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Subject: The broken stallion, familiar body masked with carnage, chokes on the rush of blood filling his lungs...* --> Author: CBML [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 17:30:28 03/09/01 Fri *A carcass still holding life lays silently near the outskirts of the meadow, a rasping moan sounding deep within the nearly quiet body still in possession of a ghostly soul. The blood bay stallion lays sprawled on his side, pelt matted with blood, broken jaw hanging at a grotesque angle. Coat so thickly covered with the dark red carnage, sticky and warm, no trace of the white blaze upon his face shows through the crimson. The butchery leaking, burning, into his eyes, the taste filling his mouth with each hacking cough, his vision floats dangerously between two states of being, one earthly, one divine. Teetering on the edge of death, dragging on air that cannot support him, he is seized by a violent seizure of shuddering, the torn remnants of his skin hanging loosely, obscurely, off of him in all angles and directions. But no pain holds him. Disembodied faces float through his mind, wavering closer, disappearing. Sal and Pepper and Kite were there, Blissful Sensations, Glittering Gold, Aesop’s Favorite Fable, his children... he had loved them all so much... but two of the three mares that had made his life continue no matter what had left him. Dark coat snarled with the thickening gore, breath gurgling with spatters of blood, he grows quieter, eyes fainter. And in his weakened state, he had been attacked by a stallion twice his size and much more powerful, and could not fight back. He was alone... no, there were things flying about him...he was flying... Bodiless faces shriek like harpies and swoop towards him. Terrified, bloodied eyes torn and flashing with fear, he chokes as another spasm of coughing wracks his body, blood erupting from his broken mouth.* [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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[> Subject: Re: The broken stallion, familiar body masked with carnage, chokes on the rush of blood filling his lungs...* --> Author: Glittering Gold [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 16:03:12 04/06/01 Fri Noooooooooooooooooo noo he couldnt of *lays by the dead/dying stallion so he doesnt lay dead/dying alone and queitly cries* I'll miss you very much cbml and I know i cant do anything to help this i know because we are not active enough to fulfill your reqriment (i know alot of ppl would do differnt stuff but my brains mush from too much grounding)

[> [> Subject: (GG.... he's not dead...... Sourcey's going to help him......) Author: (Ghost of John) [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 19:17:33 04/06/01 Fri

[> [> [> Subject: +The small black mare enters+ Author: Sourceress [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 13:46:03 04/10/01 Tue +Stark figure etched against the rugged outcrop of the mountain backdrop, she steps into sight. Her figure of small, and she has begun to age, she moves still with a fluid ease, but upon a closer glance her muzzle, once the same ebony as her remaining proportions is smattered with grey. She appraoches at a purposeful trot, no hesitation in her stride despite the sight of the the ravaged creature laying before her. She pulls to a halt alongside him and lowers her head, barely touching his bloodied shoulder to warn him of her presence.+ CBML... you don't know me well, but I am Sourceress... I know that I can help you. I have no question in my mind about that, but you have to let me help you. Do you want my help? Because I am going to need yours. +She leans closer, emerald orbs holding an intriguing sheen, awaiting an answer so that she can begin.+

[> [> [> [> Subject: *Groans.....* Author: CBML [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 07:10:23 04/16/01 Mon (Sorry 'bout that...) *One bloodied eye opening, thick with the disgusting, oozing dark carnage, the dying stud shudders violently, the almost familiar figure woozily drifting above him in circles. Her twisted frame taking different shapes, drawing a frantic breath from him, he somehow pulls her words to meaning, bleary eyes rolling, toungue flopping in the dirt beneath him. His voice cracks dryly...* ..Please.. help... me...

[> [> [> [> [> Subject: +nods, turning on heel+ Author: Sourceress [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 14:41:22 04/17/01 Tue (hehe, not a problem) +leaving his side briefly, she reapproaches, dropping piles of various herbs and liquids alongside him and setting to work, grinding and mixing until a green gruel has taken shape. Feeding it slowly into the steeds bloodied mouth, she begins to talk.. sometimes it was the distraction that worked wonders, words flowing steadily from her lips.+ It all started years ago. +she pauses+ you'll find this a bit odd.. difficult to believe I suppose, but who knows whether you'll remember it anyway. My father. +smiles+ he was a warlock.. one of the last. Unfortunately his powers were wasted on evil. Some of that including the destruction of my mother. I was blessed with having a small portion of his powers. +looks down at her concoction+ and my mother gave me a vast knowledge of medicine. I was meant to be a medicine man of sorts.. until my father's unfortunate side got the better of him. My mother was killed, and I escaped. Eventually I stumbled upon this place... +takes a breath and pushes aside the gruel, pausing her tale. Moving to the river once more. Ribs were most certainly cracked. The medicine would help the pain.. quickley heal the wounds.. but until then she would need plaster.. and splints.+

[> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: *Chokes on the rush of blood filling his lungs........* Author: CBML [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 19:41:28 04/21/01 Sat *A rasping moan sounding deep within the nearly quiet body, he shudders quietly, broken jaw hanging at a grotesque angle. Teetering on the edge of death, dragging on air that cannot support him, he is seized by a violent seizure of shuddering, the torn remnants of his skin hanging loosely, obscurely, off of him in all angles and directions. But no pain holds him. He chokes as another spasm of coughing wracks his body, blood erupting from his broken mouth. The gauze she applies is soothing, chilling, feverish body relaxing quietly. Hazy find fading softly, he watches her circle about his body, twisted frame whirling in strange circles around his head.*

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: +..returns..+ Author: Sourceress [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 14:41:07 04/23/01 Mon +She pauses in her motion to gaze upon him, mohogany oculars laced with sympathy for the pain that had caused such a stallion to reduce himself to this must have been bitter indeed. The jaw would need to be set.. stitches made.. but for the time being, a cast of sort would need to be formulated.. for that she would need mud.. returning to his side with just that, she begins to mix in herbs once more, slathering it to his sides. This would not heal the ribs, only he could do that, but it would quicken the process and certainly hold them and comfort the victim. Leaving once again, she returns with more herbs, these magical plants which she depends on.. they will remedy the internal bleeding, and she feeds the gruel into his mouth gently...+

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: *Shivers quietly....* Author: CBML [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 14:44:38 04/26/01 Thu *Moaning gently, voice thick with pain, he slowly rotated hsi toungue, feeling the warm mush in his mouth. Unable to move his jaw, stinging with the throb of aching fracture, he managed to choke some of it down, hitting his stomach with a warm flash - the first food he had eaten in a long time. The medicines casually seeping in, easing tension and pain, he feels the sharp jolt of being dragged away from the cliff of death upon which he had teetered, striking away as the herbs begin to take effect, pulling him back to life. One eyelid cracking open, forcing the dried blood that had caked there to shiver and part, his hazy vision begins to clear - jaw still crooked, ribs still battered, but a tiny, familiar spark finding his gaze once more..*

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: +..glances downward..+ Author: Sourceress [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 10:46:28 04/28/01 Sat +Dark, emerald tinged orbs come to rest upon his battered form once more, sypathy flitting over compassion filled features as she continues about her work, her concoction nearly finished as she smothers a bit of it over his jaw, knowing that relief in it's numbed state would follow so that she would be allowed to go about "sewing" it back into place. Gently she does so, the sharply carved granite and tightly woven pine needleds quickley melding dial nearly back to it's former state. Moving then to his barrel, she rubs muzzle softly across side, detecting fractured limbs only upon his skyward facing side. A gentle sigh of relief works through her passage as she begins to smear the plaster over his side..+

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: ~!~ Twists silently..... ~!~ Author: CBML [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 07:28:50 05/03/01 Thu ~!~ Moaning quietly, feeling his jaw hinged back silently into place, he emits a sharp cry of pain as she relocates his jowl, runs her muzzle down the length of his battered side, feels his ribs rearrange themselves like puzzle pieces deep inside his broken frame. Shuddering quietly, but feeling the soothing medicine begin to set place, he utters a grating sigh, the note creaking like rusted metal against bone. One dark eye solemnly watching her, he feels helpless but exhausted, and quietly drifts into half-sleep as she finishes up with his wounds. ~!~

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: +..Paces..+ Author: Sourceress [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 17:42:13 05/05/01 Sat +Putting the final touches on his wounds, a gel is smoothed over various jagged edged upon his torn figure. Helping to sooth, to heal more quickley. A shuddering sigh wracks her ribcage as she works, exhaustion settling in red waves over her. Seeing him drift into a blissful sleep, she too lowers herself to charred knees, falling into her own state of unconcienceness.+

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: ~!~ Whimpers helplessly in deep slumber... ~!~ Author: CBML [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 15:37:43 05/10/01 Thu ~!~ Zombies and spooks whirling in his deep slumber, ravaging the little sleep he had gotten since he had first lost Fable, the bloodied stud cracks as he rolls, eyes pinched shut, terrifying vision flying behind the veined lids. Bellowing monsters screaming, tearing at his flesh, swooping and bombing him, he twitches, burnt to a full gallop in his nightmares, pursued by dreams gone wrong, twisted with medication and memories - two wrong things combined to worse. He groans softly, stirring, mumbling garbled words only he can understand as he follows a crooked beast in the shape of lost loves, the beautiful creature suddenly turning into a monster, swallowing herself and not leaving him a way out.... ~!~

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: +..jerks from her rest..+ Author: Source [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 19:17:13 05/11/01 Fri +Scrambling to regain footing, she pulls herself closer to the stud. Emerald oculars scan him helplessly, knowing better than to wake the victim of a nightmare.. for soon the course of the dream gone awry would run itself weary. Only then would it's subject be given relief. She brings soft touch of her own velvet muzzle to his sinewy shoulder in hopes of bringing an end to his torment on a faster note.+

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: ~!~ Snaps restlessly... ~!~ Author: CBML [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 17:32:40 05/13/01 Sun ~!~ Feeling the warm breath of another upon his shoulder, some force of good countering the roaring blindness of monsters upon him in his deep slumber, the jaded stud jerks violently towards her, sudden visions of angels and past mares flicekring across his sight. Mumbling softly, for a second having them back at his side, he murmurs each name as if testing a fruit for ripeness, the sweet juices filling his toungue with joy.. ~!~ BS..? Fable..? GG..? ~!~ Rolling gently over, he cracks one eye open, finding Source instead, their vision suddenly gone from him. ~!~ Where.. they're gone.. and they're not here... ~!~ Blazed vision confused, distorted, he jerks to the memory that all three were gone again, and a tiny sob rises in his throat as he crumples up in a helpless heap, a tiny whimper choking him.. ~!~

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: +..starts uneasily, heart jerking..+ Author: Source [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 17:13:00 05/16/01 Wed +Heart aching for him, understanding his pain, having blocked her own past for far too long. Letting muzzle graze his neck in an attempt to comfort her patient, she murmers softly.+ Shh... sleep now, you'll be fine.. things will improve, and you'll have memories to build from.. don't you worry anymore for today.. just hang on for a little while pal, you're almost there.. you can start building again before you know it.

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: ~!~ Moans softly.... ~!~ Author: CBML [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 19:17:39 05/19/01 Sat ~!~ Heart stuttering with ache and remembrance, all too familair and yet still unwelcome after all of the years it has been endured, the bloodied steed cringes, cramped body tight with pain, her words blurred and distored in his mind.. ~!~ ... Buil..ding? Building.. what? There.. are no bricks.. left.. no mortar... memories... memories hurt. ~!~ Stifled with a sudden jerk of pain, he stops, silenced by the frightening flicker of his unrhythmic heart, strumming to a strange and uneven beat.. ~!~

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: +..relaxes..+ Author: Source [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 18:41:47 05/23/01 Wed +Sliding into a rythmic sense that only words can bring her, she stumbles again to his side.+ Love, you must make the bricks, you have a foundation, now all you need is the strength.. and the will.. to build your future.. only that. +Emerald oculars study him quietly, worry evident in her creased brow..+

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: ~!~ Dark eyes pinch closed... ~!~ Author: CBML [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 17:37:49 05/24/01 Thu ~!~ Breathing heavily, choking for breath that would not come, the quit steed moans gently, head settled back down to rest upon the moist turf. ~!~ But.. I do not have that will... I have nothing... I have but a few scatterings of friends... nothing more.. no one to love.... just my battered self, and the memories... only sore ones now.

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: +a gentle sigh+ Author: Source [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 13:53:45 05/28/01 Mon It is a decision that I will allow you to make.. +a smile touches her features, laced with dissapointment.+ I don't like to lose my patients mind you, but the decision is yours for the keeping.. choose wisely though, I beg you, for once gone, a life is something that one cannot re- obtain.+

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: ~!~ Pinches eyes shut.... ~!~ Author: CBML [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 18:14:18 05/28/01 Mon I.. will.... I will.... ~!~ Caught words choking deep in his thick throat, wheezing air cutting short his supply of oxygen, the apined stud abruptly drops his head, pinched lids cramped over his dark sight, an erruption of tears flashing heavily from his broken emotion. ~!~ I.. will... not die... I will live...

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: +..Dark oculars alight..+ Author: Source [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 16:57:43 06/04/01 Mon +Orbs holld pain and intruige, gazing heavily upon his broken frame, exhaustion encompassing her body, waves of red flitting tauntingly past her sight, but determined not to give into it, she approaches the fallen horse once more, gently draining water into his wired jaw.. soon he would be strong enough to take care of himself, but until then, here she would remain.+