Scared, Lost, And Never Forgiven

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The Moonlight shimmers down on the almost glass-like ground. Its night, the time when horses are most vulnerable. A wolf howls in the distance, echoing through the trees and rolling off the cliffs. the air smells crisp, the way it always does after the snow starts melting. the night is cool, and chilling. A shiver runs down Isidar's back and cool breeze blows through the land. He hears the cliffs crumble underneath an animals small feet, another shiver. At night this place is ghostly, eerie, and disturbing. Isidar thinks back to when he was a child, everything seemed so safe when he laid next to his mother. 'But all thats gone now. my mother abandoned me.' his thought shriek with anger and depression. He clears those thoughts from his head. 'It wasn't her fault,' he thinks again, 'she had to leave, there was nothing she could do, and i got left behind.' More Thought of anger rush into his head. Finally he stopped arguing with himself, and decided to find a place to sleep for the night. He plods over to an over-grown tree with a canopy of leave over head. Isidar lays down to go to sleep. More thoughts of his childhood flows into his head as he dreams. He doesn't remember the face of the culprit that took his mother, but he remembers her "screams." just as a little yearling, he hid in the pine trees, and watched it all. to this day he still doesn't forgive himself for not doing anything. But what could he do? he was only a little foal then. But he can still do something now. But what?

The new morning light shines on him as the dawn breaks, sending scarlet and crimson rays to stretch around the the night bound sky. Isidar slowly opens his dreary eyes and looks around. Even though its just barely dawn, he gets up to search for food, which wont be very hard because he has a special sense to find food and water. After sniffing around for a little bit he finds some. With his head down sniffing the ground to it he ends up ramming into another horse. Surprised he looks up to find a mare. And then without saying anything, he just stares at her... Awkwardly...

[Velnias]

FOX

Would you like me to kill you now, or later?

"Dad, what would you have done..." My eyes trailed along the smooth contour of slick black rock, eroded away by thousands of years of animal prints and time. My business was so frustrating sometimes! It was my job to go it, get the job done, and get out fast. No traces, no nothing. No off track. All the same, I'd trained myself this way but sometimes, like right now, my adventures hit an all time low in the morale department.

Okay, first of all: I'm an assassin. I kill people. But only the ones I'm supposed to kill, and if I don't want to be seen I'm invisible, and you never knew I was there. Usually I don't walk up to your random Joe and strike up casual banter, but on occasion I do. Usually I'm behind schedule or off track, but sometimes, just sometimes...

The night was pitch black and the sky was like a huge black-purple dome all around me. The rock of the ever-stretching, endless cliffs was just as black and just as shimmery, so with the reflection it looked as though I was walking through dark, deep, open outer space. I was alert to all the sounds of night, and aware that my dark ebony body blended in perfectly with the night. One diamond-shaped star shone out on my forehead and to a stray passerby, I wouldn't even be seen. Not to mention the fact I was traveling with invisibility. With my ears swiveling like crazy atop my head and the night wind, salty with the sea air from the ocean water crashing around below the cliffs, lifting my mane just off my sleek neck, I was at relative peace. It was rare I ever found a quiet moment, and that made me all the more calm and alert.

My jawline set and my skin taut with a little bit of pressing anxiety, I scanned the windswept surface of the black-gray rock. I smelled the stallion's scent before I came near him, and when I finally saw him I was relatively unimpresed. He was asleep, at this time of night? I hardly felt like I ever slept at all; at least not on a mission. Which was quite frequent. It was simply too dangerous. Not to mention the distant howling of night wolves, there were more than a few equine predators he needed to worry about. I was one of them. But as I walked near enough to him to crane my neck down and feel his hot breath on my face, I saw the worry lines creasing his forehead. Either he was overstressed already or he worried too much about the little things in life. Both of which, in fact, should have made him even more aware. I found that stress made me the opposite of tired; it gave me a heightened sense of awareness, pressure to push on, and pride that wouldn't let me walk away until my deed was finished.

I wasn't one for charity but unbeknownst to him, I stood over the stallion through the night. I figured on standing, getting a little peace of mind for a few hours, and being off on my way in the morning. But when dawn rose in the east I thought about it again; I could see what color he was now and realized why he'd looked so strange to me the night before. The horse was cream-white with dark flecks all over him. An appaloosa, by color and probably breed. I thought twice about up and leaving him, and decided it might be best to stop, ask questions, and then walk on. When the horse finally stirred I watched him stand, blinked my eyes at the light coming in across the landscape, and allowed myself to be seen by him. When he looked away I wasn't there, a second later I was and he noticed me. He looked a little startled, and all I did was return his empty stare with a cool, jaunty look. I was a good hand, at least, taller than he and because of the impressive way I carried myself I must have looked rather imposing. But he just stared at me rather dully.

"Don't gawk so much," I said in a snappy tone, not meaning to act so harsh but not regretting it either, realizing it was a result of the last few sleepless days and nights. "What's your name, and what are you doing in a place like this?" I didn't mind if it came out sounding curious or imposing, but I flicked my forelock from my face, casting a wary glance out at the rising sun as if to get across the message that I was in a hurry. I waited for the horse to respond, my lips pursed and my eyes cold on his.

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The Mare that he stood looking at, he though she was a pure beauty. SHe was Sleek and black all over, except a for a star on her forehead that seemed to be splashed on, so in he mind, she was a pure beauty, then she spoke... Her words were hurtful to him. Its not really his fault that he hasn't seen another horse since almost all of them that lived around here got taken. But her words snapped his gaze, and all he could reply with was, "uhhh..." But he knew that shed think he was retarded if he only said that, so he finally managed to spit out, "Isidar, and.. i.. uhh.. live here?" he kinda questioned himself as he said that. where did he live? he goes to a new place in this Hell hole everyday. Why hadn't he seen her before? And even more so, what was her name? "And you are...?" he got up the urge to say. 'Man,' he thought, 'the first horse i meet in what seems to be like ages, and she seems like a brat...' He couldnt help but think ubout her sharing a life with him, and that though, gave him chills. 'how would i ever be able to live with her?' And while he waited for a reply he stared at the ground, he watched ants go by, carrying their small pieces of food, and with that though he remembered how he ran into her. He looked around her, and sure enough, there was the berries he wanted. He pranced over to them, leaving her standing their. And from what he could tell, she just looked at him with disgust. 'Hey, whats so bad about me?' he thought to himself again.

OOC: ahh im not very good with conversations.. haha

[Velnias]

FOX

Would you like me to kill you now, or later?

I frowned at his apparent lack of quick thinking. He wouldn't have lasted long as part of the Fraternity, that was for certain. But I reminded myself I was just trying to pass through and tried to remind myself to cut him a little slack. Just a little. I looked around, feeling increasingly anxious that the sun was rising fast and I wasn't hot on my target's trail. So I knew I needed to hurry this up as quickly as I could. "You? Live here?" He didn't sound very convincing, and I had the feeling he wasn't even convinced by his own words. I kept myself from scoffing at his apparent lack of confidence. "You should find yourself a real place; with your looks I'm sure you could wth no trouble." I spoke in a mildly patronizing tone I couldn't stop from coming on, but I tried to soften it with a soft, mybe even a flirty smile, even though my eyes were still as cold and gave away nothing.

"My name...isn't important." I looked away as I said it, not wanting to give him the complete and total belief that I was utterly worthless. At the same time, knowing he already thought so little of me burned a flaming irritation in my throat and I had to hold back a string of fire-sprouted words emitting from my lips for they'd certainly tear him up, in such a state as he acted like he was. Dejected, depressed. I had to admit my curiosity, but at the same time I had so many better things to do than stay here and play fool's games. "I'm just passing through and I thought you might want to know," I paused here, looking around us both, seeing no one else, "that this isn't a good place to drop your guard. These cliffs drag the best and the worst out of someone; there is always danger here." My mouth pressed into a firm line, I lifted my elegant head to stare over Isidar and lok past him, where I could have sworn I heard a faint clamor. Time to go, I determined.

"Well," I began, nodding in respect to the stallion. I threw him a quick, mystifying glance and opened my mouth to say something, but closed it again, dipping my head to him once more. I tossed my head high, stepping around the smaller horse and pricking my ears to the horizon. I'd taken only a few steps, fully intending to walk on right then and there, but I stopped. I looked over my shoulder at him. "I need to be going now. I hope you..." I thought about it, my eyes dark and brooding, "...find what you're looking for." The wind tugged at my mane and I tossed it away. I waited, half expecting him to say something, half hoping he would do something I didn't expect.

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"Thanks!" Isidar smiled a sort of quirky smile. 'She might not be as bad as i thought she was' he thought to himself. "And well.. I was kinda abandoned here when someone took my mother, I've been here ever since.." His voice trailed off. "But where is there any other place?" he asked, never knowing there was anywhere else BUT here. "I've searched everywhere, but i kinda all seems the same. Maybe you could show me around?" He questioned hopefully, for he would like to stay with someone like him as long as he could, even though she wouldn't even give him her name. He thought that she might have flirted with him before, but wasn't sure, so he thought he'd try his luck. "Well if you have to go maybe i could go with you? because your right, it is dangerous around here, so we should stick together. Two is better then one." He smiled again, hoping to charm her.

It was Becoming hotter now, and the Heat Beamed down on his splattered coat, Making it shiny. He looked around and saw a deer with her fawn, after all it was spring! The flowers were poking up through the unmelted snow. The ground was wet and soft with mud and new grass. Birds sang in the trees, becoming twitter pated. Butterflies were out and about collecting nectar. Spring was the season of love to Isidar, and he always wished he could join in on it.

[Velnias]

FOX

Would you like me to kill you now, or later?

Great, I thought in my mind. A tagalong. Extra baggage. I didn't need this and I wasn't a charitable type of character. I was a killer, and I had to move. Assassins did what they wanted; assassins slit throats. Assassins could do anything to anybody. To any body. I didn't need to wait up for this character. I'd stopped, slowed down for just one minute and this had happened already! These were the problems I occasionally encountered. I had a flipside personality; able to turn off emotion or be the most passionate about something...but I never let my guard down. Of course I'd ben watching him closely; it was how I'd determined he was, after all, completely harmless. And I was equipped to handle any situaton, even this, because I'd taught myself to think on my feet and be prudent, and realize that something like this wasn't supposed to happen but because it did I needed to figure out how to deal with it. This, I'm thinking in my mind, in a mere split second befoe I blurt out at Isidar. And I'm castigating myself for going off course in the first place.

The wind licked at my dark mane, blew at my stony cold face. The gray sky overhead cast shadows across my eyes and made the long bridge of my nose more prominent. I flared my nostrils and blew a loud snort from them, not even trying to stop the spasm of irritation and anxiety that flared up wih my temper at that very moment. "Isidar, you have no idea what you really just asked me. Never," I snapped, "never ask a question you don't already know the answer to." I locked my eyes on his too-forgiving, too-kind face. I looked down at the Appaloosa, my gaze steely and overbearing. "You're too compliant, you change sides too easily!" This entire time my ears were pricked behind me, not pinned, as I wasn't expecting for a fight.

I gave him a silent, brooding look after my few seconds of boiling temper had simmered down. "You don't even know who I am. You're too polite," I said, my voice its usual, completely cool, giviing out no emotion, "in my business there isn't time to be polite." I once had someone tell me they thought I was beautiful; the same stallion told me when I was angry I was drop-dead on fire. But I didn't like being angry, and I didn't like giving things away about me. I didn't want to be disturbed, just to do my job. Isidar, such an unassuming, innocent, pleasantly ignorant young horse had no idea of my true side.

"I need to go." I left Isidar with my dark, gazing look in my eyes, my proud, elegant face looking down on him. I walked away from him, leaving him there. I had no qualms! I didn't have time for regret. I had a mission and I couldn't leave any dragging thoughts behind to pull me up later.

I am no generous person.

So that is why I called back to Isidar at the last moment, before I disappeared right in front of him. "Think about it," I called over the growing wind. "When I come back looking, you'd better not be sitting here--" At that moment, I stepped through my door and was gone. I only hoped he'd gotten my message and somehow, I knew he had. It isn't often I met a stranger, but you're one of the few. Commit yourself to me and you commit yourself to us. Be ready, Isidar. There is no time to sulk, no time to think. Just do.

OOC - Holy. . . . that did NOT turn out expectedly. So it looks like I may be turning him into, well, an...asssassin. Or some form thereof.