♠ a w a y from here

[m a b ♣ || delphina]

called m a b / d e l p h i n a

cursed f a e s

crayoned s t e r l i n g / e b o n y

aged f o u r / n o t y e t o n e

d a r k histories

b o r n introverted, quiet, observent / energetic, curious, pushy



s a m p l e :

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<sup>Mab had always wondered what it would be like to leave home. She hadn’t given herself much choice in the matter, one way or another. It was entirely predictable that the one time the collected, regal little princess lost her temper, it would lead to banishment. Not to say she had stayed long enough to collect her punishment; oh no, she knew well enough what she would be forced to do once she was discovered. As a matter of fact, she probably would have been worse off. Her lungs burned for air, her chassis heaving with each stride as she continued to run. She had always run from her problems and she hated herself for it. To run was cowardice. To pretend it had never happened... that was an entirely different situation. The essa wished for nothing more than to let it all go, to forget the life she had once led, to forget Kearney completely. But she knew in her subconscience that she didn’t have a choice; it was a burden she would always carry with her, a burden that would always effect the way she felt about the world around her. That burden, that most loved and adored burden, cantered beside her, tiny occulars observing everything. Mab had sworn she’d never be numb. Because of him, she had no other option...

“Come on, Mab, catch up!” The mirth in his voice fed the fire in her chest and her appendages pumped ever faster. If she hadn’t been so out of breath, she would have laughed. Oh, how she loved him. Young and foolish though she was, Mab was certain there wasn’t another feeling in the world like being with one you felt for as strongly as she felt for Kearney. His vermillion jacket relfected the sun’s rays as daylight rose vertical upon the atmosphere, marking midday. As they continued up the mountain, Mab could feel her heart beating more and more quickly, provoked by the anticipation within her. Finally, she watched as the brawny form of the brujo slowed gradually to a halt. Casually, she mirrored his actions, watching him for a split second before looking out beyond her. What she beheld nearly stole the breath from her. Scores of miles of gentle and beautiful rolling plains stretched out before them, empty, inviting, and beautiful. The horizon framed the scenery perfectly, giving it just a touch of sprightly appeal. Where they were, she could not say. All she knew is that she felt she was born to be here, wherever here was. She found she could not say a single word, until she felt the light brush of his maw against her serpentine and heard his gentle speech. “I’ll give you the world, Mab. All of it. Just say the word.” Her jade orbs met his sapphire ones and she reached forward, nibbling one of his zeniths affectionately. “I do not need the world, my love. I only need you.”

But he gave her everything anyway, everything she’d ever dreamed of. He would have granted her a child, if things hadn’t gone so terribly wrong. Her eccentricity, once shown, had never benefitted her. With sweet parting words, they had told one another they would meet . . . meet to join and create life. It was all Mab had desired. She reached their designated meeting place early, kicking up her heels and swishing her hock kisser in excitement, overcome with lust for her lover. The foliage from behind her rustled, accompanied by heavy footfalls. It could only be him. A delighted squeal escaped her parted maws and she fell still, not daring to look at him until she could feel the heat of his presence upon her flank. “Kearney, I . . .” But she faultered as she looked back. Behind her was not her love, but instead, a great black steed she knew not by name but only as a renegade from a neighboring terrain. She screamed in terror as the hessian mounted her, kicking furiously at him as she continued to screech, crying for help, for Kearney. The chestnut brute crashed through the trees into the clearing, trumpeting a war cry as she reared at the opposing equine. The ebonite charger wasted no time in retreating and Kearney was at Mab’s side in an instant, nuzzling her and speaking words of comfort to the trembling pixie. There was no changing what had happened. Her child had been planted by a stud she didn’t even know. With a swollen barrel, she lived her life for the next months, the air around herself and her love growing more and more stale as the days rolled by. He didn’t acknowledge the fact that she was with foal; he never spoke of it, not even when she attempted to bring it up. It was as if it had never happened, until the day she foaled.

The first moments with her child were the most wonderful of her entire life. Mab found she could entirely forget the fact that Delphina -- as she had called her -- wasn’t Kearney’s child, even though the babe had a coat like soot. The flicka looked up at her with soft mahogany eyes and Mab fell entirely in love. This was what she was meant for, she decided at that moment. She was meant to care for this little one. She cleaned the membrane off her child gently and with the greatest of love, whispering soft words to her. The filly squeaked every so often, moving closer to her mother and the warmth she provided. Soon, Delphina was standing on long, wobbly pillars and taking her first steps into the world. Oh, she couldn’t wait to show Kearney; she knew he would be so compassionate as to adopt Delphina as his own. She was oh so very wrong. At that moment, Kearney came through the trees, snorting at the sight of the fawn as he came to Mab’s side. “We must rid ourselves of this obstruction.” he informed the doe blandly. “They have all believed it was mine, but now that it has been born this painting, it must be disposed of. We can’t have this shame.” Mab started, backing away from Kearney in shock. Kill her child? Never. “No, no, I will take the blame. Don’t touch my little girl!” she pleaded, placing herself between the stallion and the infant. “Mab, it must be done. Think of us!” The belle shook her head, the anger setting in as he began to ingress toward the juvenile. “No! You will not touch her! She is mine, Kearney!” He dove for the foal anyway, disregarding all his lover’s pleas. A mother’s instincts, however, are hardly shabby. She reached the flicka first, rearing above him as he snaked his nape down toward the sappling. Mab’s daggers returned not to earth, but to the cracking of her love’s skull against it. In a moment, he was dead, dark blood pooling around his dial. Mab backed away, staring in horror before looking around the clearing, terrified. “Come.” she murmured to Delphina. The youth complied promptly and they ran . . .

What brought them here was pain and love. Mab had killed adoration for an affection she couldn’t begin to describe. As she watched her daughter beside her, however, her heart knew why she’d had to protect her so fiercely. Finally, the elder slowed to a halt, a bit more gracefully than her child counterpart. Swishing her tiny banner, Delphina stepped forward, observing the land with wide, curious eyes. It seemed nice, she decided promptly, kicking up her heels and cantering a clumsy circle around her mother, whinnying shrilly. It had taken them long enough to get here. The flicka couldn’t help but wonder how long they were going to stay, if they were going to stay at all. Her mother seemed slightly more at ease than in the past. Delphina couldn’t be entirely sure. As the months of her childhood had raced by, she’d forgotten why they were running in the first place. Infancy, as it did for all, had escaped her memory. Many times she had asked her mother about it, but her dam refused a story, claiming that in later years she would relate the tale of Delphina’s birth. The babe had finally learned to accept it.

But what would they do now? It was the question running through both their minds now. What were they doing here? Would their new life finally begin?</sup>

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{ ohohsee; Can I use this as my claiming post as well, pretty please? And I hope that was enough foal perspective! I didn't want to make it seperate, as it didn't flow as well. }

[Astraia]

Yeah, the foal perspective is fine. And we welcome you to recycle if you don't want to make people wait too long!

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