Into The Ocean, End It All

[blueoctober]

x.Blue October.x

I want to swim away, but don't know how

[G]reat, I'm here again... Why?' She questioned herself, looking down at her hooves, delicately switching from one fore hoof to the other. Ever since she was a small flicka, and had been forced into slavery. Not your usual Idea of fun? Right? Well... It was even worse when your father was murdered, as was your mother, and your beloved older sister managed to escape. Samhaine's last words still haunted Blue October's memories, 'I'll be back, I promise you! Do you here me October! I will find a way to rescue you.' those words had been spoken to her over 2 years ago by her sister. So why was she still stuck her?

[C]asually, the blue roan nymph looked around. Seeing some of the other captive's in there stalls. They all looked so much grander then she. A slight mare of 15.1, 15.2 hands ish. She was colored Bright blue roan, with a black mask upon her facade, and a single star. Her black stalkings and ebony mane and tail matched her mask. Her hooves were odd too, three were cream colored, and one was black.

ut looking upon all the other equines, of bright white, bay, chestnut, and black... She felt out of place. She looked like she was the only blue roan here. Blue October shrank to the back of her stall, and curled up against the edge, closing her lids over her soft brown eyes. The once bright sparkle that they held in there youth had all but dimmed threw many years of pain, torture, and other unbelievable things. I'm not ready to face such things again. She realized sadly. But she wouldn't be able to stop it. She was going to be bought again, forced to go with a stallion to his lands... and who knew what else. She defiantly didn't want to. But she would have too.

he sat back, and waited for fate to fall upon her, and for her new life to begin. All the while, being careful not to think about what she as soon going to be facing.

tatus: Completed
[C]haracter: Blue October
[G]ender: nymph
[W]ord Count: 505--overall
[M]use: terrible
[N]otes: none

Sometimes it's like I'm falling into the ocean

[Action]

Thunder
Sounds like we need to get a storm going.

Without a sound, a large mass of fur and agile bones slipped through the barrier of woods and open landscape. He knew where he was. However, he had never been here. The only reason he was here was that he needed more protection. Just in case a certain wolf and his pack showed up. He had had experience with dealing with horses before. He knew how to deal with them.

Slapping his gray steppers onto the ground rhythmically, he stopped at the site of many, many stallions and mares staring at him. They knew they could die if the wolf bit a certain place. But, they also knew that they could kill the wolf easily too. That is if he would actually stay relatively in the same place. That was the reason Thunder was not scared to be here. Not even a frightened thought in his mind. He was more agile than a cat. Very. Very fast. This wolven had had horse meat before. From a slave his father had brought back. He had liked it, but he wouldn't be using it as a threat.

Smashing his orbs from the Stallions, he started to skim over the slaves that were all tied to posts and in tight fenced cages. They were all the standard colors that horses would be. Light colors to dark black colors. Whites in between. But, the only horse that had caught his eye was a mare. A beautiful mare. She was a rare blue roan. That was what made his d.mned mass trot into her direction.

Slapping his front paws up on the fence, he looked into the mare's eye and immediately found her worthy. That was what was wrong with Thunder. He was extremely agile, he could tell if someone was worthy, and other junk that not even him could explain. They weren't so much problems as of privileges, but to him they were problems. A sign that something had happened to make him so "special".

Slowly bobbing his gray head, he opened his maw to speak so only the mare could hear his words. "Hello, Miss. May I know your name? I am Thunder." Thunder's words were tender and caring. Loving almost. That was another one of his "privileges". He was nice to everyone...well almost everyone. If there was someone he didn't like, he did NOT like them. Holding the mare's gaze for a short period of time, he slipped his orbs to look at the rest of her body. She was in fantastic shape. She would make a wonderful guard...that is if she wanted to be one. He would give her any job she wanted. Well, almost any job. He just wanted some horses in his pack. That would make him and his pack all the more powerful and protected from a certain neighboring king and any other offending king or queen.

ooc;; Hope you don't mind a wolf...no muse for Tod. >.>