The unborn (open)

Subject: The unborn (open) Wed Jan 12 2011, 18:56

Painful memories was really all she could remember especially of her mother. She tossed her head in disgust at the very thought, also a shiver ran through her. Sickening that she would have once been scared of her very own mother. To fear that today she would be killed, that was what went through her mind everyday when she was a foal. Yes a little innocent foal, who knew nothing, but to go by her instincts. Which was to stick close to her mother, well her mother had abused her. Going through it each day, was the worst memories of all.
Her mother though had done worse things than her hurting her each day. Like for instance her mother's obsession with stallions and often they went to the breeding grounds. The very scent of stallions had sent shivers down her spine. But she obeyed her mother and tagged along with her. Often stallions came, when they saw her they took an interest. She was only a year then and had been raped by one of them. Her mother had laughed thinking it would her some good. The foal had been a still born considering it was only her very first heat.

Her last trip with her mother, age three she was raped again. Her mother was angry this time noticing that all the stallions were interested in Jazzy than her. Old enough to leave she left as soon as she could, now carrying a foal. Her thoughts lifted as she turned her head to look at her swollen stomach. Sighing she wondered if the foal this time would be a still born as the last one had been. She shuddered remembering seeing the dead little body she had seen the last foal she had. She had mixed feelings if she wanted the foal to live or not.
She had only one month to go until the baby was born, she wondered what color it would be? Maybe it would be a liver chestnut paint like the father had been. Wouldn't that be nice she thought bitterly to herself. She had to come up with names in case it did live. For a filly it would be Lunabug and for a colt it would be Sinful Flaw. She shook her head slightly before paying attention where she was, Alaknanda river. A place where she would find a home for herself and her unborn foal.

Subject: Re: The unborn (open) Tue Jan 18 2011, 15:24

Zues

All felt rushed as the sunlight beat upon my pelt unsparingly, making my tapered nostrils flare as hot air rushed from them. Small feelings crept up in my stomach, making me want to turn back and run home to those that already loved me. Nothing could be gained, though, unless a concerted effort was put into it. I tried to wipe those insecure feelings away from my mind, and it worked, for the most part. After all, I supposed I was handsome and kind enough to win the compassion of my two mares. Perhaps, it wouldn't hurt to try for a third. I shrugged a little, continuing my constant motion. Each stride brought me closer to my destination, wherever that was.

I had almost forgotten how pretty it was in the forest-like river land during the summer. After all, the last time I had been here in the summer was years ago when I had claimed my first queen, Kyra. Just thinking about her sent shivers rushing down my spine and made my stomach sick. It had been terrible how I'd found her in the battle ground, covered in blood. Punctures laid all over her beautiful earth hued bodice, scars over her once-shining pelt. The scene played in my mind every day as I filled with sorrow and regret. She had been my true love...and she had died because I wasn't there to protect her. Every day I wished I could take her place and watch down from her above. That wasn't the case though. I was kept here, for whatever reason, and I would do my best to make the world a better place. Too many would call it nobility, but I still see it as simply doing the right thing, no matter what the outcome is.

My pillars kept moving, and I supposed I looked confident, regardless of how I felt. I didn't need a fairytale love, I didn't even want one. All that mattered to me was finding mares that cared about me; I would care about them too and protect them by any means necessary. I glanced around, wondering who I should approach first - or if I should even approach anyone. Perhaps, I should just wait for someone to come to me. That was how cowards were, though, my mother had always taught me. She had been a good mare, I suppose, one that could be trusted. I guess that's where I got my personality from.

Finally, I let my eyes rest for a moment, and they landed on the most beautiful sight. There was a fae, the hue of a deep golden sunrise before him. Her glory and beauty was evident, and I couldn't help but approach her. Ebony laced her thin pillars, and silvery black wings rested at her bulging sides. An abnormally long horn protruded from her skull, reaching up to pierce the sky. Regardless of her slight imperfections, she seemed perfect....and kind, too. I walked up to her, ready to introduce myself.

I dropped to my knees silently and rose, my golden eyes gleaming kindly down at her. I was sure she was pregnant, and seeing as she had no one, I supposed she was forced. I felt sorry for her but wouldn't let her know that I pitied her incident. "Greetings, miss," I said, nodding to her politely. "I am Zues," I smiled genuinely, hoping she wouldn't be afraid of me. I was rather tall and could be scary to some nervous mares. "What are you called?" he asked, inquisitive eyes gracefully looking into hers.

Subject: Re: The unborn (open) Tue Jan 18 2011, 16:19

What would happen now? Me being forced to a herd or actually finding a loving stallion to take me in. Sudden sounds alerted me of the creatures that surrounded me. Would they be the ones to end my life for me? Cold merciless creatures I thought bitterly to myself. Maybe they'd be the ones to save me from a likely death? Did I know if I was going to die. Surely no one would know when they would die. Those who were smart already knew that of course. Of course I've never heard of a idiot knowing of it.

Ignoring my thoughts, I turned my head to see a dear looking right at me. Surely this would be the end of me, Shaking in fear I backed up against a tree. Please don't hurt me I thought helplessly to myself, I didn't speak Deer's language though. Having know Idea what the Doe was thinking, I had chosen not to trust the doe. How could I know what a deer was even capable of? Not going to risk my life I stayed as far away as I could. Anyone could see the terror that had been going through me at that very moment.

No one could have know what was going through me, Shock, terror. Those feelings was what I was used to feeling by now. Painful as it was I went through it almost everyday, well up until a few months ago. Now I was on my own, not quite sure if I even wanted to live anymore. What my mother would have told me that it was life, and no good things would come of it. Did I believe her? No, of course not, definitely not after all the abuse I had to go through.

That's when I noticed that a stallion was near,oh no. Fear ran through me but it was to late he was already in front of. Surprisingly his voice was soft and gentle, he could just be faking though. Wasn't that what stallions do, Hurt mares? Which why wasn't I running yet? something kept me somehow from doing that, I didn't know what. I finally got the guts and looked him in the eye, deciding that it would be better to not act scared. " My name? My name is Jazzy but you can call me Jazz," anyone could hear the fear in my voice. I had failed to not act scared, what an Idiot I was.

Subject: Re: The unborn (open) Fri Jan 21 2011, 15:53

I dared not move a muscle as I captured her orbs staring blankly at my golden features. I wanted not for her to fear me, nor to feel nervous around me. Of course, any large stag could be intimidating, but it was my specific goal to not be the norm. I basically held myself together as my foreleg began to quiver; paying no attention, I looked up to her with my intelligent, golden orbs. They were the same gentle hues as her pelt, and mine matched hers as we stood in this brilliant sunlight, looking like two children of the sun.

What a poor fae she was, for she seemed terrified of this very confrontation - I felt so sorry that she had been abused. Of course, it was the inevitable; she would have to get better if she wanted to live here. I pitied those that hated fearful creatures and wanted to take advantage of them just because of their sweet innocence. I had seen what this world could do to someone young and vulnerable, and I wasn't about to let it happen to this beautiful young mare. I would make sure she was in a safe place, if only until end of her pregnancy. If she didn't want me to, I wouldn't follow her - I would never force her to do anything she wasn't ready for. It was sickening how anyone could force her...make her bare their child against her will. The shame...

The fear in her heart was easy to see, and I wanted to help her get over her fears in any way I could. I didn't want her to hurt like this. It seemed cruel even to watch her suffer mentally, and I didn't know what would happen next. "Don't worry," I whispered reassuringly, orbs pleading with her not to be afraid of me. "I won't hurt you, I promise," I added, trying to seem happy to see her, a small lopsided grin appearing on my features.

I wasn't sure yet if she believed me; I actually didn't except her to. After all, when most mares were abused, they were lied to by stags. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Jazz," I replied, flicking my ivory whipcord leisurely. We had all the time in the world - there was no reason for us to race things, time was an illusion, growing old was only an excuse to feel sorry for ourselves. "What type of home do you seek....or are you just here for a simple conversation?" I asked, not wanting to get into a deep conversation yet. I didn't want to take her out of her comfort zone.

Subject: Re: The unborn (open) Sun Jan 23 2011, 17:46

I smiled at him realizing it was foolish of me to be scared of him, he meant no harm. Maybe he'd be the one I thought smiling to myself, just maybe I'd have another chance at life again, it was what I deserved. Maybe my life would be made with this stag, he seemed nice. Nicer than most stags I had met in my life time, most had been forcers only interesting in breeding me. I decided I would tell him my story, if he stayed I knew that he met it and if he leaved then he didn't mean it.

" It isn't fair, why should I trust you? You're not the one that haing to worry on when will the next time will I eat, or having to be abused by your very own mother. Actually having to be your very own slave then at age one being forced to follow your mother around to Wajida Glade because she's addicted to stallions and being raped by a stallion. The foal being a still born then again at age two this time the foal might actually make it, I hope it will because I need something to love."

" And I'll be a better mother than my damn mother has ever been and I don't need you telling me because of my age that I can't, because I know I can. So if you're saying I won't be a good mother then let me be because I'm looking for a home that a stallion will love me for who I am and take care of me and the foal even if it's not of their own blood." I Looked at him almost embarrassed at my outburst. The foal kicked, wondering what was going on I turned my head to nudge my stomach. Laughing as it kicked back in response. " Don't worry baby, I'll bring you to safety from where you don't have to worry about danger I promise."

Subject: Re: The unborn (open) Thu Jan 27 2011, 11:00

I was a bit taken aback by her sudden fear and that untamed, feral look that settled deep within her orbs. If only I was to make a difference in a single individual's life...change them for the better, I would be satisfied. Ever since my leaving the rocky mountain land, I thought I had thrown my future away and any hopes of returning. Now, I wanted to be noticed, I didn't want to live in vain. I knew I could be content with stopping just one heart from breaking...from mending one that had been shattered with years of violence. No, I wasn't asking for a fairytale, not happily ever after, just some friends that I could run to in times of trouble - trusted friends.

"You don't have to trust me if you don't want to," I replied with a slight nod of my golden skull. It would be unjust of me to try to force her to think of me kindly if it didn't please her. I kept my distance, giving her some room to vent and pondered why she would open up so soon to me. Never considering myself charming, I didn't know why she would. We were here, living in the now, though, and it all meant something unknown in the end.

There wasn't anything I could say to her speech about a nightmare life, one that consisted of foals...to many for my taste. "That's...terrible. I'm sorry you've had to go through so much," I replied. I hoped she wouldn't have to go through this again, and I would even guide her safely to New Life and to her new home if she wished for it to be. Whoever her love was, he was so lucky. "What will you name her?" I asked softly, smiling as the young foal kicked out. I had always thought foals to be so adorable but remembered the grandest failure I'd ever experienced - Kay. I felt I would weep just at the memory of her.

Subject: Re: The unborn (open) Fri Jan 28 2011, 14:39

I looked at him wondering if he would be taken back at what I just told him. It might have been to much but I didn't care. He had a possibility of being my stallion in the near future. If I loved him of course I'd never go with a stallion that I did not love. It just wasn't me in any way. It never would be I realized thinking to myself, my thoughts were unsafe, knowing any moment I could be terrified. Scared like any abused mare, not that I could not help it, I didn't try though at least not hard enough.

" No it is fine it's about time I should start trusting someone, especially if I'm in hope of falling in love, and finding a safe place to raise my foal." I smiled at him, their was no way he could be mean I realized. Not with the way he had just treated me with respect. Especially for me, I was a abused mare, and no cruel stallion would care. This one did though I could clearly see that. Why Now? Why did I just notice this now, Why? Was I possibly falling in love?

I just met him though I knew that much, but he was so handsome. " Yes it is terrible but lucky my torture is done with and it is most likely time to move on anyways." I smiled at him being quite friendly and not being shy. It surprised me though that I was not acting shy. It actually gave me something to be proud of. " Her name if its a girl will be Borgoña for a boy it will be Obscure, I doubt it will be a colt though, I have a feeling it will be a filly."

Subject: Re: The unborn (open) Fri Jan 28 2011, 15:46

I knew she had been though a lot - more than anyone should have to experience in many moons. It was only natural for me to want to tell her what happened to me, but I feared it would scare her. I didn't want her to run away now, now that she had began to trust me. "Thank you," I said softly, my expression filling with sorrow as I thought of my past. "I was a king once, of Ciera. It was beautiful there, and everyone looked up to us. Soon enough, I found my first love Kyra, my old queen and Black Fire. All was good, but the wolves constantly threatened. Soon, my queen birthed a beautiful filly, named Kay. Just days after her birth, the wolves came and tore her apart. There was...nothing I could do. Black Fire then had her foal, a colt...Midnight Sun. One night, I was ambushed by some dark creatures and tortured into leaving my lands...my queen...my son. I left, and it was years before I could return. When I did, it was during the middle of the fight between Corus and the world. At the moment I made it to the battle field, I saw her on the ground. It was Kyra, scarred, thin, and dead," I paused...not able to go on anymore with this tale of my past. It seemed to hurt more every time I recited it, but I felt like I owed it to her.

I turned my golden skull away, fighting back the painful tears that threatened to roll down my cheeks. Fighting it, I turned back, not wanting to seem weak in her eyes. I raised my crown, sighing deeply as the thoughts drifted to the back of my mind again. Those thoughts would be no more; I would force myself not to think of them, let alone to speak of them. They haunted my dreams for so long, but I promised myself to forget. If she could, couldn't I? My heart raced before it calmed, and I turned my neutral gaze back to hers. I hoped my gory story didn't bother her, but I couldn't blame her for not liking it. I didn't.

"That's a good name, both of them," I smiled, glancing at the lump on her side for a moment. I hoped she brought the young one into this world without peril. It bothered me when mares suffered, especially when they were as kind as she was. "Borgoña means burgundy, right?" I questioned. Some of the horses at the torturous place spoke Spanish around me, and I think they used that word at least once. I wondered if she could speak the native tongue of Spanish - she must have been able to because of the name. Perhaps, she would teach me sometime...that is, if she joined me.

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