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Post by Fawkes. on May 10, 2007 19:42:58 GMT
Fake faces everywhere I see, Fawkes sighed, and that single sigh was enough to sum up all of her emotions at that moment. She was happy, of course she was happy. She had escaped the rule of the Darks, hadn't she? Yes, and although her lord was dead, she was perfectly healthy, save for the fact that she was currently bearing a foal, and felt about as comfortable as a fish in a frying pan. But she was at a place where females were claimed as casually as a human might claim a packet of rice, and this was the reason that she was not exactly content. The red mare believed strongly in the idea of equality, and therefore this idea of 'claiming' was not one that she admired. The real problem, however, was that, even though she was a reasonably attractive horse, most stallions only wanted a mare when they came to the Claiming Lake, and not a foal as well. Fawkes cursed her swollen stomach for about the fiftieth time, before glancing back at her belly lovingly. The foal might not have been born yet, but the youngster most certainly was there, and from now on they would come as a package deal - a buy-one-get-one-free sort of thing.
Of course, when Fawkes had given in to Zeus, and decided to bear him a child, she had not predicted that the stallion would be murdered shortly afterwards. It kinda put things in perspective, really, being only a few weeks away from giving birth, and knowing that the foal would never have someone to call father. Well, that was unless a particularly kind male chose to approach her despite her condition, and offered her a home. So how likely was that? About as likely as me growing wings and flying off to a tropical island. The mare told herself firmly, knowing that few stallions would offer a home to a mare like her, but hoping that she would be fortunate enough for it to happen. Still, we don't need anyone else, do we... Yeah, okay, so maybe she was talking to herself. But she looked back at her stomach once again as she did so, hoping that the unborn foal could hear her, and knowing that, even if it couldn't, the idea was still comforting. Fawkes was yet to decide on a name for the youngster. Still, she decided, a name would probably come to her when she actually saw her baby. There were more pressing matters at hand, however, like where they were going to stay. Fawkes fidgeted, standing calmly near the bank where the lake met with the earth, and waiting for some hero to save her.
Fake people looking back at me...
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Post by heroine on May 10, 2007 23:47:58 GMT
agnar
the tempo to your heart beat.
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Post by Fawkes. on May 13, 2007 11:52:03 GMT
OOC: Sorry, this is a horrible post -.-
Fake faces everywhere I see, The stranger caught Fawkes by suprise as he appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, and swiftly approached her. Her long ears flickered back and forth as he spoke, a faint smile finding its way to her mouth. "Passenger? If by passenger you mean foal, then yes." The question was an odd one, and from the gentle tone of his voice, the mare gathered that the stranger was not planning to harm her. She was suprised that anybody would even bother speaking with her in the claiming lands when she was so clearly heavy with the foal of another, but was there a possibility that this stallion was different to others? Her heart gave a hopeful bound, and the red female was inclined to speak. "I am known as Fawkes, sir..." She muttered the words nervously, adding the 'sir' as an afterthought, in case the male deemed this proper behaviour.
Fawkes had rarely ever felt such a mixed bag of emotions: worry, hopefulness,shyness, doubt, nervousness... All were flooding her mind in a rather violent and unprovoked attack. Zeus had been far more formal in his introduction, and informed her immediately that she would go to his home. That was the only way that she had ever seen things happen, for she was only young, and she had not counted on having to go through the process yet again. Fawkes was unexperienced in the world, knowing only the ways of the Dark equines, and having seen very little of the land around her. The mare missed her childhood, for now it seemed centuries ago, and the life swelling inside her was not exactly making her feel any younger. Would the stranger give her a second chance at a normal life, or would she be cast away yet again? It was anyone's guess.
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