The Ultimate Form of Betrayal [Open]

[Trinity]

M A I M

Spotted hide expanded to except its fate, a child grew inside my womb. A sickened feeling remained deep within my gut the more days that passed. He would pay for this one way or another. The stallion was a sick bastard that i once cared for deeply. I was his sister i was never meant to carry his spawn. A snarl fell from my lips, as i debated on how to deal with him. He would no longer be my brother he was a hated son of a bitch. The child inside of my womb would be dealt with one way or another either i would kill it upon its first breath or teach it to hate him just as much as i did. My heart ached because of how much hatred that grew inside of my body. I never wanted to hate family, but it was his doing. The scars from where his pillars grasped my sides. A light fog surrounded my spotted bodice. The air thick, and felt like they were meant to suffocate those that did not belong. Miss matched orbs blinked and a heavy deep hearted sigh fell from my kissers as I looked down at the ground. The leaves surrounded my daggers as if they had given up on life and were now laid on the ground dying in agony. My dainty pillars refused to dance as they once had, they were tired and no longer seemed to care. This pregnancy was a hard one on my body, maybe it sensed i did not want it, maybe it would be my punishment for caring for my family so strongly. I wanted another foal but not the way this was conceived, not with who was the father. I guess a child is a child, but this child is wrong.



IF it comes out not completely deformed it will be a surprise to me. Crimson pillars moved slowly, my mane matted, my pelt no longer slick and glorious. He did not break me, he could never break my spirit. The fog continued to dance around my spotted bodice, as i moved. A gentle call was released from my kissers, hoping to get someone that i wished to actually see. A dark nicker was returned through the fog, my listeners flickered back and forth as my cranium raised itself. A gentle smile returned to my lips as my mind registered the call. The frame was large, much larger then my own. The beast grinned gently as his long tail whipped from side to side. He reached it out to move underneath my cranium, lifting it up to meet the golden glow to his cloudy white orbs. Sooty buckskin roan frame stood protectively over her spotted frame. "Mother." His smile soon faded though when he studied her. "you know this means i'm never leaving your side again." I nodded gently as i leaned against his side taking in his scent that had long left my nostrils.



"I've missed you Gladiator." I said to my over protective son, but i wish i had him around to prevent this. His large frame was enough to intimidate even the scariest bronc. The now grown bronc's skin was like armor, as well as spiky it was hard to penetrate leaving him as a great body guard. He had once been a guard of the outlands, but had left to pursue other things.Spotted frame lowered to the sod and gladiator watched over me. After a little while he moved, wrapping his much larger frame around me, his eight foot tail wrapped protectively around my frame. I often wondered how my son was so large standing at nineteen hands, while i stood at only sixteen point one and his father at only sixteen point three. My anger was lowered with Gladiators return, but my mind continued to plot on how to deal with my sick brother.

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[Ruppa]

    She had been here before. A very long time ago, at an awkward stage between foal and filly, she had lay here alone. It hadn't been this place exactly, but something very similar. As white as her coat was, she had stood out like the moon in the darkest night as she lay on the sun-baked stones. She had wallowed there for a while in self-pity, remembering her savior from a few days before. A dark blood-lusting colt had attacked her. Her little child body was weak from losing her mother and she had no chance at fighting him off. Then her savior came. He did what was necessary, looked her over silently, then walked away. Her little eyes threatened to leak that day, watching him leave her behind in her memory of it, the feeling of helplessness had broken her heart and for so long she had ached for the memory to rewrite itself, to make him come back for her or wait for her. She had tried so hard to keep up with him, to beg him to slow for her, but had been far too weak and eventually collapsed from exhaustion. He was long gone when she awoke and she hadn't been able to find any sign of a trail at all. She never saw him again.

    And now she was here again, but older. Stronger. Yet still alone. She should've died out there as a half-starved filly. Not just from that cruel colt but after that as well. She had been far too weak to be out on her own. But every time she thought it was too hard to keep going, she'd remember her savior. She could see him clearly in her mind. He hadn't seemed like a hero-type to her. How could she dare give up when he went to so much trouble to save her. Blood was spilt because of her. Now it was her job to make up for it. To live. To find him again. Ever since that day, she searched for him. She didn't want him to leave her alone, he was all she had. He had done a great deed for her by saving her life, but he couldn't just leave her behind like that. It was difficult though. He didn't want to be followed. He didn't want to be found. She was weak and useless to him, only another responsibility to look after and protect, slowing him down. But she'd find him and show him that she wasn't useless. She wasn't weak anymore, she was strong. More than he would have given her credit for. And She could track. He was teaching her that in a way. Or teaching herself. She would find him, and she would make sure he never abandoned her again. He wouldn't be able to even if he tried. She'd just track him again.

    She walked softly to the ledge of a rock cliff, surveying the landscape. She was on his trail. It certainly wasn't easy, but every few weeks she'd catch a slip. A faded print, a faint scent, brushes splintered from his long tail. Still not a name for him, but soon.. Very soon he'd see what she can do. There was a chill to the thin mountain air and her breath streamed out in hazy wisps. It had rained maybe an hour before and steam drifted from the heated stone beneath her. The downpour had rinsed her coat of the dirt and debris from her travel, and it was the purest white it had been in a long time. Once again, she stood out from her surroundings like a beacon. It wouldn't hinder her much around here though. The mountainside was dense with trees. Someone would still have to be fairly close to spot her.

    A call cut through the silence then, carried to her by a dying breeze. She stood silent and still, waiting, listening. An answer came then, deeper and male. Her breath caught and her heart began pounding wildly. She couldn't say whether it was actually him or not, she didn't know what he sounded like, but she never could squash the hope that always seemed to flare up any time she heard a male nearby. And she could never let an instance go uninvestigated, no matter how disappointing they always turned out to be. She made her way towards the sound, her hooves striking the stone gently. They made faint clings, but she slowed as she got nearer. Halting like a cautious doe, she simply froze and listened. Close enough to hear but not close enough to see, she heard their voices. "..im never leaving your side again." The male. A brief pause. "I've missed you Gladiator" The female. She had genuine affection in her tone, a deep bond for the male. A brief quietness grew between them, and Meadow stepped closer. She had to get a view of them in order to confirm it wasn't her savior so she could move on. With her coat recently washed of any potential camouflage, she knew she'd be seen.

    She lifted her head and stepped forward, clearing through the remaining bit of cover. She had learned to care for herself fairly well over the years, and her body had filled out. She was no longer a lanky and awkward filly, and it showed. Every inch of her was white, though a soft pink showed through in places where her skin was thinnest. Her pale blue eyes fell on the couple and she froze. It was him. Her savior.  His tail was wrapped protectively around the female. After so long she had finally caught up to him. She couldn't move, she couldn't breathe. While her insides raced, all she could do was stand there as still as a statue, her eyes never leaving him. Now he would see she could track. Even someone who didn't want to be found. And someday he'd see she was strong, and many other ways she could be useful. She wouldn't be a burden, and he didn't have a choice. She was never letting him abandon her again.

[Trinity]

Maim && Gladiator

The love for her son was something that she did not have with many, well any really. She was not sure how she was blessed with such a wonderful son, who always seemed to put her before himself. His large frame brought a warmth that she had not felt in sometime, comfort was in her very being with her son there. The young one inside of her womb kicked and she felt the pain flow through her body. She leaned back touching his frame his skin poked her, but she ignored the pain wanting to be close to her son. 

The brute grinned lightly as his mother leaned against him knowing that it was hard for her to let go. It was hard for Maim to let someone know that she was hurting. His cloudy white orbs glanced up as the sound of someone approaching. She was younger then him, the frame called a long lost memory. He blinked making sure that she was real. Confusion was plastered on his face. His tail moved pulling maims bodice closer to him and he lowered his skull to give her a large hug. "I will be right back." His deep vocals full of promise.    

The spotted minx felt the change in her son's body language he went from relaxed to slightly nervous and unsure what to do. Miss matched orbs spotted a young flicka. She was full of life, promise not damaged like herself in so many ways. The look on her face seemed almost just like her sons body movement. A friend? A lover? Something more? Something less? Anything at all? The mare questioned herself knowing that when he wanted to tell her he would and not think twice about it. She was en gulped in a large hug before he excused himself. "Ok I will be here." She said forcing a light smile on her lips. She lowered her head to the ground then.  

He released his grip from his mother then, his tail untangling from around her and he scooted back then and stood. His large sooty buckskin dappled roan frame stood tall, bulky and stuck out like a sore thumb next to the petite minx's that surrounded him. His ebonite with golden tipped mane stood tall, refusing to fall like those around him. His forelock however did fall and was now below his orbs. His face bald white in color, a large zigzagged line on both sides moved from the top of his spine down to his front pillars which were white to just below his stomach. His chest crossed swords and silver in coloration. His back legs ebonite in color. He was truly a beast. Why did she follow such a beast? He questioned himself as his large pillars moved towards her smaller frame. She had grown quite a bit since he had last seen her, saved her from the other colt. He did not regret his decision to move on, he was never one that was meant to be with anyone especially at such a young age. "So you found me, happy?" He questioned the ivory minx. Large tail moved back and forth before relaxing. The stallion had only ever really loved his mother, his once detached relationship with his mother made it hard to care for anyone else.  

His large skull lowered then his anger for his 'uncle' was being placed towards this mare. A mare that he had saw something to save her back then. A need to save others was instilled in his brain from the very beginning. He didn't seem to be doing a good job saving others though, he had abandoned this one, and his daughter. He did not love Rhia to see if she lived or died from child birth. She wanted the child, and i provided her what she wanted... but she was not where she could take care of the child. So i provided a mare who wanted a child one without having to cause her pain. He blinked lightly, "sorry." he never apologized NEVER! He cursed himself for doing so now. "what is it you want from me? I saved you gave you a second chance to live. I am not warm, i am not fuzzy. I do what i can to survive and that is all." He said his words leaving no words of love. His heart simply refused to beat. Gladiator knew he could never get mixed with another it simply complicated things. A sound caused him to turn his head to look at his mother.

She moved no longer giving him privacy, "Stop being RUDE!" She said nipping his side but it did no good, he could not not feel it. The mare was slightly taller then her. She was a pretty young mare. "I am Maim, miss? " She questioned the ivory colored lass as she watched her through her miss matched orbs. "Forgive my son he's a bit rough around the edges." She said with a light smile. Trying to forget her current dilemma.  

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