PERFECTION and FURY

[Thylacine]

cri;
i can't waste my tears on her
cry, my child, cry

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Wind whistled between the cliffs, nearly drowning out the sound of the constant humming that had kept the setting sun mare company since a few days after birth. Still, the faerie could hear, could reflect, could notice her surroundings. Careful, wench, there's a drop. Duck, mite, here comes a tree. With nary a sound save her buzzing, the palomino stopped, sightless eyes peering about her. She had never seen the colors that so many talk about. She couldn't tell you that her eyes were really the brightest blue, hidden behind the milky white that pushed aside the color. She could "see" things - pictures could easily be painted with sound, if your harks were tuned specifically for that job. And here she was, not far up on a tall mountain where the wind threatened to break the strong trees. Here she grazed. She didn't know anything about the history here - it was just a mountain to the new mare.

Nares flared to catch the scent of another, flutes twitched for the same job. Tail was still for only the suicidal bugs would dare come up this high, to feast perhaps once and then be struck against the rock to have the blood splattered into the wind. No, Cri had nothing to fear.

Cri - the name of the bytch who so many had looked down upon. Sure, she had started innocent enough - a filly whose mother had been forcebred by two legs to create the perfect morgan equine. They had clapped each other on the back, praising their brilliance, until one had noticed the flicka's eyes. They cursed then, slapping her mother about her eyes until she, too, was near blind.

They visited each day, hoping the filly was dead. It was against their code of "honor" to kill any horse unless it was in pain - and Cri, the filly only her mother had named, was like any other filly. She just stumbled a bit more. Strangely, they noticed her a sound emitting from the filly that none other produced. At the same time, her accidents happened less and less. Though they wouldn't kill her, they turned her loose so she would die. She didn't die, but she learned hate.

Her hate was deeper than the fear forced upon her when her mother spoke of two legs. Now she wished them dead, wished all dead. But she wouldn't kill them - no, it would be suicide even to attempt. She left, and the dark palomino was seen no more along that area.

Though she didn't know it, the two legs that had turned her out searched for her. They had told their friends in other places about this strange foal, and many wished to buy her from them. But she was no longer theirs, and they cursed the day they let her go. She cursed the days she spent in fear without doing something to hurt them.

So here she was, where the wind ripped at her sanity. It couldn't grab hold - oh, no, not when her mind was locked behind the iron bars of her own cold heart. The heart that had never loved - probably never could love. The heart that once was innocent, yet her innocence was ripped away. A wild heart fueled by fury, "don't mess with me" written in every curve of her body. Who would dare to climb so high upon the haunted mounted to reach the mare that screamed in the dreams of the idiot two legs?

{status: complete
word count: 591
comments: yes, reused. boo hoo me. And yes, she is neutral - just a fairly dark type of neutral. she'd be dark, but she's not overly bloodthirsty}

[-f u z z a- -]

+++ The wind sang to its hearts desire, playing with her hair and ruffling her earfur. The mare now stood at the top of a small knoll, she hadn't been there for very long, but more recently having appeared. Her golden coat glowed with a resonating light under the brunt of the suns rays, it was slightly embarrasing to be so beautiful and not even know it. For beneath the mask of her bright blue eyes which looked so normal she was in fact very blind. Since birth, you guessed right, born with the failure of sight, never knowing what her mother looked like. She glanced to her right and swiveled her ears to follow, a gentle wind played with her earfur and the femaled shuddered despited her being warm. Earlier in this day she'd been completely alone, all by herself with only the forest to entertain her senses. But now she was accompanied, by another equine, of what gender she'd no clue but that was enough for her. She didn't much care about what they looked like anymore, though in the past she'd fussed more than she needed over what the horse looked like and thought of her. Slightly pathetic but she'd gotten over it, now living a life of peace and solitude. That solitude was broken by the sound of teeth ripping at fresh starts and grinding them to dust. Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust, not that it made any sense thats just what came to mind. Wands twitched atop her risen crown before she genuinly swung her head around to gaze down at the other mare. Nostrils flaring and a hooves squelching into the muddy spot she was in as she tried to gain some information on the other. A mare, averagely aged, not to pretty but not ugly, well informed herself, and blind. Blind by birth it seemed the curse affected not only herself but another. Oh the joy that coursed through her veins she felt like a storybook as her emotions opened foreward and she moved to be closer to her look alike. Heart soaring and blood rushing through her body as bones cracked against joints to shift her figure towards the other mare, excitement shattered the atmosphere like electricity. The sheer idea of not being alone anymore made her stomach do flip flops "hello there! whats your name?". Cheesy much?




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