A difference between being Scarred and Scared [JBlood]

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[center:260h9c31]A hoof down and he was one step closer to his destination. Closer and closer he came, his pace slow and tired. Shoulders hung, chin resting against chest. Scrapes, bruises and dirt covered his mattered, black fur, making him seem all the more feral. A limp had he, causing the rocking of his body to be uneven and painful. However, he carried on, looking for the water source he knew to be around. He felt almost ashamed of himself. Never had he lost a scuffle so pathetically. Despite this, life still went on. Time stopped for no man, animal... or centaur for that matter.

Soon, the sight of sparkling water filled his one good eye. His ears perked as his pace quickened, bringing him to knell on his knees in the cool liquid. The afternoon sun danced across the water, sending rays of light to frolic across his skin. His scarred hands scooped up water, bringing it to his lips so that he may drink. It soothed his throat, the pain almost forgotten for a moment. However, a sound alien to the forest made his freeze, eyes darting around. What in Le'raana was that?[/center:260h9c31]

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A small, slender form sat with back to a large tree. Her shadow hiden by that of the giant plant thing that had grown so tall and sturdy. Liebe released a quiet sigh as she slowly stood and made her way to a water source she'd come across earlier. When she got there she spotted something she'd never seen before, and out of fear, jumped back into a thorn bush. The ruffle of branches echoed slightly and she nearly screamed in pain, but rather yelped instead.

Liebe was afraid to move. She felt thorns stuck into her back and sides, others threatening to puncture delicate skin. Though she wore old jeans and an old worn hoodie, there was no mercy for mother nature's weapon. Blood had started to form into beads in all the little puncture wounds. Not only was the fear of moving stopping her, but the fear that the strange creature alreayd knowing her presence had made her unable to move.

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[center:kzf3139h]He got to his hooves, slowly coming to investigate whatever it was that made the sound. His instinct old him to run like the wind, but the sound was filled with pain and fear. And any good centaur would at least inspect something that was odd in their own home. Slowly, rump quivering with anticipation to leap and gallop away, he pulled gently on a rather thorny branch, revealing a rather odd looking creature. It had two legs and had odd things wrapped around it. Was it cold? It looked like it, for it had no fur like he did.

He assumed it was a she, for she had body parts his mother had. But instead of a lower half like him, she had two legs... They looked odd to him. How on earth did she walk? He brought his face closer, sniffing and inspecting. She didn't seem harmful... Perhaps it was the thorny bushes she was ensnared in? He was asking a lot of questions. He gave a questioning grunt, his ears flicking forward in curiosity.[/center:kzf3139h]

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Fear shook her inside as she felt a few thorn being pulled from her. Liebe looked up at the creature that inspected her. It was so odd looking, yet... maybe she had seen something like this before..? Maybe a story book or a drawing of some sort. Either way she was a tad scared and really wanted out of this needle covered bush. The upper half being a man.. maybe it could understand her, or so she could only hope. "Help?" She asked quietly. There was no way she was getting out of this mess on her own without more injurey.

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[center:qs9ex1wc]He snorted, shaking his head. He didn't understand the sound she made. She must be speaking, a thing he didn't know. Instead of turning and walking away, he took hold of the branch with the other hand and pulled, pawing at the lower branches to try and free the creature from the brambles. The thorns cut into his fetlocks and lower legs, though ignored the stinging pain. Nothing a little herb paste wouldn't fix. The branches cracked and broke, the thorns falling away from the she-thing.

When he was sure she could get out without doing anymore damage, he backed away, his upper half stooping to check the new wounds. The small tuft of hair on his withers feel forward into the crook his spine made, seeming to trace it. From here, a lot of the mattered, dirty fur could be seen on his lower back, having the odd cut or two here and there.[/center:qs9ex1wc]

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She winced a bit as the thorns were pulled from her skin. When he backed away she slowly and carefully stood, pulling away from whatever else was stuck to her. Once on her feet she took several steps away from Philip before giving him a cautious glance and then plucking away broken thorns. Oh what a day this is really turning out to be. She thought in her mind as one, long needle made her whimper as well as flinch from pain.

Once it seemed all the little weapon-like things were gone and off of her clothing her combed her fingers through her long hair, sneaking a curious glance at the creature that helped her. What is it? I must know.. er... It's like I alreayd know, just can't place my mind on what it is. A small sigh slipped over her lips as she slowly pulled a thron form her hair.

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[center:2x4yxvax]He came back up after looking at the bloody gashes, stretching his upper body up and back. As he released the tight hold, he looked back over at the she-thing, still curious as to what she was. He came a few steps forward, his head tossing and one leg pawing at the ground. He leaned down a little so that his hands rested on his legs, holding his upper body up. He squinted at her with his eyes, only one seeing anything at all. A few more steps and he still inspected her, sniffing and occasionally reaching out to touch a leg or lift a stand of her hair.

He skirted away from her, very much like a cautious foal. However, he came back inspecting again. He just found her too fascinating to not come back and look more. She had spoken, no? Perhaps he should say the only word he knew. "Philip" he said, pointing to his human chest. The black tail that hung near his hocks swished slightly as he said the word, feeling accomplishment.[/center:2x4yxvax]

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Liebe suddenly squeaked as she felt him touch her when she wasn't paying any attenchin. She looked at him and inched away a bit. She stared at him for a moment after he spoke his name. At least he knew how to say one word. Philip.. his name more than likely. She thought on this before pointing at herself. "Liebe." She said in a quiet voice that was soft and harmless.

It was awkward communicating with a half man half horse thing. And what was worse is that they didn't seem to understand each other at all. What was really weird was when he touched her and examined her like she was some sort of animal or...

That thought led to how animals must feel when humans treated them to low as to prep them for other people to come by and touch them and such. Yet another sigh escaped her mouth. What a race he humans were. But now that this huge thing was staring at her, she felt a little weirded out.

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[center:xlco7oxe]Philip's ears flipped back a bit before coming forward once more. "Lee-bah" he said, imitating her word. His voice was soft, considerably lower than the she-thing's. It was clear, sounding mature yet new.
He didn't feel big compared to everything. He felt that everything was smaller than him. Except trees and other things like that. He was only 7'2" tall. Again, a snort left his nostrils, the soft air flowing in Liebe's direction.  If one were to really pay attention, one would notice that he didn't smell anything like a horse. He smelled like grassy summer days when one could laze about. Because that's what he did on summer days.

Again, he lifted a strand of her hair, looking intently at it. It felt different from his tangled, course hair. It felt smooth and soft like feathers. "Lee-bah" he said again, gently poking her collarbone. He gave a low nicker, his ears twitching almost happily.[/center:xlco7oxe]

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Liebe listened to him, and gave a slight nod. She gathered her hair up into a pony tail and twisted it around before placing it over one shoulder. She again nodded when he poked her and spoke her name. "Liebe." She stood with her arms crossed. A few loose strands of black hair fell in her face, but she didn't bother to push them away. Instead she took a couple small steps back and started to turn away to leave.

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[center:1pdpxww4]Philip watched her curiously, following her. He was still curious about her. If only he could speak! Then he could ask all the questions that burned inside of him. But alas, he didn't grow up around speaking creatures but instead a mute for a mother. He made a warbling sound, trying so hard to make her understand him. Curse his centaur heritage. His muscular lower body brought him alongside her, his eyes looking down at her. He reared slightly, his back legs dropping low as her did.

"Lieb-e" he said again, trying to catch her attention. "Leibe, Philip" he said pointing to her than himself, letting his pointing finger drop to the ground. He pointed to the way he thought she would be going, making dying expression with his face. Hopefully she understood what he meant.[/center:1pdpxww4]

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Liebe glanced at him a little startled at the fact he was following her now. When he reared she side stepped away, afraid of getting crushed. She really had no idea what he wanted and eventually slowed to a stop. Confusion was obvious on her face. What does he want from me..? She began to ask herself as she tried desprately to read his body language.. it might have helped if she had been around horses, but she hadn't.

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[center:3gcaqrsa]Philip laid his ears back, his arms crossing over his chest. His shook his head, pointing the way she was going. There was a cliff face nearby where the mountains began. Forest predators loved to roll rocks off of the ledges, attempting to crush their prey. He made a sound that sounded similar to the word no. He trotted forward and around so that he now stood with his body crossing over her path. Hind legs kicked out suddenly as a rock pelted at his hindquarters. A neigh of fright and startled emotion left his throat, his hands and shoulders pressing back as his upper body was once again lifted off of the ground by his strong back legs.[/center:3gcaqrsa]

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Liebe soon figured out he was telling her no. She glanced at the ground for a moment only to look back up when he nieghed and reared. She took several steps back until she was pressed into a tree. What was wrong with him?! So much suddenly rushed into her mind. She had no idea what was going on, and she was sure she didn't really want to find out.

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[center:2oukdypb]Philip wheeled around, his arms held up to keep the rain of rocks from hitting him in the face. Glancing back at Liebe for a moment, he took off into the forest, dodging between trees and branches. He caught flashes of others like him, their wild laughter filling the forest. They didn't seem that old. Perhaps teens? They were herding him in some direction. Why? What on earth were they doing? He skidded to a stop, turning in his place as a rather large rock flew past his head. He raced back towards Liebe, realizing they were trying to get at her. He could already the the figures of fleeting centaurs heading in her direction.

More rocks thrown from slings poured down on him. How many of these youngsters were there? At least 10 from what he could hear. He gave a whinny as he galloped, his sturdy legs not as fast as the rest of the centaurs. They were small, lithe types. "Liebe!" he called, just as he smashed into another centaur. He flipped over the smaller creature, his arms and legs flailing in the air. The other groaned and whickered, trying to get out from under Philip.[/center:2oukdypb]

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Liebe stood alone, fear rushed through her body as she heard noises around her. She then looked over to see Philip come racng back only to smash into another of his kind. What was going on?! She glanced up and saw a low branch hanging above her. She lept up and grabbed it before pulling herself onto it. She glanced up again and climbed the the next branch, where she sat high above the ground and out of reach of the centaurs.. or so she hoped.

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[center:3q0gc09f]Philip shoved the smaller centaur away, his forelegs lifting his upper half off of the ground. As he came to all four hooves, his neck tightened, choking him. His hands flew up, fingers grasping the thick rope which had ensnared his body. He reared, a limb caught by another of the restricting ropes. He hated it when other of his kind sought to ridicle him because he was different. And worse yet, they sort to have their way with Liebe as attractive females of any species were hard to come by. The ends of the rope were tied to stakes which others had driven into the ground, holding what parts of Philip they had captured. His hands were caught next, the ropes crossing over to cross his limbs across his chest. He snorted and whinnied again, trying to pull away.

"Haha, look at the stupid, blind one!" called a spotted youngster, pointing and laughing cruely. Because Philip could not speak, he was thought of as stupid. A rather large looking chestnut trotted over to the tree that Liebe had perched herself in, looking up at her with a smirk. "Come femme, we won't hurt you" he called mischeviously. "Much" called another as he pranced away from Philip to begin circling under the tree. The band broke into wild laughter, prancing and rearing. "Liebe" Philip called, still fighting the bonds that bound him to earth.[/center:3q0gc09f]

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Liebe watched with wide eyes, fear made her cling and press into the large tree trunk. This just wasn't happening, it couldn't be. She stared down at them then glanced around. It was like there was no hope. They were everywhere. Suddenly movement in the trees caught her eye. It wasn't movement that the centaurs made.. it was different.

One of the centaurs who were just a little too far away from the group was suddenly snatched up by something fairly large. There was no noise, but the scent of blood soon filled the air. She then saw the large horse-like creature pass through light before vanishing into shadows again. It was black with green markings. She watched for it and sa wit come upon another centaur, however, this kill wasn't as quiet or well hiden. The pained cries of a human-horse-thing echoed as Bax tore it to the ground then attempted to drag it off.

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[center:2yy8fodh]Philip's eyes rolled in his head in fear as blood filled the air. It was his natural reaction to flee an area that smelled of blood. However, the bonds were still holding fast, creating him to be a tied down meal.
The other centaurs stopped and looked about as the pain-filled cries filled the forest. Their taunting laughter stopped, ears perked and hindquarters twitching with fright. The chestnut pawed the ground, puffing himself up. He wasn't going to be scared off by some fools cowardliness.[/center:2yy8fodh]

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The fear filled the nostrils of the stallion and he left the centaur. It was still alove, gasping through blood that had filled his lungs. One other centaur fled, but in the wrong direction. Bax lept out into plain site, his crimson colored eyes and blood stained sabors flashed as he lached his jaws onto his third vitcum's throat. The rolled, but the black equine refused to release. Even as he stood, he lifted the squirming male up to hang hopelessly. Bax glanced around to only see he was in view of everyone and everything, then his eyes settled upon the cestnut and he snorted. This was to be a very gorey scene very quickly... like it wasn't full or blood and gore already.