Bone Weary (OPEN TO ANYONE)

[Halo]

Sequin Ruins walks in upon the land surrounding the watering hole called Glass Diamonds, stumbling forward upon tired feet with no sense of direction and no motivation but to soldier on and away from the pain that has become the foundation of her life. She feels so tired, so, so tired, head lowered with no energy to keep it up, eyelids drooping over bright green, dark flecked orbs, eyes that have seen many horrors. More filly than mare, she is a strange sight to see with two newly borns tagging beside her, odd markings a dazzle upon her black lusitano frame, a rainbow of color in the spots dotting her rump, shoulders, and the ridge of her neck for which she got her name, her full mane and tail an iridescent lime green to match the sock on her right fore and left ear tip.

But marring the beauty of her bodice are scars, fresh and old, dug into her lovely pelt. Along with terrible bite marks, her flanks are blemished where a stag’s flints had repeatedly dug her open during breeding, scabbed over but healing slowly. Instinctively she walks with her tail tucked against her rump, trying to protect herself from a deed that might come upon her. She’s so tired...her body worn down from her troublesome life, worn out from traveling to Penori when only days earlier she had birthed her foals. The filly can’t bear the burden of a brute right now.

Making it to the edge of the waters, she lowers his head to sip at the cool liquids, the sensation running down her parched throat and soothing the burning dryness of her tongue. Meanwhile the foals, of equally mesmerizing colors and both ignored to this point, take the chance to suckle noisily while their mother laps up her own refreshments. They eat frantically to have their fill while their dam is too distracted to notice them. The filly’s eyes roll over and up when she notices her mama’s head turned around watching them blankly.

But she doesn’t chase or kick them away, resisting the urge to be rid of them and forcing forth her maternal nature so she might want to suckle them. At the same time she casts an eye upon the greenery at her feet, trying to keep her mind off the meaning of the babe’s beneath her, sighing and folding her ears back. She has neither the will nor the desire to eat. Sleep...that’s all she needs.

As soon as the filly and colt show signs of satiated hungry, Sequin grunts and moves away from them, strolling beneath the shade of a large oak, still near the water’s edge where she finds a satisfying place to lay. Her legs buckle beneath her and her body nearly crumbles to the ground with a soft grunt, laying on her side with her neck stretched out in the soft grasses. Gazers turn to watch her children with disinterest as the curl up, one at her belly and the other at her chest.

Slowly her eyes begin to close. For a while the mare tries to keep them open until there is no fighting it. Her scarred, thin-ribbed sides slowly heave up and down in even rasping breaths. Every once in awhile she whimpers in her sleep, lips quivering as tears wet her closed lids, as a nightmare plagues her mind. She moves her legs and both foals lift their heads and look towards their maternal with worry before returning to their positions and trying to pay no heed to her movements.
~Sequin Ruins/Papercut/Knives

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Charries: Sequin Ruins/Papercut/Knives
Notes: She’s been severely hurt in the past and she’s a little mentally unstable. She’s most comfortable with other mares, but if you have a stallion, that’s fine too (she’ll just react a whole lot differently). Her foals are Papercut (the filly) and Knives (the colt). I didn’t describe the but here’s a brief description.

Paper-She is a solid pale grey wit lime green spots on her rump, throat, and chest while a large white spot adorns her belly. Her tail is lime green and her mane limegreen with a black forelock, through which she sees with brown eyes
Knives-His pelt is dark green and sports rainbow spots on his rump and down his haunches to his hocks as well as a strip down his face and around one eye. His two fores are white with random, dark green spots. His mane and tail are black but has a lime green forelock and dark green eyes.

[Tikayla]

[glow=black,2,300]He was on his way to the watering hole when he caught the scent of three horses. Lights, all of them. But that wouldn't stop him. A mare was a mare and with young ones, she was probably a valuable mare, or perhaps not. Either way, they might becomes additions to his own herd later on. Or maybe not, it all depended upon the other stags and whether they wanted another mare in their herd or not.

He drew closer to the mare and caught a strong bloodscent. He sniffed deeper, blood was good but this was not blood that he had caused and it was not as good. This mare was obviously suffering. He crept quietly, so not to scare her. No she seemed quite skittish. The two foals prancing by her side were twins, they looked it. She had an odd sort of coloration and he liked it. It was beautiful, it took his breath away. The numerous scars did as well, they marred her pretty body and made him growl. She should not have been marked like that. No stag should have ruined her beauty to extract revenge.

Softly so not to spook her he whispered,"Hello pretty lady, I am Twilight's Darkness, Darkness if you wish. What might your name be? Do not be frightened. I am not good as you are but I will not harm you lovely one."

The young foals looked famished, as did she. In fact the whole family was a sight to see. He hoped that he could help her, pretty mare that she was gain back her beauty. She would be gorgeous in full bloom.
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((Do you mind, I couldn't help myself.))

[Halo]

The two babes noticed the brute’s approach before their sleeping mother recognized him, the filly’s head lifting up from where it had lain against her dam’s chest, her brother remaining as he was with his chin on his mother’s leg. Both pairs of ears pointed forward and wide, innocent orbs smile in their visitor’s direction as they shift with excitement. There is nothing to fear; the last group they had met had been friendly, saved their lives So why should this stag be any different from them. As he leans down to whisper, the filly cranes her neck around to lick his muzzle affectionately.

It took a moment for his voice to sink in to Sequin’s ears, her heavy lids opening with effort with a dazed fog hovering upon her vision as she moves it towards the blurred form of Twilight Darkness. Her brow creases in confusion as she slowly lifts her head before realization hits her like a ton of bricks and she’s up on her feet and backing away. Snorting, she bobs her head and stomps her green fore in warning as she calls for her two baffled foals with a soft, weakened whinny.

Baby Knives responds immediately, quickly staggering up onto wobbly legs and hurrying to hide amongst the forest of his mother’s trembling limbs. Little Papercut takes her good old time climbing up onto her stalky pillars, striding leisurely over towards her family with an inquiring glance back. What’s so scary? Why is Mommy always so scared? She presses her forehead against the mare’s knee with a smile on her face. But the gesture is ignored.

Sequin Ruin’s eyes roll wide with fright and she snorts and shifts uneasily on her hooves. There is a strong urge telling her to flee, but she knows she won’t be able to outrun him. He’s more fit than she is and her whole body feels like a lump of lead upon four saplings. All she wanted was to sleep. “Don’t you bastards ever quit?” she mutters mostly to herself, voice roughened from lack of sleep, throat sore from crying out. She tries her best to glare at Darkness, but can’t make it good with the fright clinging to her expressions. “What do you want?” she snaps, fearing to glance even for a moment at the foals sheltering under her.
~Sequin Ruins/Papercut/Knives

(OOC: That’s fine! I told you it was open to anyone.

[ღE/m/i/l/yღ]

Mozart had been walking quietly to the lovely watering hole where she noticed a blend of smells. Hmm, she thought, and precariously she approached the watering hole. There stood a ragged mare, two babies beside her, and a handsome looking stallion. It was obvious the mare was in awful health. The scars looked awful, making her probably once-pretty pelt look dirty and bloody.

Mozart approached cautiously, although she knew that they couldn't see her- she blended in well, given her ghostly pelt. She watched with undaunting eyes, seeing what the mare would do next. The mare was Light- But what about the Stallion? Mozart showed herself cautiously.

"Erm.. Hi.." she said awkwardly. She never showed her fear, but she was pretty sure that she was shaking. "I... Just came for a d-dr-drink." with that, she bent down, and started drinking. She was sure that she was recieving curious looks by almost everyone surrounding the water.

[Tikayla]

He liked the young filly immediately. She did not fear him as her mother did. When the mother bolted he stayed a distance from her. She had suffered, the wounds on her body told a story that no words ever could. She had been used, abused, and worst of all, it probably hadn't been her fault. The stag wanted to chase after her, to try and comfort her but he figured that it would only startle her more. So instead he took tiny steps toward her.

"Do not be afraid, I may not be Light as you are but I will not harm a mare with foals, or any other mare unless she is asking for it, please, I only wish to help," crooned the stag to the mare. She was still cowering and he wanted to fix that, she was too pretty to cower in such fear.

Hello mare, thought Twilight's Darkness. He was a stag, one who just loved mares and two mares were exciting him. He turned to the new one.

"Hello lovely one, what might your name be, do not fear. I may be dark but I will not harm a pretty mare like yourself," whickered Darkness in an almost flirteous manner, he was really turning on the charm for these two mares, he was good at charming femmes and these two would be no different, or would they?

[Halo]

I'll post later today

[Halo]

Oh, Sequin Ruins is sure she can resist these charms. After all, they are fool’s gold, not the real deal, and she’s a lady who likes the genuine thing; but we’re not talking about jewelry. She isn’t deceived by the softness in his voice. They lured her in several times with a gentle voice and promised tenderness only to deal upon her the opposite. This brute is no different and in his eyes she is only a plaything, a toy meant to be used, broken, and thrown away. She is an item, an attachment or accessory, and she is so tired of being worthless...an object instead of an individual. She’s not plastic or stone; she’s made up of flesh and blood and damn it she wants to be treated as such!

The appearance of the other mare offers her a moment out from under the constant stare of Twilight Darkness. Maybe she can slip away while he is distracted by the other one’s presence. Oh, she’d hate to condemn anyone to a fate such as she expected to come upon herself, but the strange fae looks fitter than she. She can surely escape being a victim of the stallion’s wiles.

Slowly she begins to back away, but bumps into the tree behind her and scrapes a fresh wound on the rough bark. Sequin bites back the cry of pain, chewing down on her tongue while tears come to her eyes unbidden. Fresh blood leaks from the plugged wound on her side, trickling down her pelt and dripping onto Knives’ head. He grunts and moves away, pushing against his sister who stumbles on inexperienced legs and falls awkwardly with a yelp.

Escape ruined...now she watches helplessly as the filly gives chase, their skinny legs flailing ungracefully as they bound around the legs of Mozart and Darkness. They completely ignore their mother’s cry for them to return back to her; she ignores them, they can ignore her too, right? They’re not really thinking it, too busy playing. Papercut hides amongst Mozart’s legs, a soft growl in her throat as she readies to ambush her brother when he passes by, but Knives runs into the stag and his balance knocked awry, head shaking in confusion. What just happened?
~Sequin Ruins/Knives/Papercut

[ღE/m/i/l/yღ]

Mozart was different from what Sequins Ruins was thinking about the handsome young stag. But she didn't want to give away her resilience, oh no. Act like you don't care! She thought to her self."My name is Mozart." She said tersely, feeling a bit more comfortable. She shot the mare with two foals a look that said, "Your weak. You should let this handsome man take you in." But, alas, Mozart wanted him to herself. she didn't need a scarred mare to get in the way of her fun.

Mozart flicked her tail in a most flirtatious manner, trying to catch the stags attention. "And what is your name?" she asked casually, making sure that she seemed aloof. This was hard for her, but she managed quite well.

Suddenly, the awful yelp from the other mare came to her, and she couldn't help but rush over to see where she had been hurt. That's just how she was, caring for others. She almost laughed when the blood came down on the colts head, but she reminded herself to be mature. Sge almost laughed again when the foals danced around her legs, but she couldn't let her calm coolness out of the bag.

She flashed a coy smile at the charming stag, but rushed over to Sequins Ruins to see the damage. The wound had been healing well, up to this point, it seemed. she scurried around, trying to be the heroine, seeing what she could do for the scarred mare.

[Tikayla]

Mozart's planning worked, the stag was very much attracted to the pretty mare. He was paying quite a bit of attention to her when the colt slammed into his legs. He knelt down and helped him up.

"Careful little one," he murmured then he caught scent of blood, something he was always aware of. Then he saw the mare, bleeding and knew that it was his fault. Mozart was taking care of her but the stag wanted to help.

"Anything I can help with," he called not wanting to frighten the skittish mare any more that she already was. He carefully walked toward Papercut and Knives. It would be better if they weren't around their mother. The mother was bleeding and he caught the coy smile the mare flashed one. He responded as any stag would, by stepping closer. Oh she was a tricky one and he liked that in this mare. He didn't miss the look that the mare sent the other. He hoped that they would both become his. It would be more incentive for him to find a home to stay in. And if the skittish mare, he wished that he knew her name, would join him as would her babes and that would make his herd quite large.

[Halo]

A whine forms in Sequin Ruins throat and a wave of defeat strikes her hard in the chest, knocking the wind from her and all fight that had existed there. The short burst of adrenline that had coursed through her veins and aided her initial reaction is beginning to fade and give way to the true weight of her weariness. Her strong will crumbles, repeating over and over again the hopelessness of her plight as her knees threaten to buckle so she has to acquire the assistance of the tree, leaning her shoulder against its sturdy bulk. If Twilight Darkness wants her body he’ll get it at this point and she has not the energy to protect the little ones.

She feels more comfortable around the mare, Mozart, she thinks that is how she introduced herself. The mares back...home...never gave her any reason to fear those of her own gender nor could they hurt her in the worst way the stags would. So she can be completely aware of the femme’s presence and yet ignore her because of her peace of mind. She turns her head around upon her neck, straining the stiff and tired muscles in the graceful arch until she can lap at the reopened wound, trying to stem to flow before she gives up and allows her pretty tiara to hang low.

“I’m tired,” she states barely above a whisper, staring sadly at the ground and sending watchful glances towards her foals. They lay side by side now, snapping at each other’s ears and filled with giggling as they each seek to grab playful hold of the other. A rare smile turns up Sequin’s black velvets before her body shudders and she closes her eyes. “Papercut...Knives...behave for mommy,” she says, almost begging. She supposes these two strangers would want her name and it couldn’t cause any more damage.

“I’m,” she first tries and fails, her name catching in her throat and her vocals trying to keep her from speaking; so she swallows the lump and tries again. “I’m...Sequin…Ru-Ruins.” She fairly winces it out, unable to lift her eyes to meet either of their gazes. Her tail tucks tightly against her rump, not even moving to swish at the new bloodsuckers and pests that land upon her, attracted to the blood upon her pelt and the freshly opened wound.
~Sequin Ruins/Knives/Papercut

[ღE/m/i/l/yღ]

Mozart couldn't stand to see Sequin Ruins in pain. The mare seemed strong and faithful, good attributes in any horse. she glanced sideways at Twilight Darkness. She still wanted him to be all hers, and besides, Sequin Ruins already had two pretty newborn foals. And they were lovely foals, with distinctive marks and lovely manes and tails.

But she still wanted Darkness to herself. She was a jealous mare, no doubt. She hoped she seemed more lovely the Sequin Ruins, because Sequin was pretty gorgeous, despite scars and all. If she had all her scars and wounds healed over and forgotten, she'd be beautiful, absolutely beautiful.

She tried to help Sequin Ruins up, but, alas, she couldn't. she knew herbs pretty well... and Coltsfoot would give the femme strength. "I'm going to get an herb," she said quickly, showing off for Darkness. She bustled away, searching for the green plant that would help the mare.

[Tikayla]

Ruins was accepting defeat, he could see it in her eyes. Her spirt was breaking and she needed help. He was rarely a caring type stag but he wasn't going to let this mare go to insanity and death just because of her past. She was valuable and pretty. He wanted her and he wanted Mozart. They would both be good additions to his herd. With them he would father a grand herd of dark stags, whether they were dark or light, he didn't care. He wasn't particularly picky.

He watched Mozart trot off, pleased with her ability to find herbs of medicinal value. Yes she would be an excellent additon.

"Please Sequin Ruins, do not fear me. I can help with the foals, they must be a handful. And I will keep you from other herds where you will not be so well taken care of, come with me and I will keep you and the babes safe. Mozart can come to help." He stepped closer to the mare and knelt down to sniff her flank. Yep, definitly a light mare. Oh well you can't be picky when mares are so hard to come by.

He rounded up the babies again and spoke to them.

"Children, your mom is quite weak, let her be for now and I will let you play all that you want to. We can do whatever you want as soon as she is better," he spoke in a commanding voice. His presence he hoped would make an impression upon them.

[Halo]

Darkness approaches her and she closes her eyes tightly, expecting the inevitable blow, bracing herself to be struck for offending him. She’s weak and pathetic and stags don’t appreciate their women as such. They wanted their mares strong and healthy so they can tolerate numerous breedings and to bear them many foals. She is neither and is so afraid of intimacy now that no one would get much from her. Sequin flinches as he sniffs her flank. Besides, he’s dark and most likely would much rather prefer a dark whore.

She finds herself looking for Mozart, voicelessly begging the fae to return quickly, not to leave her and Darkness alone together for too much longer. The mother watches her babies being round together and is powerless to prohibit it. The little ones are on their own right now... She lays her head down on the earth, heaving a painful sigh. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she repeats brokenly beneath her breath, closing her eyes and trying to fight the tears burning the corner of her eyes.

The two tykes look up at Darkness as if he were their fatherly figure. They circle about his legs, admiring his bulk and the size of him. Oh, yes, he would do. He will do very well. But in order to keep him around they have to behave. So Papercut curls her legs beneath her and lays down and Knives plops himself down on his rump in a sitting position, leaning against his sister. Both pairs of eyes are glued on Twilight Darkness.
~Sequin Ruins/Knives/Papercut

[Tikayla]

"No, do not be afraid. I am not going to harm you or the foals. They are quite safe," repeats Twilight's Darkness. He knows that it has to sink in eventually.

He sees the little ones laying down. They are good little foals and are watching his every move. Well he had wanted to be a father. Now it seemed that he was closer than ever.

"Listen. How about you two go find Mozart, the other mare," he commands the foals. "Don't get lost and be careful. Do not get sidetracked and follow her scent trail. It shouldn't be too hard to follow. If you can't find her fast enough get back here. Okay?"

[ღE/m/i/l/yღ]

Mozart overheard it all. What a turn off! Sending the foals off so he can have his cheap thrills. She was back in a flash, her ears back in anger. She wondered if Darkness even cared, or if he just wanted a mare for a bit so he could be satisfied. Stupid Stags! she thought.

She dropped the colts foot at Sequin Ruins head. "Here, I'm sure these will make you feel better," she said quietly, caring for the mare. She turned to Darkness coldly and said, "Well, Darkness. Seems as if all you want is your ugly satisfaction." She made sure her eyes were cold and glaring, and that she looked stiff and bothered.

But, truly, she was still interested in the stag, she was quite fond of him. He liked foals. He liked caring about others. And, most important, he liked Mozart herself. She just couldn't help her feelings.

she bent down and Sequin's side and sat there for a long time, thinking about all that was happening. Twilight was Dark. Herself, Sequin, and the babies were Light. What did Twilight expect? For them to all join the Dark side. I don't think so! she thought.

But maybe....