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n a m e
amour

n i c k n a m e
erm… none

b r e e d
arabian xx lipizzaner

g e n d e r
swan

a g e
four autumns

c o l o r
gold-touched porcelain

h e i g h t
15.1 hh

t y p e
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e x a m p l e p o s t

{This is from another role-play with her. She has a looooooooong, quite ebil past which I extend with each rp. This is confusing without a background so… yea. She had just given birth to a foal that had been forced upon her by a dark stallion{{Cortez}} and in the process, had lost her memories. Chea man, amnesia. This is where she is trying to remember. Chemicals is her ‘like a brother’ friend and is trying to get her to remember and care for her foal. Summer is her love, but he later disappeared. There’s a story about Shane and her dam and sire as well, but I would fill up the whole site with it. Poor Amour. xD}

Pain. Sing shot down her slender nape as her tresses were jerked back, balance lost. Distressed swan cried out, putting forth all of her pain intermixed into but a few notes. The sound was heart-wrenching, strummed by the very ache she felt, by the hole were once a heart was. Sob choking her vocals, she turned her gaze sharply at the empty face of Chemicals, lost honey-auburn gaze blurred with tears. Her life… told to her as if it were a legend, a story; merged and twisted from reality. Pools of broken amber widened, scarred and frightened by his harsh words. Sting of note after note crashed upon her in a torrent of waves, as if she were being swept out to sea. Amour didn’t know what to do, fining nothing within her memory, nothing within her… heart.

Nothing. Northing around her was real. It was all a dream, all nightmare. Vision and consciousness wavered in streamlines, a hurtling rollercoater she would never be free from. Breathtakingly broken gold-russet eyes strained against the vivid colors of the world, stinging even more against the sharp lines everything was edged with. And knowing in a few moments that vivid world would collapse and a blanket of plush would fall over everything, filing those harsh edges and putting a blurred filter over the outside world.

Through shuttering sobs she spoke, “ I can’t. You-you don’t understand. I can’t!” She shook her tiara, frightened gaze never leaving his, velvet muzzle open ever-so in all of her fear. Her confusion. Her pain. “I can’t love him because it would be… fake. I-I do, I do love the babe I bore, but I /can’t/. I could wrap him in warmth, but it would be a false love, for I don’t remember him. I, just can’t do it, Chemicals!” As her voice rose to a distressed cry, suddenly pieces of her life flooded back into her mind. Gaze widened as breath left her, streamline of images flashing vividly before her. Summer, Chemicals, Cortez, Shane, her father, her mother… fragments of time with them, be it wretched, be it blessed. She… she had sworn she’d kill the child forced onto her by Cortez, she’d sworn to take his life away just as he had taken hers! Again she shook her head, slowly, gaze locking ‘pon Chemicals, unable to speak, to breathe. How… could she have said that? She wanted to run, to sprint away and leave her troubles behind. But no, they would follow her wherever she went, and Chemicals would always chase after her. And she couldn’t… run away from Summer, who’s shattered snippets of memory were of only bliss. Of love.

And she couldn’t. Just as it was impossible to love her foal, her babe bore moments before, she couldn’t run. All of her life had been running. Away from fear, from hurt, from memories and heartache. Even away from the rare moments in her life that were of contentment, a verge upon happiness, for she feared none of it was real. Now, with all those memories lost, yet the pain, fright and broken heart still with her, it was as if all of her escapes had been blocked.

Their names… at least she knew their names. As if in a dream, so distant yet so close. It pained her even more, to have a tattered shred of memory dangled before her and just as she reached to grasp it, it would be yanked away. Gone. Pieces of her heart broke away, withering like the pedals of a wilted rose as they spoke. They had been so close to her once, she was sure of it, but now… she knew nothing of them. Like the only things she had ever loved had vanished, and she couldn’t feel any ounce of bliss within her. She was just… empty.

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