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Post by Sasha Rose Sentety on Apr 25, 2011 12:00:29 GMT -6
Sasha was sitting astride Lilly's chestnut back, her fingers intwined in the silky chestnut mane. She took a deep breath, letting the smell of the forest fill her lungs. Lilly sighed, and the girl let her horse's head droop slightly. The mare continued to walk on placidly, her slender legs covering the forest ground with ease. After a few minutes of the nice free walk Lilly was displaying, Sasha sat more upright and clucked her tongue. Canter, she said quietly, her gentle voice almost inaudible. But nonetheless, Lilly's ears perked and she caught her rider's command, and she picked up the three-beat gait, the silvery hooves drumming the ground rhythmically.
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Post by Blythe Adams on Apr 27, 2011 14:20:23 GMT -6
Blythe awoke on the dusty forest floor. Her sharp green-blue eyes scanned the forest carefully, looking for Charlie, her horse. She spotted him over by the creek and quietly went to greet him.
"Hello, Sir Charles." she said, kissing the horse's bay muzzle and stroking his neck. She left him to graze and walked farther down the slim creek before she saw a silvery flash in the water. Blythe knealt to try and catch the fish, pulling her knife from her pocket and waiting until it came up again. The fish rose for air and was about to dart away, but Blythe was too quick. With a flick of her blade she had the fish skewered right on it. After catching a couple more she headed back to the tree under which she'd slept and started building a fire. Half an hour later, Blythe was watching her -now deboned and deheaded- fish sizzle over the flames. This is how Blythe lived, in the forest outside the fence of District Four, with her horse as her only companion. It wasn't much of a life, but Blythe quite enjoyed it.
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Post by Sasha Rose Sentety on Apr 27, 2011 14:52:04 GMT -6
Sasha's head snapped up. Her senses were accustomed to the forest sounds and smells, but some other sound came to her ears. "Shh, Lilly," she said softly. The horse responded by slowing her pace, which had become tense, and relaxing some more. Sasha stroked the chestnut arched neck tenderly, guiding her to the spot where the sound had come from. "Oh," she said, her voice almost a whisper when she saw another girl sitting by the creek. Alongside her was a beautiful horse, his bay coat gleaming. Sasha dismounted in one, swift motion, and was at Lilly's head in moments. The mare had the classic, slim, delicate look and frame of an Arabian, with gentle black eyes. Lilly had tensed again, and her rider put a pale hand on the ochre-colored cheek. "Shh," Sasha said gently again. Lilly wasn't too good with strangers, as was Sasha.
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Post by Blythe Adams on Apr 27, 2011 15:45:03 GMT -6
Blythe was just about to start on her second fish when the hair on the back of her neck rose and she had the feeling she was beeing watched. Turning slowly, she drew her knife, the freshly washed blade gleaming in the light.
Blythe had to admit it to herself, it wasn't the big, broad-shouldered peacekeeper scowling and cracking his knuckles like she'd expected, just a petite blond girl with her pretty chestnut horse. Blythe rose slowly, suspicsion seeping in every nook and crack in her mind. She didn't know what type of weapon this girl had yet, but Blythe felt ready to fight, if thats what was required.
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Post by Sasha Rose Sentety on Apr 27, 2011 16:31:30 GMT -6
Sasha held up her hands slowly. "I don't have anything," she said quietly. Lilly snorted and bent her head down to graze, bored. The girl had a knife, and Sasha was completely defenseless - not much of an even match. District four, Sasha thought to herself. She was sitting by the creek with a knife. Pretty clear signs. There was also a dead fish lying by her.
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Post by Blythe Adams on Apr 27, 2011 19:42:33 GMT -6
Blythe regarded her for a few more moments, and decided she must be telling the truth.
"Good." she said quietly as she resheathed her knife, sat down and continued eating her fish, making sure to keep a close eye on the blonde girl. Her eyes would dart about the forest suspiciously, and then rest back on the girl. Blythe couldn't help being nervous. Being around other people was rare for her.
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Post by Sasha Rose Sentety on Apr 28, 2011 15:13:36 GMT -6
Sasha smiled and put her hand down. "You're pretty good at fishing," she commented, resting one hand on Lilly's chestnut neck. The mare looked up, blinked her black eyes, snorted, and turned back to grazing. Sasha smiled at her, playing absentmindedly with the amethyst necklace around her neck.
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Post by Blythe Adams on Apr 29, 2011 11:17:48 GMT -6
Blythe rested her back up against the trunk of the tree. She was secretly happy the girl had noticed.
"District Four's industry is fishing. You kind of have to be." she replied in her gentle tone. "What's your name?" she asked, getting up and heading over to Charlie. She led the stallion out of the shadows and into the open, remembering how she'd found him. Emaciated and scared. running around wildy with sad, sad eyes. She'd taken him in, taught him how to trust again. And now he was her best friend. Charlie followed her everywhere, she didn't need a lead rope. He understood when it was okay to wander away and when he would do nothing but leave her side. She was so glad to have him.
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Post by Sasha Rose Sentety on Apr 30, 2011 12:13:37 GMT -6
Sasha smiled and scratched Lilly gently behind her ear.
"I see that. I'm Sasha, what's your name?" she asked. Lilly blinked and her head shot up, grass drooping from her lips. Sasha bit her lip, trying not to laugh at the way Lilly looked. Sleepy, eyes drooping, with grass clinging to her chin, nose, and mouth. The mare snorted again and rubbed her head against Sasha's leg, pushing against her until she almost fell over. Sasha saved herself by grabbing her silky chestnut mane. Lilly got easily carried away.
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Post by Blythe Adams on Apr 30, 2011 12:46:36 GMT -6
Blythe didn't smile. She hardly ever did.
"I'm Blythe." she said, wrapping her arms around Charlie's bay neck and leaning up against him. He whinnied softly and she sighed in content, breathing in his clean, fresh smell.
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Post by Sasha Rose Sentety on May 12, 2011 19:34:23 GMT -6
Sasha gazed at the two. Blythe and her horse. They seemed so perfect for each other, as perfectly matched as she was with Lilly. "Your horse is beautiful," she remarked quietly. "Thoroughbred?" she thought to herself. The strong muscles and overall glorious appearance of the horse was practically screaming Thoroughbred at her. Lilly snorted again, her eyelids drooping over her ink black eyes, shot one glance to Sasha, and resumed her steady munching.
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Post by Blythe Adams on May 15, 2011 18:37:32 GMT -6
Blythe nodded her agreement. "He's a Thoroughbred. Your horse is very pretty, too. Where did you get her?" She glanced at the sun nervously. It was early, but she needed to be somewhere, before he came home. And he might have worked a late shift, so she didn't know if he was even there or not. She started anxiously twirling and untwirling a strand of hair around her index finger.
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Post by Sasha Rose Sentety on May 16, 2011 15:22:09 GMT -6
Sasha scratched Lilly behind her ear absently, the mare still not breaking the steady pattern of munching. "She sort of found me, I guess... that sounded so cheesy..." she added to herself quietly. Then she frowned. Blythe had tensed - she seemed nervous. "Are you okay?" she asked, concerned.
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Post by Blythe Adams on May 19, 2011 19:59:34 GMT -6
Blythe stiffened, and for a moment thought this girl knew something, but she quickly dismissed that thought. Of course not, don't be stupid, Blythe. she chided herself. "Well.." she began, not wanting to tell too much. "I have to go. I'll be back soon. Before evening. I have something I need to do." She said as she turned and knelt down by the part of the creek parallel to the tree she slept under. She pulled out just over a dozen fish, all of them strung professionally on a line. She'd caught mostly all of them yesterday, but she needn't worry about their freshness, the cold, icy water of the creek acted something like a refrigerator. Then she started in the direction of the fence, but halted to a stop when she heard Charlie's hooves on the grass behind her, following her. She turned around, and looked the bay straight in his beautiful brown eyes. It was a warning look, a firm one. One that told him to stay where he was. Charlie instantly understood, and started to walk slowly in the other direction. He always understood, no matter what it was, a couple words or even just a look. Blythe felt like he was the only one who truly understood her. She hoped she could trust this girl with her campsite, and her horse. She then took off at a brisk jog towards the fence, and came upon it in what seemed like no time at all. She squeezed underneath the opening, and began her walk to the marketplace.
About forty-five minutes later Blythe was walking towards her mothers house with a small but satisfying amount of money in her pocket and a fresh loaf of bread in a paper bag in her hand, along with a small block of goat cheese. Business had gone very well today, and she'd sold her fish quickly, for a good price. She opened up the door to her house, or more properly, the house she visited a few times a month. She heaved a huge sigh of relief. George wasn't there, good. Just then her mother emerged from the kitchen, and gave Blythe a very tired smile. "Hey, Mom." Blythe said gently, wrapping her arms lightly around her mother, as if she were very fragile and too tight an embrace would make her snap in two. Christine ran her hand over Blythe's long black hair. "We'll cut your hair today, if you'd like." she said quietly, and Blythe nodded her agreement. They walked into the kitchen together, and Blythe headed for the knife drawer. She took out the bread knife and sawed the warm loaf in half. She cut the cheese in half also, and stuck them both in the paper back. She put the cheese in the fridge along with the bread. George may be abusive and foul, but he worked hard, and his money bought them things like the fridge. Her mother didn't even have to work. "I'll take a shower, and then come back down." Blythe said, starting to head upstairs, but then hurrying back down. "Here, mom. I almost forgot." Blythe said, digging into her pocket and pulling out her earnings from the fish, and placing them in her mothers palm, and then darting up the stairs. Blythe always gave her mother the money from her fish whenever she came home. She lived in the forest, so she had no use for it. Blythe stepped inside her room, which was dark and nicely cool from the drawn blinds. She undressed and hopped into the shower, cranking the water up to the hottest temperature her skin could stand and running the bar of soap over her skin until she was covered in the cloudlike lather. She watched as the dirt and sweat disappeared as she scrubbed her skin. She then grabbed the shampoo and began to work on her hair. She stepped out twenty minutes later, not a speck of dirt on her flawless pale skin, and her hair shone glossy and clean. She changed into a clean clothes; sweatpants, t-shirt, and socks, and dumped her dirty clothes into the laundry basket. She packed another set of clothes in her small black backpack that she always had when she was in the woods, and combed out her wet hair. She was finally ready to head downstairs. She entered the kitchen, her backpack slung over one shoulder, and seated herself in a chair.
Mother was just finished trimming her hair, which was now only to her shoulders, when Kurtis walked in. Blythe gave a squeal of delight and leaped from her chair, right into her older brother's arms. "Hey, there, Bee." he said, using the nickname he'd come up with when she was five. Usually she hated nicknames, but Kurtis was the only one she ever allowed to call her one. "Coming in for your monthly visit?" she scowled at him, which just made him laugh. "Let's sit down." she suggested, "So Mom can braid my hair like she wanted."
Blythe left the house two hours later, carrying only her knife, backpack, and paper bag with the loaf of bread and goat cheese. She guessed it to be about two o'clock. She started at a leisurely pace back to the fence, which she wiggled under once more, and headed back to her campsite. She could feel the one short braid bumping against her neck as she walked, the braid made by her mother's skilled fingers. Before long she found herself back at her tree, and set down her backpack and paper bag. She drew her knife, glancing around for Sasha and Charlie.
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Post by Sasha Rose Sentety on May 27, 2011 11:12:03 GMT -6
Sasha sighed and nodded reluctantly as Blythe ran off. Charlie followed his owner - no, more like his familiar - and she decided not to stop him. After a few moments, the hoofbeats stopped, and the bay Thoroughbred came walking placidly back, his deep brown eyes somewhat distraught as he waited Blythe's return. Lilly lifted her regal chestnut head for the first time since she began grazing indifferently there, cocking her head and blinking her innocent ink-black eyes, her white star glistening, finally taking an interest in Charlie. The Arab snorted and took a step forward, and Sasha smiled at the two horses. May as well wash up, she thought to herself as the Charlie and Lilly acquainted. She took off, light on her feet, out of the forest, bitterly thinking of her parents.
Sasha arrived at the plain white house in no time. The house was dreadfully spotless, with flowerbeds flanking the door, courtesy of its dwellers' daughter, who adored nature. Hesitantly, Sasha stepped into the house stiffly, chewing her lip and not looking at her parents. "Hello, mother, father," she said curtly, walking to her room (actually more like a closet, chair, and mattress) and taking a pair of old jeans and a hoodie form her closet, not bothering with shoes. She preferred to go barefoot, feel the soft dirt under her feet. Sasha then walked to the bathroom and turned the shower on and stepped into the water, leaving it on cold and enjoying the cold sensation on her pale skin. She lathered up her dirty blonde hair until white had drowned out the blonde coloring, then washed it off, revealing the shiny hair underneath it. Then she washed herself until there was no mark of her forest life on her skin.
After fifteen minutes in the shower, Sasha stepped out reluctantly and dried herself and her hair. After becoming somewhat dry, she threw the clean clothes she had left out on and went back down the stairs. "Goodbye," she told her parents tautly before exiting the house, relieved to be away from it. Sasha had never loved her parents and chose to return to her life as an outcast in the forest, as she had when she was only seven. Her thin, fragile-looking feet beat the ground with barely a sound as she made her way back into the forest, direction being no problem for the girl. She made it back before Blythe, hoping she wouldn't be angry with her for leaving. Sasha had only wanted to be nice and hopefully make a friend. Hoping she hadn't offended her, she decided to clean up a little, making the stray twigs into a neat pile, sprinkling some water on the plants, and sweeping up a pile of hay for Charlie.
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