Post by sushi on May 7, 2010 0:21:07 GMT -5
cause i really don't want to write it again. and i don't have microsoft word. <3
On those dark, stormy summer nights many stories begin with, she was born to a mare by the name of Aislinn. Here I must forewarn you that the latter was most infamous for her rebellious deeds: chaos blossomed wherever her hooves touched the earth. Many a time had she been exhiled from a herd, cast out for her behaviour, which was so strange, even the wisest and the oldest, their gnarled faces beholden with knowledge, could make neither head nor tail of it. Aislinn was but a loner at heart, causing destruction for fun, toying with the minds of those that made the mistake of trusting her. Yet, it had to be so that the ill fortune she caused came back to her. Roaming the dark paths of the mountains, where fierce beasts and even fiercer stallions hid behind every nook and crevice, she met one night a horse that had lost his mind. And so it was that Meridien was concieved a child of wild, rogueish beauty and insanity, quite by accident, but quite deliberate.
Yet disease had come on deathly wings, alighting upon Aislinn during her pregnancy. Her organs began to suffer, the hands of fate twisting her dark heart for all that she deserved, and she knew that death would soon seize her for itself. And the poor child, Meridien.. what would become of her? Desperate, the perishing mare turned her attentions towards one not-so-friendly face of the past: a mare she remembered, named Brenna, with no ability to produce a child of her own. She and the child made their way down through the mountains, vulnerable from the sly minds and sharp claws, till they breached Aislinn's very home herd. There, the rogue mare left her infant under Brenna's care, her undivided attention, while she spirited herself away back to the glittering peaks she truly called her home, to escape the grasp of the mortal world.
Yet there was something not quite right about the child, the beautiful filly with the silver hair and ice-blue gaze. She was a flower with but many thorns, and those thorns became deadlier throughout her childhood. Many were wary of her; they believed that Aislinn's spirit possessed her daughter, for she held many attributes that connected her with her deceased mother. Young ones her age stayed away from her, afraid to even look at such a fine rose, which gradually withered as she saw that she was not wanted amongst her fellows. Her foster mother even began to slowly detatch from her, leaving her more and more isolated in the high seas of what she thought had been her home. She waited, and waited; but no miracle blessed her, no young prince charming came to rescue her. She suffered with each passing day, waiting, waiting...
Soon, she became tired of her Rapunzel status, and approached Brenna, asking her why she was treated so. Brenna replied that she was believed a resurrection of her fiery blood mother, a potential hazard that grew every second she remained there, and that Brenna did not love her - the worst punishment of all, for one without a friend or parent. With salt tears staining her cheeks, the filly left, her own instinct pulling her towards the same glittering peaks her mother had vacated once upon a time.
And so the young beauty grew and grew, but her worth was hidden among the cliffs and valleys that formed the mountains. Somehow she escaped harm from the wild beasts and lone stallions, blossoming quietly amongst the snow and rock. Whoever said a flower needed warmth, light and water to grow? In any case, she proved them false. Yet she still remained that same old Rapunzel, waiting yearningly to be saved, to escape from the tower, in this case her mountains, and be taken away to a faraway kingdom. Her reluctance to leave held her back tightly, making her merely a victim to her own instinct. She had to overcome it - she had to! And so, just after she reached four years of age, she travelled down the mountainside, and across the grass that bordered it, journeying miles upon miles to find some kind of civilisation - a good lifestyle she could pursue.
And soon she found it, in a land named Assia. However, misfortune had it that she turned up entirely where she did not want to be - a land specifically intended for where children were concieved. And fate was that she met two stallions that day - a multi-hued beast named Mephistopheles, and a handsome blood bay, Couteau de Sang. Her own naivety scared her, and she ran from them like a frightened rabbit, fleeing through the foliage. Only one pursued her - the blood bay, for she had captured his attention - and he chased her down to a ledge by a waterfall. She reluctantly allowed him to have her, if only that he would help her raise the child. Despite this, during the long months of her pregnancy, disaster struck; Meridien's fierce jealousy exploded as she saw Couteau and a young chestnut mare together. She hid herself away in the labyrinth that was Lascaux Caverns, and there she remained, hopelessly struggling to raise the child after its birth. The child was weak and ill, however - a product of the consequences of stress during pregnancy. He could not venture outside until his strength returned - and even then, he was barely strong enough to survive.
Once the colt turned a year of age, Meridien returned to the breeding grounds, in dire hope that his sire would return, but to no avail. The one that turned up was a similar looker to that of the other male she had met the previous year, Mephistopheles. However he had darkened shadows around such cold green eyes that spoke volumes - years of hatred, bitterness and neglect. She felt instantly drawn to him, one that shared a flavour of her past. His name was Gaara, and together they concieved a child. She accepted his invitation into his herd, and subsided into a quiet existence, watching the world go by from within the shadowed forests. She had many another woman for competition - Gothika, a mare of pure black with naught but a white cross branded into her forehead, who bore Gaara twins, and Serene, whom Meridien knew not much about. She fumed in silence, unable to approach her master in fear of her removal from the herd. Once their son, Daikirai, was born, Couteau and her eldest, Faux de Sang appeared, and Couteau and Gaara clashed in a bout of jealousy over Meridien. Then they paused in their conflict, and requested her opinion - she stated that Couteau should remove himself and their son from Gaara's land, an order which he grudgingly obeyed.
A year passed, during which Meridien, overcome with self-hatred and pure jealousy for the women amongst her herd (with whom she fought for Gaara's attention), left Assia with Daikirai, returning in time for spring, whereupon she met Gaara. He informed her with such heartbreaking unexpected sweetness that he had missed her during her absence - a statement not to be underestimated, for he was a creature of very little love and affection. So their next child was created, and like a young child with its mother, Meridien dotingly followed Gaara back to the herd once more. Yet disaster struck; for the night before she was due to give birth, she lay down beside a riverbank, preparing to remain conscious throughout the evening, in case the child came before dawn. She did not anticipate that her labour would take longer to arrive, and once it did, the energy had been sapped from her bones with lack of sleep, death hiding beneath the waves of exhaustion that plagued her body. The child was born prematurely, and as a result her left eye was blind, her bones weak. Meridien rose to her feet to attend her maternal duties, yet she had not anticipated her full state of fatigue - she lost consciousness momentarily, stumbling backwards across the soft earth that lay next to the river - and plunged into the rushing waters. Alone and defenceless on the riverbank the child lay, watching as her mother began to die, swallowed up beneath the gushing surface of crystalline liquid, smashed against the rough, jagged surface of rock. Then the mare plummeted, and was falling, falling - down a monstrous waterfall, and she felt as if she were about to fall into oblivion itself, destined only to fall into the rapids below, where she bled half to death, staining the water crimson with her life. She never realised that her former saviour, Couteau, bounded into the water to save her, forcing himself to endure torture as he struggled to save himself from the murky depths of the riverbed. They were both washed ashore, and Couteau, using the few grains of stamina that remained, guided the lonesome filly from upstream down to her mother's side. After a few hours of unconsciousness, trapped behind a veil of black, Meridien took the filly away, retiring to the cool, nurturing forest, and to Gaara.
Months passed during which time, sightings of Gaara became less frequent, despite the fact he and Meridien shared an exquisite close bond - words of love blossomed on their lips each time they reunited, the affection in their eyes glittering like shards of crystal. Yet he became interested in other affairs - the organisation of his former home, and he preferred to take on these matters alone. They drifted further apart like fallen leaves carried by ripples on a lake, and the wench would pine for him, sitting alone with their daughter as she began to develop the most youthful beauty. Then one night, the volcanoes began to crackle far away on the horizon, churning out dark steam, engulfing the skies and turning them a deep black. Molten rock bubbled and hissed from the vents, rolling down the steep sides of the ancient mountain of compact ash and earth, towards the sleeping valley below. Fearful for both hers and Kita's lives, Meridien led the child out of Assia. Not long afterwards, Kita became independent, setting off on her own colourful life, yet she took care to check on her mother, who grew increasingly absent-minded, barren of emotion and thought, without the will to live, and waiting for the world to come crashing down on her. She felt broken and empty without her love, her soulmate - losing him was almost losing all of herself.
But all was not lost; a spark of hope, of optimism, somehow injected itself into her nonchalant, blank thoughts. An instinct to find life, to seek it, to seize it. She woke from her dismal dream, throwing herself from the living nightmare, and the journey began to find a residency. She found a land, Avalon, and there she met the current Dark Duke, Der Fuhrer. She decided that he was a fine creature, and accepted his invitation to join him in his palace of snow and ice, the Copse. He was a formidable creature: sharp in mind, yet gentle when he spoke with her; powerful physique; piercing green eyes, which reminded her of Gaara's - and that exotic alabaster hide, marked with ebony flecks. She enjoyed the time she spent under his rule, binded only to him and the resident males as far as copulation was concerned. And so she did not attempt to break nor flex this rule; Der Fuhrer sired her child the following spring, after he was promoted to Dark King. Following this, he requested Meridien become his Queen; a daunting prospect for the delicate yet strong-minded wench, who had never been granted positions of power before - especially none such as this. With hesitance she accepted, stepping into the whirlwind of conniving politics and climbing the rungs on the ladder of hierachy with astonishing swiftness. Their son, Silberne, was born later that year: a pristine-perfect silver prince, whose face might have been carved by the guardians of heaven. Yet Fuhrer's former sweetheart, his paramour Imogen appeared out of the blue, and Meridien once again felt alone of company, still Queen but not in Fuhrer's eyes. The democracy of Avalon collapsed, and she left, while Silberne disappeared like her remaining children, excluding Faux de Sang (she learnt that in a wash of turmoil, he had committed suicide by drowning in the blue depths of a lake), denied of his promised future throne, all images of a proud silver prince deteriorated.
She later left Avalon, and upon returning to the ruins of Assia, found that it was no longer ruins at all; it had been reborn, resurrected if you will, and it was the same as she remembered. She found her mate Gaara again and together they had another child, Eoghan - who was unfortunate to be born deaf as his ears had not been properly formed because of the harsh conditions taking its toll on his mother. The two were content reunited together for awhile, but both suffered from the same sense of wanderlust. Gaara longed for his desert, while Meridien pined for her beloved mountains, and either would disappear for a while and return back to Assia. Upon her return one winter she discovered that Gaara had died, leaving her alone once more - but far worse than she had ever been, with the knowledge that her love had gone to the void without her by his side. Yet she struggled to contain herself and not disintegrate into the disillusioned, indifferent creature she had become before, clinging to archived memories for Gaara's sake.
On those dark, stormy summer nights many stories begin with, she was born to a mare by the name of Aislinn. Here I must forewarn you that the latter was most infamous for her rebellious deeds: chaos blossomed wherever her hooves touched the earth. Many a time had she been exhiled from a herd, cast out for her behaviour, which was so strange, even the wisest and the oldest, their gnarled faces beholden with knowledge, could make neither head nor tail of it. Aislinn was but a loner at heart, causing destruction for fun, toying with the minds of those that made the mistake of trusting her. Yet, it had to be so that the ill fortune she caused came back to her. Roaming the dark paths of the mountains, where fierce beasts and even fiercer stallions hid behind every nook and crevice, she met one night a horse that had lost his mind. And so it was that Meridien was concieved a child of wild, rogueish beauty and insanity, quite by accident, but quite deliberate.
Yet disease had come on deathly wings, alighting upon Aislinn during her pregnancy. Her organs began to suffer, the hands of fate twisting her dark heart for all that she deserved, and she knew that death would soon seize her for itself. And the poor child, Meridien.. what would become of her? Desperate, the perishing mare turned her attentions towards one not-so-friendly face of the past: a mare she remembered, named Brenna, with no ability to produce a child of her own. She and the child made their way down through the mountains, vulnerable from the sly minds and sharp claws, till they breached Aislinn's very home herd. There, the rogue mare left her infant under Brenna's care, her undivided attention, while she spirited herself away back to the glittering peaks she truly called her home, to escape the grasp of the mortal world.
Yet there was something not quite right about the child, the beautiful filly with the silver hair and ice-blue gaze. She was a flower with but many thorns, and those thorns became deadlier throughout her childhood. Many were wary of her; they believed that Aislinn's spirit possessed her daughter, for she held many attributes that connected her with her deceased mother. Young ones her age stayed away from her, afraid to even look at such a fine rose, which gradually withered as she saw that she was not wanted amongst her fellows. Her foster mother even began to slowly detatch from her, leaving her more and more isolated in the high seas of what she thought had been her home. She waited, and waited; but no miracle blessed her, no young prince charming came to rescue her. She suffered with each passing day, waiting, waiting...
Soon, she became tired of her Rapunzel status, and approached Brenna, asking her why she was treated so. Brenna replied that she was believed a resurrection of her fiery blood mother, a potential hazard that grew every second she remained there, and that Brenna did not love her - the worst punishment of all, for one without a friend or parent. With salt tears staining her cheeks, the filly left, her own instinct pulling her towards the same glittering peaks her mother had vacated once upon a time.
And so the young beauty grew and grew, but her worth was hidden among the cliffs and valleys that formed the mountains. Somehow she escaped harm from the wild beasts and lone stallions, blossoming quietly amongst the snow and rock. Whoever said a flower needed warmth, light and water to grow? In any case, she proved them false. Yet she still remained that same old Rapunzel, waiting yearningly to be saved, to escape from the tower, in this case her mountains, and be taken away to a faraway kingdom. Her reluctance to leave held her back tightly, making her merely a victim to her own instinct. She had to overcome it - she had to! And so, just after she reached four years of age, she travelled down the mountainside, and across the grass that bordered it, journeying miles upon miles to find some kind of civilisation - a good lifestyle she could pursue.
And soon she found it, in a land named Assia. However, misfortune had it that she turned up entirely where she did not want to be - a land specifically intended for where children were concieved. And fate was that she met two stallions that day - a multi-hued beast named Mephistopheles, and a handsome blood bay, Couteau de Sang. Her own naivety scared her, and she ran from them like a frightened rabbit, fleeing through the foliage. Only one pursued her - the blood bay, for she had captured his attention - and he chased her down to a ledge by a waterfall. She reluctantly allowed him to have her, if only that he would help her raise the child. Despite this, during the long months of her pregnancy, disaster struck; Meridien's fierce jealousy exploded as she saw Couteau and a young chestnut mare together. She hid herself away in the labyrinth that was Lascaux Caverns, and there she remained, hopelessly struggling to raise the child after its birth. The child was weak and ill, however - a product of the consequences of stress during pregnancy. He could not venture outside until his strength returned - and even then, he was barely strong enough to survive.
Once the colt turned a year of age, Meridien returned to the breeding grounds, in dire hope that his sire would return, but to no avail. The one that turned up was a similar looker to that of the other male she had met the previous year, Mephistopheles. However he had darkened shadows around such cold green eyes that spoke volumes - years of hatred, bitterness and neglect. She felt instantly drawn to him, one that shared a flavour of her past. His name was Gaara, and together they concieved a child. She accepted his invitation into his herd, and subsided into a quiet existence, watching the world go by from within the shadowed forests. She had many another woman for competition - Gothika, a mare of pure black with naught but a white cross branded into her forehead, who bore Gaara twins, and Serene, whom Meridien knew not much about. She fumed in silence, unable to approach her master in fear of her removal from the herd. Once their son, Daikirai, was born, Couteau and her eldest, Faux de Sang appeared, and Couteau and Gaara clashed in a bout of jealousy over Meridien. Then they paused in their conflict, and requested her opinion - she stated that Couteau should remove himself and their son from Gaara's land, an order which he grudgingly obeyed.
A year passed, during which Meridien, overcome with self-hatred and pure jealousy for the women amongst her herd (with whom she fought for Gaara's attention), left Assia with Daikirai, returning in time for spring, whereupon she met Gaara. He informed her with such heartbreaking unexpected sweetness that he had missed her during her absence - a statement not to be underestimated, for he was a creature of very little love and affection. So their next child was created, and like a young child with its mother, Meridien dotingly followed Gaara back to the herd once more. Yet disaster struck; for the night before she was due to give birth, she lay down beside a riverbank, preparing to remain conscious throughout the evening, in case the child came before dawn. She did not anticipate that her labour would take longer to arrive, and once it did, the energy had been sapped from her bones with lack of sleep, death hiding beneath the waves of exhaustion that plagued her body. The child was born prematurely, and as a result her left eye was blind, her bones weak. Meridien rose to her feet to attend her maternal duties, yet she had not anticipated her full state of fatigue - she lost consciousness momentarily, stumbling backwards across the soft earth that lay next to the river - and plunged into the rushing waters. Alone and defenceless on the riverbank the child lay, watching as her mother began to die, swallowed up beneath the gushing surface of crystalline liquid, smashed against the rough, jagged surface of rock. Then the mare plummeted, and was falling, falling - down a monstrous waterfall, and she felt as if she were about to fall into oblivion itself, destined only to fall into the rapids below, where she bled half to death, staining the water crimson with her life. She never realised that her former saviour, Couteau, bounded into the water to save her, forcing himself to endure torture as he struggled to save himself from the murky depths of the riverbed. They were both washed ashore, and Couteau, using the few grains of stamina that remained, guided the lonesome filly from upstream down to her mother's side. After a few hours of unconsciousness, trapped behind a veil of black, Meridien took the filly away, retiring to the cool, nurturing forest, and to Gaara.
Months passed during which time, sightings of Gaara became less frequent, despite the fact he and Meridien shared an exquisite close bond - words of love blossomed on their lips each time they reunited, the affection in their eyes glittering like shards of crystal. Yet he became interested in other affairs - the organisation of his former home, and he preferred to take on these matters alone. They drifted further apart like fallen leaves carried by ripples on a lake, and the wench would pine for him, sitting alone with their daughter as she began to develop the most youthful beauty. Then one night, the volcanoes began to crackle far away on the horizon, churning out dark steam, engulfing the skies and turning them a deep black. Molten rock bubbled and hissed from the vents, rolling down the steep sides of the ancient mountain of compact ash and earth, towards the sleeping valley below. Fearful for both hers and Kita's lives, Meridien led the child out of Assia. Not long afterwards, Kita became independent, setting off on her own colourful life, yet she took care to check on her mother, who grew increasingly absent-minded, barren of emotion and thought, without the will to live, and waiting for the world to come crashing down on her. She felt broken and empty without her love, her soulmate - losing him was almost losing all of herself.
But all was not lost; a spark of hope, of optimism, somehow injected itself into her nonchalant, blank thoughts. An instinct to find life, to seek it, to seize it. She woke from her dismal dream, throwing herself from the living nightmare, and the journey began to find a residency. She found a land, Avalon, and there she met the current Dark Duke, Der Fuhrer. She decided that he was a fine creature, and accepted his invitation to join him in his palace of snow and ice, the Copse. He was a formidable creature: sharp in mind, yet gentle when he spoke with her; powerful physique; piercing green eyes, which reminded her of Gaara's - and that exotic alabaster hide, marked with ebony flecks. She enjoyed the time she spent under his rule, binded only to him and the resident males as far as copulation was concerned. And so she did not attempt to break nor flex this rule; Der Fuhrer sired her child the following spring, after he was promoted to Dark King. Following this, he requested Meridien become his Queen; a daunting prospect for the delicate yet strong-minded wench, who had never been granted positions of power before - especially none such as this. With hesitance she accepted, stepping into the whirlwind of conniving politics and climbing the rungs on the ladder of hierachy with astonishing swiftness. Their son, Silberne, was born later that year: a pristine-perfect silver prince, whose face might have been carved by the guardians of heaven. Yet Fuhrer's former sweetheart, his paramour Imogen appeared out of the blue, and Meridien once again felt alone of company, still Queen but not in Fuhrer's eyes. The democracy of Avalon collapsed, and she left, while Silberne disappeared like her remaining children, excluding Faux de Sang (she learnt that in a wash of turmoil, he had committed suicide by drowning in the blue depths of a lake), denied of his promised future throne, all images of a proud silver prince deteriorated.
She later left Avalon, and upon returning to the ruins of Assia, found that it was no longer ruins at all; it had been reborn, resurrected if you will, and it was the same as she remembered. She found her mate Gaara again and together they had another child, Eoghan - who was unfortunate to be born deaf as his ears had not been properly formed because of the harsh conditions taking its toll on his mother. The two were content reunited together for awhile, but both suffered from the same sense of wanderlust. Gaara longed for his desert, while Meridien pined for her beloved mountains, and either would disappear for a while and return back to Assia. Upon her return one winter she discovered that Gaara had died, leaving her alone once more - but far worse than she had ever been, with the knowledge that her love had gone to the void without her by his side. Yet she struggled to contain herself and not disintegrate into the disillusioned, indifferent creature she had become before, clinging to archived memories for Gaara's sake.