Bum(Homeless) and Blinded(By The Light)

[Trill Stalker]

Vegas
Welcome;; I Would Advise You Young Sir, Disaster Is My Love ;;emocleW

<sup>A twig of some sort broke sending my senses into over drive. The sound had come from my left side, my Bum side. I swung towards the sound, ears erects, nostrils flared and good eye wide. I stood still for a moment, expecting a predator or at least another woodland creature but no other sounds came from the original area. I let out an aggravated snort, my paranoia was getting worse. It had been two years since I had last seen my father, but it seemed like it had only been hours ago. The scar over my left eye was a fresh reminder of what had happened, of things I should have done. An ever remembrance.

I gnashed my teeth together, grinded them. Why couldn’t I forget? or at least start to mend? Looking back to the night with my mother and twin brother, I know that if I had tried to do something then I myself would have been slaughtered along with them. But my own life wasn’t even a runner up to the two’s I had loved. There were still a lot of should have dons that ran threw my mind and it plagued my sleep at night.

I could never stay in one place for too long though, because it scarred me that I might get too attached to something. And it seamed as though disaster followed me everywhere I went; like a darkened shadow. Last year I had wondered into lands that were controlled by a small heard. The equines had been kind, and welcoming; wanting me to join their family. Stupidly I had agreed, I never should have though, for exactly one week after I had been with them a plague had swept threw the lands. It had taken all the other’s lives; I remember standing over the herd’s stallion. He had once been great, a proudly muscled grey beast. He had been greatly accepting towards me; my Bum eye had not been a barrier between us. He had told me that it was a part of who I was and that it added character to my persona. I dared even think myself to have been falling in love with him. But the disease had eaten him alive, starting from the inside, wildling away at his flesh, and then coming to the outside. Taking away first his sight and then his hearing. And I had watched it all happen, it was another horror added to my life.

The rest of the band soon followed; even a little colt that had been just born that season. I’d been unable to do anything; the disease had not taken me with my new home. It had left me a lone like a mocking devil, claiming that he would never allow me a happy moment in my life and force me to walk the earth never to find something that would make reality seem living for. Maybe the devil was waiting for me to commit suicide because it was a form of sin and it would be a last strike on me. I would be sent into the bowls of hell to be ever tortured for that in which I should have done.

The wind shifted bringing my attention back to the now, the air held the strong scent of another horse. I had been walking into another’s land, which was most likely the most devastating thing that could have happened. My heart stopped dead and then picked up in triple time, it felt as though it was going to burst threw my chest in a gory mess and flop to the ground still beating like a fish on land. I wasn’t in the best of minds to deal with something like this; having just gone threw memories of my past.

I was a wonderer, a rouge; never staying in one place for too long. A had a phobia of sorts and by the stench of the stallion I could tell that he was a true brute, pure testosterone ran threw his veins. If I did not leave soon I could and most likely would be held here against my will, it was a last thing that I wanted. For I did not want to bring pain and suffering to anyone again. And if I was to stay then it would surly rain down on my captor, and he would be sucked into the fray that surrounded me like an invisible force. No one should have to go threw something so horrid as that.

Slowly I turned my body so I could take in everything with my good eye. The land I now stood upon was lush and life was thriving all threw out. Even the air seemed to have a pulse. No wonder this stallion had chosen this land, it was perfect for procreation. I lowered my head ears bent forward and listened, I heard nothing that would hint to another being of my size so slowly I started to back away, towards the boarder of the lands. I needed out before disaster destroyed this beauty as well.</sup>

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It was closing in on the early hours of morning, the sun would rise in a few hours and the creatures of Midnight Acres would change places. The nocturnal souls would sleep and the diurnal souls would begin their adventures for the day. Yet there was one soul in Midnight Acres that had been awake for hours. The King of Taunting Marshes, in other words me.

For some odd reason I couldn't fall asleep last night. Perhaps it was because I had finally achieved revenge on Riku, but deep down I knew that wasn't it. My soul was restless tonight and because of it I travled in circles around my terra, hoping to tire myself out.

As my limbs stretched to carry my dappled carcass into a canter I winced. The battel between myself and Jayila had left me with a few painful lashes that would added to me array of scars. My check had a small deep cut but it had started to heel and I was beginning to forget about it. However the wound on my chest was deep and causing pain when I moved at a fast pace, lucky it was also starting to close. And then there was the scar on my front pillar and god it it hurt like a bitch. Every time I hit the ground pain shot through my body, the wound was still bleeding. Sooner or later I would have to make time to stop at Coco Bay and have the salt defect it. But that would have to wait until I figured out why I was so restless. For the last time I had been this way I lost three of my best friends.

It was winter and the six of us where young to be on our own but all that was in thanks to our father. It had been nearly two years since Typhoon the alleged "great king" had banished all the colts from his herd. There had been only two fillies that year and the palomino brute had been afraid that his throne was in jeopardy. And he couldn't have been more right. I had the potential to be 3 times what he was and everyone including him knew. So he banned all twelve colts when we reached one. That was his fatal mistake, thinking that we would die without the protection of the band. Oh how wrong he was.

In my first year of life I had bonded closely with Falken, Drezdar, Zinzabar, Fabio and Black Jack. We where all born with in a few weeks of each other and they held the most promise each of them excelled in different areas together we where a deadly combination. I trained them to fight, to be cunning, to uses their senses, and how to lead. For we had made a promise that we would return and kill the palomino stallion who thought he could kill us. It was late fall and we where all reaching our third birthday.

It was late at night and my com-rads where all sound asleep but for some reason my body wouldn't let me be still. I paced for hours that night, no matter what I did I couldn't tire myself out. I had no idea what was causing my abnormal behavior but I thought nothing of it. I figured I was just hyped up for after winter was over we would be ready to attack. How wrong I was. If only I could foresee what was going to happen.

When the others awoke, we decided that we would take a day off training and wonder. So we split into our usual groups, for even though all six of us where close some of us got along better then others. My group which consisted of Falken and and Zinzabar decided to head for the meadow and see if we could find any mischief to get into. And Black Jack, Drezdar and Fabio went into the mountains. It was the middle of the day and without warning a blizzard came; it wasn't that shocking for after all it was the middle of winter. Never the less Falken Zinzabar and I decided that we would find a cave to take cover in for the night. And once again for the life of me I couldn't sleep. Now I was starting to think that something was going to happen. But good or bad I didn't know. I paced outside the cave all night, and dam was it fucking cold out.

Eventually the snow stopped and the air warmed slightly, allowing my frozen pelt to thaw. But I was in a nasty mood, as was so nicely pointed out by Falken and Zinzabar. I fought with them while we headed back to our small patch of land which consisted of about an acre. However our bickering stopped when we discovered that Drezdar, Fabio and Black Jack where no where to be seen. We called for them for a while hopping that they had just traveled off. But I knew that they hadn't I knew that my two sleepless nights, that the empty feeling in my stomach was trying to warn me of this. Something was wrong with them and I needed to save them.

After an hour or so the three of us followed there scents into the mountains it took us almost all day to find them and what we found was an image that will never be erased from my mind. There had been an avalanche that night and the three of them didn't have time to escape. They lay in front of us frozen where they had taken their last breaths. There was nothing we could do for them now. And I blamed myself if only I had understood that feeling. If only I insisted that they come to the meadow with us. But those where if's and dwelling on if's only made things worse.

I came back into reality as my pillar snapped a twig in half and of course it was with no other limb then my wounded one. The impact of the branch, although small was enough to cause the wound to start bleeding. However I held back my grunt as my nares picked up the scent of another equine. One who was unfamiler to these lands. Now really why did they always think they could just wonder onto my land? I was in a pissed off mood today and intruders, even ones that where mares would not be welcome.

I knew that the duo colored fae had heard my miss step and so I moved quickly away from its origin. I was moving with the morning fog. My pillars carrying me quietly over the dark soil, as far as she knew a deer made that noise. I was ready to pounce on her to draw her blood. When something stopped me. It was that feeling again, but this time it was a good one. Standing still I allowed my deep blue orbs to follow her every move. There was something different about this mare; the way she moved. I watched as she turned her body and I realized what it was. The fae was blind, but you couldn't tell unless you studied her. She carried her self well and the fog of my terra seemed to part as she walked through it. It was like she belonged here. It seemed as though Taunting Marshes had accepted her without my approval.

A smirk spread across my features as she listened for another's movement, but of course she herd none. All my mares where asleep and I was barley breathing. The only thing she would be able to hear was the rustle of the bats as they settled in for the night. Only when she began to retreat did I advance on her. I came to a halt on her good side. There was no reason to spoke her after all. I nodded to her in a respectful manner to let her know she was in no danger. Hello fae. Seems as though you have taken a liking to my terra. Vocals where demonic but not hostile. I am Yarraman ruler of this land.

[/b] I paused, as once again my pillar throbbed. This damn thing was starting to piss me off. I shook the pane off and cleared my throat before speaking again. No since you have come here without an invitation. I find it only fair that you spill your own curse. As I waited for my response, my orbs travled over the fae examining her features. And wondered why she was causing this feeling to return...
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[Trill Stalker]

Vegas
Goodbye;; I bid you adu ;;eybdooG

<sup>My voice caught in my throat as a scream tried to erupt from my vocals. Usually I was not so skittish but the creature -that was now only a few feet from me- had appeared like a ghost. He had made no noise, and no scent had carried to me to worn me of his incoming presence. I shied away from the form of the ghastly, side stepping so I kept him in my gaze. Unblinking I took in the new stallion. He was big, a muscled brute, with a dappled grey pelt that melded with the fog that clung thickly in the air around us. Another thing about the stag caught my eye, he had wounds and they were fresh. One of them was even oozing blood and it dripped down his long leg. A rivulet of red that finally disappeared when it fell to the ground from his knee.

The stallion surprised me with a nod of his head. It had a hole world of meaning, it held respects and a promise of unhurt. I was used to a male being more domineering, So even with that nod of his large head I felt no trust. But how would you feel if your own father had almost sent you into the bowls of hell. I was scarred of dying, petrified even, because I knew that as soon as my soul left my body it would be grasped by Lucifer’s claw like hands and dragged into the under grasps of the spirit world. I would be thrown into the pits of fire to be punished for my sins. To have the flaimes first scorch my skin with blinding heat and then my muscle would literally melt from my bones and then in a puff of retching pain my bones would cease to exist. But my torment would not end there for I would be reborn again to repeat the process, to have my life stolen from me without a chance of hope.

Deep lyrics slithered into my ears, causing a shiver to cascaded down my back bone. My lips parted slightly in surprise, a feeling of…I didn’t know how to describe what I was feeling for I had never experience anything remotely close to it…ran threw my nerves, awakening parts of my body that I had not known could feel. As the rolling voice continued to taunt a feeling out of my body a million images flashed before my eyes. All of them were not of the appropriate conduct of first time acquaintances.

The stallion had stopped speaking, I could only tell you that though because my nerves had stopped their fray and were vibrating at a slower pace. It took me a second to readjust my memory so that I would know how to reply to –the stallion had said his name was Yarraman-. The converse came back to me, humming silently in my ears. Hello fae. Seems as though you have taken a liking to my terra. I am Yarraman ruler of this land. No since you have come here without an invitation. I find it only fair that you spill your own curse. Yarraman –I liked that name, I knew that if I uttered it, the letters a lone would send my body into heaven once again- was the lord of the lands, by his bulk and scarrage I could have guessed at his position even if he had not told me. Although if you took into consideration his words you also could have mistaken him for a warrior or follower. Because was this land not a dark territory? In my past romps with the darks they had been a cruel species, not asking but demanding. Yes I considered myself a dark but that was only because I had killed my mother and my twin brother. And also because every where I went death followed.

My own thoughts came to a halt as I realized that I still needed to let my voice out. I coughed, it was a harsh sound, an embarrassing one. He would most likely think me sick now. “My calling is Vegas.” O nice one there, he has this hole chill worthy speech and yet all you can come out with is a few husked words. To redeem myself I raked my brain for something smart or even sexy to say. Little came to mind besides more of those flashing images. Then everything froze as a past memory came to life. A memory of another life, a life that had made me believe in love and then had me believing in torment. It made me remember a once treasured stallion who looked much like this Yarraman. “And I have wondered into these lands uninvited yes. But don’t ponder it any longer I have discovered the way of the exit.” O My God had I really just spoken those words? Gah it made me sound like I was from the renaissance era. It did not matter though, we would never cross paths again. I took my first step into my morbid future with a wild shake of my head.</sup>

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