Say You'll Haunt Me {Nereus && Nautia}

[nevadatrek]

The day had been full of lazy clouds and light breezes, but as the sun fell from his throne the winds picked up and the clouds grew heavy. Nares to the darkening canvas of black and greys, Nautia inhaled knowing that she'd scent the impending downpour. That the weather had decided to sour didn't bother the queen in the least; the Band of Brothers - an ancient ring of sequoias that served as her castle - stood firmly on the horizon.

Mottled bodice angled back to the cliffs and the now angry waters below. Tomorrow she would venture down the steep path to look for the rare spirals that only appeared after terrible storms. Her dam, Rimula had taught her everything she knew about shells; their spiritual and protective properties. The natural pieces of art fascinated Nautia to no end. Aclididae, the horns of long extinct ocean dwelling unicorns. Her mother had finally found her one after almost two years of searching; it still lay at the base of her tree among the Brothers. Her most prized possession and dearest reminder of her dam.

A ripping gust of dampened air burst over the strangely brindled mare and she braced against its torrents. When the gale was past, Nautia retreated from the ledge with gentler winds nudging her back. When she'd trotted almost all the way back to the Band, lightning and thunder began to flare furiously throughout the world's canopy. This maybe the worst of the season... The thought both comforted and worried her. The essa would be pleased the harshest of the storms would be over, but within her she felt the danger it presented to less fortunate equines across the lands.

It was then that she saw the pale horse at the boarder of her lands...


ooc;; here's the shell she's thinking of aclididae
playlist;; with arms wide open by creed

{nautia | dun | brindle blanket | seafoam green band over eyes | amber | 17.2 | 5yo | queen}

[bandit]

Ivory pelt was slicked by sweat and one side with crimson blood, as the stag galloped as quickly as he could away from his perceived pursuers. His body felt as if it was on fire, every muscle, every inch of his being was burning and aching, not only from his mad dash but from the deadly fever that was slowly consuming him. The normally graceful steed stumbled as he shied at the sudden flash of lightning followed immediately by crash of thunder. Tumbling to the sodden earth his shoulder took the brunt of the impact as he slid several feet, before he was able to scramble back to his hooves. Snorting, he shoot his head, trying to clear his hazy vision from the sweat, mud and now rain that washed it all into his eyes. He limped in a small circle in an attempt to regain his bearings and hopefully find somewhere he could safely wait out this new obstacle. Panting he saw a thicket, or was it a forest, through the gloom of the storm and galloped for it, albeit much slower than previously. His injuries were catching up to him, but he knew he needed to find somewhere to shelter from this storm, and prey to the Gods that he could rest somewhere the wolves wouldn't find him in his weakened state.

Nereus cantered into the trees, and was welcomed by a decrease in both the rain and wind. His hoof falls get heavier and more weary with each stride as his exhaustion, injuries and fever worked in tandem to sap his strength. A small trickle of blood began to run from his nostril from his exertion. He had been galloping since he was just outside the Northern lands, in an attempt to escape those that had attacked him. Stumbling once more as a tree's root lept from the ground to tangle his hooves, he snorted and struggled to regain his balance, finally coming to a halt leaning his weight against the bark of a rough tree. Head hung low as he gasped for breath and his body trembled before forcing himself to keep moving. 'Can't stop... can't stop... not now....' he chanted over and over in his mind as he forced one hoof in front of the other. Reaching what seemed like a small clearing, Nereus could no longer keep himself moving and collapsed. Attempting to struggle back up once, his body gave out under him and he sank back down to the soft earth. He could still hear the storm raging around him, but for some reason he no longer felt the downpour of rain against his feverish pelt as he closed his eyes, hoping he would be safe till morning, if he lasted that long.
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Words: 465
Tag: Nautia
Muse: excellent!
Notes: drama llama!

[nevadatrek]

Nautia was more concerned than startled by the ivory stag collapsed no more than six or seven horses away. Her nares easily caught the scent of the fever ravaging his body. Her first instinct was to heal him, but she needed to assess his injuries before blindly mending him and risking her own life. A dead healer was no good to anyone. Lowering her muzzle she sniffed around attempting to smell any diseases or hidden illnesses. When nothing turned up, Nautia took an inventory of his physical wounds and surmised that she could most likely heal him - it would take time though. Aligning herself with the pale coated stranger, she lay down next to him and rested her chin on his shoulder. Skin to skin contact was required for her gift to function. Eyes flared in coloring, moments before she slid lids closed. Complete concentration was a must if the queen was going to heal him properly. She needed to start with the largest would; the steed's side had been lain open by an unknown enemy.

Tendrils of faint blue stretched through her bodice reaching for his, taking the pain from him so he could rest, peacefully unaware of the coming agony. Satisfied that she'd dulled his pain, Nat settled in for a long night. Outside the protection of the Brothers' arms the wind screamed and the sky sobbed. Elegant auds heard naught of it though as the mare's mind pushed more of her power into mending the slash. Little by little the minuscule fragments of flesh knitted themselves back together. Clay colored coat began to slick with the effort to heal such a large injury. The femmora was horrified that he'd had such inflicted upon him and awed that he had been galloping with it - from the looks of him, galloping for quite an impressive amount of time.

Pleased with the closing of the sliced muscle and skin, Nautia pulled back and rose to stretch herself and prepare for the next round of healing. The fever. It was killing him in a most agonizing manner; from the inside out. The fires would have to break if she was to save him. Not allowing her mind to travel down that path, the femme moved back to the ailing stud and lay her body along his again. He'd catch a chill after the fever broke if she didn't keep him warm. Muzzle once again stretched to rest against his pale, stained frame. Please don't die...


ooc;;
playlist;; send the pain below by chevelle : say you'll haunt me by stone sour

{nautia | dun | brindle blanket | seafoam green band over eyes | amber | 17.2 | 5yo | queen}

[bandit]

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[bg=a9b7c4] He had wandered too close to one of the Northerner's war camps and the general thought it would be good sport to use him as a training object. He escaped, but not without several injuries, ranging from broken ribs to bites and lacerations that would make a predator proud. Then to add insult to injury after escaping those brutes, Nereus came across a pack of ravenous wolves that were overjoyed to have a chance at weakened prey, which accounted for the deep gash along his neck and the bite of his hind leg. His body had taken a beating, and then he hadn't allowed himself a chance to rest and heal so his injuries just grew more severe and then infection set in. He had run as far and as long as he could until he simply collapsed. Being half delirious, and out of his mind he hadn't even noticed if there were any other beings around when his body finally gave up. His swear, blood and rained soaked bodice shivered violently enough to cause his teeth to clatter together as his eyes began to close. His body just wanted sleep and as he began to succumb to this desire it felt as if a heavy warm blanket was being pulled over him and pressing down around his consciousness. Deep down he knew he needed to fight this urge just to relax and let go of everything, but at the moment the prospect just sounded so good in his mind. However, before he slipped completely unconscious he felt another's presence draw closer, and upon feeling an unfamiliar tough against his body, his ears pinned and he bared his teeth for a moment. His mind was telling him to fight, expecting more attackers but his body had nothing left to give. The quivering of his body began to lessen and his breathing grew more regular as the mare's healing powers started spreading through his body. Grunting quietly as the presence moved away from his body, Nereus raised his head, slowly opening his eyes straining to see who it was that was so near. Squinting into the darkness, he saw a shadowy figure. Flinching as lightening brightened the sky, highlighting the beautiful figure in front of his eyes. "Serafín..." he whispered as his body shivered. After loosing so much blood his body was weakened so much that even his hearing and sight were affected. There seemed to be a film over his optics and his pulse was pounding so loud in his skull he could barely hear his own thoughts, much less the world around him. Watching the ethereal being float around him, his eyes slowly closed as he felt this angel's warmth press against his body. She felt so warm and comforting, he couldn't help the soft sigh that slipped from his maw. 'Is this Elysium? Have I already perished?' His mind sloshed through the possibilities slowly as he felt his guardian angel pressed against him. 'If I am dead...why does everything hurt so much still...' he pondered frowning as his body continued to shiver. "Speech" 'Thoughts' Featuring;; Nereus ll Grey (palomino base) ll Honey Brown ll 17.3 ll 5yo ll King (soon to be) Tags;;Essy! Muse;;Fantastic! Notes;;Dawww poor Roo! PS Serafín = Angel (basically) Credits;; Table by Its a secret; all images are copyright to their rightful owners [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true]

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[nevadatrek]

She wasn't certain when the stag had started to rise from his slumber, but she hoped that he hadn't been writhing silently in agony...There was only so much she could do to staunch the flow of pain throughout him. Her gift was needed more to stop the infection than it was to comfort him - as much as that bothered her. No one deserved to be so weak that they couldn't cry out when hurt. A whisper of a ghost's voice crossed her auds, momentarily distracting her. He'd spoken, but what? A name? Whose? Upset with herself she threw the thoughts away and made herself return to his illness. It was receding but slowly. Surely the ivory stag must have been on the edge of death when he stumbled to her. How much of this meeting did fate have a hand in? Nat had to admit it was more than a little fortuitous of the dying stallion to end up at her hooves just before death took him. Either that or he was one lucky horse! And luck like that only exists in fairytales! A small smile danced on her kissers, but not for long. She had to return to mending the broken stag.

Nautia wasn't sure when the wind died down or the sky stopped crying, but they had. For the final time she rose stiffly, stretched and then lay back down. For now what she'd done would have to hold. If pushed much further, the mare was worried she'd catch an illness or kill herself...neither would help her battered patient. Resting a thick, slightly sweaty neck over the stud's own, Nautia let sleep take her. She was exhausted and ready for the darkness to soothe her for a time. Bodice was slick and filmy with dirt and exertion. The queen had used most of her energy in staving off the fever, which she hoped would break soon. Signs showed it dwindling, but one could never truly know with such volatile sickness. Not to mention the possible chill he could develop. Swinging from one extreme to the other was not only uncomfortable, it was down right dangerous - something that the healer didn't think her patient had in him to survive...The mare's last thought before drifting to total unawareness was that she could hear a strong heart beat within him and it warmed her own, pounded sleepily in her breast. Perhaps she could save him after all?


ooc;;
playlist;; do you know by enrique iglesias

{nautia | dun | brindle blanket | seafoam green band over eyes | amber | 17.2 | 5yo | queen}

[bandit]

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[bg=a9b7c4] "¿Es este el cielo?" he whispered, his lips barely moving as his manners slipped from him no longer thinking to translate to the common tongue. The loss of blood and fever had taken a toll on the stallion. In his state he couldn't process where he was, much less have an intelligent conversation. His fever induced musings were meant of no offence. His body felt so numb and his mind so foggy he believed his spirit had always passed on and that the shadowy fea was his guardian angel, come to escort him to the pearly gates. His heavy gaze had followed his savior as long as possible until she lay down next to him once more. He had known his body wasn’t going to last much longer with the damage it had taken, so it only made sense that it had finally given out and his spirit had left his body for greener pastures. His eyes closed once more as he felt her body press against his. There was something very comforting about her presence, and his eyes slowly closed and he let his chin rest on the ground letting his body relax as much as possible, even though his muscles were still trembling. There was the one thought that was running through his mind as he drifted into a light slumber, if he was in heaven…why did he still hurt and why was he so cold? ---------------next morning--------------- Nereus groaned softly as the morning sunlight filtered down through the trees to shine on him. Closing his eyes tighter, he frowned at the aching pain radiating through his entire body. ‘Where am I…’ his thoughts were groggy as he tried to think back on what happened to make him feel this way. Starting as his mind clicked in, remembering the previous few days, he snorted softly and started to try to pull himself to his hooves. He remembered everything, from the attack, to his mad dash through the lands, even to collapsing in the storm. So, when he felt someone else at his back, a small surge of panic filled his body as he looked over his shoulder expecting to see one of his pursuers. So when his eyes fell on the delicate profile of a mare it stunned him into freezing. Nostrils widened still from his panic and to take in the scent of the vixen. His auds flicked as he remembered his visions from the night before as he stared at this mare. What had happened? He felt the need to stand, stretch his body and even continue his journey but he couldn’t pull his gaze from her, much less stand up and make her move. ‘Maybe she really is an angel from above…’ His mind wandered to what he could remember from the night before. Finally pulling his eyes from the angel who was at his back, he looked down at his shoulder and side, expecting the same gash that had been there less than a day ago. Confusion washed over his features as he stared at his stained pelt. He still looked awful, his normally ivory coat stained red with dried blood, but there was no remnant of the wound that had split his flesh. "Speech" 'Thoughts' Featuring;; Nereus ll Grey (palomino base) ll Honey Brown ll 17.3 ll 5yo ll King (soon to be) Tags;;Essy! Muse;;Fantastic! Notes;; Roo's song... Angel by Sarah McLachlan "¿Es este el cielo?" = Is this heaven? Credits;; Table by Its a secret; all images are copyright to their rightful owners [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true]

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[nevadatrek]

Sudden movement had Nautia rolling wildly on her back as she scrambled to stand, unaware for a moment of where she was. It was when she saw him, the pearly stag who had stumbled into the Cliffs, that her heart began to settle. So he survived. Whatever gods may be listening: I thank you. Snorting to let out the rest of her startled energy, Nautia backed up in case he wanted to stand. Vaguely she remembered dosing off after doing as much as she could to save his life - awkwardly she though of laying next to him. The fem had little experience with stags and he was definitely male. The queen dipped her head away from him, ears burning with embarrassment. Oh what he must think of me! Her sire and dam had raised her on traditional values: equal rights and mates for life. Such ideals tended to send stallions on their way before they even got to know her.

The Brothers had a few limbs missing, but otherwise the ring of massive trees was still intact; her fortress had held through the storm, much like the pale stranger before her who spoke funny sounding words. My name is Nautilusia, but I know that's hard for some to say, so you may call me Nautia. The lands you're on are called Nautilus Cliffs, named so after my sire. I am queen here now that he has passed on. A pause of respect halted the lady's words before she continued, You are most welcome in my lands, so long as you bring no violence. You will find that most of your wounds are healed. I have done my best, but some may scar or leave other tell tale signs. For that I apologize, as it was my lack of ability that would surely be the cause. Swishing her tail against damp flanks, the fiery coated mare waited for her patient to gather his wits and respond.

ooc;; i am so uber sorry this took so dang long!! ric just exploded on mustang and sucked up all my time :/
playlist;; keep holding on by avril lavigne <-- Nautia's song

{nautia | dun | brindle blanket | seafoam green band over eyes | amber | 17.2 | 5yo | queen}