[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EBEBEB;][STYLE=float: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 24px; line-height: 12px; color: #DB7367; margin-left: -3px;]◤[/style][STYLE=float: right; font-family: arial; font-size: 24px; line-height: 12px; color: #DB7367;margin-right: -3px;]◥[/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 50px; color: #DB7367; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -4px; line-height: 36px; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 8px 0px 15px;]✖ who do you[/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 300px; background-color: #DB7367; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: #EBEBEB; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; text-align: justify; padding: 3px 10px 3px 10px;]THINK YOU ARE RUNNING ROUND LEAVING SCARS COLLECTING YOU'RE JAR OF HEARTS & TEARING LOVE APART YOUR'E GONNA CATCH A COLD FROM THE ICE INSIDE YOUR SOUL SO DON'T COME BACK FOR ME[/style][STYLE=float: left; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; width: 110px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 20px;][STYLE=background-image: url(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a13/lilbarrelracer429/manip2copy-1-1.jpg); width: 100x; height: 150px; border: #DB7367 5px solid;] [/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #DB7367; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]TAGS[/style] Dyzzie/Aedan [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #D48981; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]WORDS[/style] 394 [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; background-color: #CFA6A1; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]NOTES[/style] ehh, got distracted xD[/style][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; color: #454545; padding: 35px 20px 10px 20px; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify;]For days the painted female simply lay there, in the deep, dark caverns. Three days passed, with only the faint rise and fall of her thin chest to give way that the minx was indeed alive. She slept deep and long. It was a healing sleep, her body struggling to hurriedly repair any major damages so that when she was awake, she was in good enough condition to fight what ever had put her in this position. She would still be not nearly one hundred percent, but strong enough to make an impact. It was on the third day that she began to stir. Her muscles began to twitch over her shoulders and her throat flexed, swallowing. Petite ears twisted constantly, burying themselves within the torn remains of her silken mane, then jerking forward. Her silver, luminescent eyes roamed beneath her closed lids; no doubt if they were open, the whites of her eyes would be in full view. It was late afternoon when she finally awoke with a clamor. Her body had quickly escalated into full blown movement, her muscles no longer twitching, but her legs moving as if she were running in her sleep. It was a split second after that that her movements reached a pinnacle, then completely ceased. The silence was broken as the young female bolted up right, eyes wild, ears pinned, enamels shown in a fearsome display of anger and ferocity. The crazed look upon her face in that split second made her seem much older than she first appeared. She leaped to her feet with a grace that should a body as beaten as hers should normally be capable of. Adrenaline a grand thing. In the split second she was on her feet, pain blasted it's way through her chest. She gasped and just as quickly, she was the young beaten, broken filly. Her eyes were closed tight as she reached a head around to her barrel as if to craddle her injured sides. Her neck felt oddly light and she gazed upon the rather barren strands there. It had once been long and thick, a mixed display of gold and pristine white. She quickly remembered how she lost it though. And just like that, she was looking upon her surroundings with fearful, wary eyes. Where was she? She didn't remember caverns before she had passed out. [/style]

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He was concerned, that much was to be said about the young female who'd been sleeping for the last three days straight. He kept a distance from her, only walking past her cavern room to ensure she was still alive. But he was starting to feel very concerned. The state he'd found her in was not a good one, and if anything, he was convinced it would have only gotten worse . . . and worse, and even worse. He walked quietly through the underground passageways, stopping briefly to notice his sister still sleeping peacefully in her own chamber, atop a mattress of soft grass and ferns that she'd poured into a nest in the corner of the room. During the winter, she'd already told him how she planned to cover the entire section of her floor with such bedding to keep it warmer. He smiled faintly, before continuing past her room, deeper, and deeper down, closer to the hot springs hidden beneath the land. The air was growing warmer from it, not annoyingly so - but a comfortable warmth that bit back the coolness of being underground. Which was why he'd had the young female brought down here. Because it'd be warmer for her, and give her real time to heal.

He stopped by her room, glancing in at her to see her still resting like the dead. Shaking his head, he shifted to head back only to pause at the flicker of sound. He glanced back at her this time seeing the flicker of movement. Was she . . . was she waking now? He shifted, hiding in the shadows outside her cavern room, letting her wake on her own, though he wished desperately to wake her from what ever troubled her. Poor child. Her movements increased, more so, and more so still before suddenly (like the eye of the storm) everything went still . . . even Áedán's own breathing, before suddenly the female was on her feet. He remained silent as she bolted up right, eyes wide, ears pinned, teeth displayed, and the crazed look made the female look much older for that split second, she jumping up to her feet with a grace that shouldn't have been possible. But then again, she was in the height of some emotional moment. Soon though she was gasping, looking younger again, eyes closed tight, head reaching around to her sides, before suddenly looking around with wary, fearful eyes, and he finally stepped free of the shadows, taking in her appearance.

"You've been asleep for three days, I'm sure you're hungry? Thirsty? Let me show you the underground meadow, and I'll explain how you came to be here. You're not quite strong enough to venture to the surface just yet . . . The predators of this land would pick you off quickly. Come now . . . follow me." He said, starting off in the direction at a slow trot before pausing, looking back, "My name is Áedán, and this land you are in . . . is my land, Avalon. Now come, let's get you fed.

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[atrb=background,http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a13/lilbarrelracer429/tables/5f7e605c-14c0-443e-a7ed-4c0446450c8e.jpg] Her muscles tensed the barest amount, the hair on the nape of her neck rising. She was being watched and as soon as she realized this, he stepped from the inky shadows like a wrath coming for her soul. She didn’t need to fool him; her slight start was far from an act. Fawn thorns flickered back for a bare second in discomfort as the vixen worked to regain her wits. Even her deeply ingrained instincts and senses had taken a few blows from her beating by Servaas’s lackeys. The relaxation that crept slowly into her lithe, thin frame was forced. A snort burst from her nares, one that quickly had her wincing. The delicate pink tissues were still cracked from her three days of flight. His words caught her attention and the belle listened warily, still unsure how to handle him. She’d learn long ago not to trust a stallion; a lesson borne in the scars that kissed her hide from Servaas, her sire, and trainers. Three days. That was long, even for her. Had she truly felt somewhat safe to remain unconscious for that long or had her body been beaten and pushed so far that it had started to shut down. She could feel a heavy lag in her thoughts and body’s responses to her requests. She began to account it to a simple build of stress. A harsh winter, brutal fight, three days of constant running, a short, yet painful scirmage. She supposed it would break even her down. It might very well take a while to get back into top condition, like this Áedán said, but for different reasons than he might think. He trotted off a bit with a command to follow, then paused to look back at her. Food? It did sound rather good at the moment. Six days with no food, little water; even her intensive breeding wouldn’t allow her that long of a period with no sustenance. Yes, that actually sounded wonderful. She moved to follow and bit back a groan as every bone and muscle in her anatomy protested. Dear gods, she was stiff. That wouldn’t do now, would it? She forced her body to cooperate and picked up a brisk walk, flexing her neck out and making the muscles stretch out, breaking up the lactic acid that had built in her days dead to the conscious world. The muscles lining the top of her neck and withers were particularly sore from being tossed about; they would need proper stretching and work done on them later. But she was sure that the pain in her shoulders was more from the harsh bite mark she’d received in the very end. The skin around it felt hot and bothered and it was starting to itch a great deal. She followed his trot at a brisk walk, not quite trusting her foot yet in her weakened state to attempt a two-beated gait. Her muscles were slowly loosen though, except for along her spine, but that was normal. Platnium eyes took in the darkness surrounding them. She didn’t like being underground. She stood out for one with her pale pelt, and it made it easy for others who knew this place to sneak up on her. ”Are you alone here?” she inquired, voice hoarse and cracking. The painted femme suspected she was being kept from the bulk of his herd, whether for her recuperation or questioning she did not know; there was always the option too that he didn’t have much of a herd yet. She’d found a lot of herds around here new and rather lacking in members. ”Speech” Amount: 605 Notes: so sweet NOW, damn prick Muse: good Tune: whatever is on Pandora Tags: Dyzz/Áedán

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