How to save one's self....

[Tamaska]

Frightened grey optics scanned the land before him, this was a strange place, as were so many others, and of course just like them, this land too could not be safe. At least his mother and father had taught him one thing in their decision to abandon him to his fate, that he could trust no one to get along in this life. His little broken heart would take years maybe of confidence and protection from a kind fellow equine for it to mend. The world was dark with the time of the early morning, the first rays of sunlight just penetrating the horizon this very moment. giving the colt some sort of light to guide him. He would pick up his feet anyway, as a few trips and spills had taught him to do so, this showed by a recently healed cut to his knee's, where he had collapsed in exhaustion.

Harks pricked fully as he came to a halt, carefully swallowing as he looked around at his surroundings, ready to be spooked to hell the moment something moved or made a noise. His optics widened a moment as he heard a swishing sound behind him, quickly narrowed with a flash of pure hatred as he realised it was merely his own tail, and his imagination playing tricks on him. There came these moments that he could think on nothing more but to seek revenge on his parents, and then he remembered in what state he was in, and that he had to keep him self alive and well. But even so, without the help of an elder equine to guide him, his coat was thin and scruffy, ribs showing underneath his skin as he moved. What else was there to do but call? Throwing his dial back, he parted his velvet lips a little, neighing as loudly as he could into the atmosphere, hoping that someone with more of an intent of helping him rather than harming him, would answer.

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[..R e v o l v e r..]

As the chilling winds blew, they carried with them the essence of another traveling alongside them. They carried the sound of hoofbeats in the distance, steadily growing in volume as the ebony demoness approached. An ominious aura surrounded her towering bodice, thick black tresses bouncing upon the hide of her nape as she moved to the beat of her own tune. Nape arched, nares flared, she almost floated along the surface of the ground. Now, what to do in a place so new? She wasn't one to torture the being of others...pain was not her point of interest, making her different from most darks. Though she cared for few, she murdered only with good reason. If lifeless killings were the subject of this life, what a twisted world this would be...there would be blood spread across every inch of grass, and not a being left out of turmoil and suffering to breath easy

Then, something stopped her in her tracks. Strong pillars beneath her took a rigid hault as she detected a sound beside her. Thorns flicked atop her poll...it was a small squeak, sounding as if it was emmited from a mere infant. Alongside that, there was a thick mist of fear and anxiety. Like an invisible string tied to the end of her mug, she curved her nape to face the sound, her cold gaze focusing thorugh the shadows. Indeed, there was the outline of a small silohuette amoungst the trees. With a quiet snort, she walked slowly and quietly over to a tree, hiding her lean bodice behind the trunk to watch for a moment. There it was...a colt swallowed in sorrow and fright. The whites of his bloodshot eyes shone dully through the darkness...as the traces of morning etched the midnight sky, she could see the faint traces of healed wounds upon his knees.

It was then that the demoness made her presence apparent. She stepped into the open, dropping her crown to surprise the little foal. She gave a firm nudge to his side...just enough to make him shuffle on his feet a bit, but not to knock him down. She allowed her haunting tones to escape her vocals, lowered to a whisper. She didn't intend to frighten this little one, but with sheer curiosity she spoke. You know...this time of day really isn't right for one such as yourself to be out and about. A chuckle vibrated from within her chest, a naturally sinister sound laced along with it. Not intentionally...it was the way she had always laughed. Demons and demonesses are usually roaming the grounds at this time, you know. Ironically...she was one of them, even though she really didn't mean any harm this time around.

[Tamaska]

Dream almost jumped when a mare at least twice his size appeared from no where and nudged him, had it not been for the fact that he had quite sturdy legs since his last accident, he might have fallen down onto the grass. Taking a deep breath so as to calm himself, and to stop his shivering, although most of his shivering was down to being cold rather than fearful. Since being the young thing he was, his coat wasn't really thick enough for him to be out on his own, but it wasn't exactly like he had a choice. It was dark tonight, especially where he and she both stood, and he couldn't exactly defend himself just yet, not even against a big mare like herself. Looking back up at the demoness who blocked up his vision of the surrounding sky and woods, he calmed himself, forcing himself to talk to her slowly.

I...I would rather be somewhere safer and warmer, but I don't have a lot of choice.

He was beginning to become more confident of her, the many tiresome hours that he had spent travelling started to show over his form, the shivering cold, his strained eyes. If he weren't so hungry and vunerable to the conditions, he probably would have been sarcastic or quietly confident. Not that it was at all surprising that a little colt like him would be worried about her, or everything and anything really. Forcing himself not to take another step back, so as not to look even more weak than he did right now, he raised his small petite dial higher, his muzzle about the same level as his harks. True this big bad mare frightened him, she was a dark, the kind of horse that his mother and father had started to sway to, although she was no where near as horrible as they had been to him, so maybe she was nicer. Unfortunately he couldn't rely on that alone, since that would get him killed, wasn't like he was open enough to attack as it was.

[..R e v o l v e r..]

(hope you dont mind if i switch to first person )

My auds flicked upon my tall poll, putting into thought his situation. Poor little guy...lost and homeless, like some bum. Except he was far from this. Somewhere in my soul I felt a trace of pity for this small one, but due to modern day stereotyping I coiuld never let this become visible to others. I always wore my cold little masquerade, but was I really so chilling in reality? Of course, I was no sthingyfull of sugar...but to some I showed the softer side of a black rose. It was just a matter of who was there to see it. Usually I might feel my icy walls melt at the needs of a desperate foal, but I had hardened my heart against such circumstances. Ah, the irony of one who might show care, but just couldn't. Instead I wore a wry smirk, letting a cool chuckle vibrate in the depths of my throat. I was a demoness...there was no room for kindness in this world, ridden with danger and murder. Same cold tones came out into the open, with a touch of humor mixed within. Sound's like a sad story to me, hm?

I lifted my fore piston, taking one step forward towards the little colt. I wondered if he would take a frightened step back. Oh, don't hide it...I can see it in the depths of your small, youthful eyes. You're afraid, but there's nothing wrong with that at your age. You don't know what dangers lurk. Of course, these were only my thoughts. I didn't feel like taunting the little one, so I kept these thoughts silent and to myself, for my own mental ears only. But I couldn't help but feel curiosity...what would it feel like to have a little colt prancing at your side, depending on you for a little TLC while they grew into a more mature figure. Now, what would you do if someone came in here offering you a home? Another wry smile etched the side of my lips...she wanted to know. Hypothetically, of course...I still didn't know whether I would leave this foal to his wonderings, or extend an offer of companionship to him. Why don't you tell me...what's your name, and age dearest?