Post by Dyzzie-doll on Jan 14, 2012 2:46:44 GMT -5
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CAELUM
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Full Name: Caelum
Nickname(s): Cae, Caela, Cael
Age: 4 1/2
Gender: Female
Species: Equine
Breed(s): Rocky Mountain Horse x American Saddlebred x Welsh Pony
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Coat Color: Flaxen Blue Roan
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 14.2 hhs
Weight: unknown
Markings: Caela's facade is coated in rich black, accept for a large star in the center of her forehead. Each one of her legs look to be dipped in ebony, stretching far up her legs, almost to stopping a little higher then her knees.
Scars, birthmarks, etc: Along Cae's back, slight scars can be seen.
MIND,
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Caela’s personality is hidden by a layer of ice that keeps her locked up with in herself. But it isn’t just herself that she is afraid to hurt. She hurt someone she loved very much in the past, and wants to save herself the pain of doing that again. So a layer of ice covers her beautiful brown eyes. Her body is usually positioned for defense when she finds herself with another. But she tends to treat everyone a little differently.
Younger horses she treat with almost delicate care, being careful to tread softly around them, and not stay to close, like she is afraid to contaminate them. But her eyes soften a lot when she looks upon their joyful innocence and youth. Though, she herself isn’t that old either. She sees what she could have been in these horses, and wishes that she could preserve the fierce beauty of such innocence, so that she could remember it.
Around Elder equines, she treads almost carefully, yet respectively. She never speaks to them, unless spoken to first(but then again she is like this with all horses she meets.) She looks at them, and sees something of power. Something that should be treated with respect, because it is from the elders that the younger ones can learn so much.
Around foals, Caela is much more comfortable. She softens the most visibly to them. She loves how carefree they can be, and how fun they are to watch. She remembers often, with fondness, the memories of her own foal hood. The Youngsters, and juveniles make Caela feel slightly ashamed of herself, knowing she had acted this way as well. Cocky, over confident, and too proud. But, past is past…
It is in other females that Caela has the most trust, because females tend to understand the heartbroken femme. She finds it easiest to talk to females, and to let them comfort her. But it is in males that Caela often has nothing to do with. They unnerve her, and someone of them reminded her of the love she lost. She is not set at ease, and often will turn tail rather than remain in the company of a male alone.
Caela is a very shy femora, and would rather be by herself then with others. She prefers to remain unseen, just a mere wall flower, un seen, un noticed. She is not fond of attention, especially that of the male genre. She is a kind soul, and tries to only look for the goodness in people. She is incredibly soft spoken, rarely raising her voice. Her patience is long, and has virtually no temper unless someone she cares about is threatened. When she fights, she knows to do her best, or harm may be a close step away, and will not faint at the idea of ending it with the final plow. She is happier then most would assume with the idea of killing if it meant protecting someone she loved. But she is happy that she is a female, and fighting, when it does occure, she doesn’t always have to be a part of.
Caela is one of the pure souls, one of the few who would be even willing to give her life for those she has pledged her loyalty to. But it is difficult for the mare to develop the trust needed in others for her to be willing to be loyal. But once you have her as a friend or companion you have her for life.
Caela is one of the few femme fatales who don’t try throw themselves at the males. She is not a temptress at all, and resents the females who do act like that thinking they act unholy, and shame the females of her race. But she does tease and flirt with those whom she has long gotten the chance to know, and trust. When she is completely comfortable, it is like seeing a different fae. She shines, and smiles more eagerly, and her eyes sparkle like sapphires caught in the sun. It is a miracle change that few get to see, because so many give up on her before it can happen.
SOUL.
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Caelum was born to the Lead and Leaderess on a cool summer night, one of a set of twins being birthed. But unfortunately for the family, Caela’s brother didn’t make it, dying a few minutes after birth. Her mother was devastated to see the heir die, but the father and mother rejoiced that they had at least heiress to take over the herd.
Caela was brought up always surrounded with love. She could go to her mother and father for practically anything. But her closest companion was found in her nanny-of-sorts. Her favorite past time was laying down beneath a tree, with the old femme, and hear the stories that the mare spun for her. She found them so exciting and alightening. Her favorite story was always the one of a young heiress falling in love with the heir of the rival herd, and how they fought for their love, willing to do anything for the one they truly loved, despite how it went against everything they were raised with. Caela had always hoped that such a love would come towards her.
Around the same time, however, her herd was beginning to have troubles with the rival herd of the area. And while spying on a meeting between her father and the rival Lead, her eyes fell upon a colt, pitch black in coloration, hiding behind the leader, slightly. Caela’s eyes had widened when she reached the realization of who this was. It was the very stallion she’d have to fight one day, to keep her lands safe. To keep her herd whole and alive. But at that time, Caela was not aware of the fact that it wasn’t fighting that was in store with them, but rather something… very different.
It was a cold winter night, that the blue roan fae first laid her brown eyes on those of black colts. The very horse who was her own hers leadind down fall. The heir to the herd that was constatntly battling her herd for the land and rights to the area. Though, ‘twas only a passing glance, at first, she immediantly knew who it was that was traveling threw her clan’s territory. Caela ran through the darkness, heading for the black horse who seemed to blend in, expertely, with the surrounding darkness of the woods, the very night that surrounded the twosome. She glared at him, tossing back richly decorated, white tresses, as her hooves carried her swiftly towards him. He glanced up, and the femme stopped as brown eyes, cold and annoyed, met the slightly smug green ones of the black horse infront of her. She stopped in front of him, her brown eyes narrowing as she looked at him, even more so. It was the first time she had met this horse. And the fae had to admit… well, the colt was huge. Even for his age. He seemed to tower of the unusually small filly, his eyes smirking. The two weren’t really in danger of one another, well not the danger they thought of at the time, for the fact that both were still very much in the midst of their foalhood. She straightened herself, as her cold tones leaked out to meet his preened ears, ”Who are you, colt? And what has ever given you the faintest idea that you could come upon my herd’s land?”
The black horse snickered softly, shaking his head, as he stared at the determined filly in amazement, his reaction hinted that not many dared to stand up against him, ”I, sweetheart, am called Nocte. I’m sure you’ve heard of me. And you are?” He replied to her harsh words, even as he purposely skipped over her question of his reasoning to why he was wandering around her family’s land. The young flicka rolled her eyes. Of course, she knew who he was, just as she was aware that he knew who she was. After all… how many blue roan fillies, with white manes and tails run around in her pack. Just one.
Caela’s eyes remained narrowed, as her cold words left her maw, hissing and spat at him, ”Don’t call me sweetheart!”She stated, as her tones grew more annoyed. Especially after the smirk that came from the black horse in front of her. She hated it when others seemed to down play her. ”I’m called Caelum.” She stated simply, and added, ”You have failed to answer my first question, colt.” She refused to call him by name, then.
She had earned herself another smirk from the young colt, as he regarded her with curiosity. She hated the way she was being scrutinized by the equine. How he surveyed her. It made her feel… odd. Like she was being tested for something. Finally he replied, ”Well, Caelum… It is a pleasure to meet such a lovely bella as yourself. As for what I am doing here. I’d say I was searching for a beautiful place to… watch the stars. Though I think I have the perfect vantage point now, the stars in your eyes out shine anything in the heavens.” This statement earned him a roll of her eyes. He was a player, she presumed. And it annoyed her how he tossed his words so carelessly around.
She hadn’t realized yet that so much of his words would be true, when he spoke to her… She took a careful step back, ”My father will not be happy that you have crossed into our territory, and, lucky for you, I’m giving you a chance to take your leave now.” The stupid black colt, as she saw him, had that audacity to laugh at the soft blue-gray filly, causing the bella to growl darkly at him. He took a few steps forward so he was right in front of her, practically… towering over her.
Once again his cool, collected words echoed across the air. ”As you wish, mistress.” He said, snickering. He went to turn and leave, but right before he did so, he turned back to Caela. With a smirk, he nuzzled her cheek before disappearing into the darkness, his laugh echoing threw the darkness as the femme’s angry curses followed him.
Caela had been shocked by his action, and as she walked back towards the meadow she shared with her parents, as ‘home’, she snarled lowly to herself, realizing her mistake. How could she have let him get so close to her. It was a mistake, and it was one she wouldn’t make again… How wrong she was…
Caela hadn’t laid eyes upon the black horse of her memories, not that she minded(she was still upset about her mistake last time), for a few winters time now. Okay, so it was really more like only two. She was still a fairly young fae, only 3 and a half years old, but feeling proud to finally be in her adult hood. As she walked threw the forest, one could see the differences in her now. Her walk was so graceful, her form now equisite, and properly filled out. She was no longer a clumsy foal, or an awkward juvenile. She was a beautiful, full grown femme fatale. Her coat was gorgeously hued a hypnotizing soft blue-gray, her eyes a sultry brown. Her mane and foretresses where a hypnotizing white, and her tail fell in bountiful threads of ivory. She was petite, still smaller than most, but there was no reason that she should be ashamed of it. She had discovered that she preferred her smaller size, it made it easier for her to be overlooked, or able to hide. Though she was still often intimidated by the large equines walking around.
She had been bored, wandering around in the herd, and so was exploring, one of the young mare’s favorite hobbies. She was playing in a clearing, when she heard the sounds of horses moving threw the lands. Eyes curious, the fae started to wander closer towards the equines in question, wondering the reasoning behind their travels, and why they did so traveling, so secretly. As she wandered closer towards their caravan, she caught the scents, and realized just who was trespassing. As she ran cantered towards the group, she met up with a few of her guard, who were only to happy to occumpany her. She found four or five of the equines in a small herd, heading straight for the herd. She let out a low warning whinney from behind the other equines, and watched as the small herd spun around to face the blue-gray fae, flanked on both sides with 2 equines.
She was slightly surprised when she saw Nocte step forward from the group, but nothing on her face could say that she knew who he was. In her eyes, right now, he was an enemy. He approached, standing tall, and still towering over the 14.3 hand femme. She glared at him, though occasionally turned the glare on to his small herd, before almost immediantly letting it return to him. She had heard a few moons ago, that he had gained control of the herd. Her herd has been expecting an invasion for a while now.
He grinned smugly, ”Can I help you, wench?” He said coolly. He chocked his head slightly to the side, as he studied her, and it didn’t take long for him to recognize her. It was the subtle recognitition that echoed across his eyes, that was only their for a mere second, that alerted her of it.
She sneered at him, ”This, stag, is Lunar Herd Territory. You should be aware of this, the moment you crossed the border. You have no reason to be here.” she said coldly, the equines at her side nodding in agreement. But her action of fierceness was only met with his cocky smirk.
Oh how much she wanted to lash out, tear that smirk from his façade, wipe it completely off, and watch him fall from her own hoof. Wouldn’t that be a sight! ”Ah really? You don’t say? Lunar Herd Territory? You hear that, m’boys. This little wench thinks she can defend this land.” He taunter her in front of both his and her warriors.
Immediantly, her right had horse, Zebulo, stepped forward. The chestnut horse stood protectively at her side, and glared at Nocte. ”I’d advise you not mess with Caela, or you will pay, stallion.” Zebulo said coldly.
Nocte looked surprised, before nodding to Zebulo, ”I apologize. Next time I speak out of turn to your mate, I’ll make sure to ask your permission first.” He said coldly, his tone mocking.
Caela blushed, looking down at the ground between her hooves, as Zebulo moved forward, ”She isn’t my mate! She is my step sister.” He sneered angrily.
Caelum looked up in time to catch, to her surprised, appeared to be relief cross over Nocte’s façade. But when she looked up at Zebulo, it appeared that she was the only one to have noticed it. She turned her attention back to Nocte and said coolly to him, ”You, and your… guard… may take your leave now.” She once again was letting him off the hook, with out taking the problem to her father, but she also noticed that not only was her herd unsurprised by this, but seemed to be almost expecting such a reaction from the young fae.
Nocte met her gaze, a smirk on his maw, ”As you wish, seetheart. We’ll meet again.” This time, rather then nuzzle her cheek, as Nocte turned around, he flicked her chest slightly with his tail, before running off, with his guards close behind him.
As Caela went to leave, her own guard seemed to quickly disperce. But Zebulo turned to her, a hard look in his calm black eyes, ”Caelum, how do you know Nocte?” He asked her, his tone one of concern and care, but she noticed an aggravated undertone that wanted to emerge.
Caela looked and her brother, then said softly, ”I… uh… met him one night. He was, according to him, trying to find a place to gaze at the stars…” She blushed, remembering his exact words. ”On our lands, that is. I approached him, and told him to leave.” She said, leaving out most of everything that actually happened during there meeting.
Her brother was not tricked by her antics. His gaze was fierce, as Zebulo spoke to her ”What else?” His tone was demanding, and the blue-gray mare tossed back her white tresses with annoyance.
She answered, her tone clipped, ”Nothing happened, brother.” She told him, earnestly and a little upset for his distrust in her.
Zebulo nodded, and locked down at his step sister with a sigh. He nuzzled her cheek before saying, ”Let’s go get you back to your parents. You look worn out, Cae.”He said softly, his eys worried. She smiled at the nickname he used.
Caela was about to agree, when she turned around for a second, and to her surprise, caught Nocte watching her with great intensity. His eyes seemed to plead with her to approach him. She narrowed her eyes in confusion, and looked up at Zebulo, who was watching her curiousily. ”Actually, I think I need to go focus my mind a little. I’m going to go explore for a while. See you back home, before long…”
Zebulo smiled, and nodded to her. He understood her, in a degree, more than others, and knew that exploring was her release. Caela felt a little bad for deceiving him, as she watched him walk away. As soon as she could no longer see his retreating figure, before heading in the direction that she had seen Nocte in. She trotted, her eyes grazing along the vegetation, searching for the black horse.
A slight rustle in the brush behind her, caught the roan’s attention, and she spun around, whipping her white tresses from her brown eyes, to see Nocte cantering towards her, a cocky grin on his face. She jumped at the sight of him, and her eyes grew wide as he approached to quickly, running into her, causing both equines to tumble to the ground. She squeaked as she fell, and he let out a noise of surprise, their legs intertangled. Then suddenly he grinned, and reached over to nuzzle her, as he pulled himself up. Once he was looking down at her, he grinned, ”Hey, sweetheart.” He greeted brightly, as she struggled to pull her own self right. She found herself at an odd disadvantage, as her belly was exposed in the position she had fallen into. Seeing her struggle, he laughed and pulled himself away from her to give her more room, his head tilting to it’s side slightly. His eyes sparkled mischievously, causing the emerald green color to positively dance.
Caela snorted to herself, as she pulled herself off of the ground, and settled herself into a more comfortable postion, legs folded beneath her, and curled up upon the grass floor. Her eyes fell upon Nocte, ”What are you doing here? I thought I told you to leave?”[/I She said, simply.
Nocte seemed to whimper slightly, as he trotted forward to nuzzle her shoulder, ”Is it so wrong to just want to see you?” He asked. Caela snarled, and turned herself away from him, when he nuzzled. She arose, and pulled herself out of his reach, before once again laying down. But as she moved farther away, she watched the proud arch in his neck disinigrate, and his head fall, his eyes filled with sadness. She was caught by surprise, when a pang rushed over her heart, seeing him like this. But she refused to cheer him up, she didn’t want to be near him.
It was because of him and his family/herd that her own herd had such a hard time surviving of the late. In her latest years, more of her herd’s land was being taking by the Dead Moon Herd, and mares were beginning to go missing, later found to be slaves of Dead Moon Herd. And she dispised him for this.
Nocte started whine, again, ”Why don’t you like me, Caelum?” He asked, sounding more like a foal then a grown horse. He got up, pulling himself once more into a standing position. His head tilted slightly, observing her, his heart seemed to shimmer in his breathtaking green eyes. And lost in breath, Caela did become.
She forced her gaze away, ”I don’t like you because we are supposed to be enemies!” She snapped, glaring darkly, just past the black horse in front of her. She hadn’t notice her words ‘supposed to be,’ hinting that she found him as anything but an enemy.
Suddenly a loud ruckus was here, and a large bay horse ran into the clearing, his large Clydesdale form striking against the green of the forest. He stopped, obviousily startled when he saw Nocte standing near a blue roan fae, who lay closer then most seemed to. The bay horse suddenly whinnied angrily as he recognized the female. Caela shook back her white tresses, and rose into a defensive position, her ears flickering back. But suddenly Nocte was pushing himself in front of her, blocking her from the bay horse. She startled, relazing he was protecting her, and watched as the bay horse glared at Nocte. But she relaxed slightly, feeling oddly safe with Nocte. He continued to attempt to glare around Nocte at Caela. Caela peered at the bay, from over Nocte’s back, and realized that the large horse, was bigger than Nocte. And immediantly, she cowered, reacting to her almost ‘fear’ of larger beasts.
Nocte saw her, and shifted back slightly, to look at her. He nuzzle her cheek slightly, smirking to himself when she didn’t try to move away from him. Then he turned back to the bay horse. Caela heard his slightly angry voice leak out. ”What do you need, Rustle.” He asked.
The bay horse glared at the blue-gray mare, and a snarl was heard in his undertone, distinctly meant for her to hear. ”Just wanted to see why you hadn’t kept up with us, Nox. But I think I see it now.” He said, smirking slightly.
Nocte snarled, ”Leave now, Rustle. I’ll deal with you later.” He said acidly.
Rustle suddenly looked down, and gave Nocte dominance, as he nodded. Keeping his head down, and not turning his back, he stepped backwards. Caela could hear when he finally turned around, and ran off. The fae sighed with relief, and Nocte immediantly turned his attention back towards her. He nuzzled her softly, but didn’t say anything when she turned her head away from. He seemed to have it stuck in his head, that he believed that she would come around eventually. He sighed, and watched her with concerned eyes.
”What’s wrong, Caela?” He asked her softly. Caela looked up at him, and said nothing. He took a step closer, and watched as she in turned took a step back. He looked at her, and spoke so softly, that it broke down her resolve not to speak. ”Cae…”
Hearing the nickname come from him, she looked up, then sighed, ”I just hate it when… everyone seems to tower over me. It makes me… feel weak. And, well, he was… extremely tall.” She mumbled, softly, feeling pathetic. She watched as something bloomed in Nocte’s eyes, that looked remarkably, suspiciousily, like warmth and love. He walked towards her, and gently lay his head over her shoulders, in a horse version of a hug.
She was touched by the act, and his voice was soft when he spoke to her. ”Don’t worry about it, sweetheart, my dear Caela.” He said softly. He’d never hurt you while I’m here.” She shivered, ’But what about the next time… when you are not here.’ She thought, though she refused to voice this worry. It would sound like she really wanted to be near him, and she wasn’t sure if she was ready to admit this.
Nocte sighed softly, as a commanding, and inquiring equine shriek echoed threw the lands, ”I must go now, My dear Caelum. But promise me this.” He paused making sure he had her complete attention, his green eyes sincere, he finished, ”We will meet again.” He begged her.
She didn’t know what it was that compelled her to agree, but so she did, ”I promise.” She agreed, quietly. Then just before he left, he nuzzled her, and nipped her shoulder softly, and as he turned, he disappeared into the night, being swallowed up by the shadows of the forest. Caela sighed, as she began the walk back to the camp.
Rustle and his brother, a dark brown horse named ‘Darkened’ watched as Nocte left the small, blue gray mare alone, and she began to walk away. The two equines nodded to each other, and began to stalk after. They ambushed her quickly, catching her off guard, and with a solid thump of their forms crashing into her, she fell, them heavy atop her, causing her to lose consciousness. And the two grinned, rather maniacly. They pushed, pulled, and prodded her, heading towards a hidden area that they knew neither Nocte nor her herd would be able to find her in. They had her… their bargaining chip. Now nothing would stop them form gaining control of the whole valley.
Caela whimpered, as she woke, feeling stiff. She attempted to stand, and figure out where she was, but before she could even take a step, she fell back to the ground, being stopped by something connected around each hoof. Looking down, she found a twine rope like object tied around each hoof, the other ends connected to a large rope around a tree. The fae didn’t even want to contemplate were her captors had gotten such supplies. She whinced, as she tested the strength of the ropes, causing the twine to dig into the sinsitve skin above each hoof. Her brown eyes widened with fear, as she lay on the ground, complete un protected, as two horses walked into the clearing. She was caught by surprise, seeing Rustle walk in, followed by another, slightly smaller, brown horse. She cowered as the two horses walked forward, and she prayed, silently, for someone to come for her.
Rustle laughed darky, as the other horse smirked, sneering at her. She tried to move away, as the smaller horse walked forward, lowering his head down to his level, his wild, crazy black eyes danced as he spoke, ”I’m gonna have fun with you tonight, love.” She pulled herself back in fear, as the black horse laughed, and returned to Rustle. Caela couldn’t help but shake in fear. She was at the mercy of two males, and she couldn’t see herself getting out on her own. The thought was not… pleasant.
Then she heard a noise that felt like heaven, that alerted her that everything might jut be okay soon. ”Where is she?!” A low, and almost deadly snarl was heard. Caela whimpered as the dark brown horse lunged at her, standing over her, trapping her beneath him. His teeth at her throat in a warning snarl. She stayed silent, knowing that if she was to even so much as gasp, she’d probably be punished for it.
She felt the tears leak from her browne yes, as she prayed for Nocte to locate the clearing and come to her rescue. He had to come. If he didn’t… she wouldn’t think of it. His voice was heard closer this time, as it leaked over her, calmling her slightly, ”Rustle, so help me. If I don’t find her soon… you and your brother with pay. Where. Is. Caelum?” She heard Nocte demand, she felt the brown horse above rake his teeth down her back, warning her not to say anything. But the antic had the opposite effect, and as his teeth carved out slashed on her hide, a shriek filled with pain filled the air.
And this only surved to fuel Nocte’s anger, ”I hear her, damn it! If you don’t let me see her now… I will kill you!” Nocte snarled, and suddenly with a loud crashing sound, the black horse burst into the clearing. His ears fell back, meshing into his black mane, and is nares flared as his eyes fell upon the two stallions in the clearing. The stallion above her moved away, and as Caela shifted, she whimpered with the pain in her back. Nocte’s eyes fell on her, then her back, and then onto the brown horses blood covered maw. His eyes darkened, and he sneered at the brown horse, ”Darkened… Should have know you would be here.” He snarled, and suddenly he and Darkened jumped at one another. The sound could be heard, as Caela ignored the pain in her back, and curled up, squeezing her eyes shut.
She uncovered her eyes only once, to see that Nocte was now fighting the other stallion, Rustle, now. Darkened lay on the ground, his eye cold, and lifless, glared at the sky. He was dead, she realized, as she watched the red liquid drain from the large chunk that was missing just below the part where his skull met his neck. The liquid seeped into the earth, dying the grass crimson, and she curled herself up tighter, unable to stare at the scene, even as her ears picked up the sound sof Nocte fighting. She prayed silently, hoping and waiting for him to save her.
Finally the sound of the fight dulled, and then ceased. Then she heard the sound of hooves walking towards her, a dull thud againt the grass. She cringed away when she felt someone nuzzle her, ”Caela, sweetheart?” Nocte asked softly. Caela turned and looked up at Nightling, Relief flashing in her eyes. The large stallion lay down next to her, and began to clean the wounds on her back. Caela sighed softly, lowering her head to the ground, and closed her eyes slightly, as she angled her head more toward shim so that he would be the first thing she would see. And with her eyes closed, she let him help her.
When he finished with her wounds, he licked her cheek, and nuzzled her should, ”Are you you alright love?” He asked her softly. Caela nodded, and shifted her weight so she could lean against him. He smiled to himself, as he lowered his head, so it draped over her narrow, delicate shoulders, and reached so to reach her curled hooves, and tear threw the twin around each hoof. It didn’t take long for her to be completely free. She took comfort in the calming fact that he was there. Her eyes fell close again, and she slowly fell asleep, confident in her knowledge that she was safe, always, in Nocte’s presence.
She didn’t know when Nocte had fallen asleep, all she was aware of, was being startled awake when Nocte suddenly moved from her, to stand protectively infront/half over her. She watched with surprise as as Nocte, now fully awake, glared at her brother and father, as they stepped into the clearing. They looked from her, to Nocte, and her father suddenly snarled, his loud voice, coming out commanding, ”What do you think you are doing, stag? Give my daughter over to me, now!” Her father commanded. When Caela pressed herself closer to Nocte, her father glared more harshly, before suddenly storming away. Zebulo was close to follow, and slowly Nocte’s guard dropped, and he lay down next to her again, even as he kept a close visiual on the area around them.
Caela’s tone was almost dejected as she nuzzled against him, ”Nocte… what are we going to do? My father will never let there be an us!” She said softly, sorrow coloring her tone.
Nocte looked at her, and sighed softly, ”Run away with me, Caela. We can go elsewhere. Start our own herd. I can’t live with out you, Caela. So please, at least answer this now, will you be mine? My mate?” He asked, his tone hopeful.
Caela smiled, as she nodded, her brown eyes sparkling, ”You would really have to ask such a thing? Of course, Nocte… I will,” She promised, and laughed at the whinney of joy he let out. And then she took a more serious not, ”but love, you should know… My sweet Nocte, my dearest darling, my desire to be with you is inerasable. I would follow you to the ends of the world, if I must. So of course I’d run away with you. I will run away with you. Any time, love. To anywhere. I’ll go.” she promised to him.
Nocte smiled, ”Meet me here, tomorrow night, my beloved, and we will make our escape. You… and me.” He promised her.
”Caelum!” She heard her father call. Caela nodded, and stood, Nocte rising with her.
”’til tomorrow, love.” She whispered, as she pressed against his form. He nuzzled her, smiling with delight as he caught his scent upon her own form. Her father wouldn’t be pleased, but it put his own heart at rest. Now, any other male would know she was claimed. That she was… his.
He let her go, gently flicking his banner against her side, and chest as he raced past her, being eated, quickly, by the darkness.
Caela was horrified, as her father put a guard on her, not permitting her to go anywhere, for anything. She was suppose to meet Nocte that night. But how was she to do that when she wasn’t even able to escape from her father’s all powerful rule. She cried, as she waited to be released.
The day after she was supposed to meet Nocte, she was released, and she immediantly cantered to the clearing, and found the spot beneath the tree, where Nocte had waited. But his scent was old. Telling her that he had already gone, long ago. She lifted her tiara to the heavens, and a heart breaking whinney left her maw, full of sadness, longing, disbelief and pain. How could her father do this… to her?
No one saw, nor heard from Nocte, and Caela was left feeling quilty and pained. She was heart broken, blaming it all on herself. She thought that if she had found away to escape, she still could meet with Nocte, and be with him. But she knew, deep in her heart that this was impossible. He was gone.
Regardless, she decided to go on her own, hoping she might atleast see him and explain what happened. But she no longer cared about her own life. No longer was she the same bright, cheerful, dominant fae. She was changed. Scared, lonely… dead. Or as close to dead as she can be. She didn’t want to be any anymore… Caelum, just wanted… it all to be over… The pain to be gone.
And this is were our story stops, leaving Caelum in new lands, unsure of where the story will go on from here.
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Your Name: Dyzzie-doll <3
[taken out as it can be found in Maylea's profile]
RP Example:
There was something magical in the way that one can be so close, so tender to another. How one can forget all their troubles, even if just in the protection of the arms of the one the love. There was no better feeling of protection, than the gentle caresses of a lover, the whispers of gentle words; the promises of the days to come, and the love they’d be filled with. But, that didn’t mean either were exactly vocal about the feelings. No, not a single word of it has yet been spoken. Not unless you counted the softly uttered ‘you’re beautiful.’ And yet, even with so few advances, there was something magical between them. Something that made Caelum anticipate when ever she would get to spend more time with the stallion she so heavily leaned on. Around him, she found a comfort, a sense of belonging. She forgot about her pains, because he made it possible. Just as he was slowly healing her heart of past aches, reminding her that she’s important and worthwhile, reminding her that she belongs, that she’s needed. To him, she is perfect. I don’t think I could go back now, go back to a time before Calico. He’s become to much a part of me, and I love that about him, how he’s so capable of turning my fears and insecurities off. It’s been so long since I felt like myself, and he’s beginning to slowly turn me back into the mare I was, long ago, before I’d fallen apart at the hands of my father. But, I’m glad that happened, for it led me to that cliff, for Calico to save me.[/size]
I’m not sure I would be able to move through the days as well, with out him close by. His being here by my side, my constant support system, he helped make it possible, and with every day that passes I’m slowly finding a stronger ground to stand upon. I am truly beginning to be a Queen he can proudly have by his side . . . even if not in that exact lighting that she sometimes imagined. There was just something about him, the way he smiled seemed to bring life into my word, his gentle touches helped me center myself, and I longed for those softly whispered words. Not that I could truly ever speak upon it. Why would he ever want the affections of someone like me? Not when he had Athena’s memory still. And there’s no way one can replace a past love . . . and yet, what does that mean for me, with Calico replacing Nocte in my own heart. And it was true, with each day, she was forgetting Nocte, replacing him, joining Calico to the finely woven threads of her heart. She couldn’t help but just stay close. She no longer found suicide as the option out, not wanting to lose time with Calico. She wanted to remain close to him, needed to feel him beside her, needed to know that he was there, that he was needed by her. With out him, she was empty again, with out him she had no purpose . . . but with him, she was strongly anchored to the world. With him she was happy.
She closed her eyes, comfortable, cuddling closer against him, feeling protected and safe with his body completely surrounding hers. His head fell against her shoulder, before sliding down, his forehead soon falling parallel with her limb, laying atop it. She watched the salt and pepper effect that occurred at the mixing of their mane and tails, his darker, black threads mixing with her lighter, white tendrils. There was a slight pressure to her side, the closest to a hug that could be formed in their current position, in response to her words. She glanced down at him, as he spoke, laying her head close to his own, needing the close feelings,Caela, if I hadn’t of saved you at the waterfall, I haven’t the slightest idea where I would be… I need you here with me…The words made her heart jump slightly, and she couldn’t help but smile at them, closing her eyes, repeating the words in her head. I need you here with me… She looked at him, as she spoke her own words, gently so, “I’ll always be here, Calico. Only if you sent me away yourself would I be willing to leave . . . you won’t be getting rid of me easily.” Because she would never be willing to leave him, to leave the salvation and comfort he strongly offered her. He’d never be able to get rid of her unless it was he who sent her away. Because only he can truly tell her she’s no longer wanted, only he could say those words and have her believe them.It’s getting late, we should sleep… and tomorrow. We can go for a walk. Wherever you want, tomorrow is your day.She couldn’t help but smile, again, as she let herself relax, accepting the idea. She was growing tired, yawning as she leaned closer to him, I think I might love you . . . Not that I could ever verbally state those words. I could only state them in my head, I could only ever state that sort of thing in my head, for fear of rejection should I do so otherwise. And I couldn’t handle rejection, not from him, not in the slightest. I closed my eyes, as I felt myself start to drift off, my thoughts returning to him, though I wasn’t aware that this time I was speaking aloud. And she couldn't stop as her words came alive, saying the only thing she could as she fell asleep. “I need you too, Calico; you’re the only reason I’ve managed to survive this long. I have absolutely no idea where I’d be with out you . . . I have no idea what I’d do with out you. You’re the perfection I strive for . . . you’re the only one I can ever be myself around . . .” The last sentence was whispered, as she closed her eyes and fell asleep, curled up close against him. And – as was usual when she was with him; she felt protected, cared for, and it made her sleep all that much easier.
