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MALANDRA
Your eyes have changed colors, you now posess bright vibrant green eyes, the most beutiful eyes in all of Dawn however now that your eyes have changed so has your vision. At first it seems blurry and all you fear you gong blind, yet suddenly it all clears up, yet you now see the world through a greenish tint.
DIASASTERS
Aerandir's Kingdom
Your numbers have dwindled and now the snow hold the bodies of the fallen deep under feet of snow. SOme lands were hit harder that others, and your fears have been realized. Many lights have lost thier lives due the blizzard.
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Ice has frozen most small streams, creeks, and ponds. Some herds may need to travel to other lands for water, maybe into enemy lands.
Joined: Mar 2008 Gender: Female Posts: 341 Location: In the dark forest Karma: 10
Re: Meant to Live « Reply #20 on Jun 4, 2008, 12:51am »
.::.Kochia nodded in the mares direction, but ingored her crude remarks. As she stepped inetween them bodice slipped past her and stood on the other side of Helaku. She new he was trying to please her, but today was something she wasn't looking forward to meet a new mare who thinks she's better than others. Even if she's got the scent of a light on her. "Pleased to meet you Nemo. Don't worry I'll take good care of Helaku." She said in a sarcastic tone towards the other mare. Just to irritate the mare on the other side of the stallion. Kochia disliked other mares always giving her the phrase, 'Take good care of my dear old <add name here>.' That just irritates her completely. Gaze turned to her lord as she nuzzled his nape. "I'm going to speak with my friend Aeolus over there." Kochia said as she trotted away from the two. For a light like her rarely to be seen to get angry. But the look on her face showed hatred towards the other light mare. Even though they are of the same alliance. Pulling up beside Aeo twin towers seeked the entrance of a mare that had the coat of a golden gem. When did she decided to make her self known to be queen. Things here in the light realm are very much to complicated.::.
Crevan listened to the other colt speak. What herd was he in? Right now none to be exact. Crevan is pretty much to shy to speak with others much older than he as well as go anywhere near them. Gaze turned towards Crimson Tide once more before looking down at the ground. Body lowered for comfort tucking his limbs in. Cisco curled up beside him sleeping against the warmth of his coat. I don't live in a herd. I'm just to shy to go speak with an adult to live within their home. He said finally.
Crown turned to face the alabaster mare stand beside him. A nod was given towards her in respect before gazing up at the new mare who claimed to be queen. "If I may ask M'lady. How can we tell if your the real queen or not? Lady Clairvoyance has been choosen to be Queen before she was even born. How do we know that your not lieing?" He asked as the words came from the heart. Body stepped forwards a bit as twin towers flicked atop his crown listening to the voices surrounding them. As the leader of Lighted Meadow he honestly needed to know why this golden mare decided to take the place of Clairvoyance's leadership.
Re: Meant to Live « Reply #21 on Jun 6, 2008, 11:53am »
A silent dreamer Awaits...
Who was he? To come here, on this day of days, this silent yet loud day, when it appeared that nothing was as it seemed? Fear sang in his anxious heart as he stepped slowly forward, unsure of where he was, or what he was doing here. Why is it? he thought to himself, That I must always barge in on someone else's fun? Why must I continually make myself a burden? Yet his hooves still made the forward sound of moving, clicking and crunching on the ground beneath him.
Jaffar, as he was named once long ago, paused for a second, looking out over a clear meadow. He had no place in this world, as far as he knew, and he was just another intruder. He felt as wanted as a fly is to food, which reminded him of his hunger. He couldn't say how long he had been traveling over the weeks, days, for all he knew, years since he was free. He had no past, just wanderings from place to place, having met or stayed with no one in particular through his travels. He had seen many odd things, but one in particular always had his focus the most. One morning, he had happened upon a foal. At the time, he was just growing out of his foalhood, and his coat was still converting over to a finer pelt. This young foal of whom he had happened upon was wild tempered, mean, and foul for being so young. Jaffar was, for the first time, tasting what fear was. He was not sure of himself at all when it came to dealing with ones who had virtually no place, or so it seemed. Jaffar, being who he was, simply left the foal alone, but he always wondered from then on whatever happened to that little guy. He must be fully grown by now, as was Jaffar. His eyes retrieved his focus again, and he slowly realized that he was still approaching these others. He shook his majestic skull and sighed. He had no place. What was he doing?
He knew what. He was trying to fit in, trying to find a place where he could meet others and not have to wander anymore. He did not want to be left with those who were...powerful? No. That was not in, not in the least. What he was afraid of was simple. He was afraid to become attatched. He was afraid...to love. He was not like any other horse, in his mind. With his dark bay coat and snip on his nose, he used to think of himself as irresistable. But as time wore on, he knew it was the other way around. He knew he was the same, just like any other horse in the world. Only he was here, this was his time, it was now, and he was Jaffar. If only his family had thought the same thing. His mother abandoned him before he could remember her and his sire was something he dared not remember. He always tried to keep a happy face, or something like it. He hated it when others felt sorry for him, even more so when it seemed like they would try to make him remember everything to help them try to help him. He hated that. He didn't want to talk about it so he could forget. Was it that hard? To just let his past go?
Apparently. During his travels, just recently in fact, he had happened upon an old timer, a clydesdale. His coat, which was once rich black with white feathers, was now gray with time, and dirty with neglect. The old timer was on his last breath, and Jaffar had stayed with him, to see him through. The old timer, whose name Jaffar never acquired, told him to keep going, he still had time, to live like he was dying. The equine told Jaffar about his life, how he had sired many foals with but one mare, his love, who he could not wait to join. Jaffar had never experienced love, but he had an idea with the look in his dying friend's eyes. The deep sincerity, the beauty, the lovely sparkle that never faded, even when he was gone. Jaffar could only leave him behind, but he knew that someday, maybe, he would have that look again.
But was he capable? He couldn't be sure. He could only imagine what would be waiting for him, just over a little more. He could smell others, maybe he could be accepted? Small beads of sweat covered his brow as his breath caught in his throat. He was scared, that much was obvious. But not so much of being rejected. He was used to rejection.
But to be accepted? That was too much. His legs began to buckle under him as he started away. What was he doing? He didn't know. It was almost too much. But he had to try. He just had to.
Stats;; Complete Other;; It is alright to post here right? I was under the impression he could meet some new friends :3 if not, that's fine! ♥
Re: Meant to Live « Reply #22 on Jun 6, 2008, 5:56pm »
ooc: Guys, this reply is only for Kochia, it takes place before Helaku notices Aerandir and before Nemo approaches her.
I was painfully aware of how intently Kochia was watching me, aware of how she gazed at me with those warm, jewel-black eyes, how she scrutinized Nemo as she came near. Admittedly, I was nervous. Nemo usually meant well, but her ego and crude way of speaking often gave the wrong impression. Nemo seemed interested in meeting Kochia, and the calm I saw in her eyes settled the queasiness in my stomach, at least a little. She stepped between the two of us companionably, introducing herself. When she spoke about me, I glanced at the ground, which seemed to shudder beneath me, feeling more embarrassed than angry.
I glanced up as I felt a slight nudge behind me, and I was surprised to see Kochia slipping away from Nemo and coming around to my right. I raised a quizzical eyebrow. What on earth did she have to be shy about? Even Nemo looked mildly surprised at her total disinclination to speak. I turned back to Kochia, a question dangling from the tip of my tongue, but she was talking before I could get a word out.
What she said left me in shock. How could such sharpness, such venom, erupt from the angelic dove I had found sleeping in a meadow? What had happened to the kind, adoring mare with a voice as soft and beautiful as flower petals drifting on the breeze? The words I heard could be fitted more easily to Laioni’s mouth, not Kochia. My jaw hung open like it had been half-torn off my face as she snarled at Nemo, her cutting, sarcastic words rude, unflattering, and bitchy. Just a few minutes ago, I would have bitten my own tongue off for attuning such a word to Kochia’s personality.
As she turned away, her sudden attitude struck a note of annoyance deep in my chest. I could see from the disgustingly smug look o her face that she was trying to incur Nemo’s wrath, to get her to scream and shout and demand it be taken back. I heard no immediate answer from Nemo, though, nor did I feel her tense up with barely controlled rage as I had been doing just moments ago. As Kochia brushed my nape, I pulled back, suddenly averse to her touch. I watched in disbelief as she stormed off, acting like the sulky yearling whose toy has been broken.
I glanced at Nemo. She, too, was watching Kochia disappear into the mass, but I saw no fury in her eyes, no clenched jaw or tensed muscles. In fact, amusement shone in her eyes. She caught me staring and smiled, giving me a playful nudge. “I’m mistaken. Maybe it’s you who needs the luck.” And then she, too, was gone, moving a few paces away to find some more entertainment.
I looked for Kochia, and caught her moving towards a stallion I had never seen before. His pelt was just as waxen in hue as Kochia’s, and had a warm, virile beauty. I was dumbstruck as Kochia sidled up to him, moving close to him, far too close for my liking.
Now my rage was sparked. Just who did she think she was? The Queen of the Lights? No, the personification of Vita? She certainly wasn’t going to be my Queen if she was going to throw herself at other stallions! My nostrils flared. Not only that, but she had blatantly insulted and pushed away my friend. Certainly, Nemo might be egotistical and often difficult to understand, as well as annoying and arrogant, but wasn’t total, flaming hatred a little too dramatic, having just met her? And I was embarrassed, too, embarrassed at the catfight Kochia had tried to spark, embarrassed that it just had to have happened in the Queen’s presence. I stormed towards her, weaving my way through the assembled crowd. Kochia’s parting words rang in my head. Exactly, who in hell was Aeolus? Exactly, how much of a friend was he to Kochia? As I approached, I did exactly as Nemo’d done, barging sharply in between the two of them, though none too gently. After shooting a suspicious glance at Aeolus, I turned towards Kochia. Furious words leapt out of my mouth before I could even think, scorching my tongue as they poured out in a whisper so quiet only those standing very close could hear.
“Kochia, look at me and listen. Listen very, very carefully. I don’t know what the hell you think you’re doing, or who the hell you think you are, so I’m just going to tell you that if you want to be in my herd, there are certain rules you have to follow.” Dropping my voice even lower to a hiss so only she could hear, I leaned towards her, my mouth burning with the heat of the words that left my mouth. “You think that’s how you behave in front of me? No, in front of the Queen? You are sorely, sorely wrong if that’s what you think, not to mention stupid. Furthermore, you never, never talk and behave like that to any friend of mine, is that clear? You disrespect them, you’re disrespecting me, and there will be consequences.” I pulled away, my voice returning to normal level once more, though still blazing in my mouth like fire. “Do you get it, or do I have to use even smaller words?”
I hadn’t really meant to threaten her and treat her so harshly. I felt nauseous at my own words, disgusted at myself. Who was I indeed, to call myself a Light? But I was furious with Kochia’s behaviour, as well as hurt and confused. She was acting the child, and I deigned it would be fair to treat her like one.
Joined: Feb 2008 Gender: Female Posts: 39 Karma: 1
Re: Meant to Live « Reply #23 on Jun 13, 2008, 9:27am »
In the midst of the crowd, the porcelian lady was nearly overwhelmed with the conflicting emotions of those around her. Confusion. Awe. Fear. Anger. Through her nine years of existence, the lone neutral had never been in a gathering such as this. The change of Queens was unsettling, but she seemed to be the only horse that had faith in Aerandir. The young, sunkiss'd Queen looked to much like her sire, King Jeremiah, for them not to be related. But none of the lights assembled her would know that, for none of them had seen the past king as she had years ago. Therefore, the second daughter of Jeremiah and Peraphine could not proove herself to this new generation by appearances, she needed something much more.
Flicking her long pearly tresses, Lycoris stood calmly in the middle of the group. Her light brown optics watched the light about her stir restlessly. The two colts she had seen earlier caught her sight once more, still standing upon the edges of the group. Yet as her gaze passed that way, a group of three horses stood out to her. One was a light chestnut stallion, obviously a lead by the way he held himself. Then there were two mares, a light grey Arabian and a beautiful deep bay Azteca. Yet there seem to be some tension between the feas, for the steely vix was giving the russet damsel some pretty nasty looks. It was only as the chocolate hued femme moved away, toward the Queen, that the Arabian settled down. But as Lycoris watched this stranger approach the golden light ruler, she could hear the lead scolding his member feircely.
The neutral Andalusion watched as the Azteca mare questioned Aerandir's heirtage, and demanded proof. Lycoris gave a soft sigh, shaking her eyes as her eyes closed briefly while she sent a prayer up to Vita. The third grandaughter of the gods and the second daughter of the past light monarchs really did have a lot on her hoofs.
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A breeze passed over the group, ruffling the manes of the many peace keepers assembled. Yet there was little peace among the lights at the moment, and a peculiar chestnut colt in the back of the group was quite sceptical about the situation. Clairvoyance had brought him to this land with a promise of safety. He had easily trusted the ebonite Queen, which was against his very nature. But now, she was Queen no longer, and he was being told to follow another. And yet Aerandir did not seem so bad, just a bit more fierce than her older sister.
Hearing Crevan speak, Crimson Tide turned his thick skull to face the younger colt. His new friend was abit shorter than himself, but the dappled palomino looked as if he'd be stouter once he grew. It was Crevan's shyness that made him so different, but then again, the light chestnut American Paint , Kiger Mustang , and Quater Horse cross could barely say anything on the matter. Pulling himself from his own thoughts, Crimson Tide nodded before parting his jowls and speaking.
" Lead stallions these days are rough on those like us. They see us as a threat, because we are younger and will grown into our strength. I understand you not asking anybody, but maybe you should give Aerandir a chance. I'm living here because of Clairvoyance, but I sort of like the new Queen. Once I get to meet her, I want her to know that I'll only be here for another year. After that, I plan to start my own herd. If you'd like, you could come with me to, and be my Beta. "
Grinning, Crimson touched Crevan's shoulder in a friendly nuzzle before looking down at the little fox upon his friend's back. The creature seemed very close to the palomino colt, but the chestnut lad didn't have a problem with it. So, looking the smaller animal in the eye, he said, " You are welcome to join my herd aswell, little Sir. " After that, he just smiled kindly and awaited a reply from his friend. It did not occur to him that the Queen might speak once more, but if she did then he would listen. Her speech earlier had seemed rather genuine, if not a bit dramatic. But in these times, it seemed like things needed to be stressed more than usual.
Re: Meant to Live « Reply #24 on Jun 13, 2008, 12:11pm »
Clairvoyance.
xx._ Count: 3.129 xx._ Characters: Clairvoyance xx._ Involved: herd meeting xx._ Mood : depressed;suicidal;lost xx._ currently open xx._ notes: I told you my characters would be morbidly depressed for a while. xx._ lyrics: various songs from Pink.
It aint easy growing up in world war three never knowing what love could be.
Do you even know who you are
Some say every thing happens for a reason, everything happens for some specific reason. They say everything fits into a specific design, that life will always survive, and only the strong can survive. That when people die, they die for a reason. I myself find myself wandering about these statements many times in my like. I find myself wandering why everything I have ever none has been a lie. The first faces I saw was that of my mothers and her captures. My father will remain lost to me forever. This would be the event to set the pace for my miserable existence, take into mind, I am not a dark, but i doubt if I can call myself a light. I am, lost I am confused. My very existent is an enigma. My sister Laioni, her purpose is to rule darks, and rule them well, my sister Aerandir now holds the light kingdom, am though I have not been cast from the last, I find myself wandering, searching for a purpose in life. Only to find I do not have one. Born from the greats to find out I am nothing, i am not the daughter of my father and mother, I am not what I am supposed to be. I am not the great ruler, the leader of the lights. Although I know somewhere deep inside myself I can lead a nation if I believed in the cause, but simple disagreements is not enough for me to be convinced that I must destroy everything. The war, oh the war, the war had taken everything from me. It had taken my mother, my father, my sanity. the war, I hated it, I couldn’t stand it, I know that as a leader I should be able to fight for my people, lead them into some great victory. I could not, I suppose that is why in their final efforts my mother birthed Aerandir. But the death of god was not enough for me, how could the killing of one be justified by the slaughter of hundreds. More so, my mother promised she would come back for me, she told me to run while Oriel and Layla lay sleeping, she promised... She promised that she would come back for me, that she would find me and, ...and that one day I could meet the golden stag who was rumored to be the lightest heart of all, who was rumored to be the greatest leader. I never saw her again, nor my father. My father’s face is often found in my memories dancing in the flames from the night I was burn. My own hell, would be my life and there was nothing to set me free.
Is life good to you? or is it bad
My existence is worthless, I mean nothing to no one, i thought, will all my little heart I believed that I had meant something to my own mother, only to find out that while she promised to find me, she was off replacing me. The pain I feel is something I will never understand. It is a mix of basic emotions , the blood that runs through us connects both me and my sisters, the fact that we have the same mother and the same father. Yet jealousy lingers, knowing that while my mother promised me she would come back that she would finish teaching me all I needed to know. She promised, and in the end she lied, she never came back, she promised I could see my father and I never did. She promised could rule the lands of the lights, she would teach me how, however I find that I simply was not good enough. That she replaced me. Me her first born, who in the end meant nothing. She saved my life, but she would have saved anyone’s life before her own, I do not hate my mother. However the answer to my questions I will never know. the answers I have to find, I will never know. I know that Aerandir was probably the last one to see my mother, I know that she in all probability saw my father. Her father. And to know that there is no one out there who simply wants to be with me, to keep there promises to teach me, to guide me. To know that all the questions to my answer that I have to find will forever guide me into a lost abyss, to know that I will never truly know what my mother thought of me. To know that my father could have never loved me. To know that I resemble my grandfather the dark god, when i should have been beautiful and pale like my mother, or my sister. To know that i am nothing more than the royal family fuck up. It guides me to the end of my existence. It guides to question everything and everyone. And it lets me know that in the end there is nothing left for me. Nothing, everything I built myself up top be was a lie, everything i am is a lie and even my family heritage... How could I belong to that family. Easy, I belonged to a mother who lied.
I cant tell anymore, I don’t know what I ever had
A lie was a simple thing that kept me connected with my family, and now that I am able to admit to myself it was a lie, I find myself severed from everything I once knew . the dying nerve tenderly plucked from the body, twitching in spasms of pain of which I have never felt before. I doubt you would ever understand I doubt I could ever make you understand. Have you ever felt alone knowing that you were not, betrayed when there is no one there to betray you? Felt a knife plunged into your back. A pain so cold its hot, a anger so hot its cold, constant turmoil in your own mind. Question pounding with all my black little heart. In the end I am all I have, And I do not even know who I am. I am the daughter of the greats who in the end is nothing, I am nothing and I will never amount to anything, I am alone, and I will forever be alone. I have no where to o ,because no where feels like home. Home is where your heart is, but my heart is in pain, my heart was left at the lands of the Layla, my heart was shattered when i learned of my mother death, but heart was scarred when I learned of my replacement. My heart? Where could my heart possibly lie is a world so cold? I am not dark I am not light, I am not neutral, I am nothing and therefore have no one, and no place to go. I wander at will now, i have no responsibilities, not even a reason to live .I will never be the perfect bride, nor the perfect daughter, and i find that as i discover myself I am breaking my families heart, but that is okay, and eye for an eye right? They took m heart first, why not retaliate. Why not renounce my self from having any family ties, why not disappear not the nothing I have become. I have no home anyway, my heart lies not with the darks nor the lights, and the lands of my grandparents seem haunted with the expectation that I will never meet. How can I explain, it would seem I was born someone that I am not., and I do not know if I can handle it.
Do you even know who you are?
My hooves carried me away, further away past the falsified future I once falsely held with the false grasp. Yet then again what would it be in my life if it wasn’t a lie? The truth? Ha. The truth was an imaginary cry from everything I once new. Steadily they pounded as I looked for a world of escape, but there was none, not for me, to become a non believer I would forget who I am completely my blood filled with that of the gods, I am ready to end this pathetic cry for an existence, but I can not forget myself, merely end what ever life I have. Yet as ready as I am for my own death I can not bring it upon myself, but I do drift curiously to find the one who is. I know of at least one stallion who would like to see me blood spilt and then again my dear sister Laioni. The deep seeded hatred between us when i was forced to meet her and forced to serve her family, now that is the only truth I have ever known. I knew not where my misguided feet would lead me, then again the lack of carrying probably had something to do with that. My sleek Arabian body steering off into the dusk. The dying daylight was my favorite time of the day, many times when I was left alone in the Lake Of Stars I would think to myself and wonder what was going on around, it was the only time I felt at home, when I was by myself, so young. It was the only time I remember feeling happy with the redeemed thought of my mothers promise of when the war was over and her and my father would ride in the morning they would find me and as a family we would ride home to my fathers lands and we would live happily in a tie of peace. I remember like I fool I would lay at night and just think. In the morning the will come, and at the end of tomorrow, I will have a family again. That went on for days, months, years I lay rotting in the lands of the Lake of Stars, the stallion there only offering me protection because it was my mother who helped him escape from the herd they both once belonged to, a favor he said. I laid in sweet mesmerizing silence, simply laid there like a fool dreaming on the promise and the bright future ahead of me, I was whole then, I was myself then. Young, hopeful, a dreamer, a beautiful dreamer, but dreams of for fools. I learned this after waiting for two years, then I made my way back here myself, at the age of two I ceased control and tried my best to bring this nation together. I failed perhaps my sister can do a better job, after all she is the true heir. I am nothing, for I was supposed to be the heir but since I am not, what is left for me. Nothing but the cold daunting silence of eternity.
I’m still trying to find out
I made my way from the congregation before my dainty hooves stopped me once again. I wanted with all my being to just leave, walk away and forget everything. I could not, how could I leave my people with out an explanation, how could I leave them with all the questions they had... I could not leave them like that, not like my mother left me. I knew, I understood. Call it magic call it what you may but I have been dreaming a nightmare for years about my mothers betrayal to myself, and I now know it was true. I believe the prophets sent me these visions, gave me a warning so that I could prepare for the day that the realization of all my fears were true. I sighed, my lids closed shut hiding the cold blue eyes from the world. I could not just leave now, I had to help, I had to help my sister rebuild, I had to help my people rebuild. I guess I should stop saying that, I have no one. That is the one thing my mother taught me that I know to be true. She taught me many lessons in the year we shared together, but end the end my teacher left me to my darkest lesson. In the cold waste of eternity I am all I have. I moved swiftly to stand beside my mango hued sister, My obsidian pelt darker than hers, My Arabian stature my slender and petite, yet i held my head tll with a regal pride as I looked to the crowed as leader should. The demand for proof was to be expected yet still it angered me. If it wasn’t for this damn war the world would be so cold, there would not be a reason to b so untrustworthy. The war had changed, the very fiber of my existence was wrapped and coiled around my hatred for this damn war. All I ever wanted was to see the great king of the [ast, my father, now I must bare my eyes on the golden mare who is said to look just like him and all i see is the haunting vision of the day of my birth, I look at her face and I see the golden soldier separated from do to my aunts fire. I hated it, I hated everything, I was no light, but I was no dark. Simply myself, a being created of lies, and held up by broken promises, I stepped forward, ahead of the new queen , my heart searching for word to guide e them, my mind open for the response. my mug opened and I spoke.
Im a lonely girl and I will tell a tale for you
For many months now I have been hiding my secret form you, my nightmares, my dreams. For many months now the prophets of the past gods have been sending me vision to help this herd. I chose today to gather you, I chose today to tell you. It just so happens it is the day, that Aerandir, My full blooded sister decided to show up. I paused I didn’t bother to look back simply speaking to the lords and ladies of the realm. I owed no apology to my sister, I owed it to the people I had been deceiving. The new she brought to you today I had hoped to tell you myself, yet in urgent haste of the future war, I suppose the time I needed to accept could not be taken, and therefore, it must be made now. For many night I laid awake wondering what the message meant, I understand now. The year I was missing is the year she was born, My parents feared I would never return, they feared that I would not lead you to victory, They decided to equip you with a leader that they had raised. That they had taught, to lead the lights into a great victory that had been taken form us before hand. That leader is Aerandir. And with the knowledge of the prophets I step down as your queen. The proof lays with me that she is the new queen, my words should be enough. If there was not proof, do you think I would back down so easily? She is a better choice, and will lead a better nation, you should be proud to have her as your queen. The meadow tickled my ankles, this land was beautiful, but it was not were I belonged, I don’t know where I belong,
Because I’m just trying to make all my dreams come true
My own words pained me in a way I never knew, but I did not let it show , I let know emotion show from my glinting azul orbs, I as exhaled along with it were my last words Are there any more questions? I suppose that when the hatred for my self began, when I realized I was nothing and would accomplish nothing, and that I meant nothing to my own mother and father, to my sisters and to “my people”. The pain grew it was hot inside my chest the weight pulling me down but I stood as if nothing was wrong, I have for so many years. I stood on the fibers of lies as if nothing were wrong gathered here a congregation to release to truth only to have my replacement gallop in and do it for me. Many would now hate, most will now think me a coward, yet when she arrived I have no room to speak, I gathered them with all intentions of telling them but I could not get it out before my sister. Because pain held my tongue and hatred held my mug shut. Hatred for myself? Why not I seemed to be what was wrong with the world, i was the weak spot. I was the family fuck up, it was me waited for my mother, but the day I left that dream behind I left myself and now all I have is the perfect ideal of me, and even that isn’t good enough. But here I was offering the answers to their question because I could not leave them the way everyone abandoned me. I at least had to answer there question before I left, give them peace a mind and reassurance that they were where they belonged, I was the only one out of place. I have always been. My mind wandered to what I would now do, where I would go, i would stay only as long as I was needed, after that I would leave, I don’t know where I will go. I don’t know, what i have to do but I must do something to make myself worth something in my own eyes. i was all I had and I am nothing to myself. I am hollow. A weird sense of emptiness that fills you when you know you are alone in the world. Every one thought i ran away from my duties that year I waited, perhaps mother forgot her promise but I waited, waited for the sun set when mother and father would take me away after the war was over. My pendulum swung at my hinds for a brief moment, i had ignored some questions, questions I felt could be answered by my words but I looked onward to the sunset remembering that day, That day never came, and it never will.
Do you even know who you are? a rising dream on a falling star. --- Is life good or is it bad? because a lonely girl is all you have
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Re: Meant to Live « Reply #25 on Jun 13, 2008, 5:55pm »
Blackfoot watched as everything around him seemed to change. Aerandir becomes the new queen as while Clairvoyance backs down from it. Stepping forwards before anyone else the buckskin mustang x arabain parted his jaws to speak. [I will follow Aerandir just as I almost followed you Lady Clairvoyance.] Blackfoot said as he turned and faced the rest of the group. Jaws parted as he spoke of true wisdom and something he learned from his sire. A leader himself. [Trust in the hearts of those who seek power and that they will lead us into great victory against those who despise the light. I wholeheartedly encourage every single one of you to support what Lady Clairvoyance and Aerandir have told us. Support them as we will support ourselves to make all us lights come together to show our past leaders that we are one. And will stand for what's right and not wrong.] Gaze turned to Aerandir and Clairvoyance as he gave each of them a respected nod then stepped down from where he was. Words of light and truth were something he learned growing up. To become a leader of his father's herd. But that was taken by his twin brother. So he left in search of a new home. And bring the truth to those that seek it. Which today he's spoken of it.
Twin towers swiveled back as a stallion approached them pushing his way in between him and Kochia. A rough snort was given in response towards the stallion who became angry at Kochia. Who dared to speak to his cousin like that. "If I may say, Kochia should not be spoken to with that kind of tone M'Lord. If you are wise. Let her speak, before you speak in such tone as that." Aeolus said as he gave a simple nod towards Kochia and moved away from the pair and trotted off in another direction. Preferably towards the mare that she'd spoken to earlier. Pulling to a halt beside the mare a dip of his crown was given. "Greeting's m'lady, my dubbance is Aeolus. Lord of Lighted Meadow. Might I inquire yours?" He asked with a gentle tone.
.::.Twin towers flicked forwards as Helaku approached and spoke in such tones as that. Whipcords lashed out behind her haunches before settling down. Looking away the alabaster mare gave a soothing sigh before speaking. "My apologies M'lord. I didn't mean for my rude behavior towards your friend. I didn't like the way she barged in between us without saying excuse me. That's being polite." The dove said with calm collective tones in her voice. Angelic words poured from her lips as she spoke as if she was singing yet again. "I'm sorry for causing you trouble. If you wish me gone, then I will leave as soon as you want me away. Please don't get angry like that anymore. It hurts me inside." Kochia said finally raising her crown and looking towards Helaku. Awaiting his response.::.
Crevan stood up with Cisco still on his back. But the young colt didn't move or anything. Just stood where he was beside his new friend. Indeed. Clairvoyance gave me the chance to live among her herd. She seemed very nice when I met her at the meadow not to long ago. But this new queen kinda made me lose interest. Right now is that fact why is there two queens in the lands and one stepped up to take what is possibly hers. As Crimson spoke about having a herd of his own and making Crevan the beta. The young colt nickered then returned the nuzzle on his friends shoulder. I'll do what ever I can to help you in the herd you'll be running in the near future. Cisco will help to. Crevan said returning his attention onto the crowd. Twin towers flicked forwards awaiting for the new queen to speak.
Re: Meant to Live « Reply #26 on Jun 16, 2008, 1:55pm »
The days before this had been simple, I knew and understood what I was made for. I usd to recite the many lessons on how a leader should act in certain situations, play the memories of my dam lecturing me over and over in my head. But there are things that even an eternity of speeches can not cover, and I walked into that the moment my hooves touched my homeland's soil. I put myself in unfamiliar ground when I announced myself so bluntly to these horses, and to my sister. I was foolish to expect to be accepted easily, to think I would have little trouble taking my rightful place upon the throne that I had been bred for. Now I wonder, and doubt, that I can lead the lights. They have been unruled for so long, without of a Queen or King, but they were hardly free. Do they even want to come together again?
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Invisible hands snatched at the creamy tresses of the saffron seraph, her dusty gaze traveling over those massed just below. She could feel their conflicting emotions in the air, sense the placid and bellicose feelings as if they were her on. A few of the eyes she met held contempt, others confusion, but most were dismal. The rank she held, the divine blood in her veins, all of which made her the Queen meant little to most of them. Maybe to some, her bloodline actually mattered, but she could see that her followers needed more than that. They needed a leader, someone they could trust and look up for advice. They needed strength, spirit, and determination, and she could be that for them. But she was not given a chance, for many voices raised to question her. It wasn't until one mare stepped forward that the new leader of the lights actually let her temper flare.
The Azteca femme called for proof, and Aerandir's gaze locked unto her with the fires of Nyteic himself in her eyes. The Queen let a snarl crawl up her windpipes, but kept it deep in the baze of her vocal cords as she stared at this single equine. This mare had made the wrong choice to question the golden emperess, because now she would bear the punishment of all that had doubted their new queen. The snarl rose in pitch, the lips of the young honey hued damsel drawing back threateningly. Her muscles tensed, haunches bunching together as he prepared to launch herself down before the ground and show them what Jeremiah and Perapshine had created of her. Yet just as she was ready to unleash the wild rage her grandfather had installed deep within her blood, a voice floated over the ground. The beautiful tunes came from her side, and Aerandir turned her twisted facade to look upon the midnight frame of her sister. Clairvoyance was speaking on behalf of her younger sibling, trying to ease the doubts of the lights and sway them to her cause. Yet she was also admitting her failure to them, and this moved the new Queen deeply. Her fury faded completely as she listened to the ebonite doe, and was speechless after her sister was done speaking. What was there to say to that?
Another cool autumn breeze passed over the gathering of peace keepers, ruffling manes and cooling any who had become over heated. A silence settled over the group, the many pairs of eyes looking at eachother and then back up to the two daughters of the past light rulers. Decsions were being made, silently, but nonetheless being made. It was not until a buckskin Arabian and Mustang mix stallion stepped before the group and the Queen and announced his loyalty to Aerandir that the sunkiss'd mistress pulled herself out of her thoughts. She appreciated this stranger's support, but was ashamed not to know his name although he spoke as if Clairvoyance had accepted him into the herd. So, stepping forward so that she was midway down the small knoll, she looked the knight in the eyes and spoke in warm tones.
" Good sir, I accept your fealty with all of my heart, and treasure your courage in these hard times. May I know the name you are called, kind lord? "
Looking just over the shoulder of the buckskin stud, Aerandir's gaze fell upon the mare that had questioned her earlier. A flash of rage sent the Queen to tensing her muscles once more, but she pushed he instinct to punish the mare away. Looking to the stallion she had just spoken to, she smiled and excused herself for a moment before stepping up before the blood bay Azteca. The Queen's gold brushed frame looked to be just as strongly built as this fea's, which she had to appreciate since these days there were too any frail vixen. But her appearances were nothing, for the emperess was before her to proove something. So, looking this stranger dead in the eyes, Aerandir spoke in calm and clear tones.
" My proof is in my blood. My proof covers my bones. My proof is in the soil you stand upon, and in the air you breath. I am Aerandir, second daughter of past king Jeremiah and past queen Perasphine, grandaughter of the mother goddess Vita and frightening flame weilder Nyteic. I am the Queen of the lights. "
Lowering her tiara, Aerandir looked to be bowing to Mnemosyne , but her actions were far from that. Instead, she closed her cinnamon optics and touched her lips to the cool soil between her front hooves. She whispered something into the earth, making sure that none could hear but the lush grass she spoke to. Then, her crown was lifted and she smiled sweetly to Nemo, raising her chin above the loner's. Her eyes danced with miscief, and she didn't even glance down at the earth when it began to vibrate.
The vibration was barely felt, but it was there, beneath the hooves of the Queen and of the mare that had dared to question her. Then the grass was swallowed beneath brilliant blue flowers and they sprang up from the ground, so thick that nothing beneath their sapphire beauty could be seen. These strange flowers sprang up all around Nemo, swallowing the russet fea's hooves like a wave. And when they completely surrounded her, the vibration ended and the flowers swayed in another passing autumn breeze. Aerandir happily grinned, and looked the zteca dead in the eyes once more. The magic that surrounded the palomino made her glow faintly as she spoke once more.
" I am your Queen, and I will not stand to be questioned again. " Witout, Aera began to turn about to return to the buckskin brujo's side when a couple of horses caught her eye. The light chestnut stallion was scolding a light grey Arabian mare, his voice cold as ice and hard as steel. The Queen could not hear what was said, but it was obvious that this stud was a lead commanding one of his herd members. Interested, the sunkiss'd leader watched long enough to see an Andalusion stallion come into the scene, scolding the lead as if he had any authority. It was then that Aerandir decided to join in on this issue, since it was obviously disturbing the gathering. So, she walked into the crowd, not needing to excuse herself since they more than happily parted. When reaching the two stallions and mare, the Andalusion was just departing to stand at another mare's sound.
" Is there a problem here? I could not help but notice you two squabbling, and would like to know what could be more important than your Queen trying to bring peace for all lands? So, please, introduce yourselves and exlplain the matter, since it is obviously more important than making sure you don'tdie when the darks strike again. "
Re: Meant to Live « Reply #27 on Jun 16, 2008, 3:11pm »
Lemme Fly. I wanna fly. Fly Solo or with you. It makes no difference. But hurry. For time is running low.
Thorns flickering as everything suddenly started to break loose. The guess were being thrown out, but not ot he brute it seemed they didn't even know he was there, but to the dove. They seemed to doubt the vix that even the old queen back up. So why would they all doubt this vixen so. Really if someone decided to throw something else into the air that was againest this new queen well Solo might have to speak up. It is quite true though why shouldn't all of these equines believe this femme. She was speaking the truth no doubt with the others back up it should be quite easy to see who the queen was to be. It should be oh so very simple. But equines of the blessed tend to be a bit naive. Well all equines tend to be naive in there own way. Naive to new things. Naive to new equines. Naive to the thought of powers or a peaceful way of living. No of course no equine could picture Hellions, Blessed and Fallen living in peace except for this draft. This bastard was able to picture any group mingling or speaking in peace no matter how different. How may you ask that a buck could see something like this. Even the doves can't imagine a world like that how could a buck? Well maybe a buck who has seen it. Maybe a buck who has expierenced it. Yes Solo this stag that seemed to be of Hellion raising had known what it was like to live in peace with everyone. But of course nothing good can last and then it all crumbled. Then suddlenly the up bringing of hellions who cared for nothing started. Well they taught Solo and he tried he really did. But he couldn't do it. So he left. He had to. There was no way he could have stayed there and kept playing that game. Ribbon whipped the ebony splotched hide. Hands gripped the titians thick banner and threw it to the otherside of his nape. Slice and dice that was all. Part of his banner on one side nad the other on the other side. Ribbon still flicking as the stag looked over towards where the new queen approached the squabbling pair. One had thrown some nasty statements out and was now being punished by the lippazzaner.
I need to set flight. I don't wanna feel guilty anymore. So if that means leaving you behind. Then I'll get over it. But will you?
He just watched the Colombe make her way over and spout her lyrics. The stag then watched as the Queen lowered her naw to the ground and seemed like she kissed the soil then spoke some tune. This puzzled Solo and caused him to take a few timid steps forward. Then suddenly blue flowers sprouted up and out and surrounded a russet fea's daggers. The Queen seemed prouded of what she had done. She seemed like she was just showing off to the vix. But then her words made so much sense. But throwing those flowers it seemed a little over done. It seemed that she had done a little to much. But what dove didn't want to show off what littl epower they held. Oh no but it wasn't meant in a way that would make fea's sound useless and stupid. Though they weren't but as little fillies the thoughts would get shoved into their craniums. But some over came it and grew up to proud and strong like this fea here. Solo ended up closer than he had truthfully wanted. Feathers lightly bouncing to and fro from his daggers thick frame. Maw lightly lowered as he snorted into the grassy terrain then his crown raised once more and his ebony pools were set upon the colombe. Haunches shifting as he puffed out his chest, but then let it deflate as a sigh poured from his canines. Thorn flicker and hang to the side as he watched the miss take care of the squabbling pair. She handled the situation quite well even though none answered. But Solo couldn't think of a better way to handle the problem. Her words were true enough though. Everyone was gathered here to meet their new queen and hope to find a way to pull themselves together to make an army. Make am army that ca ndestory the darks. A smirk toyed at the ends of his maw. Justhte thought of them sent a smirk across his maw. A devilish smirk. Oh yes by the way he stood and the way he walked it seemed he was here on a misson with his size and strength well it didn't help just his all around appearence. It really disgusted Solo to look in the oake and see this picture instead of a small arabain like figure there was this huge dark creature that hung over most over blessed equines. Though many hellions seemed to match his height. Shaking his crown sending the spirarling thoughts from his mind His thorns flickered back to the hiney dued femme and the other equines. Muscles tensed as his daggers took him closer to the blessed equines. Why should he be so nervous they were his own kind weren't they? Weren't they the equines who also shared a light soul as he did? No. No one knew what he had been threw. No one knew what he had with standed. No one knows him now. Most femmes are only blessed beccause they were raped and their hearts were broken or they watched the family/ herd slugthered before their very pools. But none were like Solo. If they knew. Then they would probably assume that he woulde turn on them in the end. That he would take the Hellions side in the end. That he wasn't loyal in anyway. But Solo could and would ignore this lies. He wouldn't listen to them as they assumed the worst and couldn't just try to trust this buck on his word. But no of course not it has to go by the looks not the word. Since all of this blessed were light breeds none a heavy draft such as himself. Even his own beta was a light draft. Quarter horse. Palomino just lke this Queen. Except she took on more of a honey color as Phoenix took the solar rays hue. Both creamed banners and ribbons just the same.
Will you be able to survive with out me? Without your slave? Without your little bitch? Well I'm done with that. I wanna move on. Wanna grow up. Be my own man.
A small almost unauidable snort left the stags nares as he reached the femme. His ribbon flicked carefully and cautiousily as he approached. In this move it almost made him seem dark most likely. But he hasn't talked to an equine or even been around any in a good long time. His insides were flipping and he felt a smidge bit light headed, but he never let it show. His only company was Phoenix though he doesn't speak to the buck all to much. Only when he is asked a question or spoken to. Unless he needs to speak or say something to Phoenix Solo generally keeps to himself in his lands. Roi he was though he probably wasn't a very good one. But with time and after he got use to being around equines and speaking to them once more he could make a great leader. Ribbon flicking at his haunches as his hind pistons made a little jumping with them as he took a few steps back. Solo probably looked like a retard, but he really didn't care. His crown lowered in respect to the queen and then his frame backed up away not wanting to disturb the Queen with her work. Her crown then rose once more. Ebony pools watching the Queens every movement. Yes he must have really looked like a hellion in this gesture. His thorns poised on the mare. Ebony pools locked upon her frame. Every flick of the ribbon was seen by him. Every movement of the eye was caught by him. He was so intent on watching this queen. He wanted to know his Queen as much as possible. Haunches shifting weight. With that bow of his crown then they should have known he was a dark, but of course if thery judged this Queen so harshly why wo0uldn't they judge him just as bad. Maybe worse or maybe they wouldn't even think anything of it.
I wanna be in charge for a change. I'm done taking orders. I'm done being tied down by you. Being made to feel guilty about nothing. I know you'll cry and beg. But I'm gonna plug my ears. I'm gonna say goodbye to you. Right here and right now.
Who knows, but either way Solo would find out. Letting the pain numb his fear. Letting their judgments be the pain that numbs the fear. Solo just shook these evil thoughts from his mind. Thorns flickering about as he waited for the Queen. He prefered not to speak as long as he could since that would be so easily to mistake him for a dark. Low mysky tune that had a harsh edge with a steel wrao around. Thick and creamy yet hard and evil was his pathetic tune. Though there is a siftness that rounds the edges of his steeled tune. A hidden light under those murky pools. Trying to hide his tune wouldn't work all to well though he could, but it was never able to be hidden completely. Let the steel rumble. Let his murky pools gaze upon your pelt. For they are those of a light bastard who is just trying ot prove himself a light. No more and no less. Not a dark of any sort. Or a equine saying he deserves to be the Roi over the blessed because of his past. Crown high up came slowly down to a respectable height as he waited to see those light blue pools clash with his hard murky pools. What will be her first thoughts? Who knows you can never judge an equine by their cover. This stag knows all about that. Haunches once more shifting their weight. Thorns sliced down againest his skull as he waited patiently for his turn with the Queen. Yes many others wanted to speak with her. But Solo wanted to introduce himself to the Queen then leave. He wanted to return to his peacful bowl. That stayed oh so quiet only disturbed by the rare comment or the rustle of the leaves. Tensed muscles heaved up as a silent sigh was released. Feathers falling silent as his ribbon fell inbetween his haunches and said nothing. Murky pools took a quick galence at the other equines. Their stares focusing on the mare. Not even noticing him. It was like they were over looking him. Murky pools flashed back to her. Wanting to see the look in those sweet blue pools as she took her first look. Nares flaring then suddenly falling silent. Still as a statue only his tensed muscles quietly moving taking in the sir he needs to breathe. Though nothing was given away from the stag. Nothing of evil or of light. Just a neutral ground. Staring and waiting Solo stood tall though never holding his crown to high.
Please don't cry. I know it has to be hard. Saying goodbye... But I need to fly Solo. I just saw. The true you was revealed to me. I'm leaving you behind for now and always.
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Re: Meant to Live « Reply #28 on Jun 16, 2008, 7:34pm »
Somewhere deep within me, I felt a sharp twinge, as if something had snapped, liquid flowing out of the broken pieces and flooding them, drowning them in its wake, drowning me as well. Kochia’s words were once again sweet, but now it seemed like they were laced into the words as a poison might be laced into a drink, unseen, unfelt, not tasted, but still there. Her soft words were sighing and musical, twisted with sadness, a fear of rejection, and a quiet alertness. I couldn’t breathe, no matter how much I might thrash to break free of the waters that clouded my mind. I was disgusted, both at how Kochia had changed at my scolding, and at myself, at how shameless I was, how foolish, and yet still with the gall to call myself a Light, to lie to others that I was a Light. How could I so easily fall for someone at first sight, play out mental pledges of love before I really knew them? How could I suddenly be so willing to wrap Kochia in the embrace of my body, to forgive her just to please her and to make her love me? How could I want to pick her, whom I’d known for scant half a day, over Nemo, my comrade-at-arms that I’d known all my life? My stomach heaved unpleasantly.
A rough snort in my ear made me whirl around, my eyes alighting on the stallion that Kochia had been so eager to join. His words filled me with spiteful fury. Just who the hell was he to talk? If Kochia was so important to him, he could just take her, take her, and get out, just so that I would never have to look at either of them again! But then I noticed his scent, so familiar, so like Kochia’s; that I starkly realized that he was related to her- not quite brother and sister, but nonetheless close. I was so ashamed at my own thoughts that he was gone before I could think of any sort of reply, and I was alone with Kochia once more.
Hesitantly, I turned back to her as she fell silent, her words fading like musical notes on the breeze. She looked at me sadly but intently, expecting me to pity her and yet at the same time expectant for a reply. But I was speechless, and hardly in the mood to entertain her. What could I, a tainted murderer, possibly say? I wanted to leave, not speak to her. I wanted to go and think. I was oppressed and smothered here, crushed into liquid. All I could manage was to shake my head, and I started to move away. But before she was out of earshot, words popped unbidden and unthought-of into my mouth, and as I spoke them I felt as if it were vomit passing through my lips.
“Kochia… no one has the time to be polite anymore. You’re living in a fantasy if you think anyone has time for anything anymore.” A fantasy, just like me. A fantasy, before the wildcat killed Mother. A fantasy, before the Downfall killed us all. A fantasy, before I walked in madness. A fantasy, before I murdered an innocent filly. With those words I turned away, striding towards the edge of the crowd. I had introduced myself to Clairvoyance. Nemo was, amazingly enough, doing well on her own. And Kochia could stay with her cousin or uncle or whatever he was for a long enough while. I needed to be alone. I needed to think. Too many thoughts swirled in my head, threatening to tip the contents of my stomach.
As I reached the rising slope of the knoll, I glanced up tiredly, expecting to see the barren, lonely ridge above me. But what I saw silenced my nausea, quieted the self-hating thoughts in my head. A lone vix stood at the crest of the hill, creamy tresses floating dreamily in the wind. I would have thought her to be a late arrival and merely ignored her presence if it wasn’t for the way she held herself. Proud, tall, confident, I didn’t doubt that she was of high status for a single moment. Upon her elegantly painted façade, a canvas of brushes and ink, was drawn a grim, stoic expression of one who knew hardship, of misery and the wisdom gained from it. She strode down the hill, eyes as soft and vague as the pulse of a heartbeat, as the clouded visage of the moon on a night veiled in fog. She moved through the assembled crowd with the grace of an ancient phantom, one who had trapped the sunlight within her bodice and risen from the otherworld, slipped into the world of the living, freed. She greeted Clairvoyance silently, a sharp contrast to the obsidian-hued Queen, and turned to address the lot of us in a powerful, beguiling voice.
I was silent and unmoving throughout the following events, taking in the sudden flip in the hierarchy, at the sudden coronation of Queen Aerandir. Clairvoyance stepped down from her position with all the authority and calm of a daughter of Jeremiah, making way for her younger sister. I was silenced both mentally and verbally by the switch, and awed by Aerandir, awed at her total control, at her beauty, at how she dominated all assembled, even I, standing as far back in the crowd as I was…
But then, rarely does peace and calm remain without Nemo eventually screwing it all up.
She had somehow slipped to the front of the crowd without my noticing, approaching the Queen until she was the closest to her, and her words, loud, throaty, measured, carried all the way to my pricked harks, and a soft squeak escaped my lips, but I cut it off at the last moment. I wildly flung myself into the throng, fighting to make my way towards Nemo, swearing, and apologizing in a mumble of words, squeezing my way towards the Queen as fast as I could. I broke free of the crowd, crashing headlong towards the two of them, but one glance at the Queen froze me in my tracks instantly. Fire was in her eyes, a deep, roiling anger, barely contained and about to be unleashed, with the power of the Gods supporting it. It was a creature, a yellow, spiny creature, rearing its head, its burning red eyes, its black claws. I released a strangled squeal. Oh, Gods, oh Gods, Nemo had really fucked up this time, and now the Queen would turn her into stone, or burn her into ashes, or use her in some horrifying way as an example to all the others. Words flew out of my mouth in stammering jumbles.
“My lady! Ladies… please, forgive my friend, she- she- she-” I desperately searched for some reason, some excuse that would make Aerandir forgive Nemo’s insolence, some way that might save her idiot hide. I briefly caught Nemo’s eye, who was glancing at me quizzically. “She… was brought up very badly, by a whore.” Yes, that was the truth, and I didn’t need to look at Nemo to feel her questioning gaze turn into a furious glare. “She has s-some issues… yes, lots of issues… I don’t know all of them, no, but please forgive her, she meant no harm, really, my Queen, if you would just… my Lady, Milady?”
That blockheaded, idiot Helaku, rushing in like that without a second thought! My lips curled into a snarl, baring my ivory teeth like long rows of crocodile teeth, snapping them menacingly as he blabbered, but he wasn’t looking at me, was completely held by the Queen, but she was ignoring him, ignoring his fruitless gambling. What a fool he was, what a blind ignoramus! I longed for him to shut his mouth, and I would be quite happy to do so for him if he didn’t!
Suddenly, sweet lyrics filled my head, and I turned to stare at the old Queen, her voice soft and yet clear as crystal water. Helaku’s babbling thankfully fell silent as she spoke, and I was equally silenced by her words. I had the proof of Clairvoyance, I could see as much from the ebon Queen. Her words were profound, ringing of truth, and silence descended upon the clearing. The entire assembly seemed to have been lulled into peace when a male voice broke the silence with the ease of a fist shattering a mirror, his words ringing loudly and coarsely against my ears. All heads turned to the buckskin who spoke of power and victory against the Darks; every single hark was turned, every eye on him. His words were powerful and meant for Aerandir, and she was thankful to him, grateful for his support. That was one equine who believed in her, I thought, although my own suspicions were already fading like mist, Aerandir the sun that burned it away.
But then her gaze was on me once again, trapping me in those livid eyes. I saw her muscles tense furiously with restrained anger, her eyes flashing with the irrevocable fury of a God. I returned her gaze calmly, not arrogantly, knowing full well that she was going to react like this. I was in for a lively scolding, if not a severe beating, but I had voiced my opinion for a reason. I certainly wasn’t going to follow every horse that climbed down from that knoll and proclaimed themselves the new leader, God-born or not. I wanted my proof. If I was to follow such a mare, I wanted to have a reason to fight in her name. But as I gazed upon those eyes, filled with the wrath of Nyteic and yet also the arrogant tranquility of Vita, I was lulled by it, entranced by those eyes, by the hardness of her gaze. Perhaps twice as young as I, and yet I saw hidden strength that was beyond my own, strength that could only be attuned to a God, or at least the spawn of one. She hated me, I knew, hated me with every fibre of her being, hated me and wanted me punished for it. I awaited it, knowing full well I wasn’t in any real danger. I knew the young Queen; hate me as much as she did, would not simply kill me right then and there. It would cause havoc and unrest in her ranks- every equine who served her would forever be casting glances behind their backs, always burdened with the question, “Am I next?” if she planned to punish me in such a way. I was certain she would choose some other way.
And I was right. Her words were proud, furious, she stared at me as if she yearned for her gaze to burn bullet-sized holes in me, and I simply nodded, knowing she wasn’t nearly finished. As she lowered her head, I thought at first that perhaps she was bowing to me contemptuously, openly mocking me, but as I saw her lips caress the grass with a whisper, her words unheard to any ear but to whomever she spoke to, I knew that whatever she had in store for me was coming at that moment. I met her gaze evenly as she smiled, her eyes flickering mischievously. The ground rumbled beneath us, vibrating and shaking, threatening to throw my tiny body off balance. But I stood, determined to be as unmoved by the vibrations as the Queen was, although I couldn’t help but gaze at the ground in curiosity, wondering what would come of her whispers.
I squealed, my voice a high-pitched, indignant screech as the ground began to rumble, Aerandir’s eyes glittering with a demonic light, Nemo standing stock still and waiting. Gods, she was sending Jeremiah to turn her into stone, no, she was opening up the ground to send Nemo to the last levels of hell, she was going to kill her, to kill her, to use her to her will. Suddenly I was filled with fury, a fury compared to nothing I had felt for Kochia, an anger that writhed within me like some boneless snake. Queen or not, no horse was going to use her for some sick, insane example. My limbs were pushed by an invisible force, a force that made me suddenly swing violently to the side and crash sidelong into Nemo. She had been expecting an assault from the front, not the flank, and the impact sent her spinning and almost tumbling to the earth.
I swayed violently, hating Helaku with all my being, cursing his brute stupidity, his total lack of self-control as I regained my footing, about to attack him brutally, to show him exactly what it meant to knock me off my feet. But then, before I could speak, my eyes were filled with an explosion of blue, sapphires and zircon that glowed with a radiant azure light, swallowing up the earth until it was an ocean of flowers, swallowing me and Helaku, who seemed to have fallen off his own feet and lay splayed on the ground, dazed. Just as suddenly, it was gone, leaving me blinking confusedly. Aerandir was leaving, striding away, suddenly no longer interested in me. I stared after her, but then, determined not to be ignored, moved to follow. I kicked at Helaku to get moving, and he uttered a pained groan, but eventually stood, shaking and unsteady as a newborn trying out its legs for the first time. Once I was sure Helaku was stable, I followed the Queen, making my way toward her through the crowd. As I managed to catch up with her to some extent, I spoke, my words easy and unperturbed.
“Alright, milady, you’ve convinced me that you’re the Queen.” I paused as I saw who we were approaching- Kochia. She stood alone in the grass, and Helaku overtook me enough to stand next to her, his gaze fixed on the Queen. Aerandir had obviously noticed their little spat, and I fell silent; allowing the matter to pass before I properly introduced myself to the Queen, and told her of my long-planned proposition.
I quavered as the Queen’s gaze swept over me, her dark gaze like iron bolts being driven into my skin. I was angry and terrified and awed all at the same time, feeling lousy and worthless before her sweeping, divine gaze. I tried to force words out of my mouth, but they came out as breathless gasps, I was shaking too hard to speak. Nervous, I glanced at Nemo, silently willing her to speak for me, hoping that she might somehow save me from being further embarrassed. She sighed, rolling her eyes to the heavens, appearing to offer up some oath to the Gods, and took pity on me.
“This infantile chutzpah is Helaku, Helaku’s Lyre. As you can see, milady, not much in the way of dignity or intelligence, but I can assure you that his fighting skills are above impressive.” She suddenly smiled, and winked at me encouragingly. “Little miss sunshine over here is his Kurva, the only one he’s got.”
She fell silent, and I managed to collect my courage and speak in a relatively stable voice. “I am czar of Everlasting Light, my Queen, a small meadow near your borders, and I came to offer me and my future herd’s loyalties to you. This is Kochia, my Kurva…” I suddenly fell silent, feeling for all of me like a child, and muttered, “It was nothing, milady… just a little spat. It’s all worked out now.” It certainly wasn’t, I was still spiteful, but I wanted the Queen to remove that fierce gaze of hers as soon as possible. I felt like a mouse under the stare of a hungry cobra, soon to be lunch and awaiting my fate. I slumped slightly, not willing to meet those eyes of hers.
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Re: Meant to Live « Reply #29 on Jun 16, 2008, 8:37pm »
As the queen stepped down from her throne twin towers swiveled forwards as she spoke in calm sweet voice. [M'Lady, my dubbance is Blackfoot one of the followers of this fine herd.] He said with a gentle voice as he stepped aside to give her space as she moved past him to speak with a few others. When she returned to his side as gaze turned facing her before turning to face a pair of equines arguing or something. Body shifted sideways as he faced the pair as well as others in the area. Black tassel flicked aside from behind him as black audits swiveled forwards. Listening to things around him. Being the son of a high lord was to learn how to listen to things around him and find little things that were missed in a conversation.
Aeolus shifted around as the stallion left Kochia's side and moved off in a different direction. But soon went through the crowd to get to the Azteca mare who spoke to Aerandir about proof. Though he spoke about it as well, but kept silent. Watching Kochia for a minute his gaze shifted towards the stallion then returned to the mare that the queen spoke to. The Andalusian stallion shifted his weight and moved towards a different area awaiting the little mingle in the group to settle down.
.::.Listening to Helaku's words hurt the arabian mare more. As he left her side and headed to a different direction, then reversed as his friend was getting in trouble. Why would someone step into something that isn't their problem. Banner shook in annoyance before retreating to a better place to stand, but before she could do that twin towers swiveled hearing the new queens voice. "Kochia, m'Queen. Sorry for the rude interruption from m'Lord for you were speaking to someone. And giving a demonstration." She said with a gentle voice. Bodice turned from the stallion and the mare, but gave a small nod towards her queen, before heading towards the middle of the group. Gaze turned as a new comer appeared, but made little hesitation as he continued to approach the group. A small nod of greeting was given to him before returning to the rest of the groups attention.::.
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Meant to Live « Reply #30 on Jun 23, 2008, 6:50pm »
I looked about those assembled with some curiousity, seeing the different expressions and feelings the lights had for their new Queen. But really, I sought the facade of my long lost beloved, Reece's Midnight. He was a light, and owned the land of Sunset Valley, and yet he was not here. Long ago, whenever Jeremiah called the meetings, I had come to this very spot to listen to the great king. Then, I had had the company of my blessed hearted brujo, but now I was alone. I was the taint among these pure souls, the lone neutral that came only to see the daughters of the past light royals. I felt unwanted, even though none had looked upon me with disdain. I stayed only to support Queen Aerandir, but it seems that my time was coming to a quick end.
I witnessed Princess Clairvoyance's speech, and a smile touched my lips in joy and pity that the sister of the Queen would say such things. She had realized that her pressence was no longer needed, and had gracefully stepped down from the throne while also pulling Aerandir into it. I could practically feel the lights around me start to accept the young palomino mare as their new ruler. I was happy that things were finally starting to untangle, and watched the scene of Aerandir and the Azteca with a pleasant smile upon my maw. When the golden lady moved back to settle a small dispute between a lead and one of his herd mares, I gave a soft sigh. Looking about with a faint hope, I was crushed once again to find that Reece's Midnight had not arrived. If he was not here by now, then he was never going to be, which meant I was no longer welcome. I had to leave.
Giving a rough snort, I turned my thick ivory frame away from the new light Queen. I gently pushed my way to the outside of the crowd, brushing up against a patiently waiting ebonite stallion and a passing by the two colts I had seen earlier. When I finally reached the outside of the group, I turned my head to give one last look to the daughters of Jeremiah and Perapshine, only to find Aerandir in conversation with the lead and his mare and Clairvoyance disappearing into the forest. The lights were finally woven back into the flow of Amanecer, taking their rightful place once again. I had come here some years ago and found a home, and then had watched it all fall away. Now, I was to leave the only lands I had known as home to return to my own alliance. But I would never stop wishing these halo bearers good will, and if war ever returned, I would stand among them again. But until that time came, because it was inevitable, I would be what I had been born to be, a neutral.
- - -
A nod was given in understanding to the dappled palomino colt's words by Crimson Tide. The chestnut two year old knew that the queenship was a confusing matter at the moment, but it was not for long. Before he could reply to his friend's words, Lady Clairvoyance stepped up and made quite a speech before officially handing the throne to Aerandir. The midnight hued mare then walked away, leaving behind the royal business to the true new light Queen. It seemed that the matter was quite settled, and it did not matter if anyone raised a voice in protest. The Azteca fea that had was dealt with in the most unusual way, and the lanky lad was glad that he had not voiced his own doubts. It was only when one of his fellow herd members, a buskskin Arabian and Mustang stallion named Blackfoot, stepped up and pledged his loyalty to Aerandir that the light youth finally accepted his new ruler.
Turning his head to look at Crevan after Queen Aerandir spoke for herself and then moved off to handle individual business, Crimson Tide was pleased to hear that he would have a Beta when he decided to claim his own land. Next spring, he would be old enough to start his own herd, and already he had an advantage with the sunkiss'd colt by his side. Together, they could create a safe and welcome home for any future fillies born among the lights. Just at the thought of finding some young ladies their age, the chestnut tossed his head excitedly and gave a gleeful whicker. When he finally settled down, he grinned at Crevan and Cisco before parting his jowls and speaking in animated tones.
" When spring turns the lands green again, we can set out to find us a new land. If there is nothing open, then we can try to steal one. Surely between us two, if we have to fight, we can defeat any opponent. "
Giving another whicker of excitement, Crimson Tide shook his neck happily and then settled down. His mane fell against his long, thick serpentine haphazardly, his forelock covering his chocolate colored eyes. Auds flicked about as conversations between pairs of horses floated to them in snatches. The bloodbath'd colt could tell that the meeting would be over soon, and he was ready to run through the forest with Crevan and Cisco and play. All they needed to do was ask Aerandir if the unique pair could stay in her lands, and that shouldn't be too hard.
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Re: Meant to Live « Reply #31 on Jul 15, 2008, 5:23pm »
How long have I been walking down this god forsaken path? God… wasn’t I just walking into her lair just now? Haven’t I promised myself I would go find her, asking her like a pathetic dying dog to be preached and groomed like a bitch. While my sister is dead and gone I am off finding help by a little Goddess Queen… Even I knew I didn’t believe what I’m trying to convince myself to think. This Goddess Queen can help change my rotten life, like rain-washing out a draught. My beautiful head remained hanging low; I didn’t think it was beautiful. How can a face be beautiful when its soul was not? Whenever I look to see my reflection bouncing back at me in the life of the water, I only see someone else. The someone else I see is tall and lean, with a soft coat that resembles the swift moon and black ruby eyes glints. My eyes were sharp, but my features held delicacy, it held weakness to me. The scars that had been scorched on me moulded away from its caked scabs of blood to a dark line that begun to be blocked away by my freckles. My hooves and body was caked in dried up mud and dirt, I have forgotten to care for myself since that day, but the nervousness in my bones brought me to bathing myself in a stream and afterwards drying off on the grass. I felt cleansed from some pain, but not all of it, though I did glint with pride at how much has changed with just that one wash. Enough about the past, nothing of the small can help me on this dreadful journey through life where as my larger past have haunted my days and nights until I’m left to sear in the sky in desperation. I was a lost soul, even I knew it, but I did not care.
My light hooves brushed through the dusty soil, and my sight was looking at nothing while my mind was looking at something. There was a change of wind, welcoming me to the land led by a Goddess Queen. I walked through her lands; rich with beauty it was like a fantasy strolling through such life that inhabited this place. Whistling grass sprung up holding ribbons of colourful flowers that buzzed with cute small furry bees under the brightest and amazing blue sky anyone could find. I took no notice of this fantasy, the landscape around me did nothing to end my suffering it was at least easy to walk through. It was beautiful, but it would remain frozen like that when I come back and care. I was born in such a beautiful looking land, and it the end it lay dead as part of the Dark lands. I didn’t want to take revenge like a normal person would, I just wanted to lay down and disappear to be with my sister, my friend. I never knew how, but my thoughts would always shift to her, her smiling face that would urge me to run with the wind and follow her. She’d gone through much suffering in her small past, but I tended to her wounds and she thanked me by making moments of my life the happiest. Of course she wasn’t my real sister, my parents could not have anymore fillies or foals at the time, but we’ve adopted her into our home. In my mind, I’ve repeated over and over the story of my loss, yet no gain. I’d talk to myself, pretend I’m talking to her, but the wind will stop and everything will go silent, that is when the conversation ends. That is when my heart cracks just a little more. Pitiful, is it not? Whispers have touches my ears, different voices say the same thing, Move On. How am I able to move on, if there is no where to move on to?
I am a crazy fool, I know it but I do not entirely believe it yet. As I am walking through this gorgeous land I give no notice to, it wasn’t long until the chatterings of others are blown into my hearing. I only take one glance up, and look back down at the grassy path leading me to the large cluster of horses of all. Talking, and asking for alliances, somewhere in that group I knew the Goddess Queen was there. My pretty and delicate face was aroused higher with interest, for I haven’t been near so many horses for too long. The day was still early, and the meeting seemed to have just begun yet I had a feeling I had missed much. I was most likely the latest and most lost horse there but I stood at the outskirts of the group, waiting and watching.
Re: Meant to Live « Reply #32 on Jul 16, 2008, 1:45pm »
Standing before the light chestnut stallion, white Arabian mare, and blood bay Azteca mare, I began to feel a slight throb in my temple. I listened to the their stuttering, confident, and ashamed voices with a building annoyance, my patience wearing off as surely as the autumn was. It may be the growing chill that was bothering me, but so was all of the ruckus coming from this meeting. I knew it had lasted quite long enough, and yet there was still so much to sort through. Alliances to be made, equines to be met, and orders to be given to my Knights to patrol the borders after the meeting. A dark might have taken notice of the absence of the lights from their terrains and might be trying to spy, which was not something we needed. My handful of loyal studs would take care of any intruders, I was sure of it.
Heaving a sigh, I opened my eyes, which I faintly realized had closed while I was thinking. I had heard the introduction of the buckskin Arabian and Mustang stud, who was standing behind me, but I did not acknowledge him at the moment. Instead, I looked back the pair from Everlasting Light, Helaku’s Lyre and Kochia. It occurred to me that the lead had asked for an alliance, and that eased some of my annoyance. Actually, it pleased me quite a bit that even as he was being scolded, this light chestnut Haflinger might try to make amends and not just give his apologies. And now that some quiet had settled in wait of my reply, I parted my jowls and gave it.
" Well, Helaku’s Lyre and Kochia, it is a pleasure to meet you, though I would have preferred the circumstances a bit more dignified. But because both of you have expressed your apologies, you are forgiven, and granted acceptance of Everlasting Light's alliance to my own kingdom. My sincerest gratitude to your loyalty, and I hope your journey back to your home is a safe one. "
With that matter settled, I turned my attention upon the blood bay Azteca and gave a small smirk of amusement. Her earlier comment of believing I was the real Queen had provided some entertainment, seeing as she could accept me or not, but I was going to lead the lights either way. Though her spunk was interesting, and I watched her for a moment silently, contemplating what I planned to do with her. It was actually quite plain what I should do, but I wondered if there were any other routes. When none came to mind, I sighed and spoke once more, though an edge of impatience now pierced my tones that had been strong but friendly earlier.
" What is your name, and is there anything I can do for you? Helaku's Lyre here stood up for you earlier, but somehow I get the idea that you could be in charge of him if you wanted to. So why is it you do not have the scent of a land upon you, even if it were you own? "
Frankly, I wasn't all that surprised that this femme was a loner, but only because I figured she wanted to join my own herd. She seemed very much like someone who would make a good Lady Warrior, but I needed to see if she had that bit of respect that would ask me if she could join. Even though I valued her attitude as unique, I could and would promise her a painful punishment if she questioned or demanded something of me again. It was true that I still did not know much about my control of the earth element, but none of my followers knew that. The small part I did know was that they were tied deeply to my emotions, and if I got as angry as I had before, I probably wouldn't be able to hold my fury back again. I was, after all, the grand-daughter of Nyteic, and his temper was well known as hell-like. For all I knew, I could open up the very earth and swallow my enemies if I succumbed to the depths of my emotions.
Shuddering at the thought of what I might be capable of, I was glad for the chilly breeze that passed. It gave me an excuse to shiver, and it also cooled my rapidly growing fear. As the fright ebbed away, I noticed a solitary figure out of the corner of my eye. And even though so many stood around me, most were shifting restlessly. Turning my head to the face of the strangely still equine, my gaze locked unto a black stallion with four white stockings. He looked slightly out of place, as if he was trying to hide and be seen all at the same time. When I looked into his eyes, the first thing I saw was darkness, and I do not mean color, but then I delved deeper into his gaze. There was kindness there, as well, and I knew that this brujo was quite different than others. For that, I turned my body so that it still faced the blood bay mare but also this black Shire. And while my attention was locked unto him, I spoke in tones softer and much more friendly than those I had used with the feisty Azteca.
" Greetings, M'Lord. Can I do anything for you? "
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw an Andalusian mare cresting the hill and disappearing, just as my sister had after she had given her earlier speech. Though while I was glancing about, I noticed a new blue roan mare on the edges of the group, watching me more intently and with more awe than my followers. It was obvious that she was new, and I knew her thoughts of my being some kind of Goddess would fade as she got to know me. Still, I gave her a small smile before returning back to the Azteca and Shire, waiting and watching both or a reply.
Re: Meant to Live « Reply #33 on Jul 19, 2008, 3:21pm »
welcome DOWN TO my planet HELL
My eyes swum and stung, my head a vast chasm of my psyche and my mind, leaving a blank, terrifying space in the void that was my head. I was afraid of this Queen, more afraid of her than of the darkness of the desert caves, more afraid of her than of the bats that had watched me while I was there, more afraid of her than of Kieran’s mocking, of him being disappointed in me. I was the brilliant, I was the dangerous psychotic. I quaked silently, my lips moving to form stuttered grunts that made a most impressive imitation of a pig being gutted. Nemo had moved beside me and was leaning against me slightly, in sympathy, maybe, but then I realized that she was just holding me up in case my drunken swaying caused me to fall over. I sincerely doubted her tiny frame, muscled and masculine as it was could hold up my enormous weight, but her touch, though harsh and unpitying, gave me some comfort. I gladly eased myself against her, finally breaking away from the Queen’s heated, vicious gaze. My eyes flickered across the assembled equines, not recognizing a single one of them, each and every one of them swimming in my vision like a horde of angered hornets. I think I heard Kochia say something, her voice so soft and gracious it was impossible to not recognize. But when I looked at her she was turning away, turning her back on me, moving away to somewhere distant in the crowd. Fine, let her go if she wanted to. I had more nerve-wracking things on my mind at that point.
My brief annoyance at myself and at Kochia fell into pieces, however, when I glanced at the Queen again. She was speaking to me, but her harsh words jarred in my ears, turning into the sound of the hum of angry bees, making my jaw drop and my bulk shudder violently. I tore my gaze away again, with some effort, and looked at Nemo, not daring to look into Aerandir’s eyes again, too afraid that I would faint from her frightening beauty and furious eyes. Nemo glanced back at me, shaking her head in pity, or maybe in fear, or maybe in anger, or maybe she was sad, I didn’t know, I didn’t know, I didn’t know. Why were they all standing like that, so silent, so oppressed? Maybe they were looking sat something. I squinted up at the sky, and saw heavy clouds, rolling clouds, perhaps some kind of Martian shape there, another one there…
“Say something,” Nemo suddenly said, and I stared at her, wondering why she didn’t see them, because they were everywhere, everywhere. I attempted to make something come out. I stared at the Queen again, suddenly thankful that my vision was swimming, for it blurred her out slightly, and her gaze was not as fierce. I even steadied my voice, though my mind still screamed, and spoke with barely a shudder in my words. I had to warn them, warn them, they were coming, they were coming…
“Remember, licking doorknobs is illegal on other planets.”
There, I had replied reasonably, and now I could leave. Feeling proud of myself for having warned the lot of them, I started to turn away, raising my head high as I started to shoulder past Nemo. But she was staring at me, and the look was too much of one that questioned my sanity that I couldn't ignore it. “Did I say something? Aliens are attacking, Nemo, hurry and come with me.”
“… Just thank her and go lie down. I think you need a break, mate.”
“Thank you,” I told Aerandir, although I wasn’t quite sure why I was doing so. And then, to my utter surprise, my legs collapsed from underneath me, taking all of my rush of fear and confidence as I landed in a heap, my legs tangled underneath me painfully. Suddenly, I was vastly, enormously tired, and I didn’t even care that I had just undignified myself, again, before the Queen’s eyes, that the Martians were landing. I was just glad I didn’t have to look at her anymore. Placing my head on the ground, I closed my sorrel eyes, feeling immensely, ecstatically happy for no particular reason whatsoever.
After grievously making sure Helaku’s heart hadn’t stopped with the obvious terror he was feeling, since he seemed to be suffering from some kind of stroke or anxiety attack, I turned back to the Queen, who seemed to be balancing me alongside the other equines who came up to her. Her tone was noticeably sharper towards me than to the other equines, mocking and amused at my antics, and I was briefly annoyed, but then I forced my anger to fan down. She was testing me, balancing me on a set of scales, sizing me up with a critical eye. She was telling me to get lost, trying to also annoy me at the same time so that I might turn around and leave her alone. I looked back at her confidently, feeling her look me up and down with suspicion and suppressing all of my flinches. I spoke.
“Ma’am, I think you’ll agree that ruling over those who show caution,” I peered curiously at the one who had just introduced himself as Blackfoot, watching him for a moment before continuing, “… is much better than ruling a land where the people follow just anyone who walks down that hill.”
Aerandir was small, nearly as small as I was, and muscular, but she still had that feminine grace which I completely lacked upon. I was probably highly unattractive, with a bony face, entirely masculine body, and puny frame, considering how beautiful all the other equines were. Helaku had that typical bulky muscular structure and kind face that made all women swoon, despite how awkward he was with himself, and his lovebird Kochia had every inch of that womanliness which would make every man turn his head until it snapped; which was probably the reason Helaku slavered violently every time her pale little hindquarters passed by. Everyone here was perfect, beautiful, and I felt oddly naked, the only one who looked different from the rest.
Where I was born, women ruled, not the stallions. We were a race that lived in the high desert mountains. Our coats were dark, our features harsh and bony, where beauty was never a factor, only warrior skill. What use was loveliness when we were a race at war with everyone in the world? So many were missing limbs, eyes, ears, and other chunks of their bodies that someone who looked normal would make us gawk and stare. There, I had been an outcast, for my race was very tall, and I had no marks of battle save for the few scars on my neck. But my mother had been exiled, though Queen of those warrior mares, for promising herself to a stallion from Amanecer, and she had dragged me alongside her for a brief time until her violent death. Everyone was so bloody perfect in Amanecer, that at first I had been violently spiteful of the land, hating the beauty. But now I had confidence, something I had been lacking in only until recently, and I stared down their beauty uncaringly. You looked good, or you didn’t. End of story. But what mattered to me was morality and skill.
So now I passively, though intently, watched Aerandir, knowing perfectly well that I was her inferior in beauty, of everyone’s beauty here. I was different. My bones were thicker, I weighed more, muscles were a given, not something to be a built upon throughout life. I loved my body in the way that I could both be agile and deadly silent, and yet wield my tiny weight with force and killing precision. Beauty was unimportant to me. It was fighting skill that mattered to me, which was why I looked up at Aerandir challengingly, despite being smaller, despite being less beautiful. I was silent for a moment after her reply, then spoke, an amused edge in my voice from her statement about Helaku. True, I could control the idiot far better than he could control himself, anyone could control him, in fact, awkward as he was with his excess of muscle and total inability to talk to girls. But the idea of joining another land tinged my voice with a bit of annoyance and injured pride, though I was sure she hadn’t meant to insult me in that particular way.
“Your Maj, I’m not in another land just ‘cause I don’t belong in one.” My voice was sharp, harsh, with that deep tone that was the mark of all the female warriors of my homeland. I also had a thick accent, very drawled, almost insulting, courtesy of the wayward southern stallions that had raised me. From the way they’d talked, it was amazing my grammar was intact. “I came here because I’m looking for one thing, Miss- Equality. If I joined a land, what would I be?” I shrugged. “Just another mare, destined to gossip with my fellow herd mates and give birth every five minutes? I would be inferior to the stallion there. Even if I did manage to become his lead by some goddamn miracle, I would always be inferior. I’d always be behind him.
“I don’t know how to be a woman, Lady. I don’t know how to be a wife. I’ve been a damned virgin all my life, why would I go and change that now? I have dreams, your Maj, ideas, and no one would ever listen to me if I was just another mare, walking behind the stallions in the dust. That’s why I came to you- well, actually, your sister, ‘cause if you… or she, did let me join, I would be equal to the men here. I would be listened to, even if I never did rise in the ranks.” I swallowed, and quickly glanced back at Helaku to check if he was standing up yet or at least a little saner. He was still lying down, ears flat against his skull in exhaustion, the poor nincompoop, but I could tell he was listening by the amused smirk on his face. My tail lashed angrily, and I shot him a glare though I knew he couldn’t see it, and I turned back to the Queen, ending my speech speedily. “You proved yourself to me, Miss, so let me prove myself to you.”
I stepped back, closer to Helaku in case he reacted like an idiot again, glaring at him yet again before meeting the eyes of the Queen once more. He was still lying silently, and although his smirk had suddenly faded his eyes darted around quickly with a sharp clarity, and I hoped that it meant he had come back to whatever senses he naturally possessed. I gazed directly at the Queen, not offering my gaze up to anyone else in the clearing.
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Re: Meant to Live « Reply #34 on Aug 7, 2008, 10:30pm »
Watching from where he stood Blackfoot listened intensively to those that spoke to their queen. Indeed he was appalled by the mare's response to taking up the offer that Aerandir had given her to reside within the kingdom. A small warm smile was given upon his features before glancing up where Clairvoyance had disappeared to. The sight of her looking down and different made him wonder. Instead he wouldn't press onto that subject. What mattered most was those wanting and undecided about joining or forming alliances with her. A flick of his ebony tassel the mustang x arabian stallion shifted his weight a bit finding a comfortable position awaiting for her to return to her position at the hill or continue to speak with those around her. Getting to know each and every one of her fellow followers.
Aeolus shifted his attention upon the queen and the other group. A small nod was given to his queen before he trotted towards a different group meeting and greeting with those around his home. But his eyes still wondered over to Nemo. She was a beautiful mare and in fact he was looking for a duchess to join him at his side. Would this mare be willing to live among him and become his duchess. Thoughts swirled through the stallion's mind as he returned to the conversation's in front of him. A flick of his tail was given in response to swatting flies before settling down to a still. A respected nod was given to the other equines before moving away and approaching Nemo. "Greetings M'Lady. My dubbance is Aeolus Duke of Lighted Meadow. Might I inquire yours?" He asked in a calm collective tone.
.::.The arabian mare watched as her lead stallion collapsed onto the ground with a loud thud. Keeping still within the back of the crowd crown lowered before spotting the two colts just outside of the group. Turning her attention upon them a warm smile was given just as she arrived to stand beside one of them. "Hello. What are you two young ones hanging out back here?" She asked in a calm tone. Her voice soothing so as not to frighten the two young colts before her. Eyes lowered spotting the fox laying on the back of the spotted colt. Curious would be the word to describe why in the world is a fox and a horse mingling with one another, but Kochia didn't question on that. Crown shifted back towards Helaku and Nemo before returning her attention upon the colts.::.
Crevan looked up just as a white mare approached him and Crimson Tide. Side stepping away from the mare he moved up on the other side of his friend starring up at the mare who approached them. Still too shy to speak with females two eyes looked to Crimson hoping that he could start off the conversation smoothly and then the spotted colt might possibly join in. First he wants to see if she's not here to be a threat to him or to Cisco.
Re: Meant to Live « Reply #35 on Aug 8, 2008, 7:13pm »
Thisisiti’mSHAKING Thisisiti’mFALLING
My hooves moved, me and by move I mean the same repetitive steps over and over that wheeled my barrel to the gravitation of the light herd. My mind was in total disgust and discomfort. Not that I am a dark, a spy, but I loathed meet and greets, still Aerandir had been right when she had told me to seek out the other warriors and converse with them., and guess what that meant? Attending one big light family happy get together meet and greet. I was never truly a happy creature, so the mood I held was to be expected. My causal nonchalant mood., nothing mattered and nothing was valued, only out good name in the name of king Jeremiah, and queen Peresaphine, and to our fallen god Vita. That was my reason here, to fight I was good for nothing else, I would avoid all attempts of a conversation, my mind was not to be ventured by others for it was nothing but a black abyss of riddle secrets, lies and hatred for the world we lived in, one where darks ruled, and are own people dwelled in dwindling numbers, while they sat upon their roost plotting the blood spill and slaughter of out kind. It burned me, to know that the monster who killed my parents lived on while they died protecting me, it killed me to know that they knew they were going to die, and what made me twist with sadistic joy was knowing that soon another war would be coming, and in those dark hours I would find the light of my world, and I would have vengeance against the beast who destroyed and ravaged my mother, and the monsters that gang up on and killed my father.
My blackened eyes followed the world around my as I entered the lands the light rolling meadow that had called me to gather before the queen only once before, my mind raced I was only a colt then, yet I grew from colt to stallion and the all to predictable war was coming again, I could feel it. Most call it paranoia; I call it a bunch of hypocritical bullshit. I know they are thinking the same thing, or what do they plan to do? Roll over and play dead for the masses, if that was the case I suppose I would venture of on my own, a rouge light, doesn’t that sound like an easy target? But you never touch a thing until you know what’s inside them. They figures all congregated in the distance, most of them small little things, Arabians like the past queen herself. Peresaphine was one hell of a fighter though, she survived the grasp of Layla Crucio and Oriel, and even lived to give us a queen we knew we could depend on. Granted The past queen Clairvoyance had a rocky start, she pulled all together for the sake of the herd in the end, I think she would have made a great queen, but then again, I ,like her am a darker sort of light. Then again these are all assumptions I have never spoken to the ebon queen, but rumors of insanity travel fast when you are in such a position of power. I have no faith in Aerandir, I know. And there is a difference between having faith in someone, and knowing someone is capable of leading the light nation. I guess for no the gods thought it better that the faith was replaced by knowledge, or perhaps I am the only one who feels this way. Perhaps the sanity in my own mind draws them in two different categories. We know for a act that Jeremiah and Peresaphine raised Aerandir to be a great warrior with a calm mind, while Clairvoyance struggles with the darker side of her self, refusing to give in, but knowing the day will come when she can fight the blood lust no longer. Then the fair queen will be like me, a light driven for the purpose of good, by nothing but pure hatred, is that so bad?
My body moved, I was easily one of the largest creatures here do to my draft father, I noticed an scar torn Azteca, small yet muscular, too muscular? I would gaze into further contradiction later, too muscular, did that effect her movement. And then a halflinger, stout and sturdy, larger than most breeds of ponies one of the smaller breeds of horses. Two yearling played in the background, both colts. I snorted, I could not deny the fact that I suffered from what I call lead stallion syndrome, but I respected the queen enough to know that this was her land and I was to act in no other way. My snort was not aggressive, simply wishing that they would pay attention. Even when your young it never hurt to know what was going on around you, or maybe this was again my paranoia and the difference of the world I grew up in and theirs. I let it slide, but my dial rose with a prestige arrogance as I entered the circle, the ebony tassels falling down one side of my façade. I stood squarely, in fact I was the largest creature here, taller and more broad than the Andalusian stallion, the Arabian mutt and the queen. I grinned with self satisfaction that was all to apparent, but like I explained earlier, friends and love was something I denied myself of. They were weakness in my mind, that would effect me in my battle performance, I am a warrior, a soldier and will never rise above such expectations, I won’t allow it, besides if I keep coming off like an arrogant prick, no one would want to be my friend correct? I dipped my head to the congregation a truly noble gesture of respect. I lifted it gracefully, the high and come down since I discovered that I was the largest creature here.
Braveheart, a knight in the royal legion. Son of Enzyme and Sordid, both fallen to the dark army. At your services.
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Re: Meant to Live « Reply #37 on Aug 11, 2008, 7:48pm »
Winter had settled upon Amanecer, and it's icy touch was far from comfortable. Snow coated the ground close to knee height for any horse fifteen hands, and the very air stung one's lungs when it was pulled in. The thick, light grey clouds overhead did not promise a change in weather, just the same freezing temperatures. It was sure death to any who were young, old, or sick. Nature had a sick way of eliminating those that weren't strong, there was no doubt to that. Because already a blizzard had struck Aerandir's Kingdom, wiping out quite a few lights. The deaths were hard, but those left were more motivated to survive, to fight the cold. But how long could they fight Oriel's cruel grasp, until they couldn't fight anymore?
Weak, steel grey sun rays fell upon Crimson Tide's thick chestnut pelt. His lean, lanky body was pressed against the smaller form of his friend's, Crevan. The young dappled palomino looked just as frightened of the cold as he did of those that surrounded the pair of colts. It wasn't something that worried the slightly older lad, but he nonetheless looked out for himself and his friend. Many of those assembled had faded into the sheets of snow that fell from the skies, and the American Paint, Kiger Mustang, and Quarter Horse mutt wondered how much longer his queen would continue this meeting. Though the warmth that the large group radiated wasn't altogether bothering, actually it was quite nice. So, the two year-old kept his maw shut, just smiling down at the fox and colt at his side before looking back to the other lights.
At the moment, it seemed Aerandir was talking to some a bay Azteca mare. Crimson Tide didn't even notice the beautiful ivory Arabian until Crevan scurried around him to stand on his other side. Looking down to his friend, the ruby hued lad tilted his head in confusion before looking up into the dished facade of Kochia. The herd mare of Everlasting Light seemed quite nice, and her smile was very welcoming. But the chestnut colt was still shy, having little experience of how to deal with those of the opposite sex, especially those older than himself. So it was a few, awkwardly silent moments before Crimson found his tongue, and even when he did, he stuttered.
" H-h-hello Miss K-kochia. I'm Crimson T-tide, and this is Crevan and C-crisco. "
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Re: Meant to Live « Reply #38 on Aug 13, 2008, 4:58pm »
Should i give up,Or should i just keep chasing pavements? Even if it leads nowhere, Or would it be a waste? Even If i knew my place should i leave it there? Should i give up, Or should i just keep chasing pavements? Even if it leads nowhere
I'd build myself up, And fly around in circles, Wait then as my heart drops, and my back begins to tingle finally could this be it
My moon roan figure gently pressed weight against the birch tree beside me. My lazy head rested on the barbed white tree and observed dealings happening in this large gathering. Shyness raped a leash around my weak body, I'd rather not break that harness of quietness for I was simply not ready. I was walking through a pavement road of depression, asleep with no realization of it and only inside me knew I was not ready to awaken. My mind was too occupied unconsciously being in denial, it felt like I was never too bored of thinking of that same person. My eyes were rested on the ground for a few moments, lost in thought.
My head raised once more as my eyes buzzed around to catch every little phrase that travelled from the kissers of others. After a while I calmed down and watch one conversation at a time before rotating to another group of equines. A colt and a little red animals that looked like they had a relationship happening, something that could never happen to me, but I watched that young pair. They played together like how I used to when I was a filly, but with another horse. The red animal, it was a rare critter I’ve only seen one like them alone and hiding and only one other time in my life. Another horse, an adult mare, approached them and with such a soft and gentle tone did she ask them what is the story of them being there. The mare had such curiosity and patience and kindness, she was young and beautiful full of love and passion for everything. The white mare took a glance to two horses, a dark red bay and a golden coloured stallion. There was a glint of something in the eyes of the mare as she looked at the golden stallion. The bay confessed something about that she can not be a girl to another mare that carried a high head and diligence with her. The golden one just fell on the ground. I thought he’d be dead, I didn’t care much though, but I saw his chest raise up and down. I then felt a prick on the back of my neck, I felt a stare on me, my gaze looked about and saw a stallion stride in the gathering his such nobility. It was a handsome stallion, perhaps one leading a perfect little herd. He had a large muscular body, a warrior maybe, and he passed my feminine elegant body, almost cracking with masculine muscles. He moved himself in front of the mare, where everything seemed to be rotating around that one mare.
I thought my heart stopped beating at that moment when my soft eyes touched the sight of this mare. A strange sensitivity touched me, if I were stronger I could’ve resisted it, but I wasn’t, so I didn’t. It was weird, but I decided to omit it for a while. I stopped my thought to realize my heart had been beating faster.
I pushed myself from the tree I was leaning against. I bit my tongue purposely, I habit I have when I’m nervous. I decided I needed to approach someone now to ask whom should I ask to join a herd. I decided to approach the mare, I caught names on the way there. The sweet white mare was Kochia, the colt was Creven, the fox was Crisco, and the other colt there was Crimson Tide. I stood a few steps away from the group of horses, the mare, the bloodbay, and the collapsed golden stallion. I ease dropped on their conversation, hoping I’d have them noticing that I’m there. I was shaky, and quite nervous, and hoping that they wouldn’t notice me… and hoping that they would…
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