~ runaway queen (maylea/ciro)

[rawr]

it was a dark cold night. her eyes had yet to adjust to the darkness. he was gone. emilee was now alone. blood ran down her hindquarters as she stood there, legs shaking. this was her nightmare. she was living a nightmare and there was no way out. or was there? her head hung low as she stood there in the dark alone, thinking what it would be like to be 'free'. thinking what it would be like to live a life where she could make her own decisions and do as she pleased. but no, that life did not exist. she was a prisoner in her own life. not by choice but by force. emilee was property, merely an object in his eyes. she had no feelings, no opinions. no, she was to just take it. or at least, thats what she had been taught to do or learned over time.

but standing there alone, emilee began to think what life would be like if this was not the way she was to live. what would heaven be like? what would freedom feel like? she tried to imagine what her heaven would look like. bright, sunny, lots of puffy clouds. she imagined herself warm and beautiful. the scars on her ebony hide gone, the memories were just a peice that faded into the abyss. but this was just her version. sometimes, when she would be alone in her cave, she would image things like this. it made her feel better to be in another world where she would not have to be in the situation such as the one she was put into.

but that time was over. that night, the young mare ran. she ran as fast as she could towards a future complete unsure of. she ran towards something that was only a vision. her long friesian legs carried her deep into the unknown . she ran and ran until she could run no more. but she came upon something that only made her think she was in heaven. the sun was rising, coming up over the water in the distance. a mixture of pinks and blues. the closer she came to the water, the thicker the air grew of salt. it was heavy in the air, a foreign smell that stung her nostrils. she slowed and neared the edge of the water. it was certain she could no long run. her heart beat fast, eyes darting around quickly and her ears pricked and alert. she was ready for her capter to find her. but so far, nothing. she darted along the shorline, her feathers now wet with salt water. she headed towards a little inlet and followed the shoreline, looking for a place to hide. she would no go back.

"Speech"
"Thoughts or others speaking"

[Maylea]

The dark air shimmered around his dark coat, half pulling him into the shadows, even though his ivory strands stood out. But his green eyes didn't nearly glitter as brightly as he walked, his mind stuck a few years in the past, focused on a pretty little mare, worried about where she was, what was going on with her. Was she safe? Was she happy? Was she surviving with out him just fine . . . or were her thoughts wrought with his memory as well. A part of him hopped for the former, but another that missed her so desperately begged for the latter, though the truth remained, he just hoped she was alive, well. Surviving so wonderfully. So beautifully. . . no, no matter what she was, she'd always be beautiful, it just came so naturally to her. So delicately, wonderfully beautiful. He shook her memory from his mind, continuing to walk around, looking around, sighing. He was walking along the edge of some sort of beach, the air thick with the salt that was carried from the sea on the wind. The waves crashing created a faint sound that eased away his troubles, but as the sun began to rise over the dark water, he realized he'd spent but another night wandering aimlessly because of his restless mind. He desperately needed to find something to get his mind of her. Sure, he missed her, why wouldn't he. But this was becoming exhausting. He sighed, shaking his head, his gaze searching for anything else to focus on. He tossed back his mane slowly, before his eyes froze. She stood, standing near the edge of the water, ears perked, eyes dancing around. Looking Lost, or scared. Just like . . . just like Res had been when he first saw her.

Perhaps it was those similarities that spurred him forward, even as his mind spoke aggressively against the actions, It's not Resplendence, and you're in a whole different land. How do you know if she's friend or foe! What if she's dangerous! What if she's waiting to ambush, or she has someone waiting to ambush you! You can't trust her. But all the while he kept moving forward, stopping a good few yards away, remembering how easily his dear Res had startled, keeping his distance as he snorted to draw attention to himself, his creamy white mane flickering away from gentle green eyes as he spoke softly, delicately, "Ma'am? Are you alright? You look a little off tilter." He took a step forward before pausing again, ears perked, and did what he felt was right, asking quietly, "May I approach?"

"The Sweet Speech"
The Honest Thoughts

[rawr]

her life was not something she would wish on anyone. what she grew up in was something only thought to be in nightmares. but no, emilee was living the nightmare. everything about her life was a nightmare. from the moment she woke to the second she closed her lids to allow just a fraction of sleep to overcome her. but sleep was not something she was granted lightly. no. sleep was a reward. until now, she was told how to live her life. she was paraded around as a trophy only to be put down and beaten. this was the story of her life. she was prisoner in her world, never to escape.

but she beat those odds. she was free or for at least the time being. she had managed to outsmart her captors and find her way to a part of the lands which she had never laid foot on. emilee was nervous and her quick labored breathing was a tell tale sign. her eyes darted in every which direction, watching. her ears swivled on top of her head, listening. emilee didn't want to be snuck up on. that was the last thing she needed right then. she knew she needed to be alert. she needed to be able to get out of there in the blink of an eye to escape. she could not be. . .

caught! the sound of someone approaching broke her train of thought and she froze. she stood there unable to move as her eyes peirced his. she watched. she waited. she would not let him get her. she took a moment to take a breath as she had been holding it just the moment before. drawing in a deep, pulling in the salty air, she caught the scent of the other. it was not once she knew. it immediately made her nervous. he had sent someone after her! they found her. emilee snorted but still unable to move from her position. but something was off. he seemed so different. his eyes were kind and he made no move towards her in a threatening way. he is just trying to trick me. he wants me to fall for his little game. this wouldn't have been the first time for a stallion to play this on her. pretend he wasn't going to hurt her but then lunge out at her at the last second. she was just prey to them. but soon his voice followed. his voice was soft. it gave her goosebumps as his voice seemed so . . kind. "ma'am? are you alright? you look a little off tlter." her lobes listened, almost giving away the fact that she was confused and wans't sure how to answer him.

he then made an attempt to gain more ground on her. but only taking a step, again she was confused. his voice quiet, "may i approach?" this was a new one. no one ever asked her to come towards her. emilee got very nervous. her tail twiching at her nervousness. what was she suppose to say? could she trust him? no! of course she couldn't. finally, she worked up the nerve to speak. her voice shakey but she tried to sound confident. "what makes you think i can trust you? i do not know you. what do you want?" she took in a deep breath, trying to relax but it was impossible. she didn't knwo what to do.

"Speech"
"Thoughts or others speaking"