Once In A Lifetime {Open | Rosalie}

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R O S A L I E

Your heart won't heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures

In life we often underestimate the smaller things that we can do, or not do. We don’t really think such decisions as ‘oh I know I shouldn’t do this but let’s do it anyways’ have an impact on the grand scheme of life; in reality this is what makes us who we are. Saying one word, or not saying anything at all, to another living being can make them friend, or it can make them foe. This is something that many equines do not understand on their daily quest to the end of their time, and this is the reason why some never find what they are looking for or ever know what they are looking for. They are lost among so many other breathing and living things, they never think that a change in the way they go about daily life or how they think of other living creatures. They have to respect that others are going thought struggles too, that an old soul has seen so much death in their life time and they are tired and just need a place to rest; they do not see how doing this kindness to another can help them in their own journey. This is a way to look at survival of the fittest in a different light, dealing with more of a mental fitness instead of physically. Anyone can kill everything in their path, but who will be there to protect them when they get deteriorate and tired from all the killing? Who will be there to protect them from the ones who are younger and have more life left in them and are also killing to ‘get to the top’? This is the problem with so many of us.

Surrounding the bleached coated mare were tall, towering forestry made up of two toned aspen trees matched the pelt of the minx, tainted with a dark brown here and there, traveling up into the sky well above where the pins on the mare stood. Oaks, weaving themselves throughout the aspen’s, making a clearing for the thick trunk and winding branches, these trees were homes to many forest animals, owls, squirrels, bats, chipmunks and various lizards and insects all called these structures home; many colonies in each. The floor in which her daggers danced upon, were winding with the oaks root structures, hidden by the fallen leaves that crunched under each step. Cool breezes pirouetted the dead foliage, tussling it and replacing it back onto the ground; breezes lifted the mare’s banner, drug across her sleek frame free of any visible scars and any type of damage, bringing her an up lifting feeling that she would pause raise her crown straight up and just relax as it flooded the space around her. In the distance a trickling stole her attention, her mouth was dry and she would enjoy a cool mouth full of liquid.

Advancing, the mare was careful to step over or avoid all together the huge roots winding to who knows where. Each step was a crunch or crackle of the dead leaves. Advancing towards the end of the sheltering forest, the winding brooks flowed through the knolls and dells, a willow tree was a common sight. Branches hung to the world as if they were reaching out to provide a curtain for privacy for those in need of some shut eye; the willow trees understood Rosa’s idea of survival of the fittest. There roots burrowed underground away from tripping any by passers, the area surrounding the numerous brooks was dotted with willows, other than that it was a beautiful, lush place to be. Blades of many different shades of green covered the ground like a shaggy carpet, the birds that called this place home chirped in the sky flying around eating and singing without a care. Deer also made an appearance, not showing any sign of being weary of predators. This was the place one should come to heal, one that offered company of the welcomed kind and plenty of grass and shelter from the harsh summer sun when it is present. At the current time though, Rosalie is not in the need of healing or shelter from the sun which at this time was at it’s high point and did not bring along with it an unbearable heat. Instead it brought along a pleasant sent of lavender from a nearby place, which was up to anyone’s guess, and the smell of fall which was soon to arise. In the distance there were dark clouds, but they appeared to have already passed and there was no threat of rain of any sort, just serious spotted throughout the blue sky.

The mare continued to advance, past the willows and a deer or two until she reached a forked brook. At the base of the brook her pearl blue eyes met with hidden gems that gleamed up and shown through the clear water. Soft, smooth rocks that painted a mural for the small fish and other life forms that lived there. She lowered her mug, her body at peace, to quench the slight thirst that began to bloom inside her. The other equines around did not raise any kind of alarm inside of her, her muscles were relaxed, and while she was vastly aware of her surroundings the mare was slightly off guard. Her tall frame relaxed as she grazed in the open area, her eyes closed from time to time as she took a moment to enjoy the quiet peace that surround her.

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F L A M B E

The mahogany stallion galloped through the tall slender trees as they so delicately reached up towards the sky, he wound his slim frame through each tall white pole, changing leg lead with every turn, he ran out of instinct his head was down, his long cream tassels streamed out behind him, whipping through the air with every stride his golden eyes shut with tears dripping from his lashes. Although you would not be able to tell he was crying as he was drenched completely from the sharp rain stop that had just come and gone again however with the size of the drops that had fallen it had managed to soak his coat within seconds. The water ran off his coat in rivulets hiding the darkened stripes upon his hind quarters as they blended into the rest of his coat, which now appeared to be a dark chocolate hue with the water upon it. He galloped along the side of a brook, occasionally the soggy ground beneath his feet moved and a leg would slip from beneath him for not the first time he nose dived and nearly fell before managing to get a leg underneath him again and regaining the rhythm of his gallop as he continued forward.

Why was his life made this way, why did his own thoughts in his own head make him shake with confusion and feel like he could not even make it through a single day. There were many times when he felt that he could not go on and wished there was some easy way to end his life, however he could not manage to bring himself to commit suicide, he was a coward and feared pain more than anything else, so he could never find a way in which he could go without ever knowing about it and it being simple and easy to leave this earth. He hoped sometimes that something would happen and it become inevitable but nothing ever did, despite his wish to die he seemed to have and incredible sense of self preservation which forced him to keep living. The biggest problem in his life were mares, and why did they have to try and surround him, he hated them, but some strange part in his body loved them all at the same time. He definitely hated stallions and despite that being what he was, he wanted to be nothing like them, nothing like what they always wanted him to be. He was not a leader, big and strong like his father, he just wanted a herd to call home and a leader to follow. But that was not the role of a stallion he was told, they were born to lead and that is what they must do, lead mares and raise foals for the future turning away any colts before they should breed with their mothers. It all made perfect sense; it was just not what he wanted to do.

However there was just this thing inside him that made him feel strange whenever there was a mare around, he had some deep instinct trying to move within him trying to take over, but it felt wrong, it felt disgusting and why should he let it consume him. That was not who he was. Which only lead to further questions, who was he and what was his role in this world, did he have one and what was it? It was a mare yet again which had caused him to get into such a panic, she had appeared from nowhere and despite it being well into autumn she had a scent about her that he usually associated with spring it had caused something to stir inside of him and when he told her to leave she came closer and just would not leave him alone, that was when his emotions got the better of him and he attacked her, it was not badly but he had bitten her and she ran off scared which was to be expected. He was a monster attacking an innocent mare for no reason other than her smell, so he ran again in fear of his own action but also in fear that she would have others who would retaliate.

He passed a sharp bend in the brook and as he turned he grazed himself on an oak tree that he was not expecting to find so close to the edge of the narrow stream, he slowed but barely and shut his eyes at the stinging of his skin on his side. He tripped on something, probably a rock or a root from a tree and this time failed to regain his footing and tipped forward, he ducked his head out of the way at the last minute seeing a pale equine stood at the water’s edge taking a drink but there was little he could do to avoid collision but just hope. His shoulder hit the ground first and he screamed as the pain ripped through his skin like a red hot burning sensation and he just closed his eyes just as he came to the mare, unsure if he was going to hit her or miss.


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Comments: Ok so that ended up longer than i thought, you can decide if he hits her or not. Sorry for any confusion but his mind is seriously messed up.

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R O S A L I E

Your heart won't heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures

Orbs closed and brain steaming as gears turned and the pale mare thought and thought about life in general and curious as to where she would be taken next. It seemed she had visited the major journeys life usually holds for a mare, foals, love, heart break, friendship… yes, all of these had come and past leaving her here, alone. Her foals were healthy and grown, off on their own, her lover and herself agreed on a mutual split, she was sure he was wondering about what else life could hold for him as she was pondering now. Within the deeper parts of her mind the mare wondered how much time she in fact had left on this planet, she was not old but yet she was not young. She felt youthful right now, as she stood in a plentifully lush green clearing with clear water and all sorts of wild life around her; nothing seemed to be worried about anything everything so blissful and at peace, at least on the outside. Her mind wondered through the ins and outs of each spectrum of her life, from how her dear was doing to how her children were doing which she was sure they were fine, they could very much take care of themselves; which she was proud of.

In the distance you could see the rain, a grey mist in the far skies, darkened with the prospects of a storm, the rain fell to the earth musky and heavy with weight. Lavender and autumn smells were masked by the thickness even know it was headed into the other direction, the breezes carried the musk to the area which the mare found herself now. She watched the storm afraid not of being in the middle of it, and then lowered her mug to the now dampened ground, much like dew but instead from the splashing of the brooks cool liquids upon the blades of green. She pulled up a mouth full and then raised her crown, tilting it as she watched the flashes from the ever thickening sky to the north, chewing the mare took her time as she had nowhere to be. Herself standing only a yard or so away from the brooks edge, she could easily reach it if she desired. Breaking free of her thoughts, the mare’s audiables swiveled and forced her orbs in that direction as well, her orbs as wide as they could get as she stood frozen her front daggers dancing but never moving to avoid what she saw coming out of nowhere. A dark frame stumbled upon what appeared to be a large rock or root, being already flustered and covered with the pouring rain from the distance fell upon his side and slid straight into Rosa’s direction. Her dancing front daggers planted themselves onto the ground as her hind right leg was knocked out from beneath her from pure weight. Her orbs clinched tight as a sting and hot fluid trickled down her cannon bone, she reached her boa out and in pain huffed and neighed from deep within her chest cavity.

Opening once again, the mare looked down at the stallion, her pain being but from a scrape from his dagger. She shifted her weight onto her other three pillars and huffed catching her breath from the sudden excitement. He was laying there, almost quivering in pain, the mare tilted her head at him as he made such noises of one close to death. She frantically looked over him, seeing his shoulders were torn up, oh you poor thing almost at a whisper her light tones emitted, disconcerting her own damage. Her crown turned to the close brook and back to the young stallion. She was unsure if help was wanted form herself and so she parted her kissers and carefully chose her words, she was not afraid of retaliation from the brute because he was in such agony, her kind tones left her velveteen kissers You are hurt, if we can get the brooks water on it, it may help… her words faded off as she was unsure of what reaction she would receive from the stranger.

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Told you it would not be half as good XD
sorry for the suckish post

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F L A M B E

Seconds seemed to extend themselves into minutes or even hours, as everything seemed to fall into slow motion before the collision occurred, the mare turned too slowly, she did not move although her front feet tapped a quick dance on the earth but finally planting to take her weight as his whole body hit her in a flurry of brown and silver limbs and mane and tail all tangled up in her hind limbs. He tensed his whole body as he slid beneath her legs, her steely hooves cut slices in his hind quarters and one down his shoulder. As he slid to a stop he twitched his ears to hear the other equines shrill cry out as the pain cut into her too, he looked found eyes unable to focus clearly on the pale mare as she appeared a blur around the edges, but the red trickle that flowed down her leg was bright catching his eye.

He closed his eyes for a few moments laying his head against the earth and struggled to breath, the air had been completely taken from his lungs, his body shook and rattled a little with each breath that he gathered in his lungs. Slowly his lashes parted to revel his golden glasses and he just gazed up at her in confusion, she looked paniced, her eyes although he could not make out them clearly appeared to be opened wide in shock as she looked over him. Then she spoke, her words sounded muffled to him in his bleary state but something about poor, but not much else was remembered as he watched he glance side to side. She spoke again her words sounding slightly clearer this time although amid a haze he thought she said that he was hurt, but yet he could not really feel any pain just a tingle here and there. She suggested that the brooks water may help. He blinked a few times trying to clear his head of the fuzziness that it contained.

Yes the water may help he felt thirsty though and not too hurt. “Yes i am thirsty.” He spoke realising after he said the words how shaky his voice had been but then he was around a mare and he was not good around them. Oh he realised then more clearly what she was and panicked. “Stay Away.” He called “I shouldn’t be around you, stay away please.” He cried out to her in worried tones, though still shaky. He tried to stand but as he was nearly stood again the pain hit him all at once and his knees gave way and crashed his body back to the ground, but he panicked further instead of giving in he struggled to get up and move but his one leg was numb but aching at the same time it didn’t want to work and hold him. After a few more attempts he gave up and tried to examine the left hind leg that caused him such problems, he noticed a cut on it but that would not cause such trouble, but then his hock appeared to be severely swollen almost twice the normal size, and it wouldn’t straighten or bend properly although he could at least give it some flexion. He then remembered as he went down his hock hitting a large root, he suspected that he had banged it and it would take a short while to come right, either that or it was broken and that did not bear thinking about just yet.

He looked up at the worried pale face of the mare again and resigned himself to being stuck here for now but still could not face to have her here where his body would begin to torment him and his mind would disappear to strange places that he hated it going to, he had dark thoughts in those times and he did not want the mare here when he was better as he was sure he would end up injuring her and she would have loved him. “Please i am ok, i just need to rest but you should go.” He urged his voice calmer now but still only just hiding the wobble and shakiness that lay underneath his words.


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Comments: Sorry for the wait its been written for a week but no way to post it, had such dodgy internet.

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R O S A L I E

Your heart won't heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures

Crème mare stood next to the fallen stallion, he clearly was injured and was unresponsive, this made her head race and all she could think to do was be there for when he woke up at least he would know what was going on. Skies were filled with light and warmth it swept over the land in all directions filling the earth like a giant bowl fills with water. Green blades below the two equines padded her paws and his frame, giving a soft surface for standing, or laying, as the time passed by. Her flecked orbs were filled with concern and she refused to leave the unknown stallion’s side, it wasn’t long however until his motionless body spouted into life, it started slow but he became more animated once he realized where he was and that she was there as well. His breathing was shallow and he wheezed with every breath, and when his chocolate kissers parted and tones were heard she let out a sigh of relief, her boa dropping and orbs closed for just a brief second. “Yes i am thirsty.” His tones were calm but fallowed by a frantic look after his consciousness was really regained. His whole body seemed to tense up, but for what reason? Her mug confused she snorted, frustrated through not understanding the stallion, was he not thankful that she stood by him to make sure nothing happened? He could have been killed without her! “Stay Away. I shouldn’t be around you, stay away please.” Her heart began to race, what did he mean he shouldn’t be around me? Does he know something that I don’t? After all, there was nothing linking me to this land, not in the slightest. An awkward attempt was made by the worried frantic stallion to stand, ending in his body back on the ground, after another failed attempt it appeared that he gave up trying to escape her presence. She surveyed the stallion, counting numerous cuts and scrapes, and one very swollen, broken, limb; he would not be going anywhere. Her delicate, old, frame advanced towards the stallion, her mug in the same vicinity as his. “Please i am ok, i just need to rest but you should go.” The tones were full of shakes and quivers, she could tell that nothing he would tell her would give answers to why he wanted away from her so badly, however, time would possibly give away his secret.

I know that you are frightened, but you wont be injuring me for any reason. Well, not in this condition. She motioned to his rear limb and then focused back on his orbs again. Being a mother of so many, the mare had urges to help the stallion he needed help after all, and her mothering instincts were the only thing that she had left. She let a low knicker emit from her mug and a caring kind smile perched itself on her mug. Kindness filled her orbs as she looked back at the leg again, then to the cool brook. It's broken, I'm sure you realize, but if we can get the swelling down... she motioned towards the brook it will keep your healing time down. It isn't safe to be in this condition. Even with me here for help. While her words were silk and kind, there was a hint of 'it sounds like an option but It isn't' stubbornness behind ever syllable. Her mind riddled with ways of getting at least his hind end into the waters when at last she came up with a solution. "I can help you support your hind weight on that side if you're willing to trust me. She looked at him, his frantic frame could lash out, but being at his head out of his mug's range, he couldn't cause any damage unless he lunged. She stood awaiting the response and plotted ways to help this poor soul.

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Not the best but hey!