Post by Corrupted Soul on Apr 11, 2010 17:23:18 GMT 8
Sympathy stood there, his eyes closed, just listening to the wind whispering in his ears. He could not speak, nor wanted too. It was so peaceful here. All the suffering and pain Sympathy had been put through, were just a memory here.
He had been wondering if his love, Ceelena, was present. It seemed she wasn't, or was hiding. Maybe she didn't know he was here. He had thought about turning and running away from the lands, killing himself. It would have always been easier, he remember Hades taking over his body. He hated him, with all his heart.
Post by Corrupted Soul on Apr 11, 2010 17:56:28 GMT 8
Sympathy's head shot up. His eyes were full of happiness but greif at the same time. He saw her bolting towards her, and he galloped towards her too. He felt as though they had been apart for many months, now only to renuite. He wanted to stay with her forever, if she would allow it. He nuzzled her, listening to her.
She breathed deeply as he touched her, he was real. "What happened?" she gasped, rubbing her chin alongside his neck. She had left, unable to stay, but something had happened and it was him. The real him.
Post by Corrupted Soul on Apr 11, 2010 18:08:23 GMT 8
He was confused, troubled. How? How ever did I think I could live with her? A tear slithered down his cheek. He nuzzled her once more, but used his hoof to mark two words in the dirt floor. 'Cant Speak'. He lowered his head sadly, if only she could understand him.
She looked at him, seeing the two words upon the snowy ground. "Oh," she murmered. She could fix it, if he wanted her to. She nuzzled him, leaning against him lightly. "I could...give you back your voice if you wish," she offered gently. She didn't care if he spoke or not, just him being here was enough
Post by Corrupted Soul on Apr 11, 2010 18:20:25 GMT 8
Sympathy would have loved to have his voice back, but he shook his head. He didn't want to take advantage of Ceelena's powers, it would only drain her. He lipped her mane and turned to look at the distance then at the ground. He found himself drawing him and her in the dirt. No scenary was placed in the picture, nor any other creature. He looked up at Ceelena, waiting for her to draw something.
She sighed slightly, knowing it was for her that he refused. She tugged his mane gently, content to just be with him once more. Her eyes followed his movements, the picture that appeared upon the blanketed plains. With a small smile, she added a few extra details. A pond, some trees, mountains in the background. She looked at him, wondering what else to add.
Post by Corrupted Soul on Apr 11, 2010 18:33:24 GMT 8
Sympathy snorted. He drew in birds in the skies, deer hiding in the trees. To the side, he drew the human that Ceelena was friends with. He looked back at her and stamped his hoof. Ceelena. That is what we have.. What else are we missing? He thought. Dipping his head he sighed, his forelock falling over his eyes.
She smiled slightly as he drew her Irish human friend. She heard his words, clearly as if he had spoken them and calmly looked at the drawing. She stared at it for a moment longer, before finally deciding to add it in. It looked so much like her, and yet still so much like him. Her one and only wish for herself. A foal...
Post by Corrupted Soul on Apr 11, 2010 18:46:43 GMT 8
Sympathy smiled. It had been along the lines of what he had been thinking. He breathed over the dirt drawing, it disappearing. He moved off, looking back to her. Flicking his tail, he bobed his tail. His eyes concentrated upon her.
The white fae smiled gently, watching as he whiped the drawing from the snow to show the half-dead grass benith. It seemed, as she guessed, that he agreed with what she had added. With purposeful strides, she moved to his side and nuzzled it. "Let us go," she said softly.
Post by Corrupted Soul on Apr 11, 2010 19:14:07 GMT 8
He nodded at her saying. He wondered if she wanted a foal as soon as possible, or later on in life. He wondered if it would be a unicorn, or a normal horse. It didn't really matter, but he felt sorry for the mares he had abandoned in the land called Heavens Peace.