` i can be a C H I N A doll [Wicked]

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H A I K U

The cold bit into her fiercely, her fur did little to prevent the harsh strong wind from whipping her flesh without mercy. The land that lay endlessly before her was empty and open, a reflection of her own heart maybe? The earth was bathed in snow for as far as the eye could see and this unnerved the delicate filly. She snorted loudly, the breath billowing out into the icy morning air visibly, why was it so quiet, so lonely? It seemed that no matter where she went she was alone, everyone else had turned their back on the fiery three year old. She hadn't played along like a good little girl should, and so they disposed of her, like you'd rid your property of rats. Her electric blue eyes narrowed with malice, and she flicked her flaxen tail a little faster and harder than before.

With every step she took, it became harder to walk for the snow seemed to numb all feeling in her lower limbs. Her sleek fur wasn't used to such conditions, and the beautiful jezebel regretted even stepping into these lands. Perhaps she should have stayed south like the old paint hag had advised? Well it was too late to dwell on past mistakes now, she was here and there was no turning back. Slender narrow Arabian legs plunged deep into the white powder, feminine shoulders struggled to pull the lithe body forward. Had it not been for her Mustang bloodlines, Haiku didn't doubt she would floundered and fallen long ago. This silent desolation reminded her hauntingly of her past, when she had been a mere yearling. Those terrible few months when she had tried to put on a brave, insolent front on when inside she was crumbling with fear and uncertainty. Although Haiku certainly didn't need anyone, she hadn't been used to spending long periods of time alone with no guidance or companionship. Well, stuff them. I don't need those bastards. I don't need anybody.

It was at that point that the beauty realised that straight ahead a strange sight rose before her. All around there were curious foreign objects, decaying material that was tied to tall poles and the ground was scattered with even weirder tools, the snow however had covered most of the area and everything in it. It seemed like a .. camp of some sort, a hint of smoke tainted the air and an echo of a lost civilization hung mournfully. Haiku's eyes rolled fearfully, whatever had once been here was not something to be trusted and no way was she about to hang around. The smokey-hued femmora took several steps backwards, her head held high and taught.

TAGGED // Haiku | Arab x Spanish Mustang | unclaimed | three | 15 hands | mare
WORDS // 447
NOTES // such a bad post, but i always suck at starting them! next one will be so much better, no worries XP
RESERVED // Nzukii && Wicked ^^

[Wicked Sama]

[atrb=width,550,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=000000] The world had fallen head first into a snowy abyss, where every day was a white one, frozen and icy. There was a sharp, biting wind that could keep you awake at night, and Nzukii knew that this night would be one of them. His ebony overo coat was thick, with long winter hairs that rippled as the wind blew across his frame. Ebonite flints crunched through the frozen grass, and his long, tangled whipcord waved violently in the wind. The young king was on his way home, and wasn't exactly pleased with himself. He'd made the pilgrimage to The Meadow in the North all the way from his oceanfront herd in the West, and had come up empty handed. Not many mares were out during this time of the year, as many took shelter within herds during the long, cold winter months. So here he was, on his way home, with his eyes narrowed and his ears pinned against the cold. Pillars carried the stallion without hesitation through the lands, and he knew that going through the old two-leg village would make his trip a whole lot shorter. Nzukii hadn't ever gone straight through the village, but he didn't let it bother him. The old huts and tattered hides that billowed from their peaks rose in the distance, and Nzu only slowed slightly before entering their domain. The humans were long gone, but many of the skeletons of their past remained behind. Broken clay pots and bowls were scattered in the snow, only peeking up through the white substance. Nzu cast his eyes wearily around, but felt foolish after a moment, and roughly snorted his doubts away. It was as this moment that he lifted his eyes and caught sight of the creamy mare that stood before him. She had pulled back roughly, as though frightened by something. Nzukii stopped himself, narrowing his eyes to see her better in the falling snow. Another snort fell from his nares. Dark eyes watche dthe mare silently; he wasn't one for words. -------------------------------------- nzukii . four . black overo . 14.1 hh . stallion ooc: rough start, but i got the hang of my post finally. hard to write with a sister chattering to you. lol

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H A I K U

The billowing icy wind that buffeted its way through the abandoned camp did little to calm her nerves, and she couldn't help but rein her arched crest in a little. The champagne-hued mare swung her dished dial from left to right in a silent observation of the ivory wasteland. So far, Haiku deemed the area to be clear of danger however there was a silent eeriness that hung like a threat in the air. She knew it could take twice as long to take the hard trip around the village through thickening snow. At least she wouldn't get lost whilst travelling through the empty campsite. Her mind told her to carry straight on through, yet her instincts screamed at her to turn tail and run from what had once been home to the greatest threat known to equines. Well that was what she had been told anyway.

For several minutes, the flaxen-maned jezebel stood shivering in the arctic conditions letting the first few snowflakes lay gently upon her light thin pelt. Get over yourself, are you a horse or a hare? Taking a deep shaky breath Haiku stepped forward into the whirling snow.

Every muscle and nerve in her body was as tense as a coiled rattle-snake, her slender ears straining in every direction. Suddenly a dark form appeared before her, the flying snow had previously blocked it from her vision. Snorting loudly and drawing herself to a sharp halt, Haiku squinted hard. It seemed that a small stallion stood before, ebony and alabaster with strong hindquarters and defining muscles. He was a handsome fellow, she couldn't deny him that but it occurred to her immediately as to what exactly he was doing out here? Was it simply coincidence that she should meet a stallion on a blustery morning, in the middle of nowhere? Piercing impulsive thoughts of being stalked by an unknown paint demon flashed like exploding bombs inside her brain. No. Not everybody is Abaddon, not everyone is going to hurt you Haiku..

All the same, no way was she about to go bounding up to the stranger. Instead the pair of them simply stared at each other, the gale whistled in her ear and scraped at her sides and yet she had no plans to move. Did he think she was going to rush up to him pleasantly, that or turn tail and flee. Well, Hai had no such thing in mind that was for sure. Despite her tendency to say very little, the young mare had a hard-head on her slender shoulders with a fiery bitter tongue. Quiet; maybe. Weak; never. Narrowing her bright eyes, she slapped her tail sharply, tossing her head slightly in a clear warning for the stallion to either move aside or carry on without any trouble. Cautiously, Haiku took two steps forward.. no way was she going to hang around in this weather any longer.


TAGGED // Haiku | Arab x Spanish Mustang | unclaimed | three | 15 hands | mare
WORDS // 484
NOTES // ok, i lied. This one is still really small and bad XP ah well, it is hard to get shizzle done with your mum whinging at you to do homework! I KNOW HOW YOU FEEL.
RESERVED // Nzukii && Wicked ^^

[Wicked Sama]

[atrb=width,550,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=000000] Nzukii watched the femora before him with steady, unwavering eyes. She stared right back. Neither of them spoke. His head tilted to one side slowly, studying the way she stood, and then the way her whipcord flashed against her flanks. Her head rolled, a clear warning. This brought a smile to Nzukii's lips. If she wanted to pass him, she could easily go around. The mare took two tentative steps forward, and Nzu stood his ground. He cocked a hind hoof, settling his hooves deep into the gathering snow. Still she said nothing; still he said nothing. They stood in silence, the wind whipping around them. Was she from here? Nzu let his eyes scan her creamy hide. From what he could see, she looked healthy, unscarred. Despite Nzukii's height, he was also healthy and fit. He had a twin brother, and during the long, cold winter before their birth, their dam had been unable to retain all the nutrients necessary for two growing colts inside her. They'd been unhealthy at birth, weak and lethargic. But they both had lived, and the only reminder of those days were the short statures that both stallions had. Nzukii had hated being small his entire life. As a colt, he blamed his dam for it. But now he knew that she had done her best to care for them. At least they were both still alive. The mare didn't speak, didn't move. Nzukii didn't speak, but he did let a sigh fall casually from his nares, ebony whipcord shifting in the wind. His dark eyes narrowed slightly as he observed the mare. WHat was going on inside her head? Most femmes were quick to speak to Nzukii, chattering on and on, their voices falling upon deaf ears. But this one said nothing. How strange. -------------------------------------- ooc: silent treatment! ahahaha nzukii . four . black overo . 14.1 hh . stallion

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H A I K U

She lacked his confidence, quite clearly. On the other hand, everything about the tall, dainty jezebel oozed infinite grace and statuesque elegance however you could clearly see the waver in her timid step, the way her eyes failed to meet his and her acoustics flattened against her beautiful skull in acridity. Ice blue eyes stuck to the uneven white snow as she moved slowly and silently across the divide, watching where she walked suspiciously. She couldn't help the prickle of unease that slithered down her spine in an unpleasant, disturbing manner, no equine was supposed to be in a place like this. It felt unnatural and eerie, it made her spine shudder in a silent protest. When she had closed the gap between them by about four metres, Haiku dared to flick her fierce eyes upon the gaze of the other stallion.

She was met with a stare of curiosity, questions that danced like fire in his round eyes. The hellion had cocked his hoof, and the champagne-hued mare felt a sharp twinge of irritation. Haiku narrowed her eyes ever so slightly, but continued on with her head held high. Although she wasn't as physically strong as the young stallion, Haiku failed to feel intimidated by the paint though she doubted that was his intention. Most stallions would have approached her by now, yet this one seemed content to simply stand watch. How odd? Then again, she wasn't going to complain. To be honest Haiku was thankful that he hadn't attempted to strike up a conversation with her, and she relaxed an inch. The male obviously had a sense of respect for personal space and the gift of silence.

It happened when the fifteen hand mare was completely level with the black and white stud. The thick powdery snow had thinned slightly on a certain patch of earth where a small pool of water had collected from previous rainfalls, it had then iced over due to the sub-zero temperatures. Now had it not have snowed again, there wouldn't have been a problem whatsoever, no. However the weather had decided otherwise and so the heavens had let the ivory flakes fall from the sky, dangerously concealing the slippery ice beneath. It took one of her dainty wet hooves to slip across the perilous glaze for her to lose balance almost completely. The creamy fae snorted loudly in distress as her forelimbs skidded forward rapidly, her hind legs scrabbling desperately to regain composure. She failed.

Before Haiku could do anything else, she tumbled downwards onto her knees and slid across the precarious ice and snow. Pieces of hardened jagged clay that had been scattered hidden in the snow sliced the mare's flesh bitterly, causing painful lacerations in her front pillars. Haiku skidded to a halt, before her hindquarters too slumped beneath her. She snorted once more, rolling her eyes back in shock and pain from the freezing cold, impact of the ice and the cuts on her limbs. Quickly, the equine heaved herself upwards, desperate to terminate the horrific hot burning embarrassment in her cheeks and ears. Oh, nice one Haiku, brilliant. Her bleeding front legs staggered up from beneath her in a despairing attempt to stand.

TAGGED // Haiku | Arab x Spanish Mustang | unclaimed | three | 15 hands | mare
WORDS // 535
NOTES // awh i feel so sorry for her, her pride has been knocked terribly. This is like her absolute worst nightmare!
RESERVED // Nzukii && Wicked ^^

[Wicked Sama]

[atrb=width,550,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=000000] Nzu watched the mare with wry interest as she held her noble head high. He chuckled to himself; what a snob she seemed like. Suddenly, the femora was sliding forward on unseen ice, her hooves slipping without traction on the slippery surface. It startled Nzuki, who got himself out of the way, his hindquarters rounding beneath him as he swung his body out of the way of her sprawling limbs. The moment he did, her creamy knees buckled and hit the ice, her hindquarters following soon after. Her composure was broken; shattered. Nzukii would have laughed; was about to laugh. But her face made him bite his tongue, and he was glad for it when he saw the crimson bleeding through the creamy hairs on her knees as she righted herself. Nzu stepped back, out of her way. More than her pride had been hurt. A biting winter wind stung his eyes and caused a shiver to cross his painted pelt as he watched the mare. She just stood there, looking broken and humiliated. The snow was thoroughly disturbed at her hooves, as if she'd been trying to make a snow print of herself. Nzu chuckled despite himself at the mental image this conjured, of her sprawled out on her side, moving her legs in mock movement. Of course, the femora could not see what he was seeing, and most likely would assume he was laughing at her...which he was, but not in the way one would suspect. The young czar sighed, composing his mask once more. "Perhaps you should try to avoid the ice?" he asked very nonchalantly, as though really trying to offer her helpful advice. He had broken his own silence, but she had broken the ice...possibly even literally. Dark eyes moved to observe her forelegs. They were really bleeding, and it looked raw, cold and painful. Nzu flicked his long tail, his eyes sliding towards hers. "You're hurt." No shit Sherlock. Perhaps you should try to help her? Nzukii, recently growing into his new status, still wasn't accustomed to helping and caring for others. He seemed rather lacking in the social etiquette department. -------------------------------------- ooc: aww, i feel so bad for poor haiku D: i want to love her now <3 -huggles pony- nzukii . four . black overo . 14.1 hh . stallion

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H A I K U

There was a bitterness in her mouth and her heart beat just a little too fast. For a moment, as she managed to stand, Haiku pondered on whether to act like nothing had happened or not. That was what she usually did, to be honest, that was how the fae dealt with life itself. She ignored all the pain and the suffering, she kept up a detailed elaborate pretense that everything was fine, that her life was perfect and she couldn't be happier or more content. Sometimes Haiku even pretended she was loved by someone. Just sometimes. He was a tall handsome stallion, usually chestnut with the most beautiful golden eyes. Haiku had fantasized that she was travelling to meet him after years of separation, that they had been ripped apart by some kind of evil and finally they were to reunite. It kept her spirit strong, it was the reason she put one hoof in front of the other.. and then she remembered.

She always remembered. No matter how hard she concentrated on the good, the bad consistently plagued her mind till the facade and the fantasy disappeared and she was left with nothing. Again. Nothing but the cold bitter wind and it hurt, so she shut herself off again to the solitude of it all. Haiku would starve herself until she could take no more, till her bones protruded in an ugly display of devastation, depression and hopelessness. It often took many months for her to return to a 'normal' body state, like now, but the scars of her depression could been seen, if you looked deep into her eyes. 'The windows to your soul' people said , maybe they were right. So, as the champagne-hued mare swallowed and glanced falteringly at the male, she experienced a flicker of desire to actually break from the mold and speak.

While she stood regaining her balance, calm nonchalant lyrics carried to Haiku's acoustics. A spark of irritation lashed at her soul and suddenly she turned her head and neck to face him. Her blue eyes burned with a confrontational cold fire, her whole body language changed immediately. Her auds lay flat against her skull, "Perhaps you should have warned me it was there"Her voice didn't waver, it was quiet but it certainly didn't display any weakness. It was firm, and strong despite not having been exercised in so long. It did indeed feel odd talking again, very odd. Snorting in indignation, Haiku shook herself and stepped forward. She didn't really plan on hanging around with this smart-ass any longer. As she did so, a powerfully sharp pain rattled up from her knees. They had obviously been bruised as well as slit open and the pain began to increase as she moved.

The paint spoke again, with a little less sarcasm this time, or what she thought had been sarcasm. Haiku was forced to halt because of the agony, though she didn't wince or whinge. Glancing over her shoulder at him, the creamy fae raised an eyebrow at him. "We all get hurt at some point in this meaningless, overrated, awful life." She didn't exactly know what made her say that but Haiku didn't really think about what she said or did anymore. What did she have to lose? What did she care what this insolent hellion thought of her? Then again, did she want to return to those terrible days of starvation, or the fantasies. Perhaps talking to somebody would change things.. yeah, and maybe I'll become best friends with him and he'll give me a home and a family, pfft.

TAGGED // Haiku | Arab x Spanish Mustang | unclaimed | three | 15 hands | mare
WORDS // 601
NOTES // hehe <3 i decided a change of font ^^
RESERVED // Nzukii && Wicked ^^

[` K e z z]

Sorry to be a pain, bumpeth for da Kezzeh?