Get [L O S T] with me {open}

[Unbridled Freedom]

// t r o u b l e
I must be
out of my head

He had the look, he had the personality; he had it all. His ebony forelock draped over one of his deep violet optics but he didn’t care and you could tell by the way he held himself. He didn’t hold his head high or low, he didn’t slouch or skulk. He wasn’t being all prideful and cocky either. He wasn’t strutting around looking like a total ass. No, he held himself like he just didn’t care. He didn’t care what other thought, he didn’t care how he looked or acted; if some one didn’t like what he did or said they could just shove it. Maybe he was your typical bad boy type but he wasn’t really in it for the vixens; even though he did flirt with them. He wasn’t in it for the publicity or anything like that; it was just the way he was and nothing was going to change that. The vixens seemed to like that though, they seemed to like the bad boy who did what ever he wanted; maybe some thought it was romantic how dark and mysterious he was, that there was something underneath it all. Hmph, those light femmes and neutral vixens who swooned over him; day dreaming of the dark steed beating the other neutral and light brutes and coming to flirt with them. Ha! They’d like that wouldn’t they? They’d like to see the only different dark stallion come and pay some attention to them. Well they could day dream all they wanted but he was never going to come. He wasn’t going to be their knight in black armor, coming to show their boyfriends up. Of course he could do that and he laughed darkly under his breath at the thought. He would love to see those pompous brutes’ faces when he beat them at everything they knew.

No, Trouble had different plans, his own fantasies that he wasted away the day on. He knew he would never find the right vixen; never find anything in this world that suited him. He wasn’t the kind of hunger crazed brute who collected as many vixens as possible and made his herd grow, he wasn’t the kind of brute who isolated himself from the world and he wasn’t the light hearted dark. He was just who he was but apparently that wasn’t the fad right now. No, the fad was boring, dead inside brutes that had power mad vixens always on their tails. The thought of those kinds of vixens brought his twin sister to mind; the shallow, vain, self centered sister who cared for nobody but herself. Why was it that those were the only kind of vixens left now; why was it only the power hungry vixens who hung around? Wasn’t there a vixen that would get up on stage and dance with him? No, they won’t get to know him; they only want him for the red carpet appearances and to have power. His sister had laughed in his face when she had found out what kind of vixen he was looking for. Of course she only though there was her kind left but there had to be a vixen who wanted to play, at least one.

Trouble had walked down the sloping path that led to the meadow which he spent most of his time. He hadn’t explored the dense, ominous jungle at the open end of the meadow yet and he didn’t really plan to, since there didn’t seem to be much there besides trees. Trouble walked over to the crystal clear pool of water which the waterfall poured into; the same waterfall that had almost pulled him to a watery death. Trouble had been meandering in the forest and had followed the river, it had gotten stronger and stronger, almost too strong for him to escape when he neared the edge where the water fall began and the river ended. Of course he had made it out, and found this place which was now his home. Trouble was drawn back to reality when he saw his reflection; just the same as always. Even if he didn’t bother to care he still seemed to look the same. His coat was sleek, he still had that rockstar kind of look that all the vixens dug and he simply looked the same as always. Trouble looked away from his reflection and bolted toward the jungle at the end of the meadow. Most of the meadow was covered in shade and it was evening, the sun was almost finished setting. It was probably a bad idea to go into the jungle at this time since it was going to be dark soon but Trouble was feeling frustrated and he felt like getting lost.

As soon as he reached the edge of the jungle he slid to a stop, his nose nearly hitting a tree. He glanced around the shadowy jungle for a moment then turned on his haunches, wheeling around and heading back toward the pool of water. He wasn’t stupid; if you were going to go into the jungle and night you’d better have a death wish or something because you probably were never going to come back out. Big cats like you’ve never seen, venomous serpents and a whole other bunch of nasties that would take you out with great pleasure. Trouble had spent enough time in the jungle to know to stay in his meadow until the sun rose again. He had only spent a few weeks in this jungle but it was becoming part of him, carving him into some new shape. He had become a bit more savage and his look matched him quite well. Now that he thought about it he was really liking this place now and he could definitely live here for a while. No sister, no brothers and now all he needed was some vixen who had the guts to come find him and who would dance with him, play his games and maybe spark up a dark romance. So he was different, well they’d better learn to deal with it because he was here to stay.


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Muse?;; yeah
Lyrics;; Out Of My Head by Mobile
Notes;; open to any body.

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.:maeve:.

I'm not waiting a long life,
I'm not waiting alone,

Ride with me
Ride with me

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The foliage and trees shudder in my wake. My hide brushes against each and every plant that is in my path. As I walk I can't think as to why I would be here. Just the occasional glance around the jungle ahead, behind, and to the sides of me is enough to convince me that I am lost and have absolutely no idea where I am. Then again, I rarely ever know where I am, or even where I'm going or where I came from. I had been to many places, to many areas where other's would not dare travel. It wasn't that I wanted to travel, it wasn't that I wanted to be alone without friends, even though I have several, it was just me wanting to be free and live life with everything behind my back and nothing to loose. Sometimes that discouraged me. I never have had something to loose, nothing to fight for except for my independence and what I believe in. No, I don't need anything to hold me down in one place or another. It would be to much pressure to have someone, even something, to come back and have to look after.

No more of that. I say, my distant lyrics just barely reaching my own audits. I give a small sneer to myself at my sad thoughts and whip my head to the side. Nothing really bothered me except for the stupid thoughts that run uncontrollably throughout my head like daemons on a rampage. The jungle seemed to crowd close, giving a comfortable silence and peace that most things couldn't give me. The night began to crowd in as well, casting shadows all around me, looming and penetrating. It came as a shock to me to find myself genuinely afraid of the darkness. I had been in much more dark and dreary places. But this, this is like nothing I could have imagined, it felt both safe and terrifying, it scared me skinless. Around me a sudden hiss sounded, striking an alarm that rang bells in my mind. I glance around me, still walking. Behind me, a trail of crushed foliage revealed a thing nearly a quarter of my size, but with a very long tail. Panther! The thought rushed at me just as soon as I caught its gleaming eyes, yellow and piercing they held my gaze for more then a minute as he stalked towards me. I tore my gaze away from him, running like the coward I knew I could be. Everything crashed and trembled, the things in my way were like shredding cheese under my hooves. He continued to follow me, I could here his roar and breath came in great gasps as I heaved for air and power.

I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die!! The thought ran through my head and surrounded me fiercely, screaming in my ears and ringing soundlessly. My hooves pounded on the ground, the panther rushed from behind me. Up ahead I could see a light, hope filled my aching legs and I drew forth a small burst of speed. Just five lengths from the end, the panther leaped, and I burst from the trees with a crash and the panther with a roar. The moon cast an eerie light on the two of us, and I turned as soon as I landed back on my four hooves. Stiffly, I faced the panther, but all that I could see were a few drops of blood and a disappearing tail that crept back into the jungle. For a moment of disbelief I stared at the leaves and then shot backward with a rush. The area in which I stood was very spacious, filled with tons of grass and a large pool of water some distance off. I can notice all this, but I don't notice the lone figure, quite a ways from me. Whatever. I was breathing heavily by the time I could even begin to calm down. Yeah, I had just been chased by a horse eating panther in a dense jungle at night and then ended up in some god-forsaking meadow in the middle of who knows where, but I was alive. I had wanted this though, to be the one who lived on the edge, the one who walked the fine line between sane and wild.

My knees were shaking, but I stood tall, my head high as I watched the moon and then the jungle trees twitch and sway, and then finally still. The peace and comfort left as soon as I realized that I wasn't alone, as soon as I realized that there was another beast here with me, or rather me with it. I stopped shaking, stopped moving at all. When I turned my eyes to it and then caught the scent I froze completely. My knees locks, my mouth shut, teeth hitting each other with a hard clack. My ears laid back on their own accord. I was stock still, but thankfully he hadn't seemed to notice me, I guess I blended into the night very well at that point, he must have to since I hadn't actually seen him at first. It wasn't my intentions to find another horse here, it hadn't been my intention to even be here, but I was. The damage was done and I would have to live with it for now..... or would I? A silent thought drifted through my crania, whispering words of reassurance and a smooth plan of escape. Now I am not a coward at all times, not normally am I even the least bit afraid, but this hurt my pride at being maybe noticed for being scared of a panther. It was all I could do not to run, but a small trickle of sweat swept down my hind quarters, leaking into the thick scratches that lined up even with my tassels. I flinched slightly as the moisture covered the wounds, salt stinging my flesh as if eating it alive. A thin trickle of blood flowed down my leg, tickling the fine hairs there, but I hardly noticed. The pain was only found out when I took a small step backwards, trying to escape silently. I grimaced and retreated several steps back, hoping he wouldn't notice. But part of me wished that someone would, just not him. I didn't speak as I moved, but between each step I hesitated, waiting for my plan to backfire and bring me to the attention of this black coated stranger.

That's the start, the middle, and the end
Aren't you glad the universe pretends

If I don't get this message home
Once again I'm gonna hate alone

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[muse] ehh
[ooc] eww, very bad, sorry I ran out of muse in the middle [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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[ooc] posted

[Unbridled Freedom]

// t r o u b l e
I must be
out of my head

But I'm romantically dead
So I'll waste my life


He couldn’t help to think what his sister was up to. Probably torturing some poor light or snuggling up to a brute that she fancied. He didn’t like her but they were so connected and he couldn’t avoid that. They were twins; some say that twins are linked in a way that no other beings can be. They had both been born into the dark class and remained in it; since it did suit them. He never denied being a dark; he only hated the kinds who were like his sister or his eldest brother. Yeah; Trouble had plenty of brothers and only two sisters. Chaos, who was his twin was the star child and then there was the younger sister; the youngest and last child of his father’s. From what he had heard she was closer to being a neutral and she was odd. That she stood out from the rest in a bad way. She stood out in the same way that Trouble had stood out. He wanted to meet his younger sister but something told him that he never would. Then there were all the brothers he had in between him and Obsidian, the eldest brother. Trouble’s family was complicated; his father had been the dark king of where he had originated from. Trouble’s mother was one of the king’s favorite mares. Trouble’s mother had had three foals with his father; chaos, him and his younger sister. His eldest brother had been born from the dark queen and his father. So Obsidian had been the heir to the throne; that was until he did some things to get him kicked out and lose the throne. Obsidian had always been bitter about that and when he had found out that Chaos was going to take the throne he had made sure that she wouldn’t. Trouble didn’t know what Obsidian did but Chaos never found out that she was going to take the throne and that their father had decided for another son to be the new heir. Trouble had a feeling that Obsidian had done some quick talking with their father and had probably threatened to do some real harm to the herd if he refused to do what he asked. Then there were his three other brothers who he hadn’t really paid much attention to and who all had different dams. He hadn’t really cared about them since some of them had already left and others had just ignored him.

Trouble sighed and walked closer to the pool. The moonlight gave the pool and the caves that hid behind the waterfall an eerie look. It was beautiful though; if you liked that kind of thing. The blue gems that were embedded in the dark stone glittered and almost seemed to glow. He looked down into the pool to see his reflection. Perhaps he was becoming vain like his twin; since he was constantly looking at his reflection. No; it wasn’t like that. He didn’t have much else to look at and when he did look at his reflection it made him wonder who was staring back at him. That shaggy forelock and mane that looked quite rockstar… Those violet optics that stood out on his ebony face. Not a single marking to make him unique… He was like plenty of the other darks; an ebony pelt, dark as night. So that made him proud of his violet optics; since they seemed relatively unique. Sure, he’d seen other equines with odd hued optics but so far he hadn’t seen any with violet ones except for his sister. There would be more equines who would come to these lands and there was bound to be at least one other who had violet optics. Trouble sighed again; why was it that he even cared about that? Well, he did like to be unique; he didn’t just want to blend in with every one else. In fact, he hated that. He hated being just like every one else but the thing was that he wasn’t like ever one else. Yeah; he didn’t care about what equines thought of him and he didn’t care about his social status. He would do whatever the hell he felt like because he felt like it. He claimed this land because he wanted his own place to hang out and equines could come over; if they chose to. If it was only him he would be totally fine with it. It wasn’t like he needed any one; although company wasn’t bad. Sure; he could be kind of a loner sometimes but he didn’t want to be alone all the time. Equines who spent too much time with themselves they begin to lose their minds.

The night was young and Trouble wanted to make something of it. He didn’t really want to be alone any more; he was tired of going into deep thoughts. Then he heard something; the growl and hisses of a panther. His auds flickered back and forth; it wasn’t very close but it was close enough. He didn’t bother turning around because it sounded like it already had it’s prey in it’s hot little paws. Trouble began to walk away when he heard the rustling of foliage and with his peripheral vision saw a form emerge from the jungle. He kept his back to the form; which now stood completely still. He did the same but he knew the equine had seen him. He could almost hear the equine screaming ‘please don’t see me’ inside. He could do two things here; he could ignore the equine and continue with his life or he could turn around and face he or she. His banner flicked back and forth once and he was very tempted just to leave. The metallic smell of blood drifted into his nares and he turned his dial slightly. The equine had been the prey of the panther. Some how.. She had gotten away. Perhaps it had been a good idea that he hadn’t ventured into the jungle. He could also smell the sweat that covered the femme and her fear. She was the same hue as he but she had a streak of silver running through her banner and some of the same silver in her locks. Well, he had been yearning for some one to talk to and here was some one; what harm could it do to go and talk to her? He could have met her or some one like her if he had left his lands but here she was and he didn’t even have to leave the comfort of his home.

The onyx hued hellion turned and began to move his 17.2hh bod toward the femme. His strides were long and almost elegant but he moved with a swagger that just told every one that he really didn’t care. He held his dial as he would normally, he wouldn’t act as if he were better than this vixen because he didn’t know that. He thought that those who approached others already with that look on their visages that just bragged that they believed that they were better than you. They always kept their dials high and looked down on you; those pompous idiots had no idea. He never did anything like that but he never cowered before any one. So he wasn’t the type to act better than others but he refused to cower in fear; toward any one. It was hard to believe he was a dark sometimes. No; he just had good morals. He found it unfortunate that so many had lost that; that they just went around hurting others of their own class and spitting on every one else. He knew one thing; that he was better than that. Those who lowered themselves to hurt those who were weaker; well that didn’t mean they were strong at all. So he could go and push down a foal; and? The foal was new to this world; had no idea how to fight and what, was a quarter of your size? Wow, makes you real brave to do something like that. Trouble would rather take on another brute who was bigger than him and win. And he would do that. If he saw a hellion pushing around a vixen of his class he would go and push the brute around. That would be when you saw some of his darkness. When he was angry he was deathly cold and he would circle you with words and make your tongue swell and no words would come from your vocal cords because you had nothing to say back. When he would be finished with the brute and the femme would come up to him thanking him he would simply say ‘whatever’ and walk away; disappearing into the shadows. He knew what was right but he also had a dark soul which confused equines sometimes. He wasn’t the kind of equine to let others in on what he was; he was just a big mystery and no one had been able to solve him; not yet.

As he came close to the vixen he halted. He could see her blue optics but refused to meet them with his own. “Looks like it got you bad…” He noted, nodding toward her hindquarters. “I’m Trouble, this is my home.” He introduced himself and studied the vixen. She was terrified; any one would be able to see that. The mare had been backing up. “Why so scared? I won’t bite.” A grin crawled onto his kissers; it was that bad boy kind of grin.. All crooked. “In fact, I was just leaving to find some one… And here you are. Looks like I won’t need to go any where.” Trouble paused. There was this kind of show he put on when he spoke and it showed more of his darkness but if you dug deeper you’d find there would be more flavors to him, much more complex. “Now I’ve given you my name; now why not return the favor?” He asked, that grin still planted on his maw.



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Words;; 1,688
Muse?;; yeah
Lyrics;; Out of my Head by Mobile
Notes;; sorry it took so long
And I love that song; Ride by the Vines. I have them on my Ipod ^_^

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&&maeve

Bored aloud ignore the right to be
Invite me down because we like to see

The colors through your loaded mind
F*** the world and liberate our time

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Alone. It had always been that way. Maybe it always will be, but I see no change in it, I never had, not even when I was young. I have always been a drifter, always wandered from place to place, through the time shifts and different cultures of horse. Even though the most exciting had been the various terrains and places completely abnormal to my eyes, I had never stayed in one area for long, hopefully this would not be the first time I stayed somewhere for longer then my norm. Everyday seemed to be torture for me, but then I reminded myself how much I wanted out of life and I kept at it. Some days I just wanted to stay, some days I wanted nothing more then to leave in peace and never see this stupid, horrid land ever again. Tonight had been very different, if it had not been for the dumb panther then I would be enjoying the peace and serenity of the jungle, I would have been free from the equine pests that I knew lived among the trees and sloping lands.

If I could have I would have slept there, in the jungle, I would have stayed until I was fully rested and then I would seek out another area and repeat the process. I know that it would haunt me forever as I traveled, just thinking about the jungle made me ache for foreign reasons. But then, if I had stayed in the calm of the forest and the panther had never crossed my path, then I wouldn't be facing the biggest mistake I had ever made, next to the more private family matters. The brute was staring at himself in the pool as I backed away, for a moment I actually knew peace and relief that didn't come from just the place, but the actual feeling of knowing. The scratches on my flank weren't as bad as they felt, but then again Keenan's rejection of me had been much worse then it had felt, after all I hadn't really known my father(s). And thank Sheridan I hadn't. Everyone had been to crazy to even discuss me seeing him, understanding it all. Then came her rejection and my world fell apart. Of course on the outside I was the independent filly I had always been, but inside I had been in utter turmoil. Memories rushed back from the past and I furiously pushed them away, the past was my weakness, anytime it had been brought up I would brake into tears and sob like there was no tomorrow. I was foolish.

I was so foolish to think that I could actually get away from the brute, but then here he came sauntering towards me like he was some sort of king or sly idiot. Well, he wasn't sauntering, more like a stretched out walk with the grace and speed of a cat. A cat. Well here comes the horse eating panther. Look out, he might bite you! These were sarcastic thoughts, but funny none the less. I find myself chuckling as he neared. He was tall, probably a hand taller then I, but I didn't pay much more attention to him then that. Even his eyes remained a mystery, but like I should care, I didn't plan on sticking around for long, perhaps maybe a short conversation, or just a lecture. Of course I expect him to rant on about how I'm on his land and how I'm not allowed to be there and blah blah blah. I still stand stiffly, my knees are still locked, my ears still laid flat against my head, but my muscles are tensed, ready for anything. I can't help but think of ways to get away should I need too. He stopped just strides away from me, speaking as if he knew what I wanted or who I was. He had no idea, he never would, I would be sure of that. He spoke like he knew what I felt, like he knew what happened. He doesn't know anything, he is foolish, but so am I and I can't help it.

“Looks like it got you bad… I’m Trouble, this is my home. Why so scared? I won’t bite. In fact, I was just leaving to find some one… And here you are. Looks like I won’t need to go any where. Now I’ve given you my name; now why not return the favor?” [/color]

He smiled at me, giving off a grin like some rough neck colt would. Wow, he just made my day, not. I'm not buying anything that he is giving me. Whether it be words or ideas, I am not buying it. The grin was crooked, some sort of bad boy smile, what femme even liked that? What ever idea he had in his head shouldn't be there, I wasn't the type for anything like that, on top of that I didn't want it. Trouble. That is his name, that is what he has said anyway. He seemed like trouble, he was giving me plenty. "Don't really see why it matters to you. And who says you won't bite, that's like saying a panther doesn't." I don't say anything about giving my name. He doesn't need to hear it, he won't remember it, no one ever does, ever will. That is the only sad thing that comes with my way of life, but it doesn't plague me as much as it would others. I don't need people to remember me. I look up at him now, as I said his coat is just as dark as mine, though without the silver hairs, he looks mixed, no one breed showing up, his eyes are a dark violet color, but this is not abnormal to me. After all my own eyes switch between two different colors, ocean blue and seaweed green. Nothing is abnormal here, but nothing is as it should be at all. I have stopped shaking, it is obvious that he knows I was scared. But I will not let this foolish brute judge me just because I am femme. I have survived 4 harsh years without the need for a brute, I can survive plenty more and this little scratch is nothing more then a simple mistake. It will heal, it always does, because time heals everything. I bring my ears up higher and utter a single word. Maeve.


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[words] 1149
[muse] ehh
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[Unbridled Freedom]

// t r o u b l e
I must be
out of my head

Instead of stressed
I lie here charmed.

There were plenty of different kinds of equines. Some trusted you fully; right off the bat (then again those equines didn’t last too long). Others would trust you a bit; at least they would talk to you and expose some of themselves. That was what drove Trouble a bit nuts. Equines were so unwilling to tell any one anything. Then they had these dreams of finding some one who would actually understand them. Well Trouble couldn’t understand them if they didn’t let go and tell him about themselves. Yeah; they could keep him guessing by layering their words in sarcasm and insulting him but he would get bored and just leave at that point. What was the point in sticking around for that? They wanted to play hard to get; at least what they think is hard to get. He found it a waste of time because he learnt absolutely nothing about the femme except for the fact that she liked to be sarcastic more than necessary and that she really didn’t want to talk to him since she wasn’t talking to him. If any equine didn’t want to talk to him then he would just leave since he didn’t want to be around some one who didn’t want him there. There were vixens out there who did like to flirt and have fun but not be a stupid bimbo. His twin had something different to say about that but then she was being a hypocrite. Since that was what she was like. He had watched her when she and her newest toy had hung around their home. He knew she was a smart femme; knew how to play but was a total bitch if she didn’t like you. That wasn’t the point though; she liked to flirt and reveal things about herself slowly; not be easy but then not be some stuck up snob who thought no one deserved to know about her. She didn’t just laugh at every thing the brute said; she would laugh if it was funny; not because she wanted to give the brute confidence. If he wasn’t funny or charming or whatever she was expecting she would smash his face in the dirt. He kind of liked that about her; but it wasn’t something he was going to do. He was different from her; her priorities were in a different order. She’d like some one with good looks and power; were he’d like some one who was smart and well; was unique. He wasn’t going to pick the stereotypical dark as his love. He almost felt like he was kidding himself; but there had to be some one out there who was different.

The way she held herself… The way he saw her laugh as he walked up to her. He already knew she was that kind of mare. She thought he was some kind of joke. Well it wouldn’t be the first time an equine would think that. There were some out there who came up to every one with the same thought in their minds; that they wouldn’t believe a word they said and that they would simply look at them as a joke. It was an odd line of defense. Well; it might faze the occasional equine; make them doubt themselves. Good thing Trouble was sure of himself. He had spent plenty of time with himself to know who he was. You know those equines who liked to stand there and dream? They would dream of all the things they would do if a certain thing happened. If some equine came up to them they would act like a total nut. Yeah; that’s what they’d do. Well they never would go through with it. They couldn’t avoid being themselves. They’d say they had nothing to lose but they’d always chicken out. Well not him. He saw the opportunity to do something wild he would do it; because he really didn’t care what happened. He had nothing to lose and anything to gain. If he lost his land.. Then he’d go and claim some other. If there were none to claim? He’d challenge the bastard who stole it from hi min the first place. But he would never let a brute steal his land. They could be big or small but he would take them down. They could play up the tough guy act; they could toss insults at him but he would ignore them. Nothing really hit him that hard since he knew those insults were empty. If they knocked him down he would get back up and start fighting again. Death didn’t scare him; perhaps the life after would be better than the one now. He didn’t really want to think about that since he’d rather live in the moment instead of dreading the future or dwelling in the past; which he had been doing way too much lately. Man, he needed to get out soon. He needed to find some one to play with.. Well; he should see what this vixen had to offer before he went judging her. Although he had a fairly strong feeling about her.

At least she did speak. Another equine might have snapped back at her but he didn’t. No; he wasn’t like that, he didn’t really have a temper either. He’d rather play than fight and when a agitated vixen came along he’d try and lighten the mood.. Try was the key word there. He had come across plenty who had denied him out right; they had aimed for a kick in the face then stomped off. He wasn’t saying that he was impossible to resist by vixens because he knew plenty didn’t fancy him. There were those out there who did though; and those were the vixens he searched for. He was just fishing when he went to go and speak with other femmes. He wanted to see if they would play or if they would deny him. Denial didn’t really sting because he knew it was just because she wasn’t his type. He was himself; well a certain side of himself when he first met viragos. “Just common courtesy, I suppose. That apparently isn’t so common any more.” He muttered the last sentence under his breath; loud enough for her to hear though. “I just thought that when there’s a giant gash on some one’s rump I should say something.” Trouble shifted his weight and glanced around. He didn’t know whether to be flattered or insulted by what the vixen had to say next. “I suppose..” A grin played on his maw for a moment but what he really wanted to hear was her name. And then she finally did say it. “Maeve? Pretty name. Does it mean anything in particular, it sounds exotic.” He commented and looked her over some more. She had stopped shaking now; which made him relax a bit more.


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Muse?;; -ish
Lyrics;; Out of my Head by Mobile
Every You Every Me by Placebo
Notes;; Yeah; you really have improved since last time. That's great ^_^

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[ooc] I'll get my post up tonight

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&&maeve

Ride with me
Ride with me

Ride with me
Ride with me

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When I was younger, I was told I was worthless, I was told that I was unwanted, an orhan. Now I never complained, I never have, but inside I could feel like reality was slipping from my grasp, as though everything was coming apart at the seams. There was nothing for me to live for, but I found that there was. Me. I could live for me, survive for me. I could endure everything and anything just for me. I'm not selfish in this aspect, nor was I ever, but this was a time when I wanted nothing more then to have a reason to try. My reason was to live for me and not for some stupid reason like to make my mother proud, no I wasn't that much of an over achiever, I never was. It was for this reason that I kept myself from the reach of other hearts, this reason that I became an anti-social freak. That day, I decided no one would tell me I was worthless or too independent again, I would live for my opinion and no one else's, but this, this was, is not true. Every time I am told something bad about myself, I can feel it in my gut, it hurts, but I throw it all away. I have to. I mean, trust me I'm not a vain or conceited equine, but I don't like being thrown negative things. Not one day went by that I didn't think about that day, and the several others from my past. Wow, I just turned into a senior citizen, I'm reminiscing. Someone Help Me!!!

This thought brings me back to Trouble, the coal hued brute who stood just strides from me. No doubt that he is swooned over by many of the maidens who ran about the vast lands of this area. He is tall, dark, handsome, just what every mare looks for, well, some mares any way. There is always that one mare who doesn't care, nor does she pay attention until that type of brute seems to come and claim her heart. To me it sounds like a fairy tale, a story told to each and every filly as she aged. The males however, more then likely got a different story on how the best mate is beautiful, flirty, stupid, and easily controlled. If that was true then all the males in the world could disappear for all I care. I have a mind of my own and I prefer it that way, sadly that's what got my mother gang-forced. I am not going to have that happen to me, so all I can say is thank my mother that I came out with a personality and character no one liked, not even enough to be forced. a small smile was hinted on my lips, but it was not towards the stallion who stood in front of me, no just at my thoughts and how lucky I had been. With a heavy mental sigh I allow myself to relax, if he had wanted to hurt me, he probably would have already. I guess that means there is still a good chance I can leave in one piece and not several pieces. If I got lucky.

I never figured myself to really want to talk to someone, especially not someone I hardly knew. But I did, it felt like too long I had been separated from the real world, too long had I spent in my own dense mind. A sudden ache swam through me, as if I would burst with words, just babbling like there was no tomorrow. Of course I didn't do anything, I was to practiced to make the same mistake twice. I had already been shaking with fear when i met the brute, there was no way I would show him a longing to talk to him. Again my muscles had tensed, and slowly, limb by limb I forced myself to relax. My ears finally rose from their laid back position and a hind leg cocked back in a resting position as if I had all day to talk and make conversation. I take a small breath and then take several more, not realizing that I had been holding my breath the whole time I had been thinking. The sudden rush of oxygen and blood filled my body and blood, calming me even further. That's when I realized he had been talking to me.

“Just common courtesy, I suppose. That apparently isn’t so common any more. I just thought that when there’s a giant gash on some one’s rump I should say something. I suppose.. Maeve? Pretty name. Does it mean anything in particular, it sounds exotic.”[/color]

Common courtesy? And that was what now, it seemed like I had been away far too long. I bit my lower lip when I thought of how much I didn't know about how other's acted and what they said these days. What in the heck is common courtesy?! I gave Trouble a quizzical look, bring up my eye brows and widening my eyes as if surprised. The look died swiftly as he continued to talk about my scratch and then my earlier comment. I wasn't really listening, still wondering about courtesy and when it had developed and why in the heck it hadn't come along sooner. My next words were whispered more to myself just to make sure I was awake and alive, "I'll have to find that out one of these days, common courtesy.....hmmmm. " I didn't really think he would be listening, but then again I was being fairly rude as well, so I tuned my ears to his next words, the ones about my name. This time I feel a welling ball of frustration. Why did he have to ask that?! Nearly killing myself for even considering to answer his question I say louder this time, "I...It means purple flower, goddess of some sort and ......" [/color] I feel as if I might gag and I choke out the next word. "Intoxicating." Clearly who ever named me thought I would be some sort of flirt. My face shows my disgust at the meaning, I would have rather that it meant something more plain like just "purple flower." Atleast then it wouldn't sound like some hooker's name. Atlest I'm not a hooker. Oh heck no, if there was one I would only ever be a one brute kind of mare, not that many every found that attractive. My train of thought astounds me and I shake my head vigorously, not thinking about what I might look like to the coal black equine.

"And Trouble? Does that have a certain meaning for you or were you just a very disobedient and troublesome colt?" I put an emphasis on the "trouble" in troublesome, trying my hand, hoof, at teasing him a little, make for light conversation, then I won't feel mean when I have to leave like I always do. I flick my tassels back and forth along my hind end, over my cuts where several flies have been flying around. Stupid flies!! I think, looking to Trouble with ocean blue eyes, without showing a hint of the turmoil I felt within my gut.

[status] finished
[words] 1320
[muse] bad, very very bad
[notes] ohh, so random!! she's being nicer to him though, just don't expect her to google eye him, i won't make him go through that. XD[/color][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/quote]

[Unbridled Freedom]

// t r o u b l e
I must be
out of my head

The kind of eyes
that hypnotize me through


He didn’t know why she looked so confused when he had mentioned common courtesy. But like he had said; it wasn’t so common any more. He didn’t really know where he had gotten the manners from. Now that he thought about it his herd had actually been quite well mannered. They had been like that private school full of rich kids. In fact that was exactly what his herd had been like. They had all been quite cold; elegant but polite at the same time. They had expected perfection but rich perfect kids get bored and do things that they aren’t supposed to. Sure, they had been perfectly fine with all the cliques but his eldest brother had been the one who had decided that lifestyle was boring. Trouble had agreed with him and that was why his sister and he had left. Some of that mannerism had stayed with them; more with his sister than him but none the less. Yeah; he had come from an odd dark herd. They hadn’t been blood thirsty thugs and they hadn’t been sarcastic and cruel; they had just been cool and perfect. When you got his sire angry though; you’d better watch out and watch your back until your far from his lands. Again; Trouble hadn’t been into any of that and that’s why he had usually wandered off. His herd members had always thought he was just getting into trouble some where else . That had been partly true. He had liked to wander off because his herd had been boring and he had wanted some excitement which generally meant trouble. Oh how he had lived up to his name. He still did; in a way.

“You know, common courtesy… Showing some one that you actually give a damn.” Trouble explained. He couldn’t help but cuss; but it was light and Maeve was a big girl; wasn’t she? He saw that she was a bit distant but he really didn’t mind since he did get caught up in his own thoughts as well. When she did answer his question about her name a smile crept onto his kissers. He could tell she hated what her name meant; purple flower.. a goddess and intoxicating. He personally liked the meaning but he wasn’t going to let her know that since she would probably give him a good kick in the face. He couldn’t understand why she hated the meaning so much; he knew his sister wouldn’t mind having that meaning for her name but he knew she liked the meaning of her name just fine now. “That’s not so bad; better than some. Although by the look on your face you don’t think it suits you.” Trouble looked Maeve over; a small grin still playing on his maw. “Well you don’t have a purple thing on you… But you are pretty; like a flower.” He commented; keeping his distance as he said so. “And don’t argue; because I don’t think you’ve seen your reflection in some time.” Trouble added; voice smooth and calm. He had a feeling that Maeve didn’t have much self confidence and every equine needed some. He didn’t continue on with the meaning because he knew he’d get a kick then. He didn’t know what it was; but he had a feeling that she needed a compliment or two. He wasn’t pitying her; he was simply pointing out her good features. Every one liked to be complimented; his twin had told him that way too many times.

Now that Trouble thought about it he hadn’t received many compliments in his life. Well; at least when he was a yearling. When he was a foal he had been called cute and such by the older femmes but every foal was treated like that. His sire had claimed certain mares for just that purpose. He supposed it was so that his foals grew up well with confidence. Confidence was what had gotten his old herd so far. When they had made a choice no one doubted them and outsiders would gawk because they seemed so experienced in whatever they were doing. Ha, his herd had put on a good show; huh? It had amazed him how far confidence got you though; even if they had been wrong they still kept that confidence and make something up to cover it up. Trouble had confidence but he didn’t over do it and he didn’t go around leading others like he owned the place; like he knew exactly what to do. Most of his life was just improv and he liked that. He didn’t plan every thing out; he just kinda took a leap and found out what happened. Then he would adjust and figure out what to do. He didn’t huddle in the corner wondering what to do; he just did it. He liked to live an adventure and do what ever he pleased. Nothing really grounded him; he had a place to come back to which was nice but that didn’t mean it grounded him. He could leave and go where ever when ever and no one would care. That was what he liked about having his own place; it was his own and he was free. Nothing bound him; tied him down. The reason most hellions got land was because they wanted to start a herd and he knew he should as well. He wouldn’t mind being surrounded by femmes who wanted to be near him and a few good friends who could hang with him. Well he would just have to find them then; wouldn’t he?

When he heard Maeve ask about his name he chuckled lightly which dissolved into a grin. “I dunno; I wasn’t really that bad when I was a colt but I wasn’t like the rest. It’s more of a theme that my herd had had. My twin sister’s name is Chaos.. It was also like something we had to live up to and most of the time we did. My sister loves to watch the messes she makes grow and well then there’s me…” Trouble trailed off and looked himself over and flashed that crooked grin of his at Maeve. He stared for a moment into her deep ocean blue optics with his own violet ones. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul; he could understand that but he couldn’t see hers and he didn’t want to try. Some equines didn’t like it when you made eye contact; they got all nervous and glanced away; any where but your optics. Trouble always liked to test that since he wasn’t afraid of it. He wasn’t afraid to look into another’s optics; in fact he kind of liked it since he got to see the pretty colors and perhaps the emotions they were trying to conceal. He couldn’t see anything in her optics; but his gut told him something different. His attention was removed from her optics when he saw the flies buzzing around her wounds. “Why don’t you go clean those in the water over there; you wouldn’t want them to get infected.” Trouble motioned toward her wounds with his maw then to the waterfall that tumbled into the crystal clear pool. “You wouldn’t have to worry; since I could watch out and make sure nothing could get you when you’re in the water. But… I know you don’t trust me.” Trouble said; his voice smooth but sounded uncaring as he looked away from her. “You can trust me; for five minutes. If you want. Because I wouldn’t hurt some one like you.” He gave her another flash of that grin then turned and began to walk toward the pool. He stopped for a moment and glanced back to her; he was going over there even if she didn’t since he did want a drink.

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Status;; done
Words;; 1,310
Muse?;; yes-ish
Lyrics;; Out of my head by Mobile
I ran (so far away) by Flock of Seagulls
Notes;; Ha ha, that's fine ^_^

I was going to make him do something different but I decided not to push it.

[&&rhythmic ish back]

maeve


I'm not waiting a long life,
I'm not waiting alone

The whole 'common courtesy' thing really got me. In truth I had no idea that it was basically just caring enough to say something, or even feel something. None of my herd had ever had this, we were truly cold hearted. No one cared about where someone was, nor if they got hurt unless it was royal blood. If gossip was spread maybe one or two took pity on you, but in truth no one cared, you were on your own for most of the time. If you were injured you were left to fend for yourself, you may be helped by your dam or sire, but not one horse ever really cared. This 'common courtesy' idea was confusing for me mainly because we never had any where I was from, not that I minded, it made me who I am today, though it completely throws me off guard when it is expressed by someone towards me. I stood there, just thinking about it, when he spoke to me, You know, common courtesy… Showing some one that you actually give a d***.” My brows raised when he cursed, but I didn't comment. I didn't really mind much, I had heard alot of it in my time traveling, so it wasn't new to me. Showing someone you care.... hmm, I thought, I knew that a some point I would have to think about it more, as I said before, there wasn't much of it as I grew up, I wasn't accustomed to having someone "care" as he said. I didn't reply to those words he spoke, no, I just kept thinking about them and why I had never experienced it before.
And then I remembered that I had, but in more subtle ways then having someone come right out and say it.

It took me a moment, but I finally came back to the present time. I could see that he was just then taking in my words, the ones about the meaning of my name. Oh lovely, now he'll either make a crude joke or try to make a move on me. I would have run if he had, ran far away and never looked back, well until I decided that he could use a good kick in the face for being a complete jerk and a flirt. I could feel myself fuming at that instant, just imagining the possible outcomes made me want scream with frustration. Most males I had ever met were thick-headed and full of themselves, arrogant and ignorant as to how I might react. Trouble.... well, that's just what he was, trouble, but he didn't do either of the things I had thought of. No, it might have made it easier if he had. “That’s not so bad; better than some. Although by the look on your face you don’t think it suits you. Well you don’t have a purple thing on you… But you are pretty; like a flower. And don’t argue; because I don’t think you’ve seen your reflection in some time.” My jaw literally swung open and I just stared at him with the most outrageous look on my face. First, I thought he was joking, but when he didn't laugh or say that he took it back I was just plain confused. I couldn't figure him out. One minute he's cursing and the next he is actually telling me that I look pretty, like a flower!!! I forced my jaw shut, but on the inside I didn't feel as calm as I looked, okay well, maybe I didn't look so calm.

"No, it doesn't suit me, if anyone to my mother." I said between my teeth. I wasn't mad at him, no just the thought of my name and the meanings brought up images and words that I didn't want to recall. "I..." I started to argue, but stopped when I saw the look on his face. He had told me not to argue, but just watching him act so calm made me want to laugh. How he had known that I would argue was lost to me, but then again he probably had siblings and just knew them well enough to use it on me. The smiles he threw my way were little more then funny as he spoke, as if teasing someone or throwing a joke around, sort of like he knew what was going on inside my head. I frowned a little and then realized why he must have said it. I must be scruffy around the edges and he must be feeling sorry for me and think that if I fixed my hide I might look somewhere near decent. I roll my eyes a bit, but speak anyway, returning his own compliment. "Well, thanks... You don't look to bad yourself." The comment wasn't meant to be flirty, but to my own ears it did and I wanted to immediately take it back. I couldn't do that though, I might have looked like a fool. So I basically just bit my lip again. It was getting to be my habit, biting my lip when I was nervous. Before he could get any sort of ideas I rearranged a frown on my face and spoke with loads of stuttering, "I....I d.didn't mean it like that...." I barely managed to get it out at all. He had better not get it in his head that that meant anything or I would be off and quick too. Maybe a good kick in the face would work too. But in truth he was right, I hadn't looked at my reflection.... ever. I didn't really know who me was. Only that I looked like the two of my parents put together. I didn't really care unless someone decided to get negative with me. Over all I wasn't completely one hundred percent confident, no I ranged between seventy five and fifty percent.

I didn't really feel like I needed to see myself, so I decided just to take his word for it. Why should it matter to me anyway? No male would come calling my way anymore if I had anything to say about it... which I didn't until they came. Males were so freaking irritating, if I really wanted their attention I would ask for it or something.... That's where my frame of thoughts were when Trouble started to speak again, “I dunno; I wasn’t really that bad when I was a colt but I wasn’t like the rest. It’s more of a theme that my herd had had. My twin sister’s name is Chaos.. It was also like something we had to live up to and most of the time we did. My sister loves to watch the messes she makes grow and well then there’s me…” I wanted to laugh, they had to live up to their names?! Well then, lucky for me I don't have to, no I couldn't turn into a purple flower, or become a goddess, let alone be 'intoxicating'. Though if I wasn't a type of breathtaking intoxicating toy, that wouldn't be too bad, just as long as flirting and games weren't involved. It sent a shiver up my spine at just thinking about it. I was to busy trying to smother my smile to be caught in the shiver, but I still noticed it. And then he caught my eyes in his own. He was just staring at me, keeping my gaze as if trying to challenge me. I didn't feel challenged at all, no, I was actually calm. His eyes were a deep violet purple, they felt chilling, metaphorically speaking in a way, I only meant that they sent more chills up my spine. The ocean blue he was seeing began to turn the deep moss green that I call my more friendlier gaze. I didn't try to hide anything that I may have felt, I didn't blink at all, just stared back at him, daring him. "“Why don’t you go clean those in the water over there; you wouldn’t want them to get infected. You wouldn’t have to worry; since I could watch out and make sure nothing could get you when you’re in the water. But… I know you don’t trust me. You can trust me; for five minutes. If you want. Because I wouldn’t hurt some one like you.”

He looked away before speaking to me, at my wounds and motioning with his head at the water fall. Personally I had had worse, but he probably wouldn't have believed me. I think the worst was the day I got attacked by the bear.... or maybe the day I was surrounded by three mountain lions.... I don't know, though I have had worse. I don't really care if it gets infected, but I have my good common sense, so I just follow him over to the water fall and pool. But then I remember his words, "'Wouldn't hurt someone like me'..... 'wouldn't hurt someone like me'..."

[/b] I had been mumbling to myself, I didn't think he would hear, he was only a little bit away though, so he could have. What did he mean by that?! I thought and then remember how he said I didn't trust him and that he could probably smell the different scents that clung to my body like a damp rag. I had been many places, I was a traveler, he wouldn't be the first to say something like that, though it hurt a little more then it should have. What did he care if I was 'someone like me'? What did that matter any how? I brushed it off, just another comment from another equine I won't see again after I leave. Then again, when will i leave. I knew that I would have to think on that. I walked slowly along after him, letting the cool night air settle onto my back. It wrapped me in the momentary confinement of peace, and then we stopped just near the water.

I walked away from him, just standing next to the falls. I could feel the mist of it on the scratches and closed my eyes. So where all all the other equines that must live with you, family, friends? What about your sister? I was being nosy, that was obvious, but I didn't understand why no one else was here, normally some other equine would have shown up and I would be bombarded with weird accusations. I sidestepped and backed into the waterfall. It pounded onto my rump. I grimaced a little as it hit my scratch, but I worked to conceal that. After just a moment beneath the water I was completely soaked, my tassels hung down in a waded up mess and my tendrils dripped waters as I walked out from under the water back over to where Trouble stood. I stopped walking when I came within a few feet of him. My fetlock covered my eyes so I could just barely see. I shook my head to the side and the clump of wet hair fell on the middle of my forehead. Meanwhile I watched Trouble, thinking about my family and other things.


[status] finished
[words] 2016
[muse] none at all
[notes] YAYS!! longest post ever[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[&&rhythmic ish back]

[ooc] You okay UB?