Thowra Not often did I turn up in a place like this. The last time i had been a ghost, so it had been quite some times since i last spoke with Celeena.. Sadly I was not ehre to have a friendly chat. No. I was unable to forgive myself for something that was going to affect both Sympathy and Celeena.
A foal had been cursed by Death, using me as the cause. The La'ru, or Gaurdian of the Air as I had heard.
I continued into the land knowing she would come if she wanted to.
The young fae stood in the trees, watching the movements of the approaching stallion. Her young, graceful daughter stood by her side, just as quietly. The green orbs followed the movements, and both reading the thoughts clearly. Nothing could stop them, there powers nor mind reading skills. Only each other. Odd, how a mother could not read her daughters, nor the daughter read her mothers. But that was how it was, and they delt with it. "Thowra," Ceelena said finally, stepping out into clear view.
Snow tumbled down, misty the area and hiding both her and her daughters movements from the trees. The filly stumbled slightly, but stopped gracefully by her mothers side and bowed to the mighty king.
Thowra My head was low to the ground as I walked. At last she appeared and i was glad of that, if only for a moment. I had the feeling that she already knew why I was there. She always did. Nor did it seem she never decided not to appear when I came.
I raised my head, taking in the two white horses. I blinked. Two? Oh one was a foal. "Celeena," I repleid sadly.
The filly rose from her bow, standing proudly beside her mother as she spoke. "Smile old friends, times are not as bad as you act or think," she said and blinked warmly and smiled at him. "Forgive yourself, as there is no one else to forgive," she said gently. "The problem...It was not you who did it anyways...we understand that and do not blame you."
Post by Corrupted Soul on May 1, 2010 17:28:12 GMT 8
Sympathy trotted forwards, he saw them in the distance. What's Thowra doing here.. Is.. He shook his head, it couldn't be true, could it? He trotted forwards, slowing as he came within a few metres. He halted beside Ceelena. "What are you-?" He glanced to his left and there she was, Quiet Whisper.
Quiet Whisper stared at them all, she remained silent and walked towards Sympathy. "He's here..." She spoke only just loud enough for everyone to hear. Her purple eyes darted to the distance, behind Thowra. She backed away, closer to Sympathy.
He laughed, he had found them all together now. He sat upon a branch in a tree, watching them. He held his scythe in his left hand. "Hello everyone." His eyes were locked upon Quiet Whisper, he was only here.. For her.
I sighed as I heard the filly again. "Listen to me, Quiet Wispher. I am not the one who did this to you. Yes I am the La'ru, or Gaurdian of the Air, but not a bad horse. It was not my intentions for this to happen to you. I sought only to protect you."
Then I reared, glaring into the trees. "Come out, Grim. I know your there, so you may as well. You shall not get me this time either."
I sighed, looking at Celeena. "Mywind though was the cause. I am not one ot forgive myself, as I had the wind on my side when it happened."
Post by Corrupted Soul on May 3, 2010 15:27:23 GMT 8
"Liar!" She screamed, anger pulsing through her veins. She glared with such hatred at Thowra, the one that had cursed her, oh so she thought. "You're the king of the wind! How can you lie, you.. You cursed me with the thing!" She cried.
Sympathy stared at Quiet Whisper. What's.. What's happened to you? You used to be so sweet.. He turned and glared at the Grim Reaper. "What did you do to her?!" He shouted. He pawed the ground angrily, as the Grim sat.. And laughed.
She pushed her young daughter behind her, standing between the others and this other filly. Her horn flashed dangerously, a sign that she would attack if her loved ones were threatened. She hated fighting, but if she had a choice. "Quiet Whisper," the pallid fae snapped "Stop this, you are hurting those you love, and who care for you."
The eyes flickered to the laughing figure. "I will destroy the both of you, if I must," she said, glaring them down.
Post by Corrupted Soul on May 4, 2010 12:57:06 GMT 8
ooc : O.o.. I think I might show the La'ru..
The Grim stopped laughing, he cocked his head. What a odd creature you are, Ceelena. He thought. He stood upon the branch, staring down at Ceelena. "How.. Could you destroy the life of an innocent soul? It's not like you, at all."
Quiet Whisper turned to face Ceelena. She looked up with soulful eyes. "Why.. Me? What.. Did.. I do? Nothing.." She turned and glared at Thowra and The Grim Reaper. "They.. Did wrong." She suddenly froze, her breathing suddenly increased. W..What's.. Happening to me?! She wanted to scream, she couldn't move.
The Grim laughed again. "See Thowra.. This.. This is what you've done to her!" He pointed to Quiet Whisper as a white light seemed to be shining from her eyes, and forming above.. In the shape of a Hast Eagle. "La'ru. The guardian of the wind."Ceelena... Even if you tried, you'd die."
Sympathy stared at them all in shock. What was happening, to the young spirit he had grown so attached to, unlike the attachment he felt for Ceelena and Illusion. He watched in horror as the white bird hovered in mid-air, its red eyes staring at them all. He felt intense pain, like his heart was almost breaking, shattering. He turned and glared at The Grim.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. He looked from the bird to Whisper. This.. Wasn't ment to happen. How.. Could someone do that to her? She had been so sweet... So kind.. Until.. He hated The Grim with all his heart, and he had no idea of what he was doing in the process...
"If it is one thing I hate more than any other, it is you, Grim, for doing this to someone as innocent as a foal." Though the voice was calm, the rage showed in my silvery blue eyes. Rage that had not been seen in me since the day The Brolga tried to steal my entire herd.
"If it was possible to kill you, I would, Grim. But now, instead you choose to humiliate me, in front of my freinds!" I hated that annoying person so much. All I knew was that I had to get out of here, maybe dissapear, for a long time. Fade into memory.....
Post by Corrupted Soul on May 25, 2010 13:33:34 GMT 8
A look of surprised upon the Grim's face as Thowra spoke. It was replaced by laugher. "Oh.. You think you have friends?" He pointed to Quiet Whisper, as the bird screamed above, shaking its wings with all its fury. "Is.. That thing your friend?" He smirked, as he called Quiet Whisper a thing.
Quiet Whisper turned, her purple eyes lying upon the Grim Reaper, the La'ru followed suit. Her eyes darkened and the La'ru struck in a instant at the Grim Reaper, causing him to cry out in fear and disappear. She found herself suppressing the need to kill of the La'ru, and fainted as it disappeared.
Sympathy made no attempt to move. He was sure the Grim wasn't coming back for now. He was in complete shock, and fear. He wasn't sure that Quiet Whisper could be trusted, he didn't even want to be near her, when she was tainted.
"Thowra, Ceelena.." He said quietly. His eyes focused upon Whisper's small bodice. What has become of you, Whisper? He turned his head to look at Thowra, then to Ceelena and Illusion. "What should we do with her..?"
She shook her head sadly, eyes filled with an ancient sorrow as they watched the filly. "My love," she murmred nudging his neck gently "I am sorry..but I do not know." The filly beside her shook lightly but then lept towards the shallow breathing bodice. "Whisper?" she asked, before Ceelena could stop her, nosing the bundle.
Ceelena turned her head to glare at Thowra. "Don't think such things!" she spat, knowing what Boon Boon would say to him.
Thowra The creamy stallion snorted as Celeena spat at him. Did she not understand what it felt like to be the reason that someone was cursed? It was not something that one could live with. Yet he knew what it was like. No one would ever understand the mess he was seriously in.
He backed away, thinking that there was no help here for him. She would not have any way of helping him get over this grief that held him, prisoner to its misfortune.
"Perhaps I should g."
The silver stallion stopped in the middle of his sentence. WHile the Grim was here, he would go no where."