Some Kind'a Crazy || Aoife

[Xenan]

//Monachus

It wasn't right. Not right. The stallion of pure white paced anxiously, circling the object that had so caught his attention. It doesn't belong here. Eyes of blue and amber remained fixated on the object, distant at the same time. How did it get here? It's not right. No no no. The brute swished his tail in distress, ears twitching, eyes wide. He circled the object just one more time before stopping. Arching his neck, he fidgeted from one forefoot to the other, strange eyes scanning the area. He stood in a field of grass and flowers, and the place was simply driving him crazy. He couldn't see any trees for miles, and yet there lay a broken branch just before him. What was it doing there? It shouldn't be here. Doesn't belong. And if that wasn't bad enough. A daisy caught his eye just then and he peered closely at it, whipping his white tail against his white side once again. "Oh gods.. No." He murmured, not even cohesive to the fact he'd spoken aloud. The little flower had an odd number of petals. It doesn't match. Not right. Muscles quivered over his back before he moved forward, lowering his head to try ever-so-gently to lip at the one petal that didn't belong. But when he pulled back, Monachus could only see three petals. Still an odd number! He tossed his skull in frustration and when he reached down again, this time he ripped the little flower right up from the ground. Not right. Doesn't belong. He snorted when he was through, and then remembered the stick. Turning around, he glowered at it like it had worms crawling all over it. Disgusting. "WHY is this HERE?!" He shouted to no one in particular. Raising his left forelimb, he brought his hoof down on the dead and dry wood, breaking it where it had already been broken. Now the thin branch lay in two pieces. Uneven pieces. Crying out in restlessness, he clenched his eyes shut and lunged away from the sight of it, charging into motion. When he finally opened his eyes, he spotted the river ahead, and pushed onward in its direction. When at last he reached the banks, he skidded to a halt. He thirsted to taste the mineral-enriched liquid flowing at a calm rate passed him and further downstream, but there was another problem. His gaze followed that of the direction of his side of the river, and then that of the other side. No! They weren't parallel. It didn't match. Heart racing, he began to walk along the bank (downstream, because he couldn't walk against the direction of the water's flow). Eyes searched frantically for a spot where it matched, where it was right! He tossed his head again, antsy as ever. Has to be.. right. And then, finally, he found it! A spot where both sides of the riverbanks aligned correctly. Oh thank goodness! Trotting up, his tail lifted up like a white flag of victory, he finally was able to lower his muzzle to the surface and quench his thirst.

OOC: Short, but FUN! xD
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Scarred. That’s what she was now. Scarred and hurt. The shockingly white mare felt dampened in her spirits, damaged just as any raped mare would have been. The shock from events that took place just a few months before had yet to fully wear off. The memory of it all refused to leave her mind, no matter how much the mare tried to wish it away. Yet, at the exact same time, she found it easier than it was for many mares that had gone through what she had. The mare was a fighter, through and through, and the actions of some sadistic, cocky brute weren’t going to change that. No matter what, she would fight on. It would never get rid of the scars though. Several now riddled her body. She didn’t care if it made her ugly, but the deepest ones, the ones on her withers, still stung. And, as she dipped her head down to the waters to try and quench her thirst, the disturbing feeling of the scabs breaking and the wound reopening just the slightest plagued her. It hurt. And it pissed her off.

Aoife threw her head up, away from the water. She backed away from the river a few paces, only to spot another equine across the way. She guessed the sound of the gently flowing liquid had masked their approach, and somehow this set off her boiling temper even more. Normally, the mare wasn’t one to try and pick a fight with another unless they had done something to piss her off. But the very smell of the other, the smell of male, had her on an edge that she had not felt in a while. It’s not like she had trusted others that much to begin with. And, normally, she would head in the other direction or ignore the presence of a stranger. But after what had happened, she didn’t trust to turn her back on another brute like she had before. Lesson learned the hard way. She didn’t trust him. She wanted him gone and to chase him off. But, she didn’t want to get close.

After a few minutes of weighing her options, Aoife still could not make up her mind on what to do. She couldn’t run, for that would put her back to him and put her in a vulnerable position. But would it be smarter to cross the river and start a confrontation? At a loss, the white mare simply huffed in an irritated fashion, turning her side to him and eyed him suspiciously from her spot. After only a few seconds of waiting, and him not getting lost, she couldn’t take it anymore. “Do you have to drink here?" she asked, loud enough for him to hear her loud and clear.

NOTES: XD love him

[Xenan]

//Monachus

Having been completely caught up in his own thoughts and.. irritations, Monachus never even noticed there was a white mare on just the other side of the river from him. After he'd had his fill of water, he didn't bother to lift his head. His gaze was transfixed on the clarity of the liquid and how fresh that meant it was. So clear, in fact, that he could now see many little fish swimming with the current. However, with the current being so tranquil, there were some that could even swim upstream. This irritated him on a level that no one, often not even himself, could ever understand. But it wasn't like he could tell the water-dwellers to swim the correct way. He pinned his ears back and snorted as one fish in particular, a fairly large one that was brown and green, swam close to where he stood as though it were mocking him. As it began to swim in slow circles, his irritation at it grew all the more. And just as he might have jumped into the water after the creature, he heard a voice up on the other side of the river. He jolted, his head whipping up and ears springing forward. "Do you have to drink here? Her tone sounded brazen enough, but when his blue-and-amber eyes traveled over her frame to measure her body language, he couldn't fathom why she was so irritated. And at him no less. In response to her question, he stammered a little. "I, uh.." Monk looked up the river and then down it, but didn't see a single spot nearby that was also parallel. "Well... yes." He said finally, returning his gaze to the mare across the way. His tone was light, and even a little soft, as though he were ashamed of himself. He knew that any normal horse could have strolled up to any part of the river and sipped from its depths, but not him. He was not normal, and never would be.

He sighed and dropped his gaze, thinking that if he bothered her so much, he should just turn around and walk away. He wasn't thirsty anymore anyway. But just as he began to inhale again, the strong and bitter scent of blood was brought to him. Strange eyes immediately traveled over the mare's white form (or at least, the side he could see), taking in her scars, the old and the new. Particularly, there were marks over her hindquarter, though it was the one on her withers that he could see was the most angry-looking. He gasped, as though she'd just sprouted horns. "Oh, you-you're bleeding!" As if she didn't already know. He had a mind to cross the river and help her then, for the area where it was angriest seemed a hard place to reach, and he almost couldn't stand to see the blood now trickling down her shoulder. As though he could feel it himself, his own shoulder twitched, however, the only thing that barred him from actually crossing the way was her expression and the way she was holding herself. He tilted his head now, curious.

OOC: bahah xD
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His reply wasn’t what she had been expecting. "Yes?" What the hell? She had been here first, and it was apparent by her body language and the ice in her voice and eyes that she didn’t want company. She didn’t trust company. Aoife had no idea about his ‘problems’. To her, he was just being an ass and was merely there to irritate her and impose on her personal space. However, the soft and almost gentle tone to his voice contradicted that. For a brief moment, she wondered why he wasn’t acting like the last brute she had come across. Why was he not trying to beat her and break her as the last had done? Pinning her ears back, the white mare came to one conclusion: it must have been a trick. That he thought he could pull one over on her by acting differently, only to strike if she let down her guard for even a split second. It set her on edge even further. She was ready barge over to the other side, bare her teeth, and give him a good nip.

"Oh, you-you're bleeding!"

Wait… what? Her face had began to twist into a snarl, but before such a look could completely come over her, one of surprise took over in it’s place. Delicate neck turned so she could take a look at her still throbbing withers, only to find that blood had began to trickle out and down her shoulders, as the stallion had pointed out. Aoife had felt the pain, but had had no clue that the wounds had reopened enough to bleed. She guessed the stinging sensation masked that of the red liquid dripping down her body. “Oh” she mumbled, her morale weakened a tad at the sight of her marred skin. The white mare may have been angry at the one whom had done this to her in the first place, but she was also angry with herself for letting it happen. She almost felt ashamed that she had been so foolish before. How could she have been so stupid?

Looking back at the stallion across the river, she huffed at him. “Yes, yes I am. Compliments of a cougar” she lied, not being able to face the fact it was actually caused by another horse. She couldn’t let him think she was vulnerable enough to be a victim of his kind. Though, her claim probably wasn’t supported by the evidence. A cougar, after all, would go after the neck, not the shoulders. But still, Aoife clung to hope that maybe this brute was to daft to realize.

NOTES: XD love him

[Xenan]

//Monachus

Monk watched the white mare closely, still unsure why she seemed so aggravated with him. It was pretty clear she didn't seem to want anyone near her, but at least he was on the opposite side of the river. Then, he'd noticed her bleeding, and thoughts of her irritation vanished, replaced by curiosity and sympathy. And something else. It seemed so wrong to see the bright crimson liquid contrasting against her otherwise alabaster coat. He didn't like it, and it bothered him. It needed to be cleaned. The mare's look of surprise went right over his head, as his gaze fixated on her wounds. As she turned to look at them, he hoped that she would commence cleaning it, but she didn't. Only mumbled before announcing that a cougar had given her those wounds. He wasn't entirely sure how he knew, but something just didn't seem right about that statement. Stuck between wanting to cross the river and wanting to respect her space, Monachus began to pace along the bank. He had to make circles, as he still could not walk upstream, but all the while his blue-gold eyes studied the pale mare and her wounds. "Cougar, huh.." It was somewhat of a question, though his tone was still soft and rather distant, as though his thoughts were heavier than what he'd actually said. Which was true.

Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore. Facing the river now dead-on, his gaze wandered over the banks, searching for a spot that would suffice. After a moment he snorted, resolute, turning tail and loping away. But then he rounded in a wide circle to direct himself to the spot he'd found just a few meters upstream. When he was lined up, he charged for it. He needed the distance he'd made to make it, as it was still a bit wide, but he knew he could make it. Monk really didn't want to get wet today. At a swift gallop, he rushed to the water's edge once more, but this time when he reached his side, he shoved off the edge with strong hindquarters, letting his body soar until his front hooves finally touched the ground on the other side. Momentarily pleased with himself, he let the momentum of the jump carry him into a lope that slowed into a prance. He snorted and then shook his refined head, long white main waving a bit, before he turned to move back closer to the similar-coated mare. He stopped, though, when he was more than a few feet away, pacing once or twice out beside her. He didn't want to rush her, as she seemed to be a bit stand-offish, though he did want to get a closer look. Even still, he really wanted to help her clean her wounds. Just looking at the crescent-esque one on her withers, that matched on both sides now that he could see, he just knew she'd have to really stretch to do it herself, which would probably hurt. "Odd." He mused aloud, still pacing, and still careful to keep his distance. "Not just that all the marks are on your back, but just the nature of them." His gaze roved over the marks on her hindquarters, in a very odd place, and then the crescent shaped marks on both sides of her withers. "It looks like you've been bitten.. Hard.. but not by any carnivores I've ever seen. And on your hips, you've clearly been struck, but.." He thought, mulling it over in his mind. "If it'd been a cougar.. Well.. I-I don't see claw marks. It looks like you've been hit, or even scratched, but not by something with claws." Finally he stopped, backing up so that his front would face her front. "Who hurt you?" And then he hedged forward, ears going back though not in anger, and his head dropping down in a totally non-threatening manner, approaching her because he could no longer resist. If he got bit for it, then so be it. When he got close enough, between her body and the river, he stopped his body, but reached his neck way out so that his muzzle could reach her shoulder. He hesitated just a heartbeat or two, and then as gently as he could he licked at the blood trickling down her shoulder. It tasted awful! Bitter and rich in an almost-unbearable way, but he endured it to clean her up. After a moment, he dashed over to the river, thrusting his muzzle into the water and sloshing the liquid through his mouth to rinse it out. Then he returned, just as slow and careful as before. "I'm sorry." He whispered, letting his muzzle drip some of the water onto the worst part of her wound before he began to clean at it again. He tried to be gentle, but he shivered knowing that it probably hurt and he probably would suffer for what he was doing for her.

OOC: Lol, I don't even know xD
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As he paced along the other side of the river, Aoife watched in confusion. He seemed incredibly bothered by something, though she couldn’t figure out exactly what it was. The only thing around was her, as far as she could tell. Perhaps her less than friendly behavior had hurt whatever feelings his kind may have had. It was the only conclusion she could come to. That was all fine and dandy with Aoife, though, and she hoped it meant he would just leave her be. Instead, the opposite happened.

He jumped the river.

No. Not again! She thought as he came closer. Every muscle in her body tensed as he approached. Both fear and annoyance raged through her body. Her brain screamed at her to finally just run for it, even if it meant turning her back on him. Before, when the stallion had been a safe distance away, Aoife had felt enough confidence to even consider starting a confrontation with him. But now, frozen to the spot and with him growing ever closer, all that confidence deteriorated into almost nothing. Before the encounter with the darker stallion not to long ago, her almost naive ways had made it easier to actually fight considering she didn’t understand the outcomes, and she had been blinded by rage afterwards. With the experience she now had, however, she realized she would of rather just ran for it. If only her legs would get moving.

He didn’t strike at her though. Hell, he didn’t do anything the last brute had done. Instead, he simply talked. And she listened, irritated that he was pointing out the flaws in her claim. In the mare’s opinion, the attack was absolutely none of his business, and he had no right to ask about it. With ears pinned tightly back, she raised her head and glared at him defiantly. “What does it matter? The wounds are there, and that’s that” she spat back. Seeming to gain a little control over her legs again, she sidestepped with her back legs so that her rear was facing more away from the river, before backing up a step or two. It was a plan to back away, and turn and run when far enough. But something hard got in her way, causing her to glance back behind her, only to spot a relatively large bolder blocking her way. Just her luck, it seemed. The entire situation caused her to become distressed, and she began to sweat rather badly as he took a few steps towards her. She leaned away from him as her eyes grew wide, tossing her neck in the opposite direction. The urge to lash out at the male grew ever stronger, but there was something in his submissive behavior that caused her to hold back for a moment. It was long enough for the stallion to start cleaning her wounds.

Aoife’s eyes grew wider, if even possible. What the hell? Needless to say, shock had taken over once again. When he didn’t tear into her skin like the last brute had, she grew confused and, at the same time, relieved. All she could do was stand there in bewilderment as he worked to rid her withers of the blood. It stung and caused her to cringe slightly, but her whole body seemed to have grown less rigid. Aoife had never experienced this type of kindness from a stallion. Hell, the only thing she really had had to go on before was that horrible encounter with her rapist. This was completely new to the antisocial mare. And, even though fear, confusion, and anger still circulated through her, she felt grateful nothing horrible had happened to her again. What was she to do in a situation like this?

Lack of experience with others was getting the better of her, and she did the only thing she knew how to do: she bit at his face.

NOTES: dont really like this post, but w/e XD

[Xenan]

//Monachus

"It doesn't! Well.. I-I mean.. I just.." He what? He was good at figuring things out. Always had been. It was something he even enjoyed. Often, when something struck him as interesting enough, it was near impossible for him not to try to figure it out. "I don't really know what I mean, exactly. Or how to explain it." Whatever had happened to her had become interesting, like he just had to know. But, somehow he got the inkling that she didn't want to tell him, which was normal. So he'd figure it out on his own. But then he'd gone to cleaning her up a bit, and was contented with that for the moment, even as he knew she was doing everything to try and resist him. He could feel the very moment that she began to relax some, but it was more.. relief than anything. Oh yes, someone had hurt her. And it was definitely no cougar. Perhaps he'd never find out what brute did it, but he was now certain it'd been a stallion. He could swear that was confirmed when she bit at his face. Startled, he jerked his head back just in time to feel the vibration of her teeth snapping just short of his muzzle. White ears went back only for a moment and then he pulled away completely to give her back her space. He stood there watching her for a moment more before the bitter taste of blood became too unbearable. He cringed and ducked his head. "I'm really sorry.. For the stallion that hurt you.. And if I hurt you, just now. I was only trying to help." And then he dashed off to the river again, sloshing more water through his mouth to rinse out the taste. Blue and amber gaze scanned the area when he was through, suddenly remembering that there was a plant that grew near bodies of fresh water that when ground up and mixed with just the littlest bit of water made a sort of healing and soothing balm. What was it called? Oh, Aloe! He smiled a bit despite himself, then looked back over his shoulder at the mare. "Stay right there!" And then he was off in a high-stepping trot to search for the plant. He thought perhaps it would be in the cluster of bushes not too far away from him.

Before too long, he did find it, and picked a few of its leaves, turning and moving back to where he'd left the mare. "Bear with me, here." He said around the leaves in his mouth, a little excited even for him. Then he moved to a rock next to the river with a somewhat flat top and placed the plants there. How to grind them up, though? He supposed he could chew them, but that wouldn't be very sanitary. He could use another rock, but the force would hurt his teeth. Finally, he settled for using his right front hoof, pawing at it gently but with enough force to get the job done. When he was partially finished, he turned to the river again, quickly dipping his muzzle and rushing back to the rock so that he could drip some down into his mixture before resuming the grounding process. By the time he was finished, he had a soupy concoction, which satisfied him. Next, he needed a way to smear some over her withers. A quick glance at a tree gave him instant inspiration, and he trotted over to pluck one of its leaves, big enough- he thought- to do the trick. Returning to his mixture, he placed the leaf down on top of it and pressed with his muzzle, smearing it a bit. Finally finished, he lipped up the leaf by its stem and turned back to the mare. "May I?" He said, his speech muffled a bit like before. And just in case she was confused by his motives, he gestured with his nose at her withers. "This will help."

OOC: Lol, I don't even know xD
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When the stallion stumbled over his words, she couldn’t help but realize how different he really was from the last brute she had had to deal with. Whether that was a good thing or a bad thing she was still undecided about, however. In her mind, this one could have been playing tricks on her still, only coming off as kind and helpful to take her down later. Only cleaning her wounds so he could get close enough to bite into them. The thought made her shiver a little, not liking the images she got of him ripping into her already damaged withers. But there was a small bit of hope that she would either be able to flee before he could, or that he just wasn’t the type. Not that she had ever met a truly nice male to begin with, but she’d heard stories they existed. It was that tiny ounce of hope that kept her to her spot, but didn’t prevent her from lashing out with her teeth for lack of a better reaction… and the fact she’d slightly lost her nerve.

Even if her teeth had missed his face, it had the desired effect. He backed off , giving her some of her personal space back. It was hardly enough for her liking but Aoife decided, for whatever reason, she wouldn’t do anything more even if it was very tempting. Perhaps it was because he had helped her that she decided to spare him. Well, that and because he scared her into not wanting to get closer.

"I'm really sorry.. For the stallion that hurt you.. And if I hurt you, just now. I was only trying to help."

Now the white mare almost felt bad. But she fought of any feelings of sympathy for the stallion for several reasons, including because he seemed to have figured out her secret. “Nobody ever said it was a stallion. I told you, it was a cougar” she insisted that he believe her, as horrible a lie as it was. She didn’t understand why he couldn’t just drop it and at least pretend to believe her, for her sake. She hated the very mention of the male that had hurt her. It was hard enough having to think about him every day.

As soon as he’d dashed off back to the river, the cremello mare saw it as a chance to escape. Curiosity was suddenly spiking though, as he wandered around the area, seemingly in search of something. He’d demanded that she stay put, causing her ears, which had perked up a little for a moment, to drop back once again. However much she disliked the orders though, the only movement she made was to take a step away from the rock that had blocked her way before, and it wasn’t long before the other white horse was coming back to her from whatever the fuck he’d been doing. She got stiff at his approach again. This time, he had a leaf in his mouth with some odd looking stuff sticking to it. She tossed her head away, looking displeased at just the sight and refusing to answer him due to her own defiance. She didn’t want the questionable substance anywhere near her.

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[Xenan]

//Monachus

The way she was looking at him as he presented his healing aid nearly had him laughing and dropping the stuff, which he had a feeling would be something she wanted to happen. Fortunately, he had more control than that. He ducked his head and slowly approached the side that looked the worst on her withers. "Y'know, it's not like I'm asking you to eat it." With it still in his mouth, he looked at her from where he stood right next to her, blue eyes with amber rimming his pupils glimmering with slight amusement. He was starting to like her. "Just let me. You'll feel better later." And with that, he took another step forward and placed the leaf gooey-side-down onto her wound. The cool slickness could sting a little, but overall the medicine in it would aim to soothe, and he tried to be gentle in applying it to avoid putting pressure as he knew it was sensitive. Once through, he trotted back to the rock to gather more of the stuff to apply to the other side when the leaf broke in half. He frowned, laying it down and studying the pieces. Uneven, mismatched. With a snort he blew them off the rock, clenching his eyes shut as he lubricated his muzzle with the mixture. Damn the consequences, he was going to help the cremello no matter what. Turning back to her, he avoided looking at her as he moved to the opposite side where the wound was nearly just as bad. He probably looked ridiculous with the greenish goup on his pink and white muzzle, but he'd look past that for the moment. Then, with just as much caution he applied the medicine to her wound. Strange eyes glancing at the wound on her rump, then looking at her, he went back for more of the stuff.

Then, all of a sudden, a large and colorful bug landed on his muzzle, sticking in the remnants of the mixture that was still there. Eyes going wide, he let out a wail, turned around to look at the mare as though she'd help him, then went to shaking his head viciously. "Get it off! Get it OFF!" Clenching his eyes closed, he threw a series of bucks and then reared to kick his forelegs close to his face, hoping to scare the creature away. Not paying attention to the fact that it was already gone, he landed and began to dance in place, head shaking, long white mane flying every which way. After a few moments, he ceased his motions and opened his eyes to see it had left his nose. Panting, a heartbeat passed and then a shudder wracked up his spine so bad that he had to shake his entire body. Then, a buzz close to one ear had him whipping around in tight circles, eyes frantically searching for it. "STOP! Go away!" And then he ran back to the female, putting her body between his and the last place he'd seen the bug. He waited a moment, and then shuddered violently again. "UCK, disgusting!" Monk could no longer see the critter, but he looked around warily, even snapping his head the other direction to make sure it wasn't laying it wait, but didn't see it. He snorted, then, and suddenly remembered his muzzle was still covered in goo. Grunting once more in disapproval, he rushed to the river and sloshed his nose around in it, blowing air out his nostrils to avoid inhaling water before rubbing it in the grass to get the last bit that remained. Finally at ease, chin dripping a bit, he returned to the mare.

OOC: Gahd xD
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