaller mares of the herd. Worse things had clearly happened to them, they were warriors and raiders and all other things, but to be stepped on, Sheva could only imagine his pride was wounded more. She rolled her red eyes and stretched her spotted legs out in front of her, giving a large yawn. Her nose wrinkled a bit with the effort, and she felt a twinge of pain, knowing that the ‘seamless’ part of the steel piercing she wore had started to grow into her flesh.
The cries of the Bachelor stallion had started others to awaken as well, and suddenly shifting was occurring all around her, disgruntled mutterings of irritation sifting towards the sky and becoming a united din of anger. Sheva glanced around, finding mostly mares around her, though one of her ‘babies’ was missing. It was a usual thing, so she wasn’t quite concerned. Elowen knew how not to get caught and existed this way as long as Sheva had known her. Looking out through the hazy morning, she saw that it was that troublesome little thing who was helping the clumsy mare. Somehow. Who knew what those young mares were up to anymore.
‘Start thinking like that, and you’re definitely going to become old’. Bat-Sheva scolded herself mentally as she lurched to her feet, seeing Elowen and the other mare, which she believed had a name starting with either an M or an N, from amidst a field of legs and backs. She started to edge towards them through the crowd, wondering what the plan was now, and then out of the corner of her eye saw Cain standing, looking...non-plussed was the best term. The leader was inscrutable, but for once, he did not look pleased and his dreadlocks were curiously shaped. “Oy, did you miss out on your beauty sleep?” Sheva crowed, and immediately he looked at her, his eyes narrowed dangerously. It was too early in the morning for fun and games it seemed.
His sudden flash of anger seemed to rile up some of the Bachelors, and the guards that were patrolling found little consequence in what silly thing Moira might be up to, ignoring the dismayed cries of the ‘wounded’ Bachelor stallion and instead warily approaching the mass of the herd which was clearly unsettled. It was much too early for these shenanigans.//
ELOWEN:
‘Another night successfully away from the herd’ Elowen thought as slight smile rose upon her lips. This was almost becoming a game to her, and one that she had yet to lose. It was easy to let yourself feel safe, though the stakes never really change. She would still be in for a serious beating, and her freedoms would be narrowed. But for now she was satisfied with her specialist sneaking tactics.
But the hardest part was soon before her. Rounding a small mound, Brutus’s large figure loomed in the misty morning light, his heavy strides entwining dew in his feathered feet. Elowen found herself studying his movements once more, trying to find a pattern if only to make her nightly escapades easier. It wasn’t that she had felt she couldn’t outsmart him, because she knew she could, it was the fact that he lived up to his name and was one of the cruelest stallions in the herd. He wasn’t someone she wanted to cross paths with. . . especially being as frail as she was. The scars she bore on her neck had been the only ones to plague her, and she wasn’t looking to add to the collection.
Her patient musing gaze was woken by his now sudden movements, causing the young brood to cock her head in wonder. ‘Where are you heading to now, you big churl. . .’ squinting, she could see movement in the distant herd, voices slowly pooling around her. This was the perfect chance to get back.
Making sure Brutus was paces ahead of her, Elowen crept in the tall grass of the summer meadows, the dew now having a turn with her mane and tail. It was surprisingly easy to sneak back when there was a commotion, and she was able to push her way through two bachelors. Jacamo and Grange, or at least thats what she thought their names were.
The mare could hear the annoyed barking of a stallion in the mess of the herd, whoever caused the commotion was probably a brood considering the type of profanity he had been bellowing. Bicolored eyes scanned past a few bodies only to see the mare Moria trotting away with that shamefaced look that told her she had been the cause. Without a second thought, Elowen pushed through the remaining few that stood between her and Moria, and managed to trail her swiftly. Elowen didn’t know her too well, but being a Brood she knew that they had to stick together. It was impossible to live here without any support, and now it was Elowen’s turn to lend a helping hand.
“ Moria!” Elowen interposed between the abashed mares musterings. “ Are you alright?” She finally reached her side, panting a bit from her trek. Her eyes were sincere, and she wanted nothing more than to help.//
Sheva
“What babies they are…” Sheva muttered to herself, awakening to the dew-drop sprinkled morning from the angry mutterings of the Bachelor, after being stepped on by one of the smaller mares of the herd. Worse things had clearly happened to them, they were warriors and raiders and all other things, but to be stepped on, Sheva could only imagine his pride was wounded more. She rolled her red eyes and stretched her spotted legs out in front of her, giving a large yawn. Her nose wrinkled a bit with the effort, and she felt a twinge of pain, knowing that the ‘seamless’ part of the steel piercing she wore had started to grow into her flesh.
The cries of the Bachelor stallion had started others to awaken as well, and suddenly shifting was occurring all around her, disgruntled mutterings of irritation sifting towards the sky and becoming a united din of anger. Sheva glanced around, finding mostly mares around her, though one of her ‘babies’ was missing. It was a usual thing, so she wasn’t quite concerned. Elowen knew how not to get caught and existed this way as long as Sheva had known her. Looking out through the hazy morning, she saw that it was that troublesome little thing who was helping the clumsy mare. Somehow. Who knew what those young mares were up to anymore.
‘Start thinking like that, and you’re definitely going to become old’. Bat-Sheva scolded herself mentally as she lurched to her feet, seeing Elowen and the other mare, which she believed had a name starting with either an M or an N, from amidst a field of legs and backs. She started to edge towards them through the crowd, wondering what the plan was now, and then out of the corner of her eye saw Cain standing, looking...non-plussed was the best term. The leader was inscrutable, but for once, he did not look pleased and his dreadlocks were curiously shaped. “Oy, did you miss out on your beauty sleep?” Sheva crowed, and immediately he looked at her, his eyes narrowed dangerously. It was too early in the morning for fun and games it seemed.
His sudden flash of anger seemed to rile up some of the Bachelors, and the guards that were patrolling found little consequence in what silly thing Moira might be up to, ignoring the dismayed cries of the ‘wounded’ Bachelor stallion and instead warily approaching the mass of the herd which was clearly unsettled. It was much too early for these shenanigans.//
