Posts by ~Raven~

Austin, was still asleep. He had worked the night shift the night before in order to have today off, which was not something his supervisor was very proud of but gave him the day anyway. He was beyond exhausted, his body ached, and the steely-blue eyes remained closed as an arm was slung over his face so his eyes were covered from the soft light of the early morning creeping into the bedroom. Austin slowly rolled, reaching for his lover as he did to find she wasn't in bed. His eyes cracked slightly as he tried to blink the sleep from them.

The steely-blue eyes watched as she slipped into a dress... more specifically the dark purple one. He loved that one on her, and he watched as she struggled slightly with the zipper before moving as quietly as he could to come up behind her. His lips gently kissing her neck as his fingers played with the zipper, "I love that dress on you, Cece..." he mumbled lightly as he gently helped with the zipper. The nickname was something he had given her years ago, and it had kind of stuck. He would switch between that one and another often, but most times it ended up as 'Cece' of simply 'C'. "May I ask where we are going for you to pull this dress out...." He moved so he stood in front of her now, his hands gently settling on the small of her back as he kept her close to him. He wore nothing but blacl boxers, which wasn't unusual for him to sleep in. He gave her a small smirk of a smile before pulling away. "What do I need to wear, M'Lady?" He asked his teasing and playful voice coming out as he turned towards his closet.

Austin was slightly confused by her comment of a surprise for him. He often found her various small things for Valentine's day... like a bag of her favorite expensive candies, a bouquet of flowers (with at least one flower in it thay was her favorite), and often times he would also take her out to eat. More recently he has been attempting to cook on Valentine's Day for her. His confusion remained before he nodded and found a nice pair of black pants, and a dark blue button down shirt with a matching dark blue and silver polka dot tie. He found his dress shoes and headed sownstairs, making sure to bang on his little sister's door to get her up for school as he went past. "Ellie, get up! You're gonna be late!" He yelled as he banged on the door of his younger sister's room in his house.

He was greatful that they had gotten this house before his parents had gotten into the car crash that had killed them. As it made it a little easier to move Elleanor into one of the three spare bedrooms of their four bedroom home. His brother had a room as well here for when he visited from college but otherwise it mostly played as a guest room. He moved past and down the steps. His nose catching the smell of.... no.... what the hell time was up? He thought as he moved into the kitchen to find Cecilia setting up breakfast. Which included the blueberry muffins and strawberry pancakes. "What time were you up?" He couldn't help the laugh of surprise as he moved into the kitchen. "You're making me look bad for not having a better Valentine's Day planned for you." He shook his head with a laugh but koved to help her finish setting the table.

His steely-blue eyes looked up as he turned to watch his younger sister dart from the house with a yell of, "Lova!" He wanted to yell something back but the front door already banged shut. He looked back to Cecilia and asked, "Am I doing something wrong? I feel like her and I should be closer." Which Ellie and Him had been before the accident. But after the accident last year and him taking his sister in so he was her guardian she often fought with him. And it confused the hell out of poor Austin.

Austin hesitated, glancing back through the house towards the front door. He nodded at her words, but he was still struggling with various things about why he has Ellie. In fact, he often blammed himself, not that he told Cecilia that. But Ellie pinned it on him, which didn't help either and was partly why their relationship crumbled after his parents' deaths. He sat down with nod.

They'll work through it together. Just like they always have. He gave a small smile as she kissed the top of his head and went to reach and pulled her into him but she was already across the table before he could gently pull her into his lap. Picking up a blueberry muffin he smiled and asked, slicing tge muffin so he could put butter on it, "So where are we going that I have to look fancy and you are in a beautiful purple dress?" He asked, flashing a smirk to her. Before adding, "oh! Stay there!" He got up and left to disappear into the garage before returning with a bouquet of flowers, her favorite candies and small box holding a simple silver locket. He set the flowers on the table, as they came in a vase wrapped in a large red bow and then the candies in front of her along with the small box before moving to the seat beside her instead of across from her. His ryes lit up as he watched. He was hoping she liked the locket, he had been debating between silver and gold for a while and settled on silver with it engraved on both sides. The one side held the date he asked her out in sophomore year. The otherside held a simple line from the song they loved to dance to. Inside he had gotten two pictures fitted. One was senior year prom when they kissed because they won Class King and Queen. The otherside was more recent. It was from one of her modeling jobs when he had surprised her with flowers on her birthday.

He shifted as he watched her open the long box. He was terrified that she wouldn't like it. And him shifting slightly in his seat was evidence to that.

Austin shifted and leaned back slightly when he watched his girlfriend get up and move towards him. Then she sat on his lap. That was not something she usually did. Her hands cupped his face and kissed him, and he couldn't really help himself. His own hands back up to cup her face as he kissed her back, matching he passionate kisses with his own. One hand moved into her hair while the other moved around her back in an attempt to pull her closer than she already was. He couldn't help the small hum, or maybe it was moan, he didn't know that escaped him.

He was getting a head of himself as he found his fingers trailing down her sides to land on her hips. "Damn it, C, you're driving me crazy." He mumbled out through broken kisses, but he knew she could already tell as his kisses had changed from sweet to more reckless, rough, and pleading. He was begging for more with each kiss. Each kiss slightly rougher, slightly more filled with want than the last. He was trying his best to keep himself under control but damn did he want her right there. "Please." He begged between kisses as one hand's fingers ran circles on her right hip and the other was now at the hem of the dress, playing and fiddling with the fabric and skin. He pulled his mouth from her and trailed kisses along her jaw line before back to her lips.

He pulled back now, opening his eyes to watch her for a moment. His eyes held excitement, want, or maybe it was need, and love. His lips crashed back onto her's and his hands were back up to cup her face. He was trying to change the control of the situation to him, but knew if she told him no he would stop. His fingers moved to her hair, running them through her long black hair now, as his mouth moved from hers to kiss her face, jaw, and neck before back at her lips. His hand moved down to her waist now, as he smirked against her lips. He gently picked her up and turned her slightly so she was now seated on the table. He followed her as he stood from his chair to keep kissing her, forgetring that there was things on the table.

Audtin hummed, or moaned when she gently tugged his hair when he found a spot she liked. However the yelp that came from Cecilia startled him and he pulled back sharply, taking her in before spotting the syrup on her hand. He couldn't help the laugh that escaped and gently planted a kiss on her lips as he gently untangled her legs from around his waist. He stepped away towards the sink where he wet a papertowel with warm water. "Any other unexpected surprises?" He laughed lightly as he returned to her, giving her the wet paper towel to at least wipe her hand with before she got syrup all over. He smiled at her before adding, "And what next?" He asked watching her curiously.

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Maeve - Mare

The Dapple Grey Capaill uisce only took a step backwards before rearing up herself. "Sometimes it's fun to torment them...." she replied, clearly referring to the humans and more specifically those who try to tame the Capaill uisce. But she found it fun, amusing, and a game to let the humans 'catch her' before she took them for a swim by plunging into the icey waters. She was immature, and it was evident as she reared up, challenging Corr as her hpoves slammed down into the sand once more. Almost daring him to do something about her crossing his territory.

Her ears pricked slightly at the sound of the scream, and she turned her head spot a human falling off another Water Horse. She snorted in amusement, "See, it's amusing to torment them." She commented to Corr before her attention was drawn to movement, before the mare could fully figure out what the movemdnt had been the bells were ringing in her ears. The dark grey fuzzy ears pinned back instinctively once more as she stamped and pawed the ground in aggrivation before rearing up, her front hooves striking out towards Corr and Rhydian. Her hooves slammed down in the sand, and she repeated several times before backing up, her large head tucking in towards her neck as she did before swinging her massive neck and head as she felt several things (ropes), she didn't have a word for them, fall around her neck. That was new. She kicked out with her hind legs, in an attempt to strike one of the land horses and even spun sharply to bite for the rider of one.

The ringing in Maeve's ears was relentless, and all it did was aggitate the mare further. She bucked, and lunged to bite, and even reared up multiple times. She reared again, and this time threw herself forward, gaining a little ground as the ropes dug into her smooth grey neck. The white face was swung again for another bite but was pulled backwards ever so slightly by a rope.

The mare turned now, her dark eyes landed on the girl. Her ears pinned back as she bared and gnashed her teeth together. Her white face swung to now face Corr, her ears pinned back as she pawed the ground in irritability. Her current 'temper trantum' seemed to be over after a good ten to fifteen minutes of fighting against the ropes as the mare panted, her attention moving back to the girl wtih dark hair.

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I sink into him, heart pounding as I feel Michael's arms wrap around me once more. It's soothing to know he was there, and my own arms wraped around him, clutching him like he was my life support. He kind of was in that moment. My face burries into his chest, breathing in his smell in when I hear his question of what is going on. How to explain. That was something I wasn't sure how to do. Part me didn't fully understand what was happening either. I look up at him before pulling slightly from the embrace to pull him towards the couch once more. I sit down, crossing my legs, and wait for him to sit before I move so I can face him.

Where do I start? I guess the beginning of when he left would be smart, but my throat felt like it closed up or maybe it went dry at the thought of telling him everything. So I don't need to right? Whatever happened that I didn't tell him, he doesn't need to know now. Right? I open my mouth to speak and it feels dry as my heart is pounding and I have no clue how to start. Then my mouth is moving before I can think of words, "After you left, I ended up slipping back into my lovely depression... well more like I slipped back into what it was Freshman year. Our friends noticed it and had me with them as much as possible." I explained. Freshman year of high school had been rough. Extremely rough for me. Between my parents fighting constantly, my brother and I fighting, and my now ex boyfriend being abusive it was rough. I still have the scars along my legs from then and even new ones since. At least until I met Michael, who helped me through a lot of it. I found i wasn't talking so I continued, "About a month after you left, our friends decided to drag me off to various bars for various reasons. Said I needed to get out and enjoy myself more." My forehead scrunched lightly before I continued, "Charlie, was a friend of Jacob's. You know the super skinny one taller than you?" Most of our friends were mutual friends now, so I figured he knew.

"Anyway, Charlie joined several of the parties that I went to, and even trailed us to thd bar. None of us really thought anything of it..." I know my voice trailed off. How could it not be hard to talk about? I confided in my brother, and his brother and the two even threatened Charlie but he wouldn't back off. I had gone to the cops asking for a restraining order, but it took far too long to get so I decided to deal without one. My fingers fiddled with the hem of the tshirt i wore, a nervous habit. "Until... about a year maybe year and a half after you left. He started following me. He would show up here. Your brother and Mine came to my rescue on more than one occassion because he wouldn't leave." I took a shaky breath, as I skipped over the several times that Charlie had pushed his way into the apartment like he had done just a few moments ago. Of course, he had taken it a lot further than Michael allowed.... all the way to be exact. "You're brother and Mine have slept here on more than one occassion because I was terrified that he would break my door down." That was just the tip of the iceburg, and as my blue eyes watched Michael I felt tears sting my eyes as they started to form.

I hesutated before moving forward on the couch and curling into Michael's side. I did not dare tell him about Charlie raping me. Surely he would leave if he did. His fiance couldn't even defend herself, yeah he would leave. I'm sure of it.

Austin had a slughtly confused look. Movie? What movie was she talking about? He couldn't remember what movie she had wanted to see recently that they hadn't gotten a chance to go to the theater for. Maybe it was that dog movie. He hummed as he watched her before she added about tonight. He smirked, "Oh so plans other than breakfast and a movoe today?" He teased lightly before kissing her gently.

However her sudden demand from the fifteen minute departure threw him off. "Okay, let me just run upstairs to grab my jacket." He said. "Want me to grab your jacket?" He moved from the kitchen and up the stairs to grab his matching black blazer. He paused at his closet, rummaging for a moment before tucking something into the inner breast pocket of his nice jacket. He grabbed hers(if she said yes), before heading back downstairs wearing his nice jacket.

"Where to, M'Lady?" He asked with a toothy cheesey smile as he offered her his arm like a much older gentleman would with his wife or date. Austin reached for his old Ford Bronco keys that sat in the bowl by the door, slowly collecting dust as he was refusing to get rid of the old truck but has since transferred to using a new Ford Explorer. By old. It was old easily 21 years old, and he had bought it from his parents during highschool. Which was part of why he couldn't give it up. Too many fun and entertaining and stupid things done in that truck. However, when not headed to work, he often grabbed the keys to the Bronco. "Can i know where we are going?"

"He didn't hurt you did he?" Michael's voice rung in my ears. I couldn't help the silent tears that fell now as I gave the smallest of nods to his question. He seemed to try to reassure me. I looked up towards him from where I had my head against his chest from curling into his side. He had what seemed like a glassed over look like he was somewhere else.

"You okay?" I ask quietly, and watch as I see various emotions flash across his features. I simply wrapped my arms around him the best I could. I wasn't sure what else to do. When he snapped back to reality he gave me a kiss on the top of my head again, but I could see the tears threatening in his eyes. I closed my eyes, as I moved so I sat across his lap, my head resting in the crook of his neck. "I'm sorry..." I mumble out. I'm not exactly sure why I am saying it. Maybe because i can't defend myself. Maybe because I couldn't do anything when Chatlie forced himself on me on more than one occassion. Maybe it was because I didn't know what he had just experienced in the last few minutes of him staring out the window and me not sure how to help him. Or maybe because I slipped back into my depression. I have no idea, I just felt like I needed to apologize.

My arms wrapped around his neck. I mumbled out, "I'm sorry," at least three more times as my tears slowly became sobs as I clung tightly to my fiancé. I knew he figured out what Charlie did, or maybe he didn't but threatened to kill Charlie anyway. I don't know for sure, but I do know Michael wouldn't just blindly threaten someone. But then again the Michael I knew left four years ago. I know there are things going on in his head that I will not, and maybe never, fully understand. But he was my Michael, with a few new things I needed to learn about him.

I remained quiet, clinging to him, happy he was home but yet worried about what he thought of my situation, or what he knew of it anyway. I can't tell if the tears are because he is home, or because of what just happened between him and Charlie. I don't know. I pull back slightly to watch him, nervous butterflies riddled my stomach like it was the first time we ever spoke to each other. The butterflies kept me from leaning in and planting a kiss on his lips, but my eyes were puffy and blotchy from the tears, and my fingers moved to lightly run over his eyes as I could tell tears were pricking his eyes too.

//that's alright :) I'm falling asleep so I'm sorry for any bad spelling and shortness//

Austin shook his head, handing over the jacket. But as she snatched the keys from him and grabbed her own he went to object, as she dragged him from the house. "I'm older than you by three months." He pouted at her. He knew the kiddo remark referred to his childlike features, and frankly he couldn't help that. He looked like an idiot with a beard, and a teen without one. He couldn't win. He climbed into the passenger side of the Range Rover and asked, "Where are we going, Cecilia?" He had a toothy smile, but couldn't help the curiosity.

He decided to start guessing, "Dancing? Or... a photoshoot, but your off today." He commented, "Maybe it is to that fancy Italian Place we love to go to." The fancy italian place was named Cafe Picasso, and was started by a little italian husband and wife duo who were fresh off the boat from italy. All the recipes were authentic, whicb was why most people dressed up as it was more expensive.

"A bag? Aren't we coming back later tonight?" He asked as he observed the fact she had a packed bag in the now backseat. He had an eyebrow raised as he watched her. Before offering, "I can drive you know. You don't have to do everything today." He smiled gently as he leaned on the console between them with his left arm as he watched her.

Maeve - Mare

The dapple watched as the girl approached, her ears remaining flat against her head as the girl moved closer. Her attention moving to the other land horses who were just as rowdy at the moment. She could hear the shoyts of the men, and then Maeve realized how close the girl had gotten. Her raised up, out of reach as she watched the girl with a threatening posture. Maeve's ears flicked forward as she locked eyes with the girl as a calmness washed over the mare. That was way too new for her liking. But she also knew that the girl in front of her was her rider.

"Maeve." The word was clear as day. And the Dapple lowered her large head slightly out of curiosity, ears listening to the girl, and no longer pinned against the back of her head. At the "Don't give up yet." She felt an urge to please the girl, and frankly she wasn't sure if she liked that feeling. The girl wanted her to do something, what? Fight against the ropes? She could do that. But it would only be useful if she could break them or pull them from the men, which was harder than Maeve originally thought. Yet the urge to try to please the human was strong, besudes she wasn't sure that those men were with the girl, judging by how they were yellong at the dark haired human.

She reared up, crashing down, flinging her head hard from side to side. She made sure not to hit the girl as she reared up before starting her bucking once more. Her hind legs thrashing out behind her with each buck. Again Maeve was lunging for a land horse that a rope was attached to. The other ropes digging into her neck, as she continued her bucking, screeching, and rearing. The Mare was not entirely sure why she wanted to follow the girl's orders. She knew she would want to if she found her rider, but it was still a strange feeling for the young mare. Her ears were pinned back once more as she yanked one of the ropes from a man on a horse with one of her lunges. The shouts of the men were not something she enjoyed, and she barely missed a land horse with her powerful kick during her fit.

Through her screeching sounding screams as she fought against the ropes made it clear she wasn't happy and would, and could, kill someone during her fit if given the chance to. Her ears would occassionally flick in the direction of the girl, but otherwise remain pinned back as she lunged, charged, striked, and attempted to bite not only the land horses the ropes led to but the riders as well. Her hoves stomping against the ground, kicking up the sand with each movement.

track!!! I wants to find a good picture of my charrie :)

I am like super excited!!

Name: Amelia Jane Kenny

Nicknames: Amy, AJ, and Kenny

Age: seventeen

High School Year: senior

Reason for Move: Dad is in Airforce and gets moved around a lot

Basics: observant, brash, sharp-tongued, and outgoing (pretty much tends to make a statement because of her attitude)

FaceClaim: Bailee Madison

not sure where you would like to start. So do you mind starting us off? :)

Amelia trudged alongside her best friend, lightly giving him/her a shove as they poked fun about her current job situation. She was an EMT, and proud of it, granted she currently hated her partner she was stuck with but it was supposed to be only temproary until her partner came back off of materinty leave. "Well, what about you!?" She shot back, "for all i know you could just be off trudging through the woods all day. At least you know what I do."

Her friend rarely spoke of their job, which she often respected until he/she poked fun about her being an EMT while she was putting herself through nursing school. She talked about it anytime they were together, and he often changed the topic when she brought up his line work. Amelia's flash light lit up the ground, and even then she managed to stumble slightly over a root. She really had to be more careful, that was how she twisted her ankle in high school. She caught herself as they continued on. "You know. I was thinking." She knew his comment of 'uh-oh'was coming so she continued, "We should go on a day trip this summer. Down to the beach. We haven't done that in years, (y/c). It'd be nice to actually have a full day to just hang out like we used to in high school. She flashed a toothy grin over at him as she stumbled again. She was by far the clutz, and had a record going on 'dumb ways to fall'. Tree roots, ants, and door jams tended to be her downfalls she constantly was tripping over them but it never bothered her overly cheerful mood.

Her eyes moved from him to the forest around them as they headed up the mountain side. "I've been studying my lovely constellations. I can point out a bunch now." She grinned as she looked up into the sky that had milions scattered across the sky. It was a bonus of their small town being away from any major cities, every night the stars came out and would light up the sky.

// peachrosie sorry for the short post half asleep and I am horrible at starting post :/ //

at work, my response is like taking forever to type up :/

//hahaha work took forever today! We fell behind, caught up, and then fell behind again before we finally finished.//

"You know, I still have no clue what you do." Amelia spoke but could almost sense something shifted in her friend's behavior. Thinking it was nothing she continued, "well, we could do a bunch of stuff. Oh! You, mister, have some splain' to do. Why can't I just show up at your work but you can show up at mine? I feel like as your bestie I should be allowed to show up and give you a hard time at work." Amelia pouted as she looked over at him. She could have sworn she felt eyes on her, and looked to her right, but not seeing anything she looked back to Eli.

She trudged through the dark forest, her mind taking her back to when they were in high school and the two would sneak out because one or both was grounded and not allowed to be outside unless it was for school. She snickered at one memory where she even fell and twisted her ankle, ruining their 'sneaking out' as she had to go back home only to be caught going through the front door. She looked to Elliot and said, "Remember when i twisted my ankle because we were sneaking out?" She couldn't help the laugh that escaped as she spoke.

"You okay?" She asked, noticing a clear shift now in her friend. Did she do something? She wasn't sure, but he was acting funny now and she had to bring it up. Like how could she not? She swiped a dark lock of hair from her face, before giving up and tossing her hair into a pony tail with her bright green scrunchie. "You're acting funny, Eli." She added as flicked the flash light off. Which honestly was probably not the best idea but she would only find that out later, but at the moment she had no need for the light unless it was to see the roots she would end up tripping over anyway.

Plot:

My character: I can play either villian or hero (both of my potential charries are below). Partly hoping to play Villian, but will play hero. Please have a guy as your main character we can also play other 'background' characters for our characters to interact with so it is not just our two characters.

Please advanced; which for me is about 3-4 paragraphs per post. More is welcome and the more you type the easier it is to respond.

Please have a guy hero/villian, just post a simple form like mine and I will start us off :)

We will be starting with after an all night of crime/hero fighting and they are patching each other up.

They are attracted to each other and have a history of having one night stands with each other, so there will be fade in/out when necessary.

Cassandra Claire Kent - 17 years old

Cassandra Claire Kent, or Cassie as her friends often referred to her as, moved through the park. Her head tucked from the wind as she wore an old grey Kyle Larson Sweatshirt, dark blue skinny jeans, and brown snow boots. On her back was a small black leather backpack that held the pen a stranger had given her 12 years prior. Around her neck was a necklace that held an ancient name. Her dark hair stuck out from under the sweatshirt hood as she trudged along from work.

Her blue eyes watched the kids briefly before moving along. She paused when she could havesworn she heard footstep behind her, and turned slightly, scowling at a man who had trauled her from work to the park. She wasn't stupid, she knew the man was following her, as she had gone around a block twice, and even cut through the park to see if he was following her.... and the creep was. "Damn creep..." she muttered to herself.

Cassandra moved along, before darting, her boots heavier than her normal sneakers, which were in her bag, as she tried to run from the creep. She could hear the heavier footsteps get closer as they moved further from where the kids were playing. She skidded as she reached the fence line. Of where the park ended and the forest began. She cursed under her breath and hearing the footfalls get ever closer she scanned around, looking for anything to use. A heavy branch she picked up and swung, striking the man in the chest and she darted once more. Back the way she came, through the playground. Her breathing heavy in the crisp winter air.

"Alright, Cass, just have to-agh!" She let off a noise that sounded half like a cry for help and half like she did something stupid. She fell backwards into the snow, as her feet flew from under her as she slipped on the icy sidewalk. "Oof!" The air was knocked out of her for a moment and she slowly sat up, rubbing the back of her head. She slowly got to her feet, scannung for the creep, but saw him prowling on the other side of the playground watching her.

"Can't cut me a break can you?" She mumbled looking up at the cloudy sky. She had a strong belief as a Catholic, even if she didn't go to church all that much. She prayed everyday, and even had an obession with angels. She was convinced Archangel Gabriel saved her 12years ago from being run over, and she wanted to find him since to thank him. But never was able to even when he left a pen for her. She jammed her hands in her pockets as she trudged along. She hadn't had the greatest pick in her most recent boyfriend as he was obsessive, controlling, and abusive. She had asked for help or even guidance multiple times but figured this was something she had to do on her own. So she built up the courage to leave the abusive relationship, and she was pretty sure that was who was following her as the man's frame and jacket matched her ex's. A feeling of dread came over her as she watched the figure move around the playground and slowly towards her. She was a Senior in High School, and was going to graduate in beginning of june. Her ex was nineteen, and also a senior.

Her blue eyes looked up as she saw the dark brown orbs that was her ex's as he now stood close to her. She remained quiet and took an instinctive step backwards but felt his hand wrap around her small wrist. "Let go of me, Liam." She spoke in a warning voice, but could tell the older teen wasn't having any of it.

"Or what, Cass? I'm not hurting you, so that so called Angel of yours won't come. Not to mention, you shouldn't be walking home alone in such weather, something could happen to you." His tone was mocking her. She had told him about her experience with who she believed was Gabriel, and he made it known he didn't believe it.

"Liam, please, let me go." Her voice cracked now with terror as she tried to twist her wrist free from his grasp.

"Where's that angel of yours now, Cass?" He mocked as he pulled her closer so their bodies pressed close and she put her free hand between them as she tried to push him off of her. "I told you, he was fake. He isn't even coming. And, it just proves that I have no intention to harm you." The tone in his voice told Cassandra otherwise and she stamped hard on his foot, and pushed him at the same time. But his grip didn't losen and he took her with him as he stumbled backwards toppling into the snow bank with her landing on top of the older teen with an 'oof'.

"Look, it's good to see you, Liam but I should get going." She got to her feet but he sat up catching her wrist once more.

Please, God, please send me someone to help. She begged as she glanced up at the sky, as if expecting to see someone crashing down to her rescue. Her shoulders fell slightly as she felt Liam tug her along the path in the direction towards his house a look of defest written on her face. She was small, standing at 5'6" with a small thin frame and weighing in around 105-115 pounds. She planted her feet against the slippery sidewalk as she tried to break from his grasp. He was six foot two, with broad shoulders, and clearly strong even with his blonde hair and dark brown eyes. He simply pulled her along her boots slipping along the icy patch. She felt something different in the air, a tingly-electricity-kind of thing and something about it made her relax despite the terror rising in her, "Please help me." She begged as she twisted her wrist as she sent up a prayer to anyone listening to help her out.

//sorry for disappearing, life got in the way back!!//

Maeve - Mare

Maeve's legs shook from the adrenaline and pushing herself beyond what she was used to doing, and she could hear Corr's words echoing through her head. But her legs shook, and she made no movement now as the ropes slackened around herher ears remained back until she heard her name come from the girl, when they almost instinctively flicked forward. It came from Corr's direction. She lifted her large head in the direction of Corr, ears pricked forward. "She's my rider." The mare nickered back to Corr, more as a rhetorical comment to herself than to the Stallion, but she knew he heard her comment through the connection.

Her hooves felt heavy as she moved now. She took tentative steps, nearing Corr, and moving closer. She moved to his side now, as if to pass him as she dragged the ropes along the sand, the silver bells making very little noise at the moment. She stopped about a foot from Corr's side, stretching her large head towards the girl that was seated on the stallion's back. She took a breath, and then blew out on the girl through her nostrils, which were no longer flaring at the moment. She was close, just within reach of the girl and Rhydian as she stood still for a moment.

That was her rider. She knew that. Her ears pricked forward before a noise from behind her spooked her, and she reared up letting off a screech. Her front legs did not kick out towards the riders or Corr before she bolted. The ropes tangling around her legs forcing the mare to stumble and roll. One rope had a back leg caughtbetween a bell and the rope, while both front legs were ensnared. The mare struggled against the ropes from where she was on her side before giving up. Her ears flattening as she realized she needed to have help to go back to the sea.

"Please... get them to take them off...." She begged Corr, as her body stilled now, her legs shaking from the burning sensation and the bells ringing in her ears. "Please." The mare's head lifted slightly before flopping back against the sand, her back legs kicking out slightly but only tightened the rope around her neck as the bell that was caught around her back hoof burned.

"Please, I'll go, just get them to take these things off of me." She spoke in a nicker, pleading Corr to get the man and girl to help her.