Soft Submission

[Rawr]

Ember

The world was soft. Softer then it had been in years. The grass glowed its bright green, praying to the solar deity that gave it life from above, luscious, beautiful, alive with the scent of spring and horses. The serenity seemed to fill every knook and cranny, filling it with a peacefulness that overwhelmed any battle that took part on these lands, calming the surging storm or anger and hatred that sometimes consumed the stallions of the light herd, who jealously guarded this perfect meadow and the fillies and mares within their herd. One mare, Ember, was not apart of the group that was jealously guarded. She was too silent, too submissive, to make enough of a impact on any one in this herd to consider her important enough to protect from stealing colts and dark hearted stallions.

This one mare now lay in the middle of a wild flower patch, her head bowed down, her hind legs curled up underneath her slender stomach. She didn't stand out, either in beauty or in ugliness, rather, her painfully plain form rested, almost camouflaged by the soft white dandelions and wild Lilian's that surrounded her body. If not for her size compared to them, her color would have blended nicely into the mixture of wild flowers, hiding her from view. Not like they needed to to that, no one noticed her anyway. Her eyes were closed, slumbering in her thoughts.


For years, she had searched her heart for something that felt right to her, that felt home. And still she failed, because she felt that nothing could keep her in a state of happiness. She remembered the perfect herd that she had been born too, how much it felt like this one here, and the blissfullness that had made her leave in the first place. She had wanted a little discord, hadn't she? Yes, because Ember had been bored with the pureness of it all, the life she had lead had been to perfect for her likings. But now, she would give her ability to bear children just to be back within that fantastic heard once again. Because here... here she was a nothing, and a nothing that had the worst heart ache that any nothing could bear.

And lord did she bear it in silence. The other horses....they looked at her like she was piece of meat. Even her friends, what she had of them, had came to believe she was nothing but a toy to be used and abused.. She felt nothing from the stallions that had approached her, looking to mount her, cold affection because they only wanted one thing from her, and one thing that they would never get.

Her head raised some at that thought.

Never get. Yes. If she was to be a nothing to them, then she would continue to be a cold entity of nothingness, submissive, sad, alone in a world full of creatures that treated her like a shadow. Did she dare cry? No, because that would be giving into everything, would it not? It would be breaking underneath all the heartache, all the fear, all the saddness. She couldn't do that. Not Ember. She may be alone, she may have been depressed. But she was stubborn, and she would never give into something like that.

If I could just stop the heartache. Ember thought uselessly, lowering her tiara once again, her ears flattened back. Just stop the lonilness..

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take me as you were ...

>> and it would have been a perfect sea of green, a rolling landscape of foliage, if not for the petit white flowers that dotted the scene. every few yards they grew in large clumps like they couldn't stand to stray to far from one another. just like the herd. a few small flowers were scattered around the outside, but there were a few horses on the fringes too. why should they be ashamed?

>> the sky was a sweet shade of pale blue, dotted here and there with floating clouds. it was always a mystery of how the clouds could suspend themselves so far off the surface of the earth and still look glorious doing so. but the stallion ignored the thought, continuing to survey the seen around. few horses bunched together near the watering hole, one or two young stallions prancing around the outsides as they tried to attract attention. they were young, barely a year, and were acted as if they owned the territory.

>> he snorted, irritated. a dark bay yearling looked over, glared to be more specific, his eyes almost challenging. raven paused, ears flicking back. in a returning gesture he rolled the muscles on his shoulder and the yearling dipped his head. no respect. when ever the lead stallion turned his back for five seconds the little wanna bes were challenging who ever looked at them wrong.

>> i could step on them. he comforted himself, controlling the first flare of anger he'd had in a while. the sun shone brightly in the sky and he felt the warmth spred gleefully across every hair on his coat. the star was not challenged by any obstruction in the sky, the way the horse liked it. though he adored the rain and the soft lick sound it made as every drop came in contact with a surface he enjoyed in the warmth the sun brough to the bones in his body.

>> if not for his careful eyes he would have found himself stumbling upon the equine hidden carefully among the flowers. the stallion paused, hoof raised, and retreated a few steps, wishing to give her as much space as she pleased. but it seemed the mare was deep in slumber. well that was the best case scenerio. her sides lifted and fell the with rythmic breathing of the other four legged inhabitants around him, or so it would seem. upon a closer inspection it seemed to be more lazy, slower possibly.

>> air swirled into his nostrils as he sniffed the air around her. there was no taint in the perfect smell of a healthy equine. the gas puffed back into the meadow's aura as he let out a a gentle snort, drumming his hooves on the ground to snag her attention. then her coat caught his attention, white with darker spots; the reason for her camoflouge. he blinked, dazzled by the beautiful pattern of it. Ember. her name popped into his name like a bee sting and he nodded curtly before stocking it into his memory.

>> he knew very little about her. only that she had come from another place and she had not drawn much attention to herself in the land of Penori. a large cranium titlted to one side, forelock cascading off a large forehead to reveal two deep green eyes. many had ignored her and he had heard of her submissiveness and silence though he could not find a negative within those qualities. well he could understand she submissiveness. had the herd found it pointless to protect her? would they not fight for her.

>> well he would. raven they called him. the black horse snorted again, the muscle in his neck rippling like water as he dipped his large head to nose her shoulder gently. a gesture with nothing but caring curiousity.

leave me as i am

muse; running from lions - all time low
words; 705
puppet; raven

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There was a soft rumble on the ground underneath her, picking up her slight attention as her head was just starting to droop back down to the ground, making her lightly jump in surprise. A thoughts turned instantly towards the negative, she must have been in some better mares, or stallion. She didn't bother looking to the horse in question. Ember knew her place, knew when she was unwanted and in the way. So in a soft, graceful movement, she got to her feet, unfurling her long legs in a slow moment, taking in the beauty of her soon to be previous resting spot, thinking that she would miss the soft, lovely scent of the wild flowers that had been her bed. For a moment, she struggled with her weight, before getting to her feet and bowing her head low to the horse, seeing only the deep raven black pelt that covered his front legs.

"I'm sorry, sir." She whispered, her voice barely audible, heard only on the catch of the wind as she began to turn, keeping her head low, feeling the cold loneliness of her life soak into the pit of her stomach once again as she turned her side to him and carefully began picking her way out of flower patch, trying her hardest to avoid as many of the flowers as she possibly could. Ember looked the picture of defeat, her shoulders slumped, her head hung low. Even her white grey splotched pelt did not hold a shine to it.

ooc: Omfg... so short.. I'm so sorry.. I passed out again, but knew i had to do one sort of post and ----- i have yet to do my assessment x.x

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take me as you were ...

>> a small flame of surprised flickered in the eyes of the stallion as he watched the mare move from her resting place. where is she going? he wondered to himself. does she think im here to move her along? could she honestly be that low on the totem pole of their herd? possibly. from her sagging shoulders and dropping neck he came to the conclusion she was.

>> he watched, unable to gather his bearings, as she picked her way delicately around the flowers. it was interesting how she seemed to have so much care for nature, so much respect. the stallion opened his mouth, finally finding his voice. "no. i am sorry. i did not mean to disturb you, ms." the music of his voice box was deep and rich, filled with concern and caring.

>> the blue sheen on his shoulders rippled as he took a small step, bringing his large body away from her resting place but closer to her. slowly he dropped his head to her level, letting his green eyes search her face before continuing. "please, take you resting place back. i was just passing by and i was unsure if you were well are not." raven paused, flicking his forelock out of his face. "you are well, right?"

>> as shadow flickered over his face as he thought of the mare caught in any type of pain. it was hard for him to imagine anybody from his herd to be in any type of misery but seemed to be harder when he pictured the spotted mare's eyes shadowed with grief.

leave me as i am

muse; gotta be somebody - nickelback
words; 325
puppet; raven

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Soft, shaky, brown eyes drifted to meet the stallions own bright green as he lowered his mighty crown to her meager tiara. Her mouth opened somewhat, closed, then opened again, unsure of what to think, what to say to this rather beautiful male, his coat a ripple of the darkest night she had ever seen, with just that splash of deep sea blue that gave him the name sake of Raven. She had seen him about, known his name, but never understood him and saw him as just yet another horse that would not waist his time on the lower mares such as herself. She began to back to the side, trying to give the stallion his rightful amount of personal space, leaving the patch of wild flowers with a longful look. If only she could be a daisy, or a lillion. At least then, she would not have the thoughts that plagued her mind with depression and saddness through hte days.

"I...I shouldn't have been there anyway..." She murmured to him, quite as a breeze as ever, trying to lower her head more to the stallion, keeping his warm and caring gaze from lying to her, trying to block the concern in his voice from rising her hopes in finding someone that she could trust and look to as a friend. "I'm fine...thankyou, sir. Please don't worry about me."

No one else does, so why should you? Ember accused in her mind, but visibly smiled shyly to him, her features brightening for a bare moment to make her almost beautiful, before she began to move again, believing that now he had his moment of generosity with the mare, he would not bother to follow her to a nearby shaded area.

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take me as you were

>> was it really an astonishing amount of submission he saw flicker across her features as she stepped away? a quick snack of his neck brought his head upward, locking out at a friendly angle. did she think he would harm her? or even bully her? he couldn't, it was an easy decision he made when he realized the thought repulsed him.

>> even at an age of his he found the thought of dominance by corporal punishment disgusting. how could one honestly bully thoes whom they expected to follow them loyaly. he snorted softly, shaking his head at the pathetic way to achieve higher power.

>> surprised, he watched her move away, catching her last words on the softest breeze that barely tickled the lucious blades of foliage in which his placed his large hooves upon. the stallion's mind kept wandering back to a few seconds before, when a spark had lit her face. how could she have hidden the beauty in which it produced so easily? did she think she was ugly? impossible. for a moment he watched her spotted coat retreat to a shady area, then followed.

>> the raven coat lost its blue sheen as he stepped into the shade, though he casted quite a large shadow himself. he gave her a respectable distance, seeming as she liked it that way and he did not mean to do anything to make her feel uncomfortable.

>> it took barely a second for him to register the last two statements she made before he answered them. "you had every right to be there." there was a tang of concern in his voice, coloring its deepness. "i didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

>> gracefully he lowered his large crown again, trying once more to catch a glimpse of her beautiful pools of brown. they had seemed uncertain last time they met his own depths of green. they were still a whole three yards apart, him keeping his distance for her sake. for a moment he wondered if he smelled and cautiously sniffed the air around them. turning his head at an awkward angle he inhaled as his nose touched his side. it smelled of cleanliness from his early morning romp through the stream.

>> "whats wrong?" raven wondered aloud, resting his head on one side. "i dont smell... right?" his voice was light and musical, his feeble attempt at a joke was weak and probably uncalled for.

leave me as i am

muse; confidence - teddy geiger
words; 467
puppet; raven

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Ember watched him as he moved after her with pure curiousity, now a little worried about this stranger following her, bothering to talk to her. What did he want? To fill her with false truths and a feigned sense of security? Hell, she could get that from the lead stallion, who's mind was filled with more romantics then she could handle, the way he treated his chosen queen often making Ember's stomach swill with jealousy and longing. Tis not like she actually liked the king stallion, lord no. She wanted the same affection that he gave the lovely woman.

Not from this one though. She didn't trust him...

A thought crossed her mind that she didn't trust anyone well enough for that level in the relationship status. Ember had never taken a mate in her life, not when she was young, not when she was a mare. She didn't like the idea of being left behind with a foal without any sort of help, so when it came to her trust in any stallion that approached her, she was always a bit critical, no matter how much she wanted a foal.

"No. Its not you. I...." SHe mulled over what to say for only a short moment, keeping her head turned so she didn't meet his eyes. "Its just not my place." It sounded like that old excuse, something she had used million times before. Sad, weak, without evidence, without proper proof. She knew she had every right to lay down and be where ever she wanted to be. She just didn't feel like she deserved this privilege of freedom

When he spoke about smelling, though, she had to stop herself at laughing out loud. It was hard to stop the laughter, but no matter what she did, she could not hide the amusement that shone in her face as she rose her head to look at him.

"No, sir. You don't smell at all. Someone like you shouldn't be seen with a low mare like me."

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take me as you were

>> his heart flutterd happily as he saw the amusement plain on her face. with a jerk of his neck he threw his forelock from his face, annoyed as it just fell back into place. '..a mare like me.' the words sent a jolt through him, a strange feeling of anger he had rarely felt in his life.

>> the stallion snorted, raising his head as his eyes blazed defiantly. "and whom shall determine your place in the herd? a lead stallion with eyes trained on nothing but spreading his bloodline among the harem of followers. or those whom see the world built upon mutual respect." he shook his head, pausing for a moment. "i do not, though it may come back to bite me at one point, believe in the labelings the lead stallion puts on all. a low rank is just a veiwpoint. and trust me, they are blind."

>> his voice was deep and soft, his eyes warm yet bold as he thought of the stallions whom push mares looking for love at the bottom of the food chain just because they do not wish to only spread their unwanted genetics. a long black tail flicked lazily as a fly landed on the stallion's rump.

>> "would you really take you ranking from those who cant see beyond their pride?" raven chuckled to himself. "i don't believe its worth it."

leave me as i am