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Post by ponybones on Sept 18, 2014 2:19:58 GMT -5
It's Only Fear After All
A roleplay between Pony-Bones' Bat-Sheva and Cactus-Sis' Melia
Timeline: Spring 401 - During Objective 3
She had been gone too long - where was she? Sheva could only guess at where another one of her babies had run off to. She had just (rather questionably) delivered Elowen into the all-too-willing hooves of their leader, Cain, after her mishap in the Outland Marsh. Another horse had found what was necessary to get poor Elowen on the mend, but she couldn't just barge in on that situation, to her dismay. Somehow, Cain seemed to need Elowen privately. It was somewhat worrisome to think about, so she tried not to. Thus, while 'checking up' on all those she cared for in the herd, she noticed that Melia appeared to be missing still. Actually, some others were as well, others that Cain had briefly mentioned that he would be taking into the mountains to 'talk to' face-to-face, with none of his Elites listening in. Though it was summer, the Riddle Mountains were not known to be hospitable. She knew that fact first-hand, after having been involved in a situation of sorts with Elowen and Moira. But that meant nothing about where Melia could have gone off to. While Sheva had gotten used to Elowen and Moira bowing out when necessary to attempt to keep their sanity with some alone time, Melia was too young to be trusted out by herself, at least in Sheva's mind. Concern etched itself across Sheva's face as she looked off toward the mountains, her brilliant red eyes narrowed. Would he have done such a cruel thing? Sheva hated to think so. The mare wanted to have faith in the new leader, give him the benefit of the doubt, but while Melia's whereabouts were unknown, she simply could not put much faith in Cain.
|OOC:// I realized I had a little bit of a location/timeline problem as I already have the rp going that Cain returned from the mountain and was hanging out with Elowen, so perhaps you could find a reason why Melia and some of the others might arrive later?| |
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Post by cactussis on Sept 19, 2014 5:16:15 GMT -5
It felt strange to walk on grass again, and hear the birds’ chitter-chatter as they flew from their hiding places in shrubberies. She was not cold anymore but caught herself shivering by the meekest of wind passing by. She was not scared anymore but felt immensely cautious about her surroundings. And she was not in pain anymore – the wounds and bruises was healing nicely, just like the caretaker said they would – but she felt weaker like never before. In conclusion, Melia had yet to recover from the long travel.
Notwithstanding, the roan filly was relieved like ever. It felt incredible that she and the others had survived the slippery way up and down the mountain, getting caught by a storm the moment they tried to rest. As time had passed since they left the mountain, Melia could on the other hand not suppress her thoughts regarding the bitter members that were forced to follow, and their leader that put them on that mountain in the first place. She wanted to trust Cain – if anything, more so than the leader before him – but the trip to the Riddle Mountains and the arguments from the others made her doubt whatever trust she had for the creamy leader.
“Up ahead, kiddo.”, one of the guarding stallions muttered and she lifted her sulking head the moment he spoke, and watched him nod in the direction he spoke about. Her brown eyes stared across the land as she noticed the gathered horses far away. The pain in her joints was gone, and she leapt towards her family. Her home.
As much as Melia told herself the broods in a whole were her family, sentimentality was not something she had bothered with for what felt like years. Her biological bonds with family was inexistent, which made calling anyone for “sister” or “aunt” as an official thing feel… selfish of her? She was quite fine with just saying the name of each brood sister, but in that moment of overwhelming happiness and sudden shiver of fear that she might never would have seen them again, the small image of the spotted mare among grazing horses brought back one of the highest needs for Melia to remember. The feeling of coming back home, to her family. Her family! Her Mama.
“Mama! Mama!”, she cried as she ran and skidded across the tall spring grass, sobbing as she came closer and closer.
“MAMA!!”
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| OOC: No problemo! I reckoned Melia had to rest up quite a bit from the mountain climb anyway, and they probably had to get some help with the wounds they received from their time up on the mountain  |
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Post by ponybones on Sept 26, 2014 10:46:58 GMT -5
Just when she was going to start asking around, not bearing the thought of having another one of her adopted daughters missing, she heard a little cry coming from the west, where woods outlined the Summer Fields, separating them from the roots of the Riddle Mountains. Her head snapped up and her vivid eyes widened, looking for the owner of that voice, not able to detect if it was a cry of relief or a cry for help. Finally the young filly came into her line of sight, bounding through the tall grass on her stilt-like limbs before she was shrouded again for the moment. "Melia!" Sheva called out in response as she loped through the grass, her muscled frame not have any problems mowing it over or at least pushing it aside. As they reached one another, Sheva leaned her head down and wrapped her neck over Melia's own, the filly's short mane tickling her nose, but she smelled sweet and familiar. One good thing had to come from this day. "Where have you been?" Sheva asked in a quiet voice, looking around to make sure no one was lurking about, before starting to lead her back toward the herd. She didn't need to be in any further trouble today. As she walked, she glanced down at Melia, and quickly found signs of some sort of abuse. "What happened to you?" The older mare insisted, looking at her with grave concern in her eyes. |
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Post by cactussis on Jun 8, 2015 4:12:22 GMT -5
The fact that predators could be lurking about in the tall grass was obliviously irrelevant as Melia focused on nothing more than to reach the spotted mare, who too ploughed through the thick greenery as they approached each other as fast as possible. The filly’s sobs had to take pauses as she tried to catch her breath between her leaps, but at long last did she reach the lady brood. Clumsily but no less lovingly did she bump into the mare and embraced her with no intention to leave her side ever again.
“I’ve- I’ve missed you!”, Melia stammered and buried her face in the brood’s sturdy chest, taking a moment to recover and dry her tears before she was escorted back to the safety of the herd.
“I.. I’ve been around.”, Melia then tried to say in an attempt to dodge Bat-Sheva’s question. She also added that the important thing was that they took her back home, trying to make the story believable enough that she had just wandered off too far; which was not far from the truth. But how could she possibly admit that she had been up on the mountains?
But Melia would have to tell the truth, as soon as Sheva noticed the small bruises. She had scrapes on her shoulder and cheek, and healing chafes around her ankles. A simple misstep could not explain those marks and Melia’s brown, imploring eyes glanced elsewhere in defeat.
“Well, I…”, the roan filly tried to begin with and her whole body hunched in shame. How could she have tried to lie to Sheva? Even now when she did not dare to look at the mare, she could feel Sheva’s concerned stare dig a hole on her neck.
“I… may have been… up on Riddle Mountains..? With the others? ... Maybe…?”, Melia carefully admitted, her voice trembling and gradually expressing each new sentence in a softer and softer whisper.
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| OOC: Long time no reply...... *coughs* |
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