I'll be the one to protect you. (open)

[Spoothead ♥]

DAEDALUS

I'LL BE THE ONE TO PROTECT YOU FROM
A WILL TO SURVIVE AND A VOICE OF REASON

It's frightening what some things can do to you. The simplest of events can lead to trauma. Heartbreak. It can tear away your entire life in a heartbeat's breath... but it can also give you everything you ever wished for and more. The moment your eyes meet, that one breath you share, a single word. In that one second of brief realization, you can have the entire world in your hands.

This was a thought that often crossed his mind and was the subject of many of his ponderings. If his sire had not been sent to his mother so many years ago, he wouldn't be here. His father, a general. One of the most respected in the kingdom. And his mother, his sweet, adoring mother. Coming from nothing and being treated as nothing. Being brutally beaten every single day for no reason. The one day when the two soldiers went down to rescue her from her husband, Israfel was in love as soon as his eyes rested upon the broken mare. He wished to rebuild her, make her into the beauty that she was meant to be. Of all the daring missions he had taken, Daedalus' sire deemed his mother the best risk he ever took. His son could not help but agree.

The great brute shook his head with a low snort. He was Daedalus. Israfel the Great's strong-hearted heir. He would resume his thinking later; now, a dip in the waterfall's basin promised a good clear of his head. His eyes wandered the landscape slowly, ears pricked as he pinpointed the very direction from which the cascades tumbled. It was a rather warm day, something Daedalus did not necessarily find pleasant but dealt with. Around him (as he was standing in a small clearing) was a small woodland forest, the leaves were mostly a very rich green while some were beginning to fade into reds, oranges, and yellows. It was still summer, but it was fading as autumn was right around the corner. The shadows of the forest were cool, which he appreciated at least until he could reach the basin. With a hefty sigh Daedalus began pushing through the dense underbrush. At times like this he very much appreciated his size; he could easily plough through things other horses would spend ages picking through.

- - - - -

Daedalus drew to a halt and gazed up in admiration at the huge falls. The thunder of their might shook the very ground beneath him. But in front of the waterfall was an equally massive lake, with a connected creek flowing from it and winding eastward to eventually fade out of sight. The water in the waterfall basin was unusually calm at its outer edges, and it was perfect from any equine who wanted to enjoy going for a swim without getting pummeled by the torrent ahead. With his ears working overtime to hear over the thundering water, Daedalus pushed into the clear water with a quiet grunt, pressing back against the current that tried to barricade him. The water was still comfortably warm, but was beginning to get a bit chilly. Standing with his chest and below covered in water, Daedalus felt pure bliss. It was very nice to simply relax and clear his mind.

He set his muzzle to the water, slowing dipping it in as he absently played. He watched, out of the corner of his eye, as the dirt that had built up on his coat billowed away slowly. Feeling fresh and finally clean, Daedalus began wading back over to the shoreline, lashing out his tail to send water every which-way. Water still paraded off of his smooth skin as he made his way to the surrounding trees. He settled beneath the tree, merely a shadow beneath the darkness besides his skull marking, and wondered if he should resume his thinking. Deciding not, Daedalus bent his thick neck to the sun-dappled grass, grazing more to pass the time than anything. Company would do him good, actually.

ooc
muse perty gooood...
words 678 (coding not included)
inspiration aerials - drowning pool; my skin - natalie merchant; which to bury, us or the hatchet? - reliant k
notes aaahhmmm.. nothing really to say. don't abuse my DaeDae e.e THIS THREAD IS OPEN TO ANYONE.

[hossluver]

Fear. A simple word, yet a complex feeling, and one she so often experienced. Dark brown eyes rolling in terror, blood pounding through her veins, the filly ran through the underbrush, hooves pounding furiously against the dense earth. Some might call her stupid...actually, some did call her stupid. She knew...they said it behind her back, but she knew. This time, however, it was real. Real danger, real fear. Her long legs stretched out, pulling the ground past her with such speed it was almost dizzying to the terrified filly. However, she did not take much notice of this as she tore through the luscious growth. She could almost hear her mother's aggravated voice...

"Now really, Stella, that time there wasn't anything!"
"But mother, I could have sworn! A wolverine, or a puma! I heard it tiptoeing through the trees!"
"Love, it's called the wind. Why do you get so worked up anyways, did you smell it?"
A short pause.
"No."
"Then there wasn't anything to worry about dearest."
She lowered her head with a sigh. She could have sworn there was something.
"But what if it had masked it's scent somehow?"
"Oh honey, we would still smell it. Always trust your nose, remember that. If the air doesn't smell right, then you run. Otherwise, there is nothing out there that will hurt you..."

She could feel the sweat sticking to her coat on her neck and chest as she kept right on running. She wasn't sure how far she had gone, but the terrible stench of the cat still stung her nostrils, making her want to gag. She barely felt the dull stinging on her hindquarters; she had not checked to see if the wounds were serious, but since she was running, she knew they were not. Well, she could have been just so terrified it dulled the pain, but in truth, they were not serious wounds.

The waterfall quite suddenly came into view, as did the brute. She took in the scene; the pool, quiet around the edges, the brute standing on the side of the pool. She decided that the water was safe enough to swim in, and all calculated in fractions of a second, and she leaped into the water. The wretched beast wouldn't follow her there. She felt her head go under for a moment, and for a moment, she panicked, but her hooves found the bottom, and she powered herself to the surface. In several awkward movements, she swam to the edge of the pool and stood there, breathing heavily, ears back, eyes still rolling. It was only then that she really noticed the stallion, but she was far to exhausted to even say hello. A quick glance was all she could muster.

Well, she was pretty good that the cougar was gone, and she felt safe in this pool, with this big, strong stallion here. So, she stood, panting like a dog, desperately trying to catch her breath. Damn it! Why had she run so far? Clearly once she had thrown it off it wouldn't have followed her! Why did she realize this after she was completely winded?

words; 512
muse; lol....pretty good
notes; oh my

[Spoothead ♥]

DAEDALUS

I'LL BE THE ONE TO PROTECT YOU FROM
A WILL TO SURVIVE AND A VOICE OF REASON

Commotion erupted ahead. Pricking his ears and raising his head in curiosity, Dae watched half-amusedly as a little mare, no bigger than the height of his chest, came crashing through the frondescence like something was out to kill her. Well, maybe it was, but he didn't move too fast. She was coming to him. He came forward slowly, waiting until she had half-recovered on the edge of the pool before saying anything. Glancing back the way she came, what with the torn up branches and bushes, Daedalus laughed quietly. "How can such a little mare cause so much damage?" He turned his great head back to her, reaching out steadily to exchange a breath in polite greeting.

"What's got you frightened, little dove?" His tone was gentle, but emotionless, as his father's had always been to others. He had not yet noticed the bleeding cuts on her hindquarters. While waiting for her reply Daedalus studied her silently. She was tall... any other horse that was not his own size was small to him, but he suspected her blood was thorougbred, so she was at least of comparable size to him. Yes, she was a fine specimen. Well built. Pretty eyes like his mother's that he adored. They were rolling in fear, her breathing ragged as she tried to catch it, but even in such a flustered state he knew not to judge her. It was then he noticed her wounds that were beginning to gush again.

"Ah!" he exclaimed, nodding to her. "That's what's got you in a tizzy. They're not serious or deep, but keep them cleaned out for faster healing. An infection would not do you any good." Instantly he knew these were the doings of a big cat, not another equine. If it HAD been another equine, he would have gotten their name, where she came from, and had been off to "settle" the problem. Obviously this girl was still frightened or else she wouldn't have run so far and chosen to stay in his company. Many figured that, because of his burly appearance, Dae would protect them if they needed it or a threat came up. They were right.

He wondered what she thought of him. Hopefully not big and scary. "I am Daedalus," he breathed quietly, dipping his head to the mare respectfully. His body was full of a frightening number of scars. He hoped she would not mind him as being a killer, but rather a big, tough friend.

ooc
muse perty gooood...
words 412 (coding not included)
inspiration miserabile visu - anberlin
notes d'awww they will be so cute together :,D
status? currently w/ Daedalus (Spoot) & StellaByStarlight (hoss). Open.

[hossluver]

Sides heaving, she stood with the water up to her knees. It wasn't until now that she realized how hard she had run. Each breath she took in was unsatisfactory, try as she might, she didn't seem to be able to get enough oxygen to appease her abused lunges. Heart pounding, she felt her knees shaking, and thinking hard, she realized that she had been sprinting for a good ten minutes; probably close to four or five miles she guessed. No wonder. She had nearly run herself to death. Her knees shook slightly and she blinked hard.

Through the spinning woods, and waterfall, she heard the stallion's distant voice; he was laughing at her. Laughing! Then, his voice turned sympathetic, and he seemed to be addressing her on her wounds. Then, through her haze, she caught a name; Daedalus. That's a nice name. She thought. She opened her mouth to reply, but instead she coughed heartily. She was breathing so fast it was scary. She shook her head slightly and weakly, and lifted one foot up to step out of the pool.

All too late she realized it was a bad idea. The rocks were slippery, and her balance was poor, and she stopped, swayed, and keeled over with a loud splash. The poor filly struggled to right herself, with some difficulty, and finally, once on her feet, she jumped out of the water and stood like a foal, still panting hard. She looked up at the stallion.

"Hi," she gasped. "Stella." It was all she could say.

muse; good
words; 255
notes; lol poor Stella

[Spoothead ♥]

He could see it happening in his mind the instant she raised her leg.

"Ay there!" he said quickly, his tone a bit gruff, stepping forward to try to catch her fall. She was kneeling in the water, and he had his forehead against her side. "Come on then," he grunted, pushing back against her to raise her up. Her tired body was dead weight against him, but it was nothing strenuous. Hell, it wasn't even hard. "Up you go, lassie." He pressed his forehead to her shoulder, moving her up as she staggered to her feet.

The little doe was gasping and panting and if he had had eyebrows, Daedalus' would have scuttled high up onto his forehead. "Hi," she said between breaths, "Stella." Pretty name. Sensible for a young girl like her. He would wait to speak again until her breath had been caught. She'd run a long way... she was now near the edge of death and he was surprised blood was not leaking from her nostrils now.

[hossluver]

It wasn't until then that she realized that had she not spent so much of her life running either from things, or purely for the love of speed, she would have keeled over by now, and probably left this stallion not feeling very well. She was very happy that he was there to support her, it was reassuring in a way. Once she was steadied, she looked up at her rescuer. She felt rather embarrassed, but she really couldn't think straight. She gulped, trying to steady her frantic breathing.

"Excuse me," she managed to mumble, her speech a little slurred because she was already breathing in before she finished her sentence. With that, she turned on her unsteady legs and walked away. She walked about fifty feet, and then she turned around and walked back again. Once she was within ten feet of the stallion, she turned around and walked away again. She repeated this motion until she started noticing the results. She wasn't gasping for air anymore, and her heart rate was slowing, and her mind clearing. Her legs still wobbled slightly under her, but she had much more control.

Once she was satisfied, she walked over to the pool, and took a few heavenly gulps of water; the liquid was luscious...it soothed her burning throat, and she could have sworn her whole body hissed the way water does on hot rocks to cool off. After she had drank, she turned, fully conscious to the stallion. He was a tall, jet black stallion with an odd white marking on his face. He sported four white stockings, and was a good looking horse, that much was certain. He definitely had some draft blood in him; most likely Shire.

"Sorry for my little....erm..." she cleared her throat awkwardly. It still burned, and her voice was slightly hoarse. "It's nice to meet you Daedalus." It wasn't until that moment that the young mare realized what a dreadful mess she was. She was soaked to the bones in sweat and water, and she stood a little awkwardly, like a newborn foal that hadn't quite figured out it's legs yet. her long forelock was wet and fell in all different directions, but one could call it pretty, in a funny, very wet way. However, she decided that she wasn't going to venture to shake herself off...she didn't quite trust her legs.

muse; pretty good
words; 394 (not countin codes)
notes; haha