Lost

[Trill Stalker]

A dark object flew over the land on legs a little too long for it to controll. A stick, with evil intent jutted out of the ground and sent the form through the air and tumbling head over heels to the ground. Dark feathers flew up into the dark night it's beady eyes resting on it's anoyance. The crow let out a single bone shivering call and drifted into the shadows. Something moved on the dark ground, it was the form that had fallen. A mare with lots of leg rolled to her knees, she was shaking with pure torment.

When Mercy had wished on a shooting star for adventure she should have been more specifice. For the past week she had been on her own, no band, no mother for leadership or protection. She had run into a lot of trouble though, a crazed wolf, a hungery cat, a horny stallion. Her body was strained, her eyes were deep set and her rib cage showed each bone. She did not remember the last time she had slept much less stopped to eat.

A twig snapped behind her she shot her head in the direction but saw nothing but shadows. Her heart beating crazily she slowly got to her hooves, her senses were wide oppen. Smelling, looking, listening for something, anything that would be present. Did a dark shape just move to her left? She shook her head slowly, surly she was going as crazy as the wolf that she had encountered a few days ago.

So much had happened that she couldn't realy keep her thoughts from wondering. O how she wished she had her mother here with here still, she would know what to do, she always did. She tried to call for her mother but an animalistic screech was all that came out, she needed to find water and soon.

On shaky legs that were so tiered they were numb moved slowly over the land. Her eyes threatened to close, but she forced them open; the last thing she wanted to do was sleep. Preditores would be all over her in seconds. Her nostrills filled with a moist scent, they must have been really off because her hooves were saoked and she was standing belly deep in a pond that shinned silver from the moon light.

Gratefully she lowered her head and slurped up the cool liquid. The shiveres started - or had they even stopped? - again and Mercy pushed herself around and walked back to shore. A last desperate cry left her throat before her legs buckled, leaving her open for attack from anything.

[nuzzer2]

; J A L I Y A

I was out exploring yet again; it was in my nature to wander when I was troubled. So here I was, wandering, into the first territory where I met my love for the first time – it had almost been a year by now. I still remembered it as if it was yesterday; the nightmares, him – the flash backs of my dead filly, was there a worse fate? I had come thundering at full speed, throwing myself in the cooling lake and then slowly fighting my way to the bank – half dead. That was when he found me, the ghostly stallion – Riku – whom I later fell deeply in love with, unfortunately he didn’t believe in my ways.

My ways? You see, I believe in one stallion and one mare – a couple – yes I’m strange, but hey that’s just me. But fate had intervened, giving Xehanort – Riku’s bad side – control, leaving me pregnant.

Do I regret getting pregnant? No. Two seasons later I gave birth to a wonderful baby filly, my – our - little angel. A smile spread on my lips slowly, I was slowly beginning to accept that Riku was a stallion – a stallion who was king of his lands, and wanted more mares. Did it really matter? I had my dear Einjeru – and I knew Riku loved me, so what was my problem? My train of thoughts came to a halt as a desperate cry reached my ears, was I hearing the past again? The cry reminded me much of myself a year ago, and I quickly set into a canter towards the sound.

At the shore – like me – lay a young mare, she appeared to be unconscious and a worried frown spread on my features. Quickly I scanned the nearby area for predators or any other possible danger, before approaching the mare with caution.

“Are you all right? It’s not safe to lay on the ground”

It was only then her poor shape caught my eye; she was nothing but skin and bone and a low gasp sprung from my kissers. What on earth had happened? She looked like she had not been eating for days – perhaps even weeks, I lowered my soft muzzle to touch her dull pelt – a need to confirm that she was really alive? Or to make sure this wasn’t a vision? I didn’t know. All I knew was that I needed to get this poor thing up and standing, the quicker the better; she wouldn’t last long on the cold shore.

[Trill Stalker]

Mercy's ear twitched there was a presence of another about. Images of crazed preditory eyes filled her minds eye. Her heart beat sped till it felt as though it would explode from her chest. What was behind me? She was not sure that her legs would even stand, much less gallop away from the 'thing' that was slowly comeing closer to her fallen bod.

Words entered her ears, deisoriented from panic, her brain would not work right and Mercy could not make out coherent sounds. Something soft touched her barrel, a surprised scream tore from her throat. She tried to move but her legs would not obay, would she be eaten alive?

Mother you said that you would always be there for me and protect me Salty tears filled her grey orbs as the thought brought images of her mother. where was she?

The wind shifted filling her nostrils with a scent that was familiar and yet not. The smell was worm and almost comforting. Her head turned slowly, her eyes wide with the expectation of the worst. A gasp left her mouth, another horse stood above her pitiful form. Was it like the stallion that she had encountered before? Uncaring and brutal? No this horse did not have the same musculin reek that the other had, this horse had an almost soft scent.

Finaly the words that the mare had enunsiated earlier were translated in her head. She did not know how to reply to the mare, No she was not alrightbut she did not want to say that becuase she did not want to go back to her sheltered life. But yet, with her every movement her body protested and creeked with pain. She needed help, in more ways then one. The mare looked strong and had a powerful presence about her. Would she teach me how to live a life of my own? Slowly she looked around her, there was no one ells about, Did the mare live as a rouge?

She lowered her eyes to the mares chest, she did not like the fact that the mare was seeing her at her worst. "I'm not alright. I need help. The words were barly more then a wisper, and her voice cracked at the end of each sentence. Her eyes fogged as she turned her head back around, the sun was rising. Had I really laid the entire night? With new determination she comanded her muscles to move. After a gut renching moment they did, her left sholder cracked in protest but she made it to all four hooves. Her long legs shook with the strian of keeping her body up.

[nuzzer2]

; J a l i y a


I jumped back in surprise as the mare screamed; then cursed myself for not being more careful – of course this poor thing was frightened! Waking up to someone touching it, and not knowing who or what it is. I kept my distance for a while, I didn’t need the young equine to get scared again; however her low weak words called for the mother instinct in me. Quickly I stepped forward, lining up beside the now standing mare – offering her some support.

“Let’s get you to safety, my love is the king of a good territory where you’ll be safe to recover.”

That was what she needed right now wasn’t it? Rest and safety? I knew Riku wouldn’t mind taking another tormented creature in. I almost laughed, the equines that had joined us so far – well I had only met one but hey – was troubled in some way or another; including myself and Riku. I glanced quickly at the young mare, what was her story? Would she even accept my help? I let out a sigh, perhaps I should introduce myself to calm her down a little.

“I’m Jaliya”

Short and precise, more time to ‘get to know each other’ would happen later – right now it was about getting her to the Black Lake, where Riku could help me with the poor thing. Her future however would be her own, when she recovered, would she leave or stay? I slapped myself mentally, now wasn’t the time to think about the future – focus on the moment, on getting the young female home to safety.[/size]

[Trill Stalker]

(Alright I am changin from 2dn person to 1st...hope you don't mind)

My pelt twitched nervously when the mare brought her body next to mine. She was a worm comferting presence next to me but it still did not calm the nervouse beating of my heart. The night was still in full bloom and even the tree's swaying to the music of the wind made me skitish. The mare spoke and I could not help but flinch at the words. A King... did that mean that I would have to face another stallion? My rump still bore a soar from the last one that I had encountered. But then the mare did say her love, so maybe all stallions were not the same? What other choice did I have? I scolded myself, this was an opertunity that I would never have thought that I would get and I was going to take it. Please lead the way. I dreaded the jurny to her land, feeling was coming back to my limbs and it felt as though thousands of tiny objects were attacking them.

There was a brief moment that I thought about lying to the mare about my own name. She could use the name to find my mother, and although I did miss her deeply the need for adventure overtook. A lie was not a good way to start off a friendship though so the truth rung from her lips. You may call me Mercy. My name was strange I knew that but my mothers was even odder, Paine. Both her parents had been full blooded Darks so I guess it could be natural.

(Just post the responce to this in a thread in the terra that you would like my mare to go to...)