the road home (Ashy)

[frazzle]

Fortissima

Long black pillars stretched out over the turf, midnight black flints landing almost silently. Arching her nape, the femme moved onwards at a steady pace, her trot flowy and smooth. Amber optics glowed up from under a long black veil, her twins perked forward to listen to the new sounds of the area. Slowing to a walk, she made her way up the passageway to the City. It smelt of what humans would smell like. She remembered her mother and father had tried to explain to her what they were. They told her hand-me-down stories of when the horses were their slaves and such. But it was so hard to believe. How could they let themselves become enslaved? The humans were so weak and useless, and the horses so powerful and intelligent. Sighing, she shook her cranium slowly, clearing her mind of these thoughts.

Stopping, she took in the sight. It was beautiful. It was funny that the humans had made this in respect of the horses. If they enslaved them, then why would they create something so beautiful for their slaves? Maybe there had been a time when her kind was cherished, just maybe. Pawing gently, she felt the different texture beneath her black flint, and enjoyed the sound that it made. Sound. It was a funny thing, something she couldn’t create to save her life. Well, she could create sounds, but speak she could not. Her vocal chords had been ruined, and they could not be fixed. Not even the strongest healer could fix her. She was the way she was meant to be.

Raising her cranium high into the air, she took in the scents that filled the air around her. She could smell the waters, and the old scents of horses, but recently, no one had come here. Shaking her cranium, and then the rest of her bodice, she rested one hind leg, just enjoying the serenity of the place. Closing her amber optics, she let herself slide into a moment of calm. Just one moment of silence where she didn’t have to think of anything, and nothing made a sound except for nature herself.


notes; sorry it's so bleh, I've been very distracted hehe. the next one shall be awesome!

[dingdong]

TYBOLT

...Protector of the Innocent

Tybolt was half blind, his left eye having a white film covering it. He felt ashamed and unwanted in this world but he was here, whatever brought him here that was. He didn't deserve to live or at least that was what his mother Rose led him to believe. Life wasn't the way it should be these days, but it was better than it had been. He didn't have to deal with Rose anymore which was a plus. Of course it was, then why in the world would he even be thinking such negative thoughts about her? He certainly would not know why, but then again... She had disappeared and all the stress he once had faded away almost right away. He didn't need to worry about her accidently insulting him anymore. His mother had been a child in ways, literally acting like one that was. Tybolt was so much more mature than her, it had always been that way. She then went ahead and got herself knocked up, bringing Fleance into the world. What a surprise that had been for Tybolt, instantly taking him from the clutches of his insane mother.

It had been for the best, he was sure of it. Now days he was just curious how his brother was doing right this moment. Tybolt hoped he was safe, if not he would personally hunt down Aziah. No one messed with his family, or hurt their feelings. It was simply unacceptable in his world, except Rose of course. She couldn't even tell the difference between a insult and a compliment. He had no idea what went inside her messed up head, not anything that would make sense. Whenever she speaks all he heard was things about being a princess. The very reason why he brought Fleance away from Rose. The mare was simply retarded and he wasn't simply able to help her. He didn't like to refer to her as his mother, it didn't feel right. And in a way it was true, he was father and she the daughter. He didn't know why life planned it this way it just plainly did. When others complained about their lives, Tybolt didn't know what to do. All he did to cope with his life was use the method live with it.

Here in The Phoenix he felt more at home than ever before. He was fitting in quite well in his eyes. He had joined the southern alliance since it described him entirely. Watching carefully over the land, he noticed no one was around. Only the scent of a mare could be scented and Tybolt wasn't all that sure what to do. He could hear her thoughts from this distance if he really tried. He wasn't much on sneaking into privacy, even though it wasn't something he could help. He refused to let it make him insane like his mother had let it do to herself. He let the sound of his voice inside her head carry out, not speaking out loud. Who are you? He stayed in the bushes watching her with curiosity. He of course came out after a few seconds showing himself to the mare. He bowed to her like a gentlemen would do so.

[frazzle]

Fortissima

It was nice to be so relaxed for once. Not having to worry about all the little things that bothered her so was like a blessing. A soft breeze pressed against her, and she smiled slightly to herself, and for the first time in a long while, she didn’t feel ridiculous. Flicking her banner against her rump, she rid herself of the flies that pestered her. It was interesting how flies decided that such a large animal would be a wonderful thing to feed from. Didn’t it make them feel insignificant? Well, she figured it couldn’t since their brain couldn’t be any bigger than a half piece of hair.

What was her purpose in this world? I mean, she was born mute, so she wasn’t meant to give big speeches, and at the moment, she wasn’t strong enough to stretch her mind to speak to large crowds just yet. She was just getting the feel of things, like a racecar driver testing his new vehicle. It was hard to even communicate to one being. But she knew it wouldn’t be long before she would be going 200mph down the track. She could do it. But what good was she supposed to do in the world? She couldn’t heal or really help others, and though she was strong and fast, she didn’t really enjoy fighting too much. Oh well, another thought for another time.

A new scent filled the femme’s nares, a stallion’s scent. Swiveling her audits around, she searched for where it came from, all the while keeping her optics closed to concentrate. Then, she reached out with her mind, probing all sorts of animal’s consciences until finally she found him. Retracting her touch, she waited for him to come out from wherever he was. His vocals finally reached her, but not aloud. So he was the same as she was? Was he mute? Opening her amber optics, she face him as he came out from the bushes. As he bowed, she inclined her cranium slightly, as though she were a queen acknowledging her subject, though she meant it not in a rude way. It was just who she was.

Sighing, she pressed into his mind, and gave him the sweet sounds of music, all kinds of sounds meshed together to create a song. And then she cut it off, and let her mind speak for her. I am Fortissima. She smiled slightly, and continued. May I ask who you are Sir? She was formal yet kind. Pulling from his mind, she waited for his response. Maybe he would speak aloud to her, but then again, she wasn’t sure if he could. Flicking her banner once more, she let it fall and then she was still like a marble statue.

[dingdong]

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