Two Losts Soul, Come Together[open]

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.;.Lynna.;.

Things had been different since she had met Desiree. There relationship wasn't exactly friendship yet, but a mutual understanding. Two clashing worlds; a similar thought once upon a time, a mutual function.
Des, was I touched by an angel or possessed by a demon? Lynna thought to herself; and in retrospect, to Des.
Angel, definitely angel. Don't you remember him talking about me being everyone's fallen angel? It's time to save you; in turn saving him.
What is there of me left to save?
Everything. You're a good girl, you just got lost along the way. We'll find your path together again, and we'll find a way to calm you down a bit.

Lynna doubted that. She was scared; she had had friends like this before. Identities she had made up to cope with the stress of living. Not necessarily alternative personalities, but alter egos. There was Koyami; the demon child-she helped Lynna deal with her anger. There was Akemi; the bright and the beautiful, she helped bring Lynna from the darkness. There was Nanashi; who helped her think. Elizabeth was there to help her deal with day to day life; Ashley was there to help when she couldn't deal with people. Lucifelly...she was a different story, she was the demon's spawn...Lynna used her when she wanted to get in some trouble.
But, none of them were quite like Des. None of them were based off a real person. None of them had as much depth as Des. She could tell you the origins of the others...Des just appeared one night out of the blue. All Lynna had known of the former Des, in life, was what her boyfriend had told her...so how did Des seem so complete in her own mind...or was Lynna just making it all up?
I'm here to help. Really here, not just a hallucination. Well, yes a hallucination, but, not just in your head.
Lynna could almost feel the left side of her brain reacting more whenever Des was around. She'd never felt such seperation in her brain hemispheres; but there it was when Des was around. Almost as if she was taking control of the emotional fantasy side of Lynna's brain to try and help her cope with things. In a scary way, it was peaceful.

In life, really all Lynna had been told was Desiree had been a great friend to her boyfriend. She had been referred to by several as "a fallen angel." She was in love and hanging out with the wrong stallion. Lynna's current boyfriend had been in love with Desiree, and she had killed herself. The boy she was with, the one that no one thought was good for her, had followed suit...Lover's folly.
But, the Des in Lynna's head had said there was more to it then that. There was hidden things in her life that she had hid well from everyone. The fear, the oppression, that feeling that she wasn't going to be anything. The same feelings that Lynn felt periodically in her own life; she just hadn't acted on them as Des had.
Things in this world were never as they seemed. An as Lynna grew to realize that, she grew more paranoid and scared of the world that was around her. She did not know who to trust, she did not know who was really there for her. She clung to those who extended a helpful hand, and thereby drove them away. She wished it not upon anyone, her struggle and confusion. She just wanted to know what was going on.

Ignorance is bliss...

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Ignorance is bliss if you don't know anything is happening. It is not bliss when you know something is happening but don't know what.
Really? I've never heard that. You're being a woman.
Isn't that what I am?

Des fell silent again, but only for a moment; to think on the subject.

You are more than a woman, you are you. Not just a simple mindless drone; you are you; smart, beautiful, sassy, and still young. You have the world ahead of you, and you can master it.

Lynna liked the sound of that. She wanted to believe it in her whole body, not just the strange numbness of the left side of her brain. Though it would be time consuming, she had this fallen angel all to herself for now-it appeared it would give her reassurance.

I'm not your personal pep talker, you know.
You could've fooled me.

Lynna giggled. It was a gentle sound that was nothing more than a sweet trickle of happy thoughts. She had needed that giggle to shake of this feeling. She needed to remove herself from the equation for a little while, to stop tempting the beast and let it calm down. The question was, could she even do that for two days?
She looked up to her forehead, and smiled weakly.
Whatever you are, for now we're in this together. Whether it's to help me be a better person, or for some own gain you had in mind.
She could feel Des almost smile-if a voice in your head could do such a thing. She didn't know what Des looked like. She didn't even know the sound of her voice, which is what made Lynna feel even more crazy. How, if you never knew someone except by stories, could they be trapped in your skull with you?
Because, I'm not just someone. I'm an angel.
A guardian angel. I like the sound of that.

She closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath to calm herself. She saw her happy place once more-and her boyfriend was in it. They were there with several foals next to a lake where they had been drinking and swimming in. Her head was rested on his shoulder as they watched their foals play.
A guardian of that. I came to you when you first realized he was in your happy place. I want both of you to be happy. There's a plan for everything, and right now-the plan is to keep you together. So, my job is to keep you from ruining it by driving him away.

Lynna opened her eyes, and looked to where she had wandered off to in her slight vision quest. Fields rolled, but they were blood scarred. Both of them had that sinking feeling in the pit of their stomachs.
"What is this place?"
Lynna said aloud. Des did not respond, she remained silent. Watching, waiting. Hoping she could help to save Lynna if the need arose. It did not seem that many had passed through her unharmed-but perhaps Lynna could find an unlikely friend here to help guide her.

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OOC: No forcebreeding, please no evils or manipulators. She needs a friend. Lynna thoughts are in black, Des are in gray.[/center][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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The days were dragging by slowly for him now. Seconds ticked by at a snail's pace, and the beautiful stallion was having trouble finding things to do to occupy his endless supply of lonely days. He was beginning to figure out just how hard it was to entertain oneself when you've nobody to talk to. His hooves were silent against the ground as he trotted across the grass. He could sense the darkness of this place; felt the shadows of the past pressing down on him, threatening to suffocate any weak soul. But Winter was strong; his mind was tough and impenetrable, and though he could feel the agony of the nightmares from past happenings, he refused to let it bother him. It was places like this that made him regret his extra perception, especially his hearing. His charcoal ears swiveled round as he heard a distant scream, followed by snorting and laughing. The silver grulla had heard more then enough of this- he knew exactly where he was, and all he wanted was to be able to get through and out of this horrid place. If he stumbled across a poor filly in distress, perhaps he could rescue her and then be on his way. Of course, he never was one for violence. Although his other senses had been heightened, he still found a bit of difficulty in fighting without eyesight. Winter took great pride in the fact that being blind was not his greatest flaw; his paralyzing shyness was. He would sometimes get so terrified about being around others, he would freeze up or bolt. Things like this had caused him great trauma- he'd nearly run off a cliff once.

As another scream pierced his brain, traveling through his ears from too far away for him to be of any help to the poor mare, Winter picked up his pace, settling into a light canter. His hooves moved carefully across the ground, sometimes slipping into little crevices and dips that he compensated for, shifting his body weight easily. Never tripping, never stumbling... the stallion had much practice at adapting to moving without seeing. When he was a yearling, he'd started losing his sight. Knowing he had a few months, the colt had started practicing, running with his eyes shut and working on figuring out how to shift himself at the last second to avoid tripping when he stepped on uneven ground. After running headlong into trees several times, he'd started to get the hang of it, using his advanced hearing to cast forward and catch the soft whispers of air currents, determining what obstacles were set in his path.

Reaching out tentatively with this hearing now, Winter began to pick up his pace. He was itching to get out of this land, to try and find that safe heaven somewhere, where he could live in peace without worrying about fighting for his life, or avoiding the scum of the earth. The sleek silver stallion slammed to a halt very suddenly, his haunches digging down into the earth as he rapidly began to back up. After a few moments, Winter paused, sucking in a deep breath and listening closely. He'd heard someone giggle- he was sure of it. Not moving, hardly breathing, the stallion inched closer to where he'd heard the little laugh, ears pricked as he maneuvered himself behind a tree, hiding from whoever was ahead of him.

Listening intently, the young stallion heard a mare's voice, asking what this place was. the tone of how she spoke made it clear that he had not been spotted, so she must've been speaking to someone else. He reached out, but he heard no other light huff of breath, no reply, no light crunch of grass beneath another's hooves. There was no one else with the mare. So who was she speaking to? Was she actually speaking to him? Or maybe she was one of those horses that could speak to ghosts? Hesitating for a moment, Winter finally decided to step out from behind the tree. There was no one else around aside from the mare, and it was dangerous for her to be out alone. Still, he was a bit puzzled by her question. Because he hadn't heard a reply from anyone, he pulled it upon himself to answer. Though, he thought to himself, she could be speaking to a ghost and could have gotten a reply that I didn't hear.

It didn't matter. He was already moving out from his cover, ears flickering slightly. His flank rose and fell as he took a deep breath, shaking out his thick, black mane. He took a few steps toward the fae, rocking his weight backward as he stopped, stretching. Winter could feel the tendons in his forelegs, taut and ready to snap into action at any second, to carry him away from possible danger. Muscles tense, the silver stallion spoke. "This is a place of evil. It's not a smart idea to be out here on your own. Is there anyone else with you?" He asked this last bit out of sheer politeness- he could already tell that there was no other being around for a couple of miles.

Ears twitching, Winter sighed, letting his hooves take him a bit closer. "I can escort you away, if you'd like... Like I said, it isn't safe to travel alone out here. I may not be the number one choice for most mares to follow anywhere, but I can promise you I wouldn't harm you. And I can keep you safe, despite what others may think." He spoke quietly, calmly, smoothly. With words echoing quietly in his mind, he wondered absently as to what could have possibly possessed him to speak in such a manner. The last bit of his speech puzzled even him. Depsite what others may think- what others? He never spoke to anyone else! He didn't very well know what others thought of him, and he generally didn't stick around them long enough to even allow them a moment to develop thoughts about him. He shook his head in amazement at himself, sighing. With a toss of his thick black mane, he shifted backwards to allow the mare to speak, wondering what her answer would be.

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.;.Lynna.;.

What, what was it now? She had never been one for paying attention to every detail in her surroundings-she picked up the most random little things that no one ever noticed, but she couldn't realize the obvious. The ground was shaking beneath her feet though, ever so slightly, ever so tenderly, as if someone about her size was approaching.

Do not let them know I am here. No one must know.

The fae snorted, avoiding glaring at her forehead as she desired to do, and instead just stared at the ground beneath her feet. There was little else who would be able to help her with this...confliction that she had in her head at the moment, so Des was right, she might as well keep quiet.
If I did tell anyone, they would think I was insane anyway.
An eerie little laugh escaped the voice in her head, sending a slight shiver through Lynna's body. She had never heard something so cold...so lifeless before as that laugh. It held no compassion, it held no reason. It was just there, like a silent memory of someone forgotten. And yet...there was something she could find agreeable within it, something she liked, some hint of realism and reality that Lynna's former fantasy world had lacked. That realism that you only get when you know, as hard as the truth is, it is the only thing you had to work with.
Closing her eyes for a moment, she tried to ready herself for whatever approached. She tried to block out enough of Des's thoughts so she did not mistake them for her own, and Des welcomed this-retreating to a dark section of Lynna's mind where she could watch and guide her, but not get in the way. A true guardian angel, in a sense.
Raising her crown, keeping her eyes closed, she tried to visualize the one approaching. The tiny fluctuations that the average eye did not notice, Lynna could. She had to make sure that whatever approached was not another ghost like Des was. They were too uncanny, too wily, and in a place that Lynna did not know, she did not want to deal with them. She was afraid enough as it was-most ghosts only wanted to harm the living, bitter in their death.
But no. This one...this stallion, it seemed he was-for the wind stopped against his nether regions more than it would a mare-was no ghost. He was missing something, missing a piece of himself, but he was making up for it in everything else.
Hey, Lynna, breathe. Don't forget to breathe.
A soft giggle escaped Lynna's lips absentmindly as she realized that Des was right-throughout that whole identification process she was holding her breath; waiting for something terrible to come upon her. Letting out a deep breathe, she opened her eyes in time to hear the stallions words.

Immediately, her ears pinned flat against her skull. What mockery was this, that he called it an evil place? Was she the evil one? Why was he mocking her for traveling alone? And why was it important that she have someone with her. It wasn't like she needed an escort! She could get from Point A to Point B just fine...though it helped if she had any idea as to where she was going, which she did not...
Stop overreacting and just listen to him. Calm down and stop being paranoid, he was merely answering your question.
She scoffed, refraining from staring up at her forehead. Des had that uncanny ability, like most ghosts, to read into every action, every word that someone else said and see what they intended it to mean. Something Lynna certainly had to work on; she always assumed they meant the worst possible thing.
Again, she took another deep breath and looked the stallion over with her eyes. He was not the largest; no, he was indeed quite an average character in size. His coat was of a gray hue-but it was on his shoulder that Lynna got her first shock. Blue. Blue like the sky, blue like the ocean...it wasn't meant to be on a horses pelt. And yet...here she was, staring intently at it as if she wanted it to jump from his pelt onto hers. Yes, it would make a nice accent on her palomino coat.
What do you think Des, don't you think it would?
I think it would, but you're missing the point.
The point is whatever I make the point, isn't it? He's pretty.
So is your boyfriend...he's the only reason you're stuck with me, remember? What, just cause this guy is pretty you're going to forget him?
No...
But they both knew, for a fleeting, perturbed, almost surreal regrettable moment, that the thought had crossed Lynna's mind. The thought was surrounded by foals parading around her with that same strange blue marking, swirling about her like a water that they were standing drinking from. A family. A very pretty, very beautiful little family. Des did not say anything regarding the thought though, Lynna was still not used to her being in her head. It was...the hormones of being a woman, that wanting to continue your line with the best possible gene instincts.
Besides, Lynna. Notice his eyes. Notice something missing?

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Lynna listened. Lynna looked; without really having to move; she just shifted her gaze up to his perfect blue eyes. Those pretty, perfect, china eyed doll eyes. But...then she realized what Des had. A lack of perception. A lack of depth...A lack of sight. She gasped and took a step back, looking the stallion over a little bit more in depth. His eyes, though an icy blue, were a key to his soul. She could see everything in them...and nothing. But she could see kindness, she could see determination. Whatever he was saying, he was telling the truth about himself. He would do his best to protect her, and all she need do would be to listen to his sixth sense. Taking a deep breath, the femme spoke.
"Thank you, sir. My name is Lynna, might I know your own?"
Timidly still, she watched him-waiting for him to make a false move. Wanting him almost to make a false move so she could simply run away and not have to exchange pleasantries. Pleasantries were something she had never been good at; something she was supposed to be learning from Des.[/center][/size]

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Sorry. Done.