Savage Monster, Or Broken Soul (Open)

[shady]

It was strange and out of place for the she devil, to be in such a beautiful and peaceful place such as this. It was the total opposite of what she was, the shadows laid claim to her marred bodice. But, at the same time it brought a strange calm sense to her, like she can let her guard down for the first time in her life. Her smokey pelt was warm to the touch thanks to the humid summer around her, her amber orbs watched the water creatures swim happily in their world.

A gentle sigh left her scared lips, she frowned when she looked at the hideous monster that looked back at her from the mirror below. Her dark lashes closed as she wished she was not this way, she wished she knew what it was to be normal. Like the other pretty mares that called these lands home, but Emi knew she would be seen as pretty or even cute to the eyes of the stallions. She would only be skipped over for the pretty and high maintenance lasses.

"Fool." Came her gravel voice as she walked away from the pool not wanting to see the monster that stared back at her. She seeked the cover of a strange tree as the wind tried to comfort her warm fur. Nothing would heal this broken soul, she was too messed up in her eyes. Heck, she did not even miss her children was force to bare from different stallions that thought they were the best fighters of her old herd's army.

Rhett, The fiery red boy was her first born. He was a strong lad even when a newborn, he had his mother's spirit which meant he was hard to break. At first she was happy to be a mother but it was quickly taken away when her father forced them a part and she never saw or heard from him again.

Nicolas, shortly after her father took Rhett from her she was once again forced to bare a foal. He took her coloring but he had a gentle soul. One that was not made for fighting, like Rhett, Chamber took him away but she later heard on the winds he was killed because he was too sweet. Which was a disgrace to her father's eyes, hearing that broke her heart but she could not greive for her lost.

Vicki, she was a beautiful grey (black base) foal she had her mother's eyes and her father's hateful spirit. Emi refused to take care of her and soon she took her anger out on the poor filly. She hated the foal with all her heart, maybe it was from the times that her children where taken but she was forced to stay. To Emi's dislike she was forced to raise this devil spawn. When she was weaned though she forced Vicki away from her.

Hobs, another sweet hearted boy but, unlike Nicolas she was able to save this boy. When he was strong enough to walk she was able to find a mare who had lost her own foal during birth. The mare agreed to take the black boy and to run. It was shortly after that Emi herself left the herd.

The black she demoness shook her crown, why was she thinking about them now? Of all the times why did they wonder back into her mind. Emi sighed again mad at herself to be seen as weak, she could not be because that would lead to death. Even in this new land she would not allow herself to be seen as a weak mare who could not take care of herself.

[IVRICKtheGREAT]

R i v e r

It was just past mid-summer, but from the heat of the day, you couldn't tell it. The fiery orb sat high in it's blue home, filling the world with warmth. A summer breeze blew gently but still constant. With his head high, the rogue king stood facing the winds. While others would complain it was too hot, it was perfect to the bay roan. His golden seekers were closed as he stood. The wind tangled his raven colored locks and he breathed slowly. One hind leg was cocked and for a moment, the brute stood picture perfect.

When the wind settled, the stag snorted and dipped his dial, taking in mouthfuls of grass as he looked over the small clearing. A gentle nicker emerged from his throat, and sensing that he really was alone, the stallion turned. A pond had caught his interest earlier and that was the direction he'd head. While there seemed to be many around the small island, the stallion couldn't help but notice one in particular.

His gait was a relaxed walk. The brute was definitely in no hurry. After all, where did he have to be? He tensed for a moment before relaxing. These were the times when he thought about his beloved. There were even more times he thought about his daughter. So young and beautiful. So much like him. They'd taken to calling her Lola, after her mother Lolita. After all, the filly was a mirror image of her mother. The only thing she'd inherited from River was his sense of compassion and dutifulness. For a moment River wondered, what if they were still alive? What would they be doing right now? Would they miss him as he missed them? Was he... forgotten?

The brute stopped dead in his tracks and listened intently as a new sound broke him from his chain of memories. Had that been a voice just now? River didn't move for what seemed like minutes. Should he turn and walk away? Would it be safe to continue his journey? With a soft grunt, the stallion began to move forward. His bay crown was held high as golden eyes looked around cautiously. He listened carefully. There wasn't another sound to be heard save for the song of birds or the rustling of leaves.

It wasn't far now. River could see the treeline up ahead, and the pond would be just on the other side. However, the stallion quickly stopped. In the shade of the trees stood another equine. A female. River didn't usually see mares wandering alone. Actually, he'd hardly come across a lone wanderer anywhere. Her frame was petite and scarred. Most seemed quite old. She was a dark goddess dressed in a warrior's pelt. River nickered gently to announce his presence. Most loners he crossed were rather hostile. It wasn't like River to engaged in battle without trying peaceful resolve; especially with a mare.

He stood on the opposite side of the pond from her. He didn't speak nor did he look her direction. He simply made his way to the small pond and looked down. Koi fish were beautiful. However, River was fond of one fish in particular. He looked up at the mare with honey-colored seekers and spoke. "It's a beautiful day, isn't it?" His voice was deep and calm as he spoke. It seemed to come from deep within his chest the way the words rumbled off his formal tongue. He looked away from the femmora, not wishing to cause her any discomfort. "It's really too bad they can't all be like this." He said, his gaze now turning to the clear skies. He smiled and tilted his head at the lady before him. "I am River." He stated, bowing to her ever so slightly before opening his eyes to look at her once more. "May I ask your calling?"

Word Count: 645
Character: River
Status: shady
Notes: Sorry for rambling a lot. This is my first post with River. xP