Post by puck on Oct 6, 2006 18:09:27 GMT -5
[/i] But I can't seem to do anything right. Mauvais muttered in a depressed way. Why was he feeling such? Why was it that this was messing him up so much? I love you too, Her words were his comfort and they seemed to make him feel much better. Or did they? Ah, he couldn't tell anymore. You aren't stupid, Dela. You accuse yourself of so many things. But you aren't. You aren't a handful, nor are you stupid. Mauvais managed a smile and pressed his muzzle to her neck again. Ventisca's hooves hit the rock and they made him alert. Scrambling to his feet he quickly asked the beautiful mare for a moment of her time. Of course, she obliged. I'll be back. The confused stallion shuffled on after Ven, her pearly white coat easy to see in the darkness that surrounded them. Rain pattered lightly on their backs, and his worry continued on. Ciro could barely be seen far off in the river. I'm coming soon, my sweet. The whisper was pulled away by the wind and lost to the air. On either sides of them stood the large pine trees, their needles brushing against his coat as he moved past them. I'm... I'm sorry.[/i] I am too. Mauvais shook his head, continuing on then. Ventisca's voice was calming as she replied to all that he had said and the fire rumbling inside cooled. It's good advice, thank you. I'll try my best. I just hope she'll listen. Thank you. I'll.. I'll meet you in the cave, hopefully with Ciro. Before turning around, Mauvais noticed something within him. I just realized something.. I just realized that I need her to be happy. I need her happy. Now all he had to do was talk to Ciro. All that was left of him.
- uno NAME - derrena
- dos NICKNAME - puck
- tres BREED - paint bred
- quatro AGE - three to four years
- cinco COLOR - sorrel 'splashed'
- six HEIGHT - roughly fifteen hands
- seven PERSONA - a little deranged, insecure, scared to death of any stallion, impatient at times, very compassionate, romantic, sweet as sugar while other times sour as lemon, mood varies from day to day
- nine HISTORY - not quite sure yet.
- ten SAMPLE - see below.
Go away. Some deep voice spat. Mauvais blinked, his soft hoof beats hitting the loam with ease as he trotted quickly. Water lapped at the lake's shore in a demure way, all of it was pleasant. Except for that one little lump there. The bay was confused, but bemused at the same time. Why? This is my land, after all.. He trailed off, approaching the lump. It was a roan stallion, he saw, sprawled on the mud. His coat was matted and dirty, unkempt. The other looked at him, clearly embarrassed. Sorry.. Thought you were someone else. Mauvais watched as the stranger got to his feet and staggered forward a few steps, then catching himself. He watched as the shoulders of the stallion went upwards in a shrug. Mauvais' brown eyes followed the bulky figure of the stranger as he walked past. I'll go. The other paused, thinking. Mauvais waited, expecting him to say something wise, but the stranger seemed to be waiting too. The handsome bay turned to face the stranger, lifting a brow at the odd air about him. I'm Vapor.. the water watcher. Or, at least I was. Vapor offered with a sigh, turning as well so the two were face to face. Watcher? Mauvais simply stared. I'm Mauvais, He replied slowly after a while, uncertain. A pause. Was your herd stolen by another stallion? Vapor looked at him like he was an alien or something of the sort. Er.. No. I quit. The bay almost laughed, though, noticing the look on the roan's face, quieted himself. Quit? He repeated, shaking his head back and forth in question. There was silence as the roan seemed to be laughing, but at whom? Such a puzzling lad. Yeah. Vapor half smiled. Hey.. I thought.. maybe.. If you wanted it, then er.. The older stallion trailed off, waiting for Mauvais to say something in response. When he didn't, Vapor continued on. I thought I found your scent around there.. You had your eye on it, right? Mauvais nodded slowly in reply. He was a lone stallion, what could he do with a beach? A huge beach at that! Yes.. You're just giving it away? What about the mares? Mauvais asked, puzzled. Vapor shook his head. Hell, they won't care. Most of them don't know me well anyway.. The ones that do either hate me or just.. yeah. The bay took some time to think it over, grinning faintly. How could I refuse? You.. you can take this place, if you wish. A last look was given to the grand shore of his latest terrain. It was a beautiful place, but it could never compare to a big, beautiful beach. I'll be off.. Good luck, Vapor. Mauvais dipped his head in respect for the elder stallion, and practically skipped off from the spot, mud flying up from his hooves. Though, one thing left in his mind. Vapor had seemed tired. Weary. Could it be he was... dying? Mauvais would never know. He'd left the roan there with nothing more than a parting word. One last look was given as he danced away, and he saw the roan had returned to first spot, looking at his reflection in the clear water of the lake. Mauvais mulled it over in his mind, then dismissed it. Vapor would be fine. Good luck.
Fear. Sadness. Anger. How could he feel all those things? Each emotion was bottled up inside, some more than the other. He was supposed to the rock, the one any of his beloved mares could lean on when needed. Though now, it seemed like only two of them were actually on his side. What kind of side did he even have though, Mauvais thought, chewing his bottom lip. Delaya was beside him, speaking her words of wisdom. He was lost, heartbroken. Why now? Why again? He loved them all so dearly, didn't they understand? In the back of his mind, he thought of how much he had said to Ciro. Ciro, I really do mean everything that I've said... I would never lie to you. Of course he wouldn't! Mauvais shook his head, snorting. Delaya, I.. I know she's feeling betrayed. But why? She should know I'd love her no matter what, and I try my best to take care of all you. Why can't she see that? Brow furrowed in confusion and frustration. Dela's soft voice carried to him, explaining the little details of her past. Everything can just be messed up by one mistake it seems, Mauvais mused thoughtfully, looking up at the cave's ceiling. You just have to find salvation and go with the flow, right? He paused in his ramblings, releasing a sigh. The mild air of spring embraced the two and he felt envigorated, but his spirit was simply dampened. Torn. No, you are doing nothing wrong, nothing at all.
His heart beat with nerves as he left Ventisca, the familiar needles poking his sides as he trotted away from the clearing. Ciro... The name left him with longing. He'd finally figured out the problem of why he felt so low. Because he'd left her out. He'd left her alone, like he had with Vapor. There had been worry in his mind ever since, over just the simplest thing. Vapor hadn't meant so much to him, had he? It didn't mattered. All that mattered was the safety of her. At last, the caramel and powdery white splattered form of Ciro came to view, her back facing him. Mauvais contained his ecstasy in finally seeing, finally having some alone time to explain everything to her. Maybe even give the title of Alpha of Baraqua. Was he ready for that? Could Baraqua finally have its queen? Was she even cut out for the job? Maybe. Maybe not. His words were uttered with the most feeling he could muster, wishing he knew how to express how much he felt for the wonderful mare. The first fem of his lonely mountain. Steps were slow and cautious as he neared her. The cold water was numbing, but he welcomed the sensation. It faintly reminded him of the lake, and once more of Vapor. As he spoke, quietly, there was something throbbing within him. That pain, that worry, that she just wouldn't understand. That she wouldn't believe. His suspicions were confirmed as she spoke, turning away from him. Mauvais released a sigh. I can see that you didn't really mean the words you said, I can see it in your eyes that you don't really love me. You are only saying it to make me feel better. He exhaled sharply, aghast. How can you say that, Ciro! The bay exclaimed, his face contorted with even more hurt. How can you? I told you that I'd never lie to you. And I'm not. I would never lie to you. Why? Why must you think that of me? His words were full of pain, and they were strained. Each syllable was filled with emotion. How could she not see that? But the small paint was quiet, and he couldn't see her face at all. That's all he wanted. To see her happy. I could never leave you, though, even if you didn't love me back. I will always love you and I just can't leave. Mauvais took it all in, letting out yet another sigh. Please, don't feel this way. I'd be miserable for the rest of my life just to see you happy. That's all I want. It's all I need. Mauvais closed his eyes, thinking. The moon shone its silver light on the rippling water, the rain still pattering. Ciro, please. Listen to me. You were the first. You intrigued me from the start. I said I thought I loved you, and by now, I know! Oh, Ciro, how much I know now! I knew since that day when you said you loved me. I knew it then. I know it now. I love you so much, so much that it's making me stand here.[/color]
The river cut through the forest, snaking all around like some sort of twisted rope. The young stallion had been born near a river, a big part of their land. He smiled faintly, recalling how his sire, Vent, would always lecture him about the vast river they lived near. The water sustained all life.. His mother had always grumbled about how much they both loved the river. She was a dark, cold and mean, with a pelt of ebony. She had pale, glinting eyes, and Mauvais hated her. She rejected everything around her.. The country, the society of their herd, the language. If you hate it so much, you could always go back there. His tone was joking. She would purse her lips, looking annoyed, but start laughing. He knew she could never go back.. So much had changed so those times. Only two years had passed since his birth and they had traveled to a different place, a big forest land. Mountains.. All that sort of stuff. The Alps, it was called. Chat liked it, Mauvais didn't. He longed for water.. And power. Yes, lovely power. Chat was much the same. They liked to be in control. So clever, so beautiful. Deadly combinations, leading up to something bad. Chat and Mauvais would always plan. Such lovely little plans, they made. Chat went first, eager to find a place in the land they'd heard so much about. Mauvais had things to settle, he came later. In fact.. He had only arrived a few days ago, rested in his lake, then found Vapor. And here he stood, on a riverbank. Abruti.. Waiting for moi? She laughed. He turned, smirking. Oui.. Where have you been? Were you claimed? She nodded. Oui.. By a strange little thing. Chat shrugged, grinning at her brother. He frowned. But I thought you were going to live with me. He said lightly. He knew how she felt about it, the way their lives had entwined together. But still.. Non, you know I want nothing to do with you. At least, not that way. She turned away. He shrugged. Fine. I'll be wandering.. around here. Until I find a mare.. The petite filly bobbed her head. Au revoir, souer. He called out lazily, watching the water. She grinned, turning and heading off. Au revoir, frere. And she was gone, leaving him alone with his thoughts. Might I say. You may be here the same reason I am..Though I have none really. He blinked, glancing down the river a few yards. A roan mare was standing there.. He looked down, lowering his head and taking a quick drink of the cool water. His ears perked as he heard her speak. He lifted his neck, cocking his head to one side. Neither do I, so I guess we are. He smiled oddly, liking the idea of a mare who didn't press herself through formal greetings right away. Instead, another question. He stepped back from the river, not saying anything for now. He'd wait for some kind of response from her. Ah yes.. Then I believe we have something in common. She said in a relaxed tone. Name's.. Err.. Velvet Rain. But please.. Call me Rain. Mauvais smiled. Mauvais. Enchante. He said it lightly, not thinking. He frowned. He had to remember. He wasn't talking to Chat. That is.. Pleased to meet you. He smiled again, wondering if she found him odd. Probably. Grin faded. He looked at her, waiting for her to speak up again. In the meantime, he followed her gaze to the river, liking this place already. Pleasure.. Rain replied with a grin. I am thinking of gathering a herd.. Would you like to come along? He responded, grinning wryly. I'd be happy to join you.. He smirked, looking over at her. She wanted to follow along.. He nodded. All right then. He said easily. Follow me. And he turned and started off. She followed with ease, in an effortless canter that mirrored his own. Off they went.[/right]
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