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Post by rayvencullen. on Jan 25, 2009 17:56:15 GMT -5
ADELINA
THIS PAIN IS JUST TOO REAL. ; ; This place was so different then her old home at Taunting Marshes, and it kinda made her want to hurl. TM was so, hell-bent and this place was kinda like the dark heaven! It was sickening, even to a neutral like her, but atleast she had her immedient family here, that psychotic yet sane second in command Nautical. She was sure Riku had felt her wrath, but in turn there was nothing he could do about it, she had already left her mark in his skin, maybe - possibly - even scars. And the work Nautical was doing, a smirk rose on her kissers. But other then her steady breathing all was silent, a few caws of the winter birds and the occassional howl of the wolves. Alone she stood, and she was never alone - Nautical had taught her that. Somewhere in the thick underbrush that was called Black Lake, the half-blind, half-insane chestnut essa was hiding, keeping an ever watchful eye on her homeland and more importantly, her akhal-teke sister Adelina. But the blue roan overo mare moved outwards, heading towards the lake at a slow pace, almost a saddened pace, she knew she was somewhat captive in this place, but the key out was that insane mare she grew to love. Nautical, come out of hiding. I sense you out there, she whickered lowly, almost in a snarl as her refined crown turned to watch the pair of ambers glinting micheviously out of the shadows before the chestnut appeared, a sly smile playing her facade. Fine, you caught me sister. she answered, a pout crossing her features as she noticed the saddened look that played the smaller mare's crown. What, is something wrong? Did Riku do something? Okay, if Riku did something, do you really think he'd be out somewhere else? Aside from that, did she really think she couldn't defend for herself?
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Post by `anntho on Jan 25, 2009 18:50:33 GMT -5
Marluxia:: Who's this boy?[/center][/color]
I glanced back behind me at the dark grey yearling, he was eyeing me back with a hard, guarded glare, another meany in the world, wonderful. Turning back around my ears fell to him as he spoke to me for the second time on our trip. Where's Adelina? His voice was quiet and I had to strain to hear it, making me pause and look back at him again, this time, his emotions were on his face. He was anxious, and hurting. Adelina must of meant alot to him. I think she's just up ahead....by the lake I murmured back to him before turning around again and lurching into flowing canter, leaping a branch or too, hearing him right on my tail, until two fimilar mares came into veiw, his pace slackened, mine kept up. Adelina!! Someone wants you! I called, slowing into a springy trot as I neared her, extending my neck out towards her in a friendly greeting, before turning to Nautical and giving her a timid smile, my ears flattened sideways respectfully.
radon
mum? i had a nightmare...
His gaze narrowed at the pink tinted brute, a snarl creeping up onto his face at the first sight of him, but as they traveled through the dense forestry, he had grown used to it, and now his mind was elsewhere. Zooming away at the speed of sound, reaching out to his earliest memories, he knew she was his mother, just by her fimilar smell. But would she remember him after all the years they'd be apart? He hoped so, in some corner of his mind, it would make things so much easier. He was shaken from his own thoughts when the other yearling looked back to him again, reading his now open expression. Pulling his face away stubbornly he leapt into a canter as soon as the other did, shortening his stride considerably, afraid of his Mother's reaction, of his Aunt's when his Mother ran back to her original home befoe Midnight Acre's to tell the whole family, her little boy, who she'd abandoned was alive. But did she really abandon him? Could he beleive a word his Father had told him?
A snarl suddenly appeared again and he pulled to an aburt halt just on the edge of the forestry. Confusion, anger, and hurt pulsed through him, he was supposed to be stronger than this, but it wouldn't stop, not after Cocaine left and never came back, he didn't want to be by himself anymore, he wanted his Mother's company, no matter what she said, he knew she'd always love him, despite her action. A split second choice and he fallowed after the black yearling, his gaze sliding from the other mare - who, little known to him was his aunt, back to his Mother, his muscles tensed and his mind freezing, as he stood a few yards off and watched her.
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Post by rayvencullen. on Jan 25, 2009 19:29:29 GMT -5
SUDDEN IMPULSES :: The smaller mare couldn't help but roll her blue-tinted opticals in disgust before a snort came from her nares, creamy pelt twitching as she stepped forward to scent at the sky. "Riku wouldn't dare hurt me," the voice was light, feminine yet low and demanding; the unique sounds belonged to the paled essa Adelina, and the chestnut bitch that was standing just a few feet off was none other than second-in-command Nautical. Nautical was just two points above dear Adelina, and her pelt was way different then that of her sisters: her pelt was a bright chestnut and tressels a lighter colour while the smaller mare was a pale gray, almost white colour with black tressels. Yet they were both related, sisters infact they were different. Unlike Adelina, Nautical is insane; schizophrenic perhaps. Riku had found her in the desert talking to a lizard and she claims she'd perfectly sane, right? WRONG. But now as she turned her body at a light angle to face the smaller wench a smile formed on her facade as she spoke, "You're right, Riku won't. But Xehanort might. Y'never know what he's up to."
And almost right after that a call ensued; that of the name Adelina. Both of their heads snapped towards the calling, the gray mare siddling forward slightly to peer around her taller sibling with a snort: "Who's the strawberry?" She joked, raising a brow carelessly before shifting her gaze back towards the chestnut mare, who seemed to have a look of disgust on her face. "I see no strawberry!" She complained; Oh right! Nautical was blind in her left eye, ergo she couldn't see the pink animal. Adelina swung her haunches around to face them curiously while Nautical swung her head around to get a better view of the approuching animals. "Oh! That's Marluxia and .. Radon! What the hell are you doing here Radon!" The chestnut mare screeched, lurching her body forward before coming to a halt at the nip the younger gave her, "Radon is my boy, leave him alone. No need to hurt your dear nephew." SCARE AWAY YOUNGSTERS :: __thezombies, Adelina/Nautical
__thetunes, Candy Shop by 50 Cent
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Post by `anntho on Jan 25, 2009 19:50:57 GMT -5
Marluxia:: Who's this boy?[/center][/color]
At the word strawberry he blinked and looked around. Were they talking about him? Looking back at the mares he tipped his head in a confused fashion until chestnut minx lurched forward, making him scramble out of her way, behind Adelina, only to watch her leave him exposed then, rushing forward to the other yearling with words of boy and nephew. Suddenly it all made sense, and Marluxia's mouth dropped open. You have a son?!?! He squealed in utter surprise, looking between the two greys, trying to find some resemblance, and only then, he did.
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thats me.
As the chestnut mare hurled herself at him, he stood his ground. Squaring his shoulders and pulling his head upwards, ears slitting sideways in a warning gesture, until she stopped and his Mother came forward. I came to find my Mother, Auntie. He murmured, skirting around her to reach his dam, stretching out his muzzle towards her, eyes flitting over her chiseled face in an attempt to make new memories before he would have to leave without her, back to Taunting Marshes, the place she would never come back to. Sighing he bumped their muzzles together, weither she like it out not, inhaling deeply the whole time before turning his head around to look at his Aunt, a sly smirk coming onto his face as he looked between them, arching his neck slightly as to seemly supress his want to brush against them in a traditional embrace, just seeing them would have to do.
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