forgotten dreams

[charoum]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=background,http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/270/2/2/wzsdfghjnl_by_royalpain13-d2zm61r.png] Ritalin. . . The name tasted so bitter when it was spoken. She named herself that after the accident to remind herself she was cured. Changing her name was a symbol of how she had changed. It was a fitting symbol too. She loved the new name it was just going to take her time to get used to it. She had loved the name her father had given her, but he was long dead and gone. There was no getting him back, no sense in keeping his name. It tasted so vile, every time she said, and she said it often to herself. Practicing her new name, trying to accustom herself to the strange word. How would she ever answer to her new calling if she still remembered the last one? She shook her head and immediately regretted having doing so. It hurt, ever since she had fallen, it hurt. It hurt real bad. She couldn't get the pain to stop, couldn't come up with a way to get it to stop. She didn't know what she'd done to herself but she wished she hadn't because it hurt so bad. She wished it would leave her alone. Whatever it was. She didn't like the pain and she wasn't sure where it had come from. She was sure it had to do with the near-death fall that had caused her face to scar so horribly but she couldn't be positive of the matter. Not entirely. She never wanted to say she was positive of anything again unless she had enough evidence to be positive.

[JOKER.]

The way he moved was breath-taking; each stride of his lanky limbs over the terra firma sent an ripple of shimmering gold to echo across his sleek and handsome frame. From the side it would have been mere perfection, something carved by Rembrandt himself and yet coming face on was a horrible and awe striking deformity. From the left corner of his mouth snaking like an stigmatic snake across his bodice was a scar about three inches wide and who knows how deep. Pulsating, webby scar material that curved down his nape and in between his chiseled front limbs. He had gotten it from tangoing with someone much larger than he thought he could handle and as Volkan moved like sheets of pure gold through the plains he could feel the flesh beneath the newly formed "bandage" pulsating in time with his heart.

Mix-matched lens swept the field, a hint of mischief within his smirk as pupils flinted from one abstract object to another. The thought of asenath was still fresh in his mind, but she had been right, she would fade to just another nagging bit in the back of his mind - but never fade entirely. It had bothered him right after she left but in these moments he felt it easier to ignore, mainly because a striking alabaster beauty was coming up upon him and he was more than interested in knowing what she was doing out here all alone. Funny, I always find the lone ones. With an devilish smirk widening over his handsome features the ahkal-teke stallion progressed his ambling walk to an extended, powerful trot toward the newfound companion.

"What's cooking good looking?" Yes, Volkan could be quite juvenile at times and in his playful manner he wasn't quite in the mood to charm her with his latin fluency. He wanted to be straight to the point with this one, or at least try to be. Mares were crafty and feisty creatures, if you weren't careful they could deter you from your goal and maybe that was half the fun Volk ended up having with them. Eyes scanned the scar that etched her face, it gave her a peculiar beauty and the stallion stood with one hind food cocked in patience to her forth coming words.

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[charoum]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=background,http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/270/2/2/wzsdfghjnl_by_royalpain13-d2zm61r.png] Ritalin glanced at the stallion for a heart beat before going back to her musings. He wasn't worth the bother. Her auds twisted and dropped to her brain-pan when he spoke to her. How juvenile was he going to be? Would it take the entire interaction process or would he sober-up and behave like a proper adult? Not that there really was a true definition of how a 'proper adult' should behave. She snorted hard and shook her mane before turning to face the brute. The first thing she took note of was his color, it was a strikingly bold color and was worth taking note of. The second thing? All of the scars that twisted and marred, and in a way, perfected his appearance. She snorted hard and eyed him up and down, flicking her banner only enough to chase a stinging fly away from her flanks before letting the slightly rippled hairs settle behind her once more. Curiosity and the need for interaction got the better of her. She answered him, not pleased with herself for doing so, but doing it none-the-less. {♥}. . . I would imagine that brain of yours, struggling to come up with something. . . imaginative. It shouldn't be hard for it to over heat and, perhaps, boil. . .{♥} She snorted again, flaring her nostrils and smirking slightly at the burro before lowering her muzzle to investigate the grass around her, as demanded her stomach. When nothing became particularly interesting she looked back up at the stallion to better take in his appearance. Studying him brought out his perfections and imperfections particularly the imperfections. She admired that, the fact that imperfections were so blatantly obvious but weren't given so much attention to hide was something to admire. The fact that one didn't care if you saw them or not - at least outwardly - had some merging of her respect.

[JOKER.]

As she spoke he nearly spat out with laughter, fighting to contain the signs of obvious humorous becomings before he exploded in a fit of chuckling. She was entertaining for sure, he was shocked she was actually able to withhold intelligent thought - in his mind she was just a piece of meat. She was another wallpaper like existence that needed only when he got what he wanted and then he would leave without a single back glance of her existence. She was unique looking, though not necessarily beautiful. She looked like a tinker toy that had been broken and then thrown away by the designated owner for the rats to pick at, too bad he happened to be the one to find her - with her quick tongue and obnoxious personality she would have been smite down by most of the males he knew. But who knew, maybe he just needed to give her a chance.

"Calm down there, no need to get in a bunch." This was beginning to bore him immensely. Not only was she ordinary - borderline ugly now that he caught wind of her personality - she was also a terrible bore. What a pity for someone else to happen upon such a boring creature and yet somehow he wanted to tease her, he wanted to taunt her being and anger her to a point of where she would lash out at him and in that moment he would rampage and pin her to the ground. She was the one who needed to be beat brutally to be put in their place and then left to die on the cold, unforgiving earth.

"So, Ritalin, what is such an... equidistant mare doing out here all alone?" A bemused smirk over his facade, Volcano wondered what she would do if she found out he knew her name. Truth was Volcano knew everything and everyone the moment they walked into the villages, and he made sure that made her uncomfortable as he eyed her with with a devilish grin on his oh so handsome face. "I'm sure you can fend for yourself there doll, but I figured I might as well be courteous and ask." Shaking his tendrils which splayed wildly before falling in an array on his neck once more, Vol waited patiently for another "witty" reply as velvet lips scoured the earth for nutrients.

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[charoum]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=background,http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/270/2/2/wzsdfghjnl_by_royalpain13-d2zm61r.png] She chuckled at his next words. She wasn't in a bunch. She was quite at ease, as a matter of fact. There wasn't much he could do to her that hadn't already been done, even death had failed her. Well, no matter. She snorted and sobered up, quickly, when he stated her name. She'd been trying so hard to keep a low profile how had he found that out? She pinned her auds for a moment before twitching them forward again. Nostrils quivering in a silent snort. She was tense now, not at all pleased with the stranger. {♥}. . . Minding her own business, for one. . . And what is such an obnoxiously over-rated stallion doing out here?. . .{♥} She retorted, reaching out as though to nip at him but sniffing the air instead. Why bring violence into this - right now? He hadn't done anything to really instigate a lashing out, and she didn't feel like doing it, not at the moment. Words were more fun right now. {♥}. . . Courtesy was farthest from your mind when you asked, brute. I'm not stupid. I'm not ignorant. And I'm not naive do not play the card that implies that I am. Be yourself or be gone.. . .{♥} Yes, he had annoyed her with that. Her auds tightened to her skull now, she stood, arching her neck proudly and bracing herself for a fight. She didn't want one but if he kept treating her like an ignorant, innocent fool she would have a fight. She was not that kind of mare. You either were true around her, or you weren't. She wasn't going to put up with anything else. If being 'true' meant you were as manipulative as she was - well then you were definitely going to have fun with her. {♥}. . . What I am not here for is to play with foals. Now you don't strike me as a foal, much. Maybe you can take that 'much' and make it a 'none'. . . .{♥}