Love through Insanity

[Tikayla]

The mare was running, from her past and towards her future. She was looking for dangers as she galloped through the lush meadow. Those dangers included but where not limited to, snakes and stags. Stags, she feared them more that she feared anything else. Treetha had been badly abused when she was young and she had never quite gotten over that particular trama. What she didn't know was that here, this place which seemed so calm was where stags came to claim mares. Here was the place where she would be found and claimed, by a stag, perhaps for another stag but she would be claimed either way.

She glanced left and right again before she settled down to graze, she had let down her guard and little did she know that she was about to face a horse that would not let her leave these lands alone. This place was where she would meet a stag and from this place she would be taken, forcefully or willingly.

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Blanc had been nosing through plants curiously. He looked up when he heard a pounding of hooves, a lovely mare before him. He wasn't going to use her for sickening pleasures. But she was pretty. "Hi," he said, as if he had known her all his life. "I'm Blanco an Un, Blanc for short. What's your name?" By now, he had walked over to her and his eyes were friendly.

H*ll, he thought. She is probably afraid of me. He knew his eyes were nice, but what if she thought he would be a stag out for a female? That was cruel, he thought angrily. but he relaxed and waited for the mares answer.

[Tikayla]

She jumped upon hearing the stag's voice. The deepness of the sound alerted her to the stag. She threw up her head and drew herself to her full height to try and startle him.

"S..stay away from me," she screeched, not at the stag before her now but rather at the stags in her memories. She brought herself back quickly. She saw the stag, handsome he was too but probably not dark.

"I'm am quite, quite...angry," she cut short her original sentence with another memory. She was living the torture, the pain. She could hear them yelling, screaming and she could here her own tortured screams.

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Blanc stepped back. "Okay," he said, a bit hurt. He went back to nosing through the plants, which he identified as marigold, keeping an eye on the mare. I wish I knew her name, he thought to himself, grazing around the marigold.

He respected her, for being so up front and telling him to back off. He admired that. She seemed nice, but something was wrong. He wanted to know, but he was afraid the mare would snap at him again, and he hated being snapped at.

"Umm... I am sorry to bother.... but.. Are you okay?" he asked cautiously, tipping his head down in a non-threatening manner. He prepared for a scorching sting of snaps and hisses, closing his eyes and putting his ears back, bracing himself.

[Tikayla]

"No, not you please you must, must help me escape..." she breathed. She was remembering the memory quite vivid and it caused her pain.

She was alone in the dark, then suddenly she could hear them, her torturers and they were laughing, in high spirits. That was bad. One slammed a hoof into her side and she jolted up. She looked into merciless eyes.

"Come mare," commanded the leader and he nipped her until she left the safe cave. He started, hurting her, not listening.

"No please, please stop I'll do whatever," she barely whispered, she was so tired. He was laughing, laughing.

"Help me," she muttered in her memories and in the real life.

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Escape was alright. He escaped Roberto in the Spanish ranch. Escape was good, to feel the wind through your mane and your hooves on the ground. Escape was wonderful. "Okay, miss, I need to know your name." He said in a very adult tone, surprisingly. "I need to know your name before we escape." He grinned, hoping that she saw he wasn't a filthy stag out for pleasure. Because he wasn't.

The winds blew the grass softy, sending a chill down his spine. "Chilly, right?' he said, trying to make conversation. He saw a look of absolute horror cross her face. She was thinking.

Thinking very hard.

"Erm... something happened to you. About... stupid stags. What.. happened?" He recalled a terrifying moment when he had hung out with a stag called Cortino and a mare called Millie. Cortino had a huge crush on Millie, and Cortino was a bad, bad horse. So one day, he heard her screams for help and he raucous laughter, a horrifying, dusty cackle that made your heart stop.

That day, he escaped Cortino, escaping for the second time. In his life. Was he going to escape again with the unknown Fae? He liked her, alot. She seemed unstable, but wasn't every horse? He himself encountered severe unstability, when he left Roberto's death ranch. Awful times, they were.

So was he to escape for a third time?

[Tikayla]

"They wouldn't stop, the kept coming, I told them begged them. Then the baby, such a pretty little baby, dead all the blood," she sobbed out. She is incoherent, unable to string words together.

"Pregnant," exploded the lead stag, eyes ablaze with fury. He hadn't expected this, he had just wanted the mare for pleasure...and to hear her scream. A baby was not supposed to be part of this. A baby would cause more trouble.

"Y..yes," stammered Treetha. Cowering, beneath him, beneath his dangerous eyes and away from his powerful hooves and biting teeth. She had a baby in her and she wouldn't let him hurt her. But what could a weak mare do? She was bone thin, fat as a bean pole and the only thing that was keeping her alive was the babe inside her and her will power. That was almost non-existent.

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Blanc was confused with this mare. He resisted the urge to cuss in her presence; she was getting quite annoying, with all her panting and not telling him what her damned name was. "Miss! Tell me your name." He tried to be firm, but that would probably scare her away. Like he would care! He was having a peaceful marigold-sniffing day when she barged in, being confusing and what not.

He growled something awful, hoping she got the message that his temper was short and he might just run away. He coughed, stomped the ground, and waited for a few seconds to see if more confusing blah-blah would come from her spewing mouth. His belly felt sick and sloshing, so he ate some grass whilst listening.

[Tikayla]

"All right, all right no need to shout I can hear you just fine," she snapped. "My name is Treetha and oh god was I having a relapse. Quite sorry sir, you see I have these awful memories. Thanks for being so patient. Very sorry that I caused you so much trouble. If you wish I would leave..." she trailed off.

She looked at the stag for the first time that day and smiled. He was handsome but she would never get over her tramautic experience. He was obviously not dark and of course light but that didn't bother her. She was mostly light except when she was in one of her moods. She could feel it coming back but she did not let any of her feelings show.

Her baby was dead, blood pooling around its head. She sobbed silently refusing to look at the baby.

"Look at it, damn it, look at it. See what happens when you pull a trick like getting pregnant. Don't do it again or I will kill you too. Do you understand mare?" thundered the stag.

She cowered back again, tears streaming down her face. Her poor little Marshmellow. She had been so cute and soft and now she was dead.

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Blanco an Un sighed. She was like him, almost. "What herd are you, Treetha?" he asked politely. He liked her name. Treetha. Rolled off the tounge, as did his name, Blanc. Nice names were all around, he thought. but he was getting off track. Running away? Now? How?

((Sorry, I wrote a really long post a few minutes ago. Muse is low.))

[Tikayla]

Tikayla looks squarely at the stag, trying to calm the pit of uneasy in her stomach. He's a stag one of the devious creatures that has been trying to harm her ever since she was born. She flinches at the thought and then she turns back toward him.

"I have no herd, her at least, but before you even consider asking me to join you, I must tell you that I have been abused before and I won't even consider a stag for breeding for a long while, thought you should know that you might be getting a defective mare," she mutters.

Then she turns away so that she can hide the tears that start to form at the word breeding. She is reliving her memories and her baby has just died from the awful stag.

"You beast," rages Treetha as she stands on her hind legs and lashes out at the stag in front of her. She nails him and he drops like a stone, hitting the ground with a solid thud.

"And you too, stay away from me," as she turns and strikes the other stag, landing with all her weight on his back, breaking his spine and parazlyzing him instantly.

A third stag is coming from the side. She hears a rib snap in two as she hits him in the side. Why hasn't she done this before? She flees before a fourth stag can attack her. She is running so fast.

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Blanc rolled his eyes. "I already have a love, miss. and, by the way, to me you seem like your just begging for a stallion." He starts to turn away, so angry at Treetha caught up in her memories. He walks up a slope leading to the Icy Mountain. Perhaps he'll wish for something. Get a quest. He just wanted to be away from Treetha!!

[Tikayla]

She is hurt at once. He was mean and there was a good reason she hated stags. Always thinking about themselves. And what about asking her whether she was alone when he already had a love. Well then, if he was going to act that way... She turned to. She was bored with this area if all stags were like this snobbish Blanco an Un then well, his love could have him.

So she left Greenway Meadows. She was so sad, no stag had looked twice at her since she had escaped her tormentors. That was mean and all she wanted was another baby, even though she couldn't handle the thought of being bred again. She was agitated. She sighed again.

Her head drooped as she began to cry, tears spilling out of her eyes. It wasn't fair. Who could abide these stags and their constant mood swings. Her tears stained her pelt as they fell from her eyes and splashed to the ground. She curled up in a ball upon the ground and lay there, sobbing all the while.