A Lost Fight

LilyGrey · by LilyGrey on Fri Jan 30, 2009 12:27 am

La Lucha Por La Vida

I plod through the desert land, my head hanging low. My white coat shimmers and glows. My white hooves make no noise, but leaves instead a faint outline in it's wake, a cloud of dust to cover my prints.
The dust settles itself in my coat. turning it from a white gold, to a dusty yellow. I stop and look around.
Nothing.
No where.
Alone.
Still.
Again.

LilyGrey · by LilyGrey on Fri Feb 27, 2009 4:32 am

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by Guest on Sat Feb 28, 2009 3:54 am

Q{u}ince...?

Wie hiesst du?
Softly spoken german, murmured into my ears as I walk across this barren desert, the blood from my many war scars dripping a path behind the half crescents of my tracks.
Quince...?
Yes. I wish I could've had said to her "Yes...yes it is Quince..." but she just put on a knowing look and placed a kiss between my eyes.
Ich liebe du, Quince...
I like you too...I could've said, but I didn't I just nickered and pulled at her collar, absently.
Quince...?
The last time that I heard that soft German voice, she was on the ground, shuddering and holding her leg. It was screamed that time, as I ran, panicked, crashing through the dense alpine shrubs.
Quince...
The last time I heard that was when I was sold to cavalry, a mount for the army.
Quince?!?
When my rider had fallen, and broken his spine. I had mourned for him, but I had run free. Only to be wounded during my escape.
I haven't heard my name since then...but I can say something...

Q{u}ince...?

Yes, yes...I am running from your love...

Ooc: *accepts bump* Apologies. I meant to reply to this long ago...please enjoy Quince, the hopeless romantic.

LilyGrey · by LilyGrey on Sat Feb 28, 2009 4:37 am

I pause, my bottom lip dragging along the dust now. I breathe in deeply, couching up the dust again, blood turning it to a red dust. I sigh. Water! I need water! But it's not there... Like nothing ever was, nothing ever will be... Especially when I need it most. My ribs stuck out against my coat, although it should be a dull white, a yukky colour, it still shone with my untouched spirit. I sob, well, something like that, and my dull blue eyes, lit up as a blrry outline of something appeared on a small rise. Water? Horse? Grass? Shade? Then, it faded again, seeming to go over the other side of a rise. I sigh again, this time with disappointment and longing, and turn my head delicately to the side to let my eyes sweep the desert again...

The Fight For Life... Is on again...
La lucha por la vida... es de nuevo...

by Guest on Sat Feb 28, 2009 7:06 pm

Q{u}ince...?

Whispers of sullen memories flood my eerily empty mind.
Quince...
Sighs of love caressing the soft inner hairs of my sensitive ears.
I see something...I spy...a mare...
She could have been beautiful, once a upon a time...
She looked more like death itself at the moment...the precise reason why I skittered to the side after spotting her.
She looked...dead...
I approached, slowly, eying her warily.

Q{u}ince...?

LilyGrey · by LilyGrey on Sat Feb 28, 2009 11:50 pm

I pause my searching again, but this time, I knew my eyes weren'tplaying tricks on me. As my knees wobbled a stumble forward a couple of paces as a horse, a stallion, approached me warily. A lump formed in the back of my throat as I stumble to the ground, my muzzle touching the hot earth, my eyes close. The sun beat off my coat, radiating around me, but I burned. It made me even more dehydrated, more hungry, more crazed. A choking sound, a sob I think, escapes my pursed lips. My bright blue eyes, more alert than they were just a second ago, watch the approaching stallion curiously but warily.

by Guest on Sun Mar 01, 2009 1:20 am

I look down upon her, and speak softly, my voice washing gentle waves of sound towards her "Wie hiesst du?"
...Prehaps she understands English..."What is your name...?" I whisper, looking at her laying on the ground.
The sun trashed against my bloodied coat as I reach down to press my muzzle to her cheek.
I should lead her out of here....I would do that...

LilyGrey · by LilyGrey on Sun Mar 01, 2009 11:52 pm

I look up into his deep eyes, and my heart missed a beat as his cold nose blew gently onto my cheek. I shudder delicately. I felt safe now, relieved... Why though? I snort softly, and stand, my legs shaking. "I am La Lucha Por La Vida, sir.. Or The Fight For Life..." I sigh heavily, my sides heaving as I looked up at his great head to stare into his eyes. "What about yours, sir?" I blink, and take a step back.
As I take that step, my eyes widened and I inhale sharply. The sun glinted brightly off the wet, dark blood on his coat and the smell hit me hard. I look at him again, and back to his sores... "Excuse me for saying so, sir.... But... What happened to you?" I blink, and take a step to the other side, my bright blue eyes shockingly wide now, raked over his well muscled body... lined with wounds.

by Guest on Mon Mar 02, 2009 3:18 am

The air gained an oppressive quality, slipping intimate tendrils down my unsuspecting throat. I felt my heart squeeze subtley as I allowed my burning gaze to examine her slim, streamline body.
"Ah...La Lucha Por La Vida, meine klien liebchen..." I say, softly uttering her name, my tongue lolling over the honey quality of the pure Spanish in my mouth.
"Ich heibe...Quince...I am Quince..." I murmur, allowing the words to lift from my pursed lips.
The air turns slightly colder as my skin begins to ripple anxiously "I ran into...a war, miss. I died escaping" I give her a meaningful look before nudging the side of her neck with my muzzle.
"This is not a fair land...come...let us go back to the oasis"

LilyGrey · by LilyGrey on Tue Mar 03, 2009 2:29 am

I shiver again as his cool breath tickles my cheek. I close my eyes, tilting my head slightly to the side. Sighing I smile. "Quince..." I breathe gently, just a soft whisper.
"A war?" I ask, opening my eyes to stare at him. Then, as his last words escaped his lips, I realized my dry nouth, aching throat. "Please do..."

by Guest on Fri Mar 06, 2009 2:38 am

I look down at the mare, a raw expression twisting my facial features into an ugly mask.
"Yes...a battle between dusk and dawn..." I whisper, not bothering to elaborate. I could sense the hide prickling sensation of snipers focused on your back, and I could still hear the wails and bone chilling screams of the dying...
I could still feel their spirits caressing my spine...
My face freezes emotionlessly, as I turn and begin to head back from where I come from. I offer over my shoulder "Dusk will come soon...it's easier travel from there..."

LilyGrey · by LilyGrey on Fri Mar 06, 2009 3:39 am

I look at him warily again. I did not, well, I did want to, follow him, I shouldn't, but what choice did I have? I would be dead by sunrise if I didn't I sigh and trail behind slowly, my head low again as I think through his words. A war? Between dusk and dawn? I shudder to think about it and walked on, my face blank, trying not to show the pain that screamed down the length of my body.

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