I Seek Not Love, Just Protection

[Twister]

The lone fae entered the cadre. Although she did not want to join another band it would be best for her fawn. Protection from other equids would be the first thing, other foals if they were lucky, a sense of togetherness, and in case of an emergancy and somthing happened to her... No the fatale shook her cranium letting her tawny tassels wisp in the wind created by her swift movements. She would not die she would be strong for her foal but.... No there was no buts about it. but to be on the safe side she would appreciate another ess around incase her carcass lost life. If that would happen the minx hoped with all her heart that the young one that floated in her barrel would accept the maiden as his own and she the same. But no worries that would not happen. Inside the dame's crown she could not feel satisfied and knew that chance which she was trying to convince herself that would not happen might at a 50% chance. Not that she was trying to die, it was just the stress that the death brought upoun her. And the loss of a piece of her heart. And without her friends whom she had known so well who would not follow when it was the wisest choice. Her heart was broken. but as much as she tried her weakness grew each day, and her strength left her even more each day. This time she let a single saltine tear fall down her maple canvas, not for her but for her child. For her child she would survive, yes she would survive for her foalen.

[D'Artagnan]

The hulking golden stag observed 'er distress with a flicker of compassion. Despite 'is size and build, 'e was by nature a gentle creature. One that fought with lethal fury when those close to 'im were threatened. 'E hesitated a moment, wondering if the faen sought solitude in 'er inner conflict. Neutrals were often unpredictable, apt to be antisocial as a dark one moment and inviting as a light the next.
I will not tell thee not to cry, for tears aid the healing of many a past injustice. I would inquire as to these sorrows, but I hold not such hopes upon a first meeting. I am the one by the calling of D'Artagnan. And thou? In 'is words 'e tread carefully, knowing that in time perhaps the ess would let 'im know 'er mind. 'E would not press the matter.

[Twister]

The copper dame forced the saltine aquas to stop falling down her henna canvas. For some reason she felt that if one saw another cry they immediatly marked them as weaklings, making them an easy target. Although the brute's tones seemed kind after being taught this thought since birth it was a hard thing to go against. Silence hung in the acreage until the fatale slowly turned to face the the cremello stag. Twister. She didn't know how to respond to the masculine other then that single word. She herself did not feel like facing the matter and that meant time before she could let another know of her story.

[D'Artagnan]

I would, however, venture to inquire after thy immediate situation. From whither did thou come? Dare I ask what drove thee hence? 'E spoke, vocalizations at a lower tone as 'e drew slightly nearer. 'Is wavelengths needed not travel so far now.

'E watched 'er expression carefully for the tiniest signs of a painful past. A flicker in the jaw muscles. A tightening of the embouchure. Anything.

Welcome to the club. 'E longed to say We all fled here from another place, another life. A family. Welcome to the land of new beginnings, where past, present and future intermingle.

[Twister]

Her russet lenses held back another package of tears. But instead of crying she stiffened a bit using all her will power to prevent more of the saltine drops that never changed a thing. I came from a land far from her. There were waterfalls and the aqua marine was quite close too. It was all taken under the rule of... The pang of reminscing the events was sharp. But she knew it was too late to just stop now. Apollo. Although smaller bands resided near by their numbers were quite low. And soon many stags began making a plan to kill him. So when this did happen I tried to convince the other faens to leave. Being the lead I took this as my responsibility. I then left them because they would not follow and came upon this terrain. The words escaped her aperature so fast the seemed to run together. Although she didn't mention most of the events that occured this was a good enough synopsis. Atleast for now. She might in time, if she became good friends with any equiss tell them everything. But for now this was good enough.

[D'Artagnan]

Ah, thou art a brave one, to branch out on thy own like that. So, that which causes the swell of thy barrel, tis Apollo's? 'E was silent for a moment, lost in thought. I too was forced to flee from all I knew, and twas no friendly parting. But I was more at fault than thee. It was a great misunderstanding, which led to... my first kill. Both times a stag fell before me it was an accident.

[Twister]

Yes. The muse's words were filled with happiness yet sorrow. For her greatest wish would soon come true just not with the one she loved by her side. It would be hard raising a child on her own but surely others before her have done it with courage. With only a couple months left she would have to earn that courage and gain the strength needed to fight off intruders. But there was still time for that. As she listened to the hellion continue her thorns picked up the word kill although shock ran through her for an instant she recalled her mother's words: Let the first to say that they have never done anything wrong be the first to throw the stone. This was a rule that guided her life. From the times she was dark to the times she was light to the confused times and chosen. Her mother oh the reminices that word held. She was always there so kind, so beautiful, so wise. but her time had come all too soon. She was now always with Twister, but in a more spiritual way. And now she would never leave her side. The faen then relized that her silence at words would probally lead to the accusation that she was scared and thought the cremmello was a murderer. It must have been hard fleeing from all you knew, after an accident. I have seen both sides of things, D'Artagan, the light and dark but have chosen the neutral. But yet you know whom you are and even though you made a mistake you moved on acknowledging it and accepting it. You stayed with the light side and that is courage. Putting up with what has happened and changing for the better and accepting it. For one can not change the world. And if they try they are asking for a big dissapointment. The last words were als one of her mother's. She always spoke with wisdom beyond the years of any, and she was more fair than them all. The ess silently hoped that she would be that kind of role-model for her spawn.

[Twister]

OCC: I'm sorry I keep on modifying this post. New ideas just seem to pop up lol

[D'Artagnan]

(ooc: u should smack me, I keep forgetting about this thread)

'E nodded thoughtfully, absorbing the philosophy in silence. 'E was not eager to say what had to come next, but to omit it would be a partial untruth.
I spoke of the stags that fell before me, but I said nothing of faes. Being one of honour I would normally never harm a faen, but under extenuating circumstances I was forced to... 'e fought for the words, not wanting to pause for a breath lest 'is interlocutor jump to a conclusion.
T'was a great coldblooded dark. A drafter ess that dwarfed even myself. She threatened my family... 'e took a gasping breath

Dost thou think ill of me now? Mine honour is soiled but my family is safe.

[Twister]

(occ: Yay fun! jk I think I am going to start saying my posts in 1st person point of view, I want to see how it works out)

I shook my crown slowly at first but gradually the turning of my skull quickened. No... No, your honour is not spoiled only brought to greater light. So has my regardment of you as a loyal and trustworthy stag. If you would risk your life for your family if it meant loosing your life or honour than you have done well. If you were to run off and not defend than you are nothing but a fool. The faen asked for it, and in the end she recieved her own taste of blood.

[D'Artagnan]

A relieved grin parted 'is pigment-free kissers at this.
I am glad that thou seeth it that way. Long has my mind echoed the same, but I feared that it was only an excuse, a plea to keep me sane.

It is difficult to always regard the world as a Light should. Often if we see things too clearly, the bitter reality can tear our world apart. T'would be easier to be a Neutral, holding balance between the sides, but I have turned ever lighter since the day I nearly crossed the line into Darkness...

[Twister]

Yes, the darkness is a hard thing to resist, but your conscience grows stronger as your resistance. I have always wondered about titles, ever since I was a young flicka. Still to this day it does not make sense. As I was saying this I slowly let my cranium shake back and forth while my kissers tilted upwards towards the sky. Maybe it is to much of a big thing for one with such a little skull, but I feel every equiss has good and evil in them. Some show it in different ways but a light like a darkness is in every one of us. It just depends what triggers it. As I was saying this I felt a small bump on my left side of my barrel and a harder one on my right-side. How odd, I said silently to myself, could there be double foals in me? Well time would come soon enough for me to meet my fledgling or fledglings.

[D'Artagnan]

'E nodded, relieved that 'is ponderings were with equal. Indeed, we all wage that battle time and time again. Some days it proves easier than others. 'Is voice trailed off, chasing 'is thoughts to some far corner of 'is profound mind. 'E took the brief silence as an opportunity to study 'is interlocutor, and dared to pose another question:
Thou seemst to be nearing the end of thy term. 'E said, nodding to her round barrel Dost thou fear for thy fledgelings?

[Twister]

That was a question I had to think about before answering. Did I really want D'Artagan to know my weakness? Did I want any equiss to know my downfall? But against my conscience I told the stag everything. ...Yes, I do. I fear that I will not be a good mother. I fear that I will not be able to see my blood to grow up. I fear that I will not be strong enough to defend my young, or take care for them once they are born. And I fear that they will not have a mother to care for them! By this time I was in tears. I felt better now that what I felt was out in the open, but my fears were racing ahead of themselves and getting my skull started. So I let the tears go on.

[D'Artagnan]

The hulking mascu stepped closer, shamelessly pulling her into an embrace with 'is thick boa.
We all have those fears. And we will all get our chance to prove ourselves. Already I have gained confidence from defending my family against Darks, and because of that my fear of being an inadequate father is lessened. But still I am anxious to raise my son Artemis right. 'E said softly.