Post by Autumn's Nightmare on Jan 25, 2009 19:46:14 GMT -5
"Good morning, Akuji." She smiled at him. She tried not to think of her dream, it hurt too much. She looked away, almost ashamed of herself. "He is...something of an enemy..." Her horse half shook, her legs stiff. She walked over to the corner and took off her shirt, and replaced it with her armor. It was cold, and she closed her eyes at the few moments of pain the cold pressed on her body. She turned around and started to pack up. She brushed out her hair, and left it down, as always. She grabbed a hold of the pick and easily dug out the remnants of the earth. She put it back on the dresser. In less than 10 minutes, she was ready to go. It was obvious she was in a hurry. "Ready?" She looked up at him; her eyes looked heavy with a restless sleep.
Before he could answer, she loaded her stuff and hurried out of the door. She stood outside, waiting for him. She looked from side to side, praying that the stallion would not see her. "Elu!" A booming voice echoed down the hall. She looked at the direction of the voice.
Another centaur cantered up to her. His skin was tanned, and built heavily with muscle. His horse half was a dark ebony color, with a gleaming blue hue to it. He was built for speed, which was obvious. His body was lean, but slender. He was a Thoroughbred, Quarter Horse mix, with some paint linage. Elu glared at him. "What do you want, Brutus?" He smirked at her brutality. "I see that my darling has not changed at all." He put his hand around her waist, his amber eyes glaring into hers; his black, thick hair was straight and went down past his human half. His features were fine, and most mares would have given their hind legs to be in her spot. She put her hands on his chest, trying to push him away. "I am not yours, and nor will I ever be. Unhand me." He pawed at the ground with amusement. "Come now, I doubt you have forgotten what we had in the past?" She brought her hand away and punched him square in the jaw. He stumbled some, but did not let his grip go. "Let go of me you sick bastard!" She brought her front leg up, trying to cuff his leg. He swiftly pulled his leg back, avoiding it. "Same old tricks, darling?" His eyes were darker with hate, he was violent, and he was intent on getting what he wanted. He easily pushed her up against the wall, his hand now on her throat. She grasped at his hand, unable to breathe. She brought her hand down, trying to grab for her weapon, but it was too late. Brutus grabbed a hold of it and threw it on the ground. “Glad you came alone.” She managed to speak, although quietly. “You’ll be sorry for thinking that.” Her eyes were dark still, this time with not only some fear, but more anger.
Before he could answer, she loaded her stuff and hurried out of the door. She stood outside, waiting for him. She looked from side to side, praying that the stallion would not see her. "Elu!" A booming voice echoed down the hall. She looked at the direction of the voice.
Another centaur cantered up to her. His skin was tanned, and built heavily with muscle. His horse half was a dark ebony color, with a gleaming blue hue to it. He was built for speed, which was obvious. His body was lean, but slender. He was a Thoroughbred, Quarter Horse mix, with some paint linage. Elu glared at him. "What do you want, Brutus?" He smirked at her brutality. "I see that my darling has not changed at all." He put his hand around her waist, his amber eyes glaring into hers; his black, thick hair was straight and went down past his human half. His features were fine, and most mares would have given their hind legs to be in her spot. She put her hands on his chest, trying to push him away. "I am not yours, and nor will I ever be. Unhand me." He pawed at the ground with amusement. "Come now, I doubt you have forgotten what we had in the past?" She brought her hand away and punched him square in the jaw. He stumbled some, but did not let his grip go. "Let go of me you sick bastard!" She brought her front leg up, trying to cuff his leg. He swiftly pulled his leg back, avoiding it. "Same old tricks, darling?" His eyes were darker with hate, he was violent, and he was intent on getting what he wanted. He easily pushed her up against the wall, his hand now on her throat. She grasped at his hand, unable to breathe. She brought her hand down, trying to grab for her weapon, but it was too late. Brutus grabbed a hold of it and threw it on the ground. “Glad you came alone.” She managed to speak, although quietly. “You’ll be sorry for thinking that.” Her eyes were dark still, this time with not only some fear, but more anger.