death of the nuclear family (Kai/Open)

[Mooferette]

It wasn't really like Rhiassa to stray very far from home so how had he managed to end up here? He wasn't really sure himself. All he knows was that if he got far enough away from his homelands the old memories of then would simply fade away. So far he wasn’t have much luck. His mind still felt heavy with doubt about his rash new journal. It didn’t feel right when he left the land and it still didn’t feel as he crossed through the freezing water, his legs tired and his lungs burning. Even the assuring site of land beneath his feet didn’t help. He felt too far away from home for his liking and just the idea of change was grating on his mind. Did he really make the right decision? Yes, he had been ostracized by his own herd but hadn’t that been happening for the past 5 years. Rhi observed that he hadn’t ever been welcomed with open arms or been given empathy but he had stayed with them anyways. What did it matter if his father ‘banned’ him? He could have groveled at his knees or crawled on his belly until he was let back in. What if he didn’t try hard enough? What if?

Rhiassa shook his champagne coat, it still wet from his desperate paddle in the water. He felt tired and his eyes drooped as he shuffled forward. He swayed a little bit, his steps uncertain and his narrowed head slumped. He felt over stimulated, his brain resembling that of mashed potatoes, his ears twitching in a vain attempt to get oriented to his new surroundings. It was made only harder by the fact that the fog swirled around his head making him dizzy and disoriented. It was dark or maybe it was getting darker, he couldn’t tell. The ground was spinning around him and he thought maybe he hear a scuffle in the bushes. Hello? He called nervously stuttering to a stop, quivering on his feet.

ooc: sorry the post is naked! code coming soon!

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Dagmar

My butt swaying to and fro, I walked into these lands with a smug little look. Pretty horses everywhere, and for once, I could indulge. Holding my tail high, I sent a silky-eyed look at a stag, and danced away, forwards and back. I could tease, I could taunt, and it didn’t matter. And not only could I flirt to my hearts content, I could find my father here. My gorgeous Thoth. Snorting to myself, I continued my journey inwards. The lands here were very different, very strange, and varied immensely. My teal optics took one look at the grass field, and I galloped through it. I needed no more food. I was getting a little chubby, and while I certainly didn’t mind, I refused to be teased for something so easily fixed. Not that anyone should dare bully me. I am gorgeous. Moving back into a trot, my stocky body takes me throughout this place, and I wonder at the amount of horses.

It is somehow much like my previous home. But the vibe is different, and the landscape is completely unique. On a few occasions I found myself lost, but how is it possible to be lost in a place that I know naught of? Whinnying and muttering nonsense as my limbs power towards the end of the world, till I find my lovely spotted daddy, but something stops me. Standing at the edge of the world, or so I believe it is that, I toss my head. The smell of salt burns my nostrils and I cannot help but sneeze. But along with that stench, there is the musky whispering of stallion. How lovely. Cocking my ears forwards, a deep nicker rises in my throat, and green-blue eyes of thine seek this comforting sight.

For I have been on my journey for some time now. Why shan’t I be allowed to have a little fun? Of course, if my partner is willing to dance with me. Despite all my flaws I would never force myself upon someone, but the thought doesn’t cross my mind. Why would a brute reject me? I am rather lovely, with all my luscious curves and exotic colouring. And I am oh-so-sultry. Finally, with the wind whipping my tail behind me and my thick, sticky-up mane even further in the air, I caught sight of the holder of this tantalizing aroma. Oh and he was beautiful! Dancing forwards, I move closer, drawn, irrevocably, to this handsome stud. Yummy.

All tan coloured with white markings, and so light looking. Tall, too, a fair bit larger than my own fifteen hands. ”Hello, pretty boy. “ I purred, coming up to him. Oh yes, time for some fun, I think. This land has shown me it has some talent, but I really need a place to call home. And a place where I can keep my lovelies- if I acquire any. You see, I am a collector of fine jewels, and this handsome brute was certainly one I should keep my eye on. I extend my head, reaching out to meet him, my jewelled eyes admiring. ”You are gorgeous!” My normally husky lyrics were a squeal, and I pranced, excited. And what was his response to me? I wonder. Rolling my tongue over my kissers, I kept close, not as yet touching him, but very close to it. I have no personal space, why should anyone else?

ooc//: very crappy dagmar post. it’ll take me awhile to get use to her. mine is also naked, table still wip >.>

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[Mooferette]

Maybe it wasn't so much that Rhi was dazed and confused but terrified that made him slink back into the mist trying to find cover. No one had answered him and the thought of someone following him in secret made him uneasy. Logically, trying to hide in the woods didn't make too much considering anyone looking in from the outside wouldn't be able to see him clearly anyways because of the thick fog that surrounded the island. Forest or beach, not much of the scenery was visible anyways. The atmosphere felt heavy and unsettling in his stomach and swift foot steps neared him to the tree line. He headed away from the salty taste of the beach and onto drier land with better footing. It felt as though he could barely stand and the prospect of trying to stumble through loose sand sounded awful.

As he headed towards the tree line she tripped almost falling to the ground, his gawky legs knocking into some unseen detritus on the ground. He cursed under his breath upset at the fact that he could have tripped and fallen into the dirt. He was angry that stump or rock or what ever the hell it was would even get in his way. He was angry that he was stuck on this stupid fucking island with no way back put swimming in the freezing ocean water. He was angry at his own stupidity and stubborness. He was even angry that it was dark and fogging and stupid stupid legs decided this was an opportune moment to become less than helpful at staying upright. His frustration didn't wane for a moment as he trudged through the thick under brush and he stomped his feet, making a moot point of ripping all the leaves off the branches he passed by before spitting them onto the ground and stepping on them.

Rhiassa didn't realize until a moment too late the the fog had finally cleared. It was the appearance of a stocky mare prancing towards him that alerted him to the fact that oh shit, she can see me, can't she. The stocky mare came right up to him prancing along, her head and tail held high. From first glance she was confident and obviously had no sense of personal space. She crowded him and he took a couple unsettling steps backwards as to avoid her.

”Hello, pretty boy. You are gorgeous!” Her voice peaked into a squeal and it sent a wave of anxiety over the stallion. His champagne-tinted ears flicked back as he wickered reproachfully. That was the only cue he gave to show he had even heard her. His eyes were tilted down and his muscles tensed ready to move away quickly if need be. It had been awhile since he had been with other equines, let alone one that bothered to hold a full conversation with him and Rhiassa was unsure what a mare like this would want from him or even what had made her want to come talk to him. He was not accustomed to the new land and knew nothing of the culture or greetings and wasn't exactly sure what he was supposed to be doing. He greeter her in the only way he knew how, showing that he was going to protect himself if needed.

ooc: bleg my posts feel unfufilled without coding and piccys and shit D: Hopefully that will be coming soon