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Post by ATLANTIS on May 5, 2012 9:38:04 GMT -5
Atlantis had lived a hard life this past two years. Being born the apple of her fathers eye, Atlantis had known the life of luxury the first three years of her life. Atlantis' beauty made her wanted by every stag that came by the herd. The stag she called her father had a hell of a time keeping stallions from stealing her. Many have tried. Atlantis never did understand what was so special about her. She was of three different shades, which of course Atlantis believed made her desirable. Her pelt was the color of buttermilk cream, and ivory white. Her mane and tail a mixture of white, cream and black. Atlantis had a long intelligent looking head. her orbs the shade of bright hazel. Atlantis didnt have very long legs meant for hard travel, but she was short and stocky. Built for stamina and being able to last a long time. What was so special about her? She had the beauty of her mother and the build of her father. And still the stags came and went. Challenging for the right to steal Atlantis while her father fought them off. Atlantis' mother was a very intelligent old mare, She taught Atlantis everything there was to know about philosophy and about the stars in the sky. Atlantis used to love staying up late and counting the stars. They were a beauty that no one would be able to understand.
When Atlantis turned three there was a suitor that came calling. He was a fierce looking paint stallion. Her father was ready to try and fight him off as well as the rest but he was an old stag now. Atlantis feared for his safety more than anything. Could you say it was love for the stag that drew here away from her family. Maybe. But it was more the thought of being able to experience life outside of her father's grazing grounds. To be able to see the world with nothing but a stallion to tell her what to do. So Atlantis left her family with this large sorrel stallion, not really knowing what she was doing. It didn't take long for Atlantis to realize that she was in way over her head. This stallion already had a herd. His name was Thor and he had a large enough herd to supply two stallions with their own mares. And the stallion was the least of her problems. Thor had chosen a hardy mare as his lead and she was hell bent on putting Atlantis through her paces. If Atlantis wasn't getting beat up one day by a mare Thor was mounting her the next. Atlantis had never seen her father treat her mother like this. Thor treated his mares like they were slaves to do what he wished. Only his lead mare had his heart and his affections. Atlantis didn't like living like this at all. She was used to being treated with respect and she had seen how much her father loved her mother. And it was very clear when Atlantis became pregnant that Thor did not love her, not even a little bit. One of the other mares started noticing that Atlantis was getting larger, and she warned Atlantis about what would happen when she told Thor she was pregnant. But Atlantis didn't listen. Surely he wouldn't kill his own offspring.
When Atlantis told Thor that she was pregnant Thor was furious. Atlantis did not understand. Isn't that the whole point of mating to have a foal? But Thor made it loud and clear, the only mare allowed to hold a foal and carry it would be the lead mare. Or else. Thor chased Atlantis down and pommeled her with his strong front hooves, one scraping across the right side of her face. Atlantis felt searing pain all over her body but could not fight back. Only when Thor believed she was as good as dead did he leave her be. Took the rest of the herd and left. Atlantis was confused and angry. Why did he try to take her from her home just to treat her this way. Atlantis laid there in the grass for several days before trying to get up. It was then and only then that she decided she was going to have the foal if he had survived the beating. She was going to have it and raise it, and never find another stag unless it was for love. And that is where she is now. Atlantis willed herself to survive and she had a healthy little colt. Granted he is a feisty little thing that drives his mother insane most of the time but she loves him dearly. In all of her travels Atlantis had never been to Bosco Lake. When she reached it Atlantis looked around with her bright hazel orbs sensing for any danger ahead. But of course her darned son galloped ahead of her and began galloping and playing in the shallows of the lake. Rhaego don't go far! Atlantis yelled after him. Only to hear him laughing as he continued to play. He was going to be the death of her. Atlantis snorted and walked forward finding a nice juicy patch of grass to graze on while her son played. He would be tired soon.
OOC: finished not sure if i like it though.
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Post by KIRAL on May 5, 2012 10:18:06 GMT -5
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Inky muzzle was lowered to the cool waters as the dark mare stood within the shadows to drink her fill. Her tail swished lazily against her hocks, occasionally sweeping up to brush her flank on one side of the other. Auds swiveled to and fro as she listened to the gentle hum of insects, her pale optics half closed as she enjoyed her drink and moment of peace. Finally Kiral lifted her head and stepped away from the shoreline, her attention intent on something else. Both ears stood at attention as she listened in silence. She was certain she had heard someone calling out; an attack perhaps? No, no, the voice had sounded worried. Perhaps a lost mare looking for her lover or maybe a mother looking for her foal.
Her question was soon answered by the splashing of water from across the lake and to her left. Her gaze trolled across the opposite shore until it settled on the bright red and white form of a young colt romping through the shallow waters. Taking another step back she did not seem to care as her hind hoof landed on a stick, the crack was sharp but by no means overpowering. Her sides heaving in a deep inhale the ebony mare scented the gentle breeze, seeking out the dam; the wind told Kiral all she needed to know the other mare was close but not in sight.
Nickering a greeting she knew it was better to announce her presence in a manner that would not distress the unseen mother. The wandering mare had no interest in confrontation with either the foal or the dam. "Hello there little one." her voice was soft, but the tone was flat and emotionless. It gave the dark mare a cold and distant air about her, one that matched the pale eyes that flicked from the foal to the surrounding area and back again. "Don't stray too far from your mother's side. There's monsters out here." Kiral was not one to lie, though she had no qualms with stretching the truth. She had indeed stumbled across a kill much earlier in the day long before reaching the serene lake who's bank she now stood upon; it was cougar she was certain from the way the body was left. And while the worry she felt wasn't entirely genuine, Kiral certainly didn't want the wrath of the distraught mother to fall upon her for doing nothing to warn the little frolicking colt.
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Post by ATLANTIS on May 6, 2012 12:53:15 GMT -5
Atlantis was lost in her own thoughts as she watched her son play. The thought of Rhaego, and how he came to be only brought her pain. Atlantis was so angry with the stag she believed she loved. What is love anyway? Atlantis had never really known what the word meant. Bright hazel orbs looked at her son frolicking before her and all her questions were answered. Her little boy was only a couple of months old now. But he meant the world to her. Rhaego was named after her brother. He had been kicked out of the herd once he had gotten old enough to breed, but when Atlantis and her brother were younger they were inseparable. So it seemed like a good name for the son that lit up her world. If she could smile she would have smiled then. The small little mare had hell getting him into this world and now he was hell bent on making sure she stayed in hell. Rhaego seemed to know that he was distressing his mother, he enjoyed playing with her. Atlantis could read the thoughts of others around her but for some reason she could not read Rhaego's thoughts. Atlantis was led to believe that her son had the same ability as his mother, just hasn't really pronounced itself yet. Atlantis snorted as she lowered her head back to the grasses that would sustain her belly for hours. Atlantis knew they better not stay in one place for too long. Auds listened to all the little sounds around her, the rustling of the grass, the birds in the trees. There wasn't any danger here. At least not at this time. The scars on Atlantis' face were a constant reminder that dangers were where you least expected them.
Rhaego was completely oblivious to his mother's worries. The sorrel and ivory colored colt believed he was fire in the sea of grass. His little head could barely reach above the grass, which seemed to add to the little one's imagination. Rhaego had begun to notice some things within his mind but he had yet to fully understand them. Rhaego knew he was just a baby. That he needed to stay close to his mother, but Rhaego could sense things. He seemed to know whether someone was a threat to him or not. Rhaego snorted at the thought of his mother. Atlantis had often spoke of her ability to read minds, but apparently she didnt use it very well. She was always getting in the way of Rhaego's new friends. It didnt matter who it was, they were bad for Rhaego. Rhaego snorted and reared into the air in frustration. But was immediately satisfied when a butterfly flew overhead. It didnt take much to entertain Rhaego. Or distract him for that matter. Lifting his little tiara above the grasses Rhaego watched the butterfly fly above him. Skinny uneven legs following the butterfly slowly. Not even paying attention to where he was going. It was a good thing that Rhaego had the same ability as his mother. For when there was a presence of a mind that was unfamiliar to Rhaego the colt stopped. White and red nostrils flared as he picked up the scent of the new intruder. Rhaego sensed a great many emotions within the mare. She did not want a confrontation. But nothing that told Rhaego the mare standing before him was a threat. Without a seconds hesitation Rhaego stepped out of his mother's eyesight to confront the ebony black mare. Chest puffed out in defiance. Who are you? Rhaego said without delay. He was never one for being shy.
Something was wrong. Atlantis lifted her multicolored tiara and searched the area. Someone was here, Atlantis could feel it. Someone's mind was out in the open that was neither her own or her son's. Orbs searched for the cause of her distress and immediately noticed that her son was out of her site. RHAEGO! Atlantis screamed in a panic. Everything she had gone through to keep him safe was all flooding the young mare's brain. She didnt know what she would do if her son was taken. Atlantis charged forward, but it didnt take long for her to spot the mind of her ambitious son and that of another mare. She seemed uncomfortable but Atlantis immediately could sense he meant her young son no harm. At least she hoped not. Atlantis was still healing from her last fight. Atlantis trotted forward a little more politely. Upon reaching the pair Atlantis immediately closed off her mind and she was somewhat proud of how her son was handling things. He believed he was a stallion already. Forgive me, my son doesn't like to remember his manners. My name is Atlantis and this is my son Rhaego. Atlantis never knew what type of steed she would meet that day. For all she knew she was looking at another that could read minds like she could. Atlantis turned her face towards her son and gave him a rather rough nuzzle as if to scold him. Not realizing that she exposed the scared side of her face to this newcomer. She was so used to having thses scars now that she hardly noticed them anymore. Atlantis streamed from her sons mind that this mare before her had warned him. Atlantis looks her up and down with careful eyes. Looking for any reason to attack. But there was none. This mare was indifferent to herself and her colt. There was no reason to fight them.
OOC:kinda lost muse this sucks.
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