The {long} lonely {road} [open]

[Elise]

Shiva
The last night you'll spend alone,
I'll wrap you in my arms and I won't let go
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My ears rang with the force of a thousand bells. I felt like I’d been kicked around, beaten, chewed up and spit out. Which, I had really. This would teach me not to mess with older stallions for a long while. I shook my head to try and clear it of the ringing sound, but it just wouldn’t part from my mind. It sat there and chimed harshly making me wish only for an early grave. I hoped I would die of the wounds that etched my body, leaving deep gouges in the curves and dips of my masculine form. My breath heaved from my lungs, causing sweat to perspire acrossed my brow and drip down my Roman skull to drip against the ground. My eyes tried to lock on the world in front of me, but it seemed impossible. My mind was slipping, into that dark place that it should not have been allowed to go. I fought for my consciousness, struggled to keep my heavy lidded eyes open against all odds. My head ached and soon, the ground came flying up to meet me as my great bulk slammed against the ground, shaking it as I landed on my side, gasping for air as everything went black as night.

I was a foal again, almost a year old now. I was running, but from what I didn’t know. Maybe I wasn’t running from anything at all. The look on my face was one of pure bliss, like I’d found my happiness once more and all I wanted to do was reach that euphoria that waited for me just around the bend. My hooves pelted the ground in a rapid fire beat and my ears flicked forward, head held high and proud rather than forward and parallel with my back. I don’t think I’d ever run that hard in my life. I reached that bend and came to a halt as I saw my mother staring down at the little Arabian filly I’d become so fond of. There was a sneer on my mother’s face as she looked up from the filly to glance at me and it only grew colder as she rose in a rear to bring her front limbs down on that filly’s head. Killing her before she even knew what hit her. My heart broke and sank that day. My pale mauve eyes grew ride before I turned and fled, never to return to that place of heart break and pain.

Misty eyes opened once more to look at the blades of jade hued grass. My heart was beating far too fast and it was wouldn’t slow down no matter how many slow, deep breaths I tried to take. I rolled up from my said, tucking long, heavy limbs under my body. My head was still throbbing and I couldn’t focus my eyes on anything, but I could tell that my wounds had stopped bleeding, for now anyways. They were matted to my coat and slightly sticky in places, but otherwise I was going to be fine. I just needed to get cleaned up, but I couldn’t seem to motivate myself to rise from the ground. Not yet at least. I knew I was thin compared to other horses my size. It was just; I was running, always running. Stallions found reason to dislike me. Maybe it was because I was a rare beauty, but I wasn’t a mare. I attracted more attention than I needed to attract. I never found peace, I never had a place to rest and now, my wary head just wanted to lie down. I didn’t even have the strength to eat.

Pain raked my body with each shift or movement I took. My once shiny and clean coat was dull and matted with blood. What would happen if I just laid my head down and went to sleep? I’d probably die, but I didn’t have the energy to keep moving anymore. Not right now. I bowed my head and lipped lightly at the greens under me, pulling up a few blades and eating them. I knew this wouldn’t be enough and that I needed to eat more. I tried listlessly to eat more, but there was no motivation behind it. None at all.

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Words -- 714
Notes -- None
Muse -- Good

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[Heaver]

Violin
its the beauty you cannot hear

Standing near the river’s edge she couldn’t help but be fascinated by the way it flowed ever so evenly never faltering, creating a safe environment for the few organisms that called the body of water their home. Even though they did not work her audits were flipped forward hunting for a sound that would never come, she knew how running water sounded it was melodious washing over all equine that passed by, it was a constant. No matter where one went the noise of the water was heard, well those who still had their hearing. She closed her eyes imagining that she still could hear, if she concentrated just enough she could pull it from her memory and for a moment she could hear the water running a few feet away. A stinging sensation on the left side of her body brought her quickly back into reality, bearing her pearls she quickly bit at her side attempting to rid herself of what she could only guess was a pesky insect born to drain the blood of any life-form that was close enough to be deemed dinner. Putting her concentration back on the water for a moment, she knew that she needed to continue her journey, she had taken an easy pace trying to memorize the landscape, more or less where all the pretty flowers lived. It was easier for her to appreciate visual beauty rather than be gloomy about the sense she didn’t posses.

Lowering her dial down to he water she drank her fill, relishing the cool liquid lubricating her dry throat greedy for more not knowing when she would come across more. This journey was the first that her virgin legs had taken and a mental note told her that this would be the last, she was a girl. She didn’t like the sweat she was covered in, she hated the dust that flew up and covered her nostrils causing her to cough and snort to rid herself of the dust. What made equines have a desire to travel was lost on her and she had no desire to travel enough to find pleasure in it. With a soft groan she coaxed her legs from their comfortable position near the water, she needed to continue. This was by far the longest and farthest she had ever been away from home, looking back she had been traveling for half a year trying to find out what this world really was. It was a grave dissapointment she had yet to meet another equine though she had avoided all equine scents. They never smelt right, they were odd and she still had no desire to meet an odd equine. Swinging her small dial from side to side letting her eyes take in all the information they could, she did this often out of both habit and need. Without her ears she had limited knowledge on what surrounded her, yes the vibrations the ground gave off were nice to help her move but not nearly good enough.

Pausing her movements half swing she felt a change in the ground, something was near and it wasn’t moving very fast. The smell of blood filled her nares and most of her brain began yelling at her to run, her grey body seemed to come under some other control as she started walking in the direction she assumed the being was. The anticipation was getting to her as she picked up a quick trot though no she was sure not to let a whinny escape her lips. Stopping as soon as the stallion came into view what she saw baffled her to no extent. A tall stallion cloaked in blood, it was dark red not crimson telling her that it had been there for quite some time baking on his skin in the sun. It was as if he didn’t notice his own wounds, he just stood there barely grabbing at the grass. C.ocking her dial to the side her young curiosity got the better of her as she began her slow approach.

She felt as if she was walking on hot lava barely letting one hoof touch the ground before picking up another making the journey between the two quick and quiet. Stopping a good horse length away she wanted to be able to stand far enough away to where she could study him. Underneath the spattered blood was a light coat similar to the color she had been before she had greyed. How amazing it would be to shine with that glorious color than simply be the color of the stones that outlined many hills. Angling her dial in an attempt to catch his eye, she also let a soft cough escape her blackened maw. “Are you alright?” She wanted to edge closer but instead she stood still flicking her audits toward him waiting a reply. The question she asked was simple and would most likely end in a head shake than a drawn out answer which would make it easier on the deaf girl. Then again life had been easy on her so far, no troubles or trials to see how strong or weak she was. Sheltered some called it, some even called it luck. Violin? Oh, well she just called it life. She felt as if she should introduce herself but at the moment it seemed odd, here was a bloodied stallion. He might not even want to know her name

-907-Word Count
sorry I kinda ramble..

Violin
3
Paint Horse.Arabian.Appaloosa.Tiger Horse
Mare
Neutral Dolls

[Elise]

Shiva
The last night you'll spend alone,
I'll wrap you in my arms and I won't let go
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There was this endless void stretching out before me. My head lulled to the side as if it was too much effort to hold it up anymore. My lungs heaved with each breath that I drew in, but my mind couldn’t seem to focus on much. My eyes closed as I continued to lip the grass. Something was calling me though, telling me to turn away from the darkness that was trying to consume me. It wouldn’t do for me to die now, it was wrong for me to just give up. That voice nagged at the back of my mind, demanding that I open my eyes and pay attention to what was going on around me. I flexed my muscles one by one and felt scabbed over wounds pull and resist against my movements. I ground my teeth together in an attempt to stop the sharp stabs of pain that laced my body. I kept thinking to myself that I had to get up. If I didn’t get up, I was sure to die. I just couldn’t get my legs under me or lift my body without feeling like I was just going to hit the ground once more.

My ears flickered this way and that, trying to capture any noises that might reach me. Panic flared hot and cold in my chest, causing me to want to hurry to my feet, though I knew that I could not do it. That if I tried to rush myself, I was sure to cause harm to my body. With great effort, I forced my body to rise, but my head still hung and my body swayed with the slight breeze that blew around me. Nostrils flared and compressed with each hard breath that was swallowed down my throat. I shifted slightly and nearly lost my balance as I stood there, trying to stay alive as best I could. It was impossible. How had my brother survived? He’d suffered far more pain than I, but he was older. I winced at my own weakness. He’d suffered far more than I ever had. Pinning my ears flat to my head, I shifted a few steps forward. The caked on blood cracked and broke with each shift of my body. I turned my head to look at my wounds, but was quick to look away. How vein I was. How much I hated this.

When a mare came into my line of sight, I was quick to lift my head and pin my ears. I was wary, nervous of what this female might do to me. Nothing came though, except a sweet melody of words. My ears lifted from my tangles locks to take in the words she spoke. I drank them in like water. They were the first kind thing I had heard in a long time. No one normally cared about how a poor soul like me was doing. No one asked if I was alright, except her. My kissers parted and a melody of words left my vocals, “I will be. I just need to rest awhile.” A cool, even smile touched my lips as I tilted my head slightly to the side and pale mauve eyes took her in. Something tugged my heartstrings; I wanted to keep this conversation going, it kept me awake and it kept me from falling into misery. “What’s your name anyways? I’m Shiva.” The words came out in an almost child-like manner. Was I really that desperate for someone to speak with? For someone to listen to me? Yes, that was the only conclusion. At least, the only one I could come to at the moment.

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Words -- 612
Notes -- None
Muse -- Good

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