Horse Whispers (Maeve)

[Faerydae Moriarty]

It had never been this bad before. Never. Silver was rushing through the woods, the branches of the trees and bushes clawing at his white hide but hardly doing damage. Every few seconds, he felt his head keep on turning ever so slightly so he could glance back at his human, who hung over his neck, her hands loosely intertwined in his mane. He had been running hard for half a day now, but it was hard with her weight, it almost felt like dead weight, but the horse did not wish to think of her like that, he didn’t want to believe that he failed her. His legs extended, his hooves like daggers against the ground as he practically flew over the forest floor, interweaving himself between the trees, “Silver,” came the mumble of a voice now, his ears twitched at his name, a low whicker escaping him, “Please, stop.” But he didn’t want to, they had to find help, but as he could feel her grip becoming even looser now, Silver knew that if he continued going, she was certain to fall off. His pace began to slow down, it was neither sudden nor quick, he took his time, still hoping to carry them a little further before she grew any weaker.

The white horse came to a halt now, standing besides an ancient oak tree. It stood tall and proud, looming over everything else with its gnarled roots that looked like protective arms. Her weight shifted and Silver feared her slipping, so he knelt himself down by the roots, allowing her to slide off and hit the ground gently, but even then, his human hardly looked in control. Liquid amber eyes stared at her in worry as she rested herself up against the tree, nestled in two of its roots. The young woman looked sickly pale, almost as white as her hair and caused the newly formed bruises to stand out like eye sores, and her breath as shallow as a dying wind. But that was not what made him so worried, it was her hand clenching at her side. Blood was spilling onto the forest floor, and it seeped through her cloth. It was not a good sign, especially when her ice blue eyes were locked on his side for a moment before she closed them, “I stained you, Silver…I’m so sorry.” He turned his head, glancing towards his shoulder blade now to glance at what she had spoken of.

Her blood was on his coat, staining into his white fur. It made him nothing more than nervous now and his eyes glanced to his legs now, where there was more blood seeping in, but it was not hers, but the men’s. His ears flatten at the thought of those men, ambushing them such. It had caught Silver completely off guard; they had attacked him as well, placing ropes around him while they attacked his human. Her screams and sobs still haunted and echoed in his mind, never before had Silver felt so ashamed of himself, to let her get hurt. The men were becoming more dangerous, and it made him wonder if her king still knew that she was alive. Either that, or people were just becoming more lustful. All of these nomads and passerby’s within the woods. Silver had thought Balor’s forests were ugly enough with its beasts, but clearly, it was men who he had to heed to more than the common animal. He took a step towards her, his head falling down and his muzzle nuzzling her cheek, blowing hot air against her cool skin.

Her free hand reached up slightly and weakly stroked his cheek, her head turning against his own, “Silver…” she murmured, not even really meaning anything about it, all what it was bring her comfort to know that he was there with her. The horse remained silent for a moment, she would not die. He saved her before, he would save her again. Lifting his head, he glanced back in the direction from which they came. The horse knew the men would not come; they were lying dead on the forest floor, with broken bones and shattered skulls. They deserved it for what they had done to his human, and Silver could only hope that their afterlife was even worse. Even though they were gone though, he still felt nervous about leaving her hear, who’s to say she wouldn’t take her own life? Everything seemed hopeless at the moment, she was loosing far too much blood and she must not only be in pain from that, but also from the beatings. His head turned back towards her, a slight whicker escaping him, wondering if she would respond, hoping that maybe he could will her to climb upon his back once again.

Ice blue eyes fluttered open to stare at him, “You have to go Silver…just don’t…don’t go to the city,” she managed to say, fighting the urge to fall asleep. Silver was still staring at her; she knew he was torn on what to do, worried about her, although, he finally moved. He could not wait any longer to worry about her, the horse could only put trust in her that she would do nothing of the sorts to bring harm to herself. Quickly, the horse launched himself forward through the forest, hoping that he would find somebody of trust. He wished that he could venture into the city, even if it was Balor, it would be easier. If he could have run into Kay, Silver was certain that he could get the human to come. He was the only one of his human’s bloodline that still loved her. He stumbled through the woods, his body wet with sweat now, amber eyes wild looking. There was a sound that caught the horse, and he came to an abrupt stop, glancing over. Through the trees, he could see another shape, white as him. Quickly, Silver moved towards it, breaking through the brush to come into another horse now.

Amber eyes stared at it. The horse was as white as him, but Silver knew that this was not of the elder breed, and yet, there was something special about the horse. Like Silver, he was different from the normal horses of Albion. A frantic whinny escaped Silver now, ‘Can you help my human?’

Timeline; Whenever
Tags; Maeve
Notes; I honestly could not think of a title XD And i felt like putting my intro from Silver POV, just because.
Music: Evenstar - Lotr soundtrack

[Maeve]

The Forest of Balor; a place infamous for dangerous creatures and posing threats. It was not however the first time Maeve was journeying through it. She had come through these woods many times before, and never alone. While she was not overly afraid, she was not too reckless when it came to such situations. She had her fair share of encounters with lurkers and potential danger that she seldom ever came here alone. Today, she was in the company of Mirshann, Haldir and Poldora. Poldora remained by the river, allowing its rider, Haldir, to set up the fire as they were making camp. Maeve was busying herself with unpacking what few belongings they carried so that once the food was cooked, they could just easily put it into plates and peacefully enjoy their meal. It had been a long day of traveling, and all four of them were tired; in dire need of a break.

Maeve looked up at Mirshann who began to step away from the camp. Mae tyri a' i' estolad She warned the white horse. Poldora was far too distracted drinking his fill from the river to accompany the white horse, so Mirshann ventured on his own. As warned by Maeve, he did not travel too far. Just far enough to hear the distant sound of other hooves stampeding against the ground. Mirshann's attention was completely focused on the nearby presence and followed the sound to soon come across another magnificient white horse. The sound that escaped the stranger, and the intense look in his eyes, told Mirshann everything he need know about the situation. A horse such as this was not without a master. It's rider was somewhere, out there, and it was clear that whoever it was, was in need of help. Mirshann lifted up his head before lowering it in a strange sort of bow and then raced off in the direction from which it came.

Charging through the bushes, Mirshann quickly raced towards Maeve, the look of desperation in its eyes. Maeve immediately rose to her feet, seeing this unease in Mirshann. Shar air ta' Mirshann? She asked but Mirshann wished to waste no time. It let out a whimper, looking to Poldora who's attention had already diverted from the cool liquid to his troubled friend. This gaze between them was clear; Haldir was to go with them. Maeve turned to look at Haldir, who was already mounting onto Poldora, and Maeve did the same on Mirshann. Saji amin a' sen tia mellon. And with those words, Mirshann raced on ahead, Poldora following close alongside him. The distance was not far, as Maeve's eyes came across another white beast of magnificence. Something was wrong; she could sense immense distress from this animal. Her eyes slightly widened in fear of what was happening, and she just waited, to see where and if the horse would lead them to where they clearly needed to go.

(( I didn't want to god mod Silver, so I'm going to let him lead the way If you want to say that they just followed him until he lead them to Faerydae, that's fine! Since it'll probably give you more to reply with!! ))

[Faerydae Moriarty]

Silver remained still, staring at the other white stallion now waiting for an answer. He did not get a vocal one though, only one in a swift movement of a bow before he rushed off from where he came from. The stallion stood still, glancing around the woods. Each snap of a twig by some small animal causing the horse to glance around wildly to see if it were more men, as if they had risen from their bloody graves. Silver was still nervous about his human, he was uncertain of what he would do without her. While she did not own him, and he was technically still wild, she had made such an impact on his life that he would have never expected, which, was quite ironic since it was he who had stopped her from ending her life. There was another snap, and Silver nearly jumped, his ears flatten as he turned his head to see who was coming only to see the white horse again, but he was not alone now. There were riders with him, and amber eyes eyed them wearily for a second before turning swiftly and heading into the woods.

Once again, the branches were tearing at his hide and his mane and tail, but Silver hardly paid attention. He felt as if his hooves were carrying him over the ground, as if he were flying. Any fallen tree that came in his way, he quickly hurtled himself over it and every so often, glance over his shoulder to make sure that the others were still following him. It was such a strange thing to have other horses keeping up with him, usually they could not. The funny thing was about those humans, or, well, perhaps a better term would be two leggers, for they felt different to him than Faerydae did. Silver just couldn’t place a thought on it for now. Up ahead, he saw the large tree now and its twisted roots and quickly, he sped up to get to her faster. Dirt and grass flew as he slid to a stop, his hooves like daggers upon earth’s body now. Amber eyes settled on his human, nestled into the roots. She looked even worse, like death itself and her breath had slowed down. A nervous whicker could not help but to escape the horse as he glanced back towards the others now before stepping over the roots to her.

Lowering his head, his velvety muzzle pressed up against her cheek and rubbed her slightly, hoping to stir her. Pulling back, amber eyes just rested on her now, waiting for something to happen. The smallest of movement escaped her and her head turned, eyes fluttering open to stare at her companion now, “Silver..?” she murmured, hardly recognizing her own voice. Moving made her weaker, and yet, her motivation to move was hardly there anymore. The young woman found it far easier to just let herself drift away and never wake up again. Hearing sound, her gaze slowly moved to where it was coming from, startled to see people there now. It made her wonder if Silver had found them by some chance, and to her, they didn’t seem real. Perhaps she was hallucinating though, her blood loss was great and her head seemed to rattle about in such a way. The people with Silver did not seem real, or well, they did not seem like people to her. Faerydae did not want them to see her like this; she never liked people seeing her at all though.

They looked royal to her too, that was all she needed. Nobles and royalty were hardly sympathetic to her, not that Faerydae could really blame them, not with her story of betrayal. Still, people just made her nervous. One never knows what a true individual is capable of doing, whether in society's eye or not. Another nervous whinny escaped Silver as she tried to move and he danced about her even though he didn't need to. Her legs and arms felt like metal, too heavy to move in her state and the world was spinning. Her eyes glanced down at her side now, her hand clutching it and the blood seeping out everywhere, but it wasn't just from her side, but also from her legs. Markings of black and blue appearing against her skin. Faerydae could hardly concentrate now, it was becoming too hard with blood loss and her worries and fears began to melt away when everything turned black.

Notes; Oh, that's okay =] You could have godmoded him if you wanted, but thank you! My endings's a little iffy, but she passed out. I usually write a lot better than this, but tiring day.

[Maeve]

They had not been riding too long until the source of the horse's distress was found. A young woman was lying on the ground, and Maeve could feel so many different things emanating from her: the most dominant was the pain and weakness she was currently experiencing. Before Mirshann even came to a full halt, Maeve practically glided off the animal, and rush towards the woman, falling to her knees. Her eyes filled with tears upon witnessing and feeling the pain from her. The poor dear! Concern filled her eyes, but she withheld touching her for she knew just upon first glance that her injuries were too deep for Maeve to heal on her own. As each faery possessed healing abilities, they only went to a certain extent and Haldir's was the strongest. Which was why she was so utterly relieved that he had come with her.

It had not taken him long to join her side, going to his knees. There was the unwavering stern look in his eyes as he looked down at the woman. He knew the situation well enough to know what needed to be done. [color=plumRe air thadol, Maeve said in a soft, yet desperate whisper. Haldir did not say anything. He placed his hand on the woman's forehead and closed his eyes. He then proceeded to speak under his breath, foreign yet poetic words. They were ones that would hopefully pull her from the darkness she was currently dwelling in and pull her back to the lightness of this world. Maeve watched, subconsciously holding her breath out of fear and the anxiety of unknowing whether they had gotten to her in time.

After several moments of deeply whispered words, Haldir opened his eyes. Meave looked at him, awaiting his answer... as if everything was hanging on to the words he would soon speak. Lye tasti a' he' ber e' coiasira. Maeve felt herself quietly breath a massive sigh of relief. Re shor shi tereva, he added on for extra confirmation. Maeve could not yet smile, though she was beyond happy that the young woman had survived... that she would live. Once this certainty was made, Haldir rose to his feet. Maeve did not need to ask where he was going. He did not enjoy the company of humans, and she of course respected that. While his actions showed he was not cold hearted, he was not as welcoming to them as she... hence the reason he pretended not to speak English in their presence. He would not be far, Maeve knew that. But with Poldora, he rode off into the near distance. Out of sight, but not out of full reach.

Maeve however, remained knelt next to the woman and her companion. She looked to the horse for a moment while she spoke her next words. She will live, she said informatively. She then turned her gaze back down, to the girl and gently took the stranger's hand in her own. Come out from the darkness, Maeve urged the softest of voices; trying to pull her back to consciousness. As a faery with the power of illusion, Maeve could enter her dreams, but hopefully there would be no need for that right now. Hopefully, she could return in a more natural way. For it will not consume you today. It was not her day to pass on from this life... thankfully. She looked so young; far too young to have been the victim of such brutality. It only caused Maeve more heartache to think of what she was forced to endure. For even if they could help her now, nothing would take away her memory from having experienced such a vicious attack.

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