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Post by Snappin' Turtle on Dec 5, 2012 13:53:42 GMT -5
Even though
I don't know
I'm pretending that I do
The chestnut mare led her daughter out of the trees and through the knee high field of green grass. She held her head high though her steps were slow, as if there was a rubber ban tied to her legs and her former island home. Each stop got harder, more forced. She had been enthused, that she was finally going to find a new stallion and a home for Raskin. But, as time went on, she hadnt seen many horses- certainly not any loving stallions.
Where had Storm gone? He said he wouldnt be gone long, but he'd disappeared. Had something terrible happened to him? Where was Arrow? He'd left her too. Mayhem had never even showed up- had birth done her in? Maybe Arrow had gone crazy with grief- he'd seemed pretty haunted. Elodie nickers back to her light bay daughter, causing the yearling to trot to catch up. The canadian mare heads towards the pond and lowers her head to drink, Raskin coming up beside her mother to also take a sip.
Elodie looked around the field, her tail flicking slightly. Wasnt this where she had been when she had met Storm? An ache fills her chest but she shoves it away. She was dead inside, her heartbroken and shattered. She had to be strong for her daughter. Her daughter, who had only met her father through stories and one brief meeting after birth. Raskin knew about how her parents had loved each other, but her question as to where her father was was only met with determined silence.
It's my curse
I can reverse
I'm still waiting here for you
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Post by Swede on Jan 25, 2013 17:53:45 GMT -5
Alastair had promised to help Ranger in his battle against Hunter, however that did not mean he needed to be there constantly. He had spent much of his time hunting down Aria once more, but the mare was elusive as ever. Though the stallion refused to give up, he had forgotten what it meant to be hopeful; even if he did locate her again, he doubted she would have changed for the better. That in itself didn't necessarily matter, but it was definitely a complicating factor, this odd new behavior of hers... still, Aria was his sister, and she mattered more than anything, more than Ranger's war even. He would return when it became necessary to do so, but until then, he had his own life to live, his own things to do.
It wasn't much of a life, though, this constant searching. He had been through this area a dozen times in the past, but Alastair made a point of returning now and then, doublechecking, just in case she came back here. Striding along through the grass now, the flaxen chestnut stallion spotted a figure up ahead. He didn't dare hope it was her, and of course it wasn't; it never was. Moreover, there were two of them, he could see that now as he got closer. Well well well... it didn't hurt to change tack for a while. Perhaps he could do with a little break, slow down and spice things up a little.
"Good afternoon," he said politely as he came within speaking range of the pair of females. "I apologize if I am intruding... it has been a while since I last had company, and your presence aroused my curiosity. Allow me to introduce myself; my name is Alastair. May I ask your names?" Oh, he was a courteous one, almost to a point of being business-like, which wasn't necessarily an incorrect description either. He could be charming, sometimes even romantic, but didn't have much practice at it. He'd romanced a few mares on his travels, but generally their only memories of him were the foals in their bellies and the frustration of their stallions, rather than the wonderful times they had shared together. Alastair was simply too busy most of the time; if Aria had not been such a problem, then perhaps he might be able to claim a mare or two, start a herd, perhaps even fall in love. Alas, such a thing didn't seem to be possible in the foreseeable future.
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Post by Snappin' Turtle on Jan 26, 2013 18:13:55 GMT -5
Even though
I don't know
I'm pretending that I do
The canadian mare raised her head as the words of a stallion reached her ears and she turned to face the flaxen chestnut, both to look him in the face and shield Raskin from him. Elodie couldnt be too sure about the stud, his words were a bit too crisp and ended off. But, appearances were not always as they seem, why not give Alastair a chance? "Of course, my name is Elodie and this is my daughter, Raskin." the chestnut mare said politely, nodding her head to the morgan and stepping to the side slightly to allow the light bay to grin at him before stepping forward, much to her mother's annoyance. "Whats up? Im Raskin, as mom told you, duh. What am I saying." the yearling said, rolling her eyes and laughing at herself as she stumbled to get the words out as her young mind rolled forward.
It's my curse
I can reverse
I'm still waiting here for you |
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Post by Swede on Feb 2, 2013 16:42:16 GMT -5
Alastair nodded in acknowledgement as the mare introduced herself and her daughter. The youngster appeared to be quite the spitfire, and though he wasn't one who tended to show much light-hearted emotion, he had to smile a little. "Lovely to meet you both. Your daughter isn't shy, Elodie, I'll give you that." Looking down at Raskin, he tilted his head slightly as he answered, "What is up, indeed... for me, very little. Some might find my life exciting, but most days are the same as the ones that came before them, and today is no different. It seems I'm always busy doing something, but very rarely actually achieve anything of importance." He snorted softly, rolling his eyes at himself. "But surely you two have a more interesting story to tell than I. What brings you to these parts?"
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Post by Snappin' Turtle on Mar 9, 2013 15:34:18 GMT -5
Even though
I don't know
I'm pretending that I do
The chestnut mare, exasperated with her daughter, huffed slightly. She had enver thought that Raskin would grow up to be such a handful, she'd been such a.. peacful child. Well, not anymore. "That she is not." Edlodie agreed, a light chuckle flowing past her maw. The light bay yearling pricked her ears, listening intently as Alastair answered her question. "I'd love to travel all over, but mom is a bore." Raskin snorted, deftly dodging a nip from her mother. "So swim." Elodie said, nudging her daughter. Both females were dirty from their long travels, and having a yearling underhoof was never a good idea when talking to unknown stallions.
"Well, Raskin's father left her and I with his best friend, who then also disappeared. I waited for as long as I could, and I've decided to find both of us a new home." the canadian mare explained, attempting to keep her voice crisp and business-like though it was hard. Why had Storm left them? He'd loved them, surely something.. dreadful had had to have happened to him for him not to come back.
It's my curse
I can reverse
I'm still waiting here for you |
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Post by Swede on Mar 15, 2013 15:13:16 GMT -5
Alastair snorted softly, shaking his head at the exuberant young filly. "Oh, to see the world is the dream of many youngsters, and don't I know it... I felt the same way when I was younger. But once you've wandered a few miles, seen a few things, it does lose its charm... there is something to be said for a calm and centered life." The flaxen chestnut stallion heaved a sigh, rolling his eyes at the hypocrisy of his own words. He had escaped the humans many years ago, and never stopped moving since. Would he settle down, if given the chance? Maybe. Maybe not. His current life didn't necessarily make him happy, but at least it was something he was accustomed to.
"I'm sorry to hear that. It seems to be a common thing these days, isn't it? Families breaking up, relatives and loved ones disappearing without a trace... and those who remain can only shake their head and wonder what happened, and in the meantime do their best to move on. But where do all the disappeared ones go? What lives do they lead now? Questions that might never be answered, but never seem to go away." He chuckled blithely, and added, "Forgive me if I seem to be rambling. I promise you, I'm not insane; it's just that when one has traveled alone for a long time, the company of others makes the tongue frisky, before the mind can become reaccustomed to choosing what thoughts should remain unsaid. I too have someone vanished, and it has been the chief topic of thought for me as I travel."
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