Running from her fears (Wysteria)

[Rose Rebellion]

The purple mare bounded, her chest heaving harshly as she refused to stop and rest. The artist was quite attractive in terms of a slim body, but she was in no way the fittest pony in the world making the run quite laborious.

Sweat beaded up on her coat, darkening the purple into a deep 'storm approaching' shade. Quickly the sweat began to drip down her forehead, running into her eyes. The artist blinked repeatedly as the sweat mixed with tears beginning to form in her eyes. Eyesight left her, or so Wysteria assumed from the tears and perspiration, as when she looked back to her route that she was completely lost.

Instantly her knees buckled, and she stumbling skidded to a halt, mouth open and heaving for the air her muscle desperately ached for. A noise sent her sprawling around in a frenzied panic, and then another noise sent her turned around back again. Not even waiting to see what, or which way was safe; the artist blindly leaped a hard left and onward again--and into a patch of thorns.

Wysteria wailed out, a fresh wave of tears springing forth. She forced her aching body to leap foreword again, followed by another cry. One last leap, and she jumped free from the painful plant and landing with a fleshy sound into a forming puddle of mud from the storm traveling from the beach.

The artist let out a throbbing sob as her tired body refused her willingness to keep going. It wasn't until the blood from her wounds began to turn the mud around her a sludge red that she lifted her head. The sketchbook laid a foot ahead of her, open and with her recent piece of Silver Shadow seemingly dissolving in appearance as it soaked with the water, dirt, and blood.

"Oh no, no...," she whispered desperately to herself. Worn, she shakily pushed on her legs to lift herself. Her body only stood feebly for a moment, before she tumbled back with a slomp into the mud. Bitterly she dug her teeth into her lip, eyes watering at the sight of what used to be an image of her beloved Silver Shadow. I am never ever going to see him...and...and....!

A sob escaped her throat as her head hung down to face the mud. She caught her reflection. A mare stained with sweat, blood, rain, and mud, her coat almost black in combination of all those. Wysteria had changed so much, she couldn't even recognize herself.

[Delta]

A dark figure emerged from a midnight black clump of trees. After much fighting with hiself he had decided that he would use a different approach than he did with Beebop...

He sat down in the puddle next to the mare and lowered his hood, revealing his handsome face. A small smile broke onto it, and his eyes showed more caring than they ever had.

Yama wrapped his large black wings around the once purple mare. He began to use his powers.

A light purple glow shone through the trees as a see-through stallion walked through them. It came to a clearing and bowed it's head to Wysteria, then looked back at her lovingly. Yama had produced a vision of Silver Shadow.

Is turned it's back to Wysteria and looked back at her again and winked, wagging it's tail. Suddenly a small robin flew through it and it dissapeared into nothing...

[Rose Rebellion]

Horrified at what she appeared to be, Wysteria struggled horribly with the heavy mud to free herself. But her body was weak and beaten, her soul heavy with enough weight to sink back into the filth.

Urgently, she tried again. Her struggling body only managed to carve out a deeper hole that she fumbling fell back in and sank deeper. Fear and hopelessness began to build in the back of her throat; the familiar tingling of a good cry starting began to appear. She was dangerously putting herself into a deeper, and deeper dangerous situation, and Wysteria was unsure if anyone was close by to help her.

Or so, until the figure shrouded in darkness materialized by her side.

The unmovebal fear did not jump back into her, for the adrenaline and shock to her dire situation was keeping her from succumbing to it. But the artist couldn't stop herself from pausing in the presence of this individual, one she recognized immediately. She shook her head, seeing his beauty, the god that he was, and looked away-

Purple hues of sunset shades shone brightly before her. Wysteria knew that color. She had etched that very shade into her mind for the past year, dreaming endless nights that one day she could dotingly look upon that same stallion, never to have her dreams answered. Yet, there was the very stallion of her affection, Silver Shadow.

A resurrected sliver of strength arose in her, and Wysteria bucked in desperation, trying so hard to free herself. To chase after him, to beg for him to stay, to tell him everything.

He vanished, and Wysteria's body froze in a combination of realization and heartbreak. Again, her body sunk so very far in the muck, her shoulders nearly covered. "I'm going to die, aren't I.," she whispered it as a statement to Yama. She was hallucinating; this evil, vile thing was there to take her away from it all. It would just be a matter of time with the mud.

[Delta]

Yama, using all his strength, wrapped his arms around her body and flew upwards, pulling her from the muddy prison. He set her on the ground and wrapped his wings around her once more, in a bid to make her warm.

"Hush." he whispered to the mare. "Of course you will not die." His prescence made the air around the mare warmer, it seemed to give comfort as a storm blew over head, it gave a sense of security.

"Yuo miss this stallion very much... Would it please you to know that he's in ponyville...? I know the very place he is standing at this moment... And I will take you to him..." He whispered into her ear. "Then everything will be alright..."

[Rose Rebellion]

Wysteria limply hung as Yama plucked her from what could've been a muddy grave. Clumps of the collected dirt fell off and plopped onto the ground, dripping from her body. As her body lowered onto drier soil, the mare hadn't hesitated in slumping down to her belly tiredly.

There was no fight, no resistance left in her, it would seem as Yama mocked security in holding her. "You should have left me," she murmured quietly, wallowing in her sorrow.

Moments passed in silence, the only sounds being that of Wysteria's hard breathing, still recuperating of her physical demand. Finally, her ears perked up as Yama spoke his words to her.

The very same feelings of hope and desperation filled her at the sounds of Silver Shadow's whereabouts. So many questions and emotions ran through her that Wysteria remained silent trying to sort the mess in her head.

Slowly, she turned her mud and sweat covered face to him, a look of minor relief in her eyes. "He's....here? Is he all right? All of his injuries are healed up?" Why....why am I even asking this? If he cared, he would have come to me first. He would have sent some form of message telling me he was back.

A longing in her heart reawaken again, and the purple mare had almost agreed to his later question. But her current appearance, her mindset. Wysteria wasn't even certain should could consider herself mentally stable at the moment. It had also been a full year. What if he changed? What if he was no longer the Silver Shadow she'd been pining over? A wave of self-doubt splashed over her. "No....I can't see him...but, I want to so bad, I could die it hurts that much."

[Delta]

Yama hugged the mare tightly.

"You must see him. It has been on your mind for a whole year, you have thought of little else..." he blinked at her.

"Silver Shadow has thought of you as well... he misses you sorely."

[Rose Rebellion]

So hopeful and driven on the concept Silver Shadow was in the town somewhere, Wysteria had entirely disregarded that Yama somehow knew who Silver Shadow was to begin with, let alone know she'd been yearning for him a full year.

"Does he?," she asked somewhat speculatively.

[Delta]

Yama smiled.
"Of course... Shall we go see him...? No... First we must get you cleaned up, you look as black as me..." He said, looking down at his midnight black coat.

[Rose Rebellion]

The purple mare looked down at her dirty self again. Her appearance had changed so fast and she'd only run for just a few moments. A sinking feeling formed in the depths of her soul. Why am I changing so? I know I just look different...but...I've changed so much since last summer. Do I even really know who I am anymore?

Bitterly she turned her head from him. "S-stop holding me," she ordered softly to him, shivering as a slight gust passed over her wet body. Wysteria knew that she couldn't run, she was too weak to try it. And deep down, she somehow knew that Yama was probably the least likely of any god she'd be remotely capable of escaping even if she could run. That in some sense made him her prisoner, Wysteria had come to accept that if his attitude made the situation as such. But she would stay out of his embrace if she could help that, at least.

(ooc: I wanted to point out that Wysteria becoming so dirty with the body and blood in such is symbolic to becoming Yama's mage.)

[Delta]

Yama stepped back from her. "Come on. You want to get yourself cleaned up for Silver Shadow don't you?"
Yama was beginning to get edgy. His senses picked up on the fact that soon their was another god that wanted Wysteria as their mage. He was getting annoyed.

[Rose Rebellion]

Brigid's green eye burned with ferocity that few had the chance of seeing. She had not felt so driven to protect something she felt as if was apart of her "herd" in decades. Neither did she falter in her route or speed. The dark god had one hoof of a fight in his midst. How dare he! HOW DARE HE!

Galloping like a bat flying out of hell, Brigid was hot on the trail of Yama. The closer she got to his deathly aura, the closer Brigid was to the confrontation she knew that wasn't avoidable. The goddess knew in her mind that going against Yama, of all gods, was probably not the brightest move on her part. Not by a long shot. She respected the god, all the gods individually in some way, but what Yama was doing was against everything that Brigid knew to be right and of light in the world.

Her eyes widened as she laid upon the black peg, her speed quickened. Breaking out into the clearing, she reared and stomped her legs threateningly. "I have come to take what doesn't belong to you!"

What Wysteria was about to say in answer to Yama had completely vanished from her mind at that point. By know she was entirely lost as to what to do. Slowly, she just inched herself back against a tree, knowing she'd probably be in for the sight of her life.

[Delta]

Yama looked up at brigid as she charged into the clearing. His eyes narrowed to slits.
"The mare is mine...." He hissed, starting to circle the goddess. "And I'm not giving her up without a fight."

Yama's sieve appeared next to him in a cloud of black smoke. It's end glinted in the light that was soon shrouded by a cloud. It's tip was sharp enough to slit skin. Yama snorted. "I'm ready..."

[Rose Rebellion]

Brigid felt not the slightest threatened as Yama removed his weapon, ready for combat. If anything the goddess was sure on, was her skills in fighting. Was she not the celtic goddess of martial arts and weaponry? Not only could she solely rely on her fighting skills but on her weapon to be as strong as she need it.

Her eyes narrowed as she lifted out her right hoof, the rain striking the air around it as if an invisible solid was present. As the rain dripped down from the unseen item, it materialized into a strong and thick broad sword. Her hoof wrapped around it, grasping the weapon with expertise. Brigid felt her skills return to her, holding that sword, as if she'd never slept for those centuries.

The goddess took the moment to prepare one last thing. She sought out and thrived off the strength of her two mages, the two warriors Dark and Kenshin, calling upon their own skills to aid her.

"Ready!!," she called back, charging forward as fast she could, but keeping well in mind that Yama could take to the skies at any time.

----

"Stop! Stop it!," Wysteria shrieked, bolting her eyes shut, trying her best to block out the sights and the sounds of everything she'd just witnessed. It was ludicrous. Just hours ago Wysteria was completely ignorant to other gods existing, cradled in the ignorant bliss of worshipping the rainbow. Now two gods of opposite spectrums were waging full combat of her?

"Just leave me alone! I'm nobodies!!," her voice rang shrill and high, petrified she could not move.

[Delta]

Yama gripped his sieve tightly. He continued to circle the pale goddess, his footsteps leaving holes in the dark mud.

He stopped. He stood completely still for about five secnds before lunging at her and sinking his sharp weapon into her shoulder blade.

(He can hurt her right? You can hurt Yama)

[Rose Rebellion]

The bite of Yama's weapon into her shoulder fazed the unicorn for a fleeting moment. It would seem for a mortal that a strike as such would make some common sense awaken, stating clearly that this was not a smart choice to fight. But Brigid was too driven by now (and not a mortal), so any warning lights had shut down. In fact, she had barely felt the wound as the adrenaline kept her focused at the fight at hoof.

Fresh blood began to spring up from the slit flesh; the goddess glanced briefly to it, before returning the favor aggressively by directing a blow to his front right knee. She missed the knee, but managed to mark the upper leg. "An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth. Isn't that what they say, Yama?," Brigid half taunted, "Perhaps not your shoulder, but mighty d*mn close."

(Yup, hurt as you need to. How long should we take this? If it's short and sweet it only proves Yama's strength. If it's slightly longer, it proves Brigid can hold her own for a minor time against Yama. It's up to you, either or Brigid's pride is shot down XD)