Still Serching

[Trill Stalker]

Paine
Wondering Where

The fresh sea breeze tugged gently at my mane and tail as I walked slowly over the soft sand of the beach.The sound of the waves lazily rolling up and down the surf lulled my mind so that it was calm for once, in the many months that had past. Six months ago Mercy, my one year old daughter had run away, saying that she needed adventure and ever since I had been looking for her. But as time had progressed, my worry worsened. I had nightmares of predators tearing her to peaces, eating her while she still breathed and stallions taking her without a care for her sanity. The last always had me waking in a cold sweat and a terror filled scream, it was too close of a reminder from my own past.

A small white bird flapped it's wings and flew into the air, out of my way as I continued on. The sun was starting to set, and the clouds that had once been a lazy white were now turning a dark thunderous grey. My heart sank, if it was going to storm here, would Mercy be out of it if she was still alive? Or would she have to bare through it without protection like me?

My head hung low to the ground as the first cold droplets fell from the sky and pelted my dappled grey coat. The wind had also picked up with the storm and was now tugging and pulling at my tendrils sending them into a wild Frey. The waves which moments before were soft and calm were now ragging over the sand, almost touching my hooves.I let out a call, hoping that my daughter was near by and maybe find me before the storm was at it's fullest so that we could find shelter together.

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[glow=green,2,300] Y A R R A M A N [/glow]

The Past Has Come Back to Taunt


The great demon could feel the threat of the storm rolling in, but not on the air like other creatures, but inside his body. It had been the way of the great Yarraman, to follow the storms when they came which was why no one could ever find the great beast for he never stayed in one place for too long. Now that the dappled stallion had a land, and a well, family he was forced to stay in one place for he had made his promise, but he wanted nothing more to run and never look back. When the storm had come over Taunting Marshes, the king galloped out of his realm, he would follow the storm until it left Midnight Acers. He needed to do at least that.

Pillars struck the earth with extreme force, the paths where now flooded and the muddied water splattered the brutes pelt. A deep menacing laugh came from deep inside the stallion; it had been a long time since this part of him was seen. In fact the last time this had happened was when he came to Midnight Acres and claimed Taunting Marshes. As the lighting struck up a head Yarraman stopped short and was immediately on his hind legs, it felt good to be wild again. Now the storm was just a few feet a head of the equine, and he raced ahead so that he was directly beneath it, he would be lucky if he didn’t get struck.

Yarraman had now passed through both Dekera Falls and Zukura Brooke, without even noticing, the mares he passed on the way. Now what other stallion would give up mares just to chase a storm? A stallion that was one with the thunder and lighting, one such as wild and fee spirited as this dappled king. As the storm began to gain strength, Yarraman was consumed totally by the wild would he return? To his surprise he did when the cry of a mare reached the brutes thorns was he distracted from the storm. Why this call when he had passed so many mares only a mere minutes before?

Crossing the barrier into Coco Bay, Yarraman followed the call of the fae, she had sounded as if she was in distress, had she got caught in the caverns? Racing into the lands, Yarraman could see that the storm had not yet hit here but it was gaining speed and it would hit hard. Orbs scanned the area in front of the ocean and he quickly found the equine, which had made the call. Charging ahead Yarraman came behind the mare and pushed her into a dry cave that would not be flooded by the waves. Just as they had entered the cave the storm thundered above them, and the rain turned into hail.

You shouldn’t have been near an Ocean when you knew a storm was coming wench. Especially when you don’t know the area you are in.

The beast had left Yarraman and he was now back to his dark, self. Yarraman’s breaths where heavy, and his words were spoken with a rasp.

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(Lol we have the same amount of words for the post lol)

Paine
Nightmares Do Come True

I hadn't even known someone had joined me on the beach till a worm muscled body was pushing against me, urging me further up the beach. I tripped a few times over my own hooves, at the shear surprise of the feel of the beast. It had been a long time since my own bod had touched anothers, it didn't really know how to react.

Even though the storm was following us, and the air around us smelt of thunder, lighting and mad sea I knew the new horse was a stallion. He just had that deep dusky scent of one that filled my nose and confused my scenes. The rain stopped hitting my pelt and I realised that the brute had taken me into one of the many caves that were placed throughout the land. It was cold and the sound of the ragging storm echoed off of the walls so that I barely herd the stallions uttered words.

I was going to make a smart remark when lightning hit outside and I got a flashing image of the stallions bulk. He reminded me of my daughter so much that my eyes widened and my breath caught painfully in my throat. Instinctively I started to back away from the dappled stallion, he caused my nerve's to stand on end because of the memories that he brought to surface.

Almost three years ago in a cave much like this one, the same stallion that was now standing in front of me had attacked me and changed my life forever. I remember that day with vivid.

I was grazing on the short green grass that covered the small meadow. It was sweet and succulent and met my taste buds with eager delight. Birds sung softly and fluttered through the trees; the suns worm rays pelted my back and wormed my body from the last cold of the night. It was a perfect morning except for when another being joined me in the pasture. I was young and didn't really know how cruel the world could be.

The birds had stopped singing and that should have been my first hint to run, the second worning was the strange aura that followed him like a dark shadow. I hadn't run, instead I had conversed with the stallion he seemed nice enough and I was a trusting fool; I soon found myself following him. I don't really remember it all but I do remember the darkness and the pain.

After that night I was so protective of myself that I could not even stay with my birth band, I had to wonder by myself or watch every one with a fear filled gaze.

I snapped out of my past when my butt hit the cold wall of the cavern, "You bastard!" I screamed at the stallion the same time thunder cracked, it seemed to punctuate my words. I didn't even know his name, and he had also changed over the years, ganning in hight and muscle; but I knew that he was the one who had filled me with insecurity never allowing me to trust another in my life.

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[glow=green,2,300] Y A R R A M A N [/glow]

How can you be punished for something you don’t remember doing?



As the feelings that the beast gave Yarraman begin to slip away he knew that there was mow no hope in rekindling them, even if the storm grew stronger. Thorns swiveled every where but, even if there where other creatures lurking the two equines would never be able to hear them, for any sounds where drowned out by the crashing of the waves. This storm was one of the worst that Yarraman had every seen and he didn’t like the feeling he was getting from it. Now that the beast was gone, the brute was listing to the storm and the message he was getting sent a bone chilling feeling like he had never experienced before threw his veins.

Caution rose in the beast and his mind immediately went to Cocaine and Sophie his family, was something wrong with them? His queen knew the high parts of the marshes and he knew that the bay fae would make sure their spawn was safe, but then what could the storm be telling him? For they where the only two he cared about… unless?. No! Nothing was wrong with them he had trained them well. Hell they lived with Yarraman when he was at his wildest they had learned from the best they had been threw too much. If something where wrong he would know they where the only ones he ever loved.

With a crack of lighting illuminating the sky mixed with the scream of the mare the dappled beast was awoken from his dive into his fears. Yes he has fears, all begins do even when they say the don’t, for when you have no fear you have no will to fight for what you have, and most beings do fight, so therefore they have a fear of losing what they are fighting for, otherwise they would not fight! Turning his dished dial to the wench the stallion gave her a look of extreme anger. Who the hell did she think she was? After all he had saved her from a sure death and now she was calling him a bastard…. Well, the bitch had it coming back at her.

Pricks, laid parallel to Yarraman’s arabain chiseled skull, his eyes once a deep blue now held the color of the devils eyes. Rearing the brute’s pillars lashed out at the mare, he made sure he did not hit her but, his strikes where close enough to make her fear that he would. Coming down to the ground with a booming thud that would have been herd had it not been for the storm, the dappled equine stepped closer to the wench, and she held fear in her eyes.

Well, psychotic are we? I have just saved you, and you call me a bastard. Now surely that is not the way of the neutrals, I should know I had many as slaves.

Reaching his neck towards her, Yarraman took in her scent to see if she had been one of his slaves back when the brothers ruled together, but it did not register. The beast had no idea who this psychotic wench could be, but he did know that Sophie would have fun with her.

So, wench what name has been given to a psycho such as yourself?

Vocals where even as he mocked her and demanding an answer and if he did not receive one, he had no problem shedding every last drop of her blood. Yes the great king was in a killing mood tonight.

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[Trill Stalker]

Paine
My Name and How I Feel

<sup>The stallion was crowding me in, pushing me back up against the side of the cave with his dominant presence. It reminded me of that first time I had seen him. psychotic are we My ears pinned back against my scull as his words sunk in. He was calling me crazy! "You beast, your are the one who has made me Psychotic!." Did he not remember me? That night he had stolen everything away from me. Another words captured my attention Slaves. The worst part about it was it had been plural. "You disgust me in a way that no one ells has ever accomplished."

The Dappled grey reached out his nose and took a deep sniff of me, I recoiled in disgust. "This psycho's name is Paine, but the true question you should be asking is what your daughters name is." With Mercies thought sweet in my mind a tear is retched from my eye. I blinked it away annoyed, now was not a time to show weakness. This stallion in front of me was huge, bigger then when I had first met him. His muscles were more defined against his dashing pelt and his facial features were more pronounced from age. His voice was deeper as well along with his eyes which hid unspeakable disasters. The outer changes meant nothing though, he still held that presence of importance for him and no one ells. I knew he was still a Narcussis.</sup>

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[glow=green,2,300]Y A R R A M A N [/glow]

The storm was finally dying down, but the wind was still crazy, and apparently so was this wench. Yarraman pinned back his auds and lashed out at her, and pawed the ground with his foreleg. Who did she think she was? Hell who did she think that he was? She was ranting like some rabid beast; she clearly had him confused with someone else. Backing out of the cave the brute was on his way to leave. But at that moment the fae made a deadly mistake. She had brought up Cocaine… how had she known about her? It seemed as though she was threatening his princess. Charging forward Yarraman plowed into the mare’s small frame. Don’t you ever threaten my daughter again wench. This is my one and only warning. You’re lucky I just saved you from the storm otherwise I would kill you. His tone was deep and demonic and his orbs seemed almost black. Spinning on his haunches, Yarraman caused dust to fly and he hoped that it had hit the fae in the eyes. As Yarraman excited the cave his frame became engulfed by the black of the night.

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