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Post by .:Phantom:. on Nov 11, 2010 0:57:08 GMT 8
Rich golden hues were plastered against the sky at the end of the day. Red flecked the sky in the most amazing sunset the eyes anew had seen in the months that were not filled with darkness. Light cascaded over the misty waterfalls in an array of dazzling hues as silent gray daggers made their way over the lands he had traveled one time before. Lush grasses were beneath the granite hooves, and trees filled with succulent fruit were above. It was the most beautiful land of them all, with the most beautiful fae of them all.
Dark pillars moved in a slow motion over the land, taking it all in while harks flicked forward, hoping to catch just a very small movement, the movement to show that she was home. Ebony orbs probed the land as his pace quickened. Heart racing, he called her name in his mind, hoping she would know it was him. In the slight breeze, ebony tresses with highlights of gold swayed back, out of his perfectly sculpted crown. Nostrils flared for a brief moment before he told himself that there was nothing to worry about.
During the battle, Flame had been injured greatly and hadn't staggered but a few yards out of the battlefield before he fell to the ground. Over the past weeks, he hadn't known whether or not he would survive, whether he would see her sweet pallid face again, feel her soft smile upon him. Now that he was standing here, completely healed, he was sure that his pain and suffering was worth it. Corus was gone, and now they had eternity to be together. Forever.
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Post by Kanchana on Nov 11, 2010 15:35:01 GMT 8
The nobel pallid head lifted from the sharp blades of grass, ears titching at a voice no one else could hear. Mentally, she heard the call. His voice, his sweet lyrics she had been waiting for. "Flame!" she cried out loud, allowing her small hooves to carry her forth though the heavy, misty fog.
The river flowed beside as as she loped though the land, her legs stretching further and further as if to race it. She had been so worried about him, ever since the battle. She had been tired, so tired from crying and healing thoses. The death was to great and she had to leave, but now he had returned and everything was back to norm in the land. Almost. She knew it would only last for so long before some one else tried for the title of 'dark king'.
Slowly, her sharp green orbs made out the dark form. Scars littered his body, his tall frame still towering over her but never had she felt scared. "Oh Flame," she whispered with sympathny, coming to stand beside him and nuzzled each scar at a time. She knew his pain, she had shared it in every mind of those at the battle. "Welcome home."
OOC: ick soz, most muse towards NaNoWriMo at the moment....
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Nov 14, 2010 9:55:43 GMT 8
Flame knew that she knew everything that had happened, to everyone on the battlefield. She must have died a million times within, to feel their suffering...their pain, to know she could do nothing but heal one at a time. It must have been terrible. Faintly, he could see a pallid form emerging from the thick fog and knew it had to be her. No one, to his knowledge, resided in the lands except the two of them. It was all theirs, their own secret get-away from the earth's perils. A safe place for all. "Illusion," he whispered, looking deeply into her pools of ebony.
"It has been far too long, my love," he softly cooed, feeling her warm touch for the first time in weeks. It had always intoxicated him with pleasure and filled his heart with never ending joy. Flame had missed being with her, the soft tones of her lyrics caressing every word they touched with pure beauty. The stag nuzzled her, feeling so undeserving, so unworthy of someone that loved him through the ugly scars that littered his pelt now. In time, all that would be left would be the mental reminder of his pain and suffering. He wished that the scars had stayed but the memory faded, for it was simply too sharp in his memory. Important moments like that never left him, but some were quite pleasing rather than gory, like seeing Illusion for the first time. That had to be one of his favorites.
Flame moved so that his dark bay pelt was touching hers, contrasting like night and day. They were so perfectly matched, destined to be together by some greater force it seemed. "How have you been, Illusion?" he asked, knowing losing her mother and father both had been tremendously hard for her to cope with. They had been simply wonderful. There was no one other than Ceelena that he could thank for restoring his vision. Even though he had never met her father, he had heard great things about how kind and courageous he had been. It broke Flame's heart that such good passed on while the evil lived. The worst had passed in that same battle, but there were several that had taken his place.
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Post by Kanchana on Nov 14, 2010 10:03:48 GMT 8
Her heart beat quickened at his gently touch, his words calmed her mind. Her pallid form was now visable against his own, darked pelt and she sighed deeply at his questions. She knew he would asked, he cared for her so much. "I am better now," she answered truthfully, and she was, he was here now with her.
She wondered if she should tell him, but surely he would call her mad. She wanted nothing between them, she wanted him to understand her as she understood him. "Flame..." she whispered "She's still here. My Mother, shes still here." She shifted nervously, wondering what he would say. Surely she was insane.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Nov 21, 2010 7:29:20 GMT 8
Flame smiled to her, nuzzling her shoulder a little and nibbling at her tresses as he did. Things had been rough for both of them, but they were turning out better in the end. Even with the new land of darkness, they would remain strong through the toughest of battles. No one would be untouched, but they would live forever in each their memories, even if one of them was taken from this world. Flame grinned happily, knowing that his life had been so much better since he had stepped into the lands. "I am glad, Illusion, very glad," he said softly, waiting for her next words.
The stag with the dark bodice stayed by her side even though he wanted to step back abruptly at her words. "What..?" he whispered in a confused manner. There had to be some logic behind her words, for his love was not insane as the hellions were. No, she had to have some power to communicate with the dead or something. "How is that?" he asked. Flame knew that no miracle had happened to Ceelena, the long dead fae. Emotions sometimes caused hallucinations, but he did not linger on that thought for long, as she could read him like a book. No, he didn't think she was insane in the least. This matter was intriguing though and answers were needed.
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Post by Kanchana on Nov 22, 2010 13:23:54 GMT 8
Her noble horned head rested against his dark pelt, a sigh escaping her shapely kissers at the flicker of his thoughts. If anything, to put it simply, he was surprised with a small thought of doubt. "She speaks to me..." she whispered, knowing she sounded insane. A light laugh left her, chest bouncing at the bell like sound. "She calls me, leading me into choices...." she shook her head, unable to explain it properly "I cannot explain it with such words...will you allow me to show you?" She pulled away, green orbs locking with his and a smile upon her maw. She could show him, her way.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Nov 28, 2010 10:58:31 GMT 8
Some that had lost loved ones experienced hallucination type states where they felt as if they could speak to the dead. Anything was possible for his pallid lover though, seeing as she had greater power than any one of them could wish. Flame did not wish for it though, for being with her was simply enough for him. Curiosity sparked in him thought about how wonderful it would be if everyone got such visions. Of course, not everyone was as special as Illusion. For now, he trusted her judgment with his heart, even if his mind wanted him to think otherwise.
Flame nodded, interested in seeing if it would work. He had always been one to learn through vision, and that was why he was lost without it before Ceelena had restored it for him. "Yes, please do," he said, studying the air. Would the unicorn fae magically appear in it? For her own sake, he hoped that the fae would come and speak to them both. Smiling back at her reluctantly, he allowed his mind to be free and open to the idea. One could not learn if they did not believe they could in the first place.
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Post by Kanchana on Nov 28, 2010 11:20:19 GMT 8
A smile played at her pink lips, her head turned slightly so that her pearly horn rested upon his dark pelt. Her green orbs closed, picturing what she needed to show him and projected it into his mind.
A white fae walked towards Illusion. They looked so alike, with there matching pallid coats. No one could tell them apart without seeing there warm green orbs. Ceelena's were older, more filled with experence while Illusion's still held a degree of innocence. Ceelena's maw moved, but no words came. Not at least for Flame's harks.
Slowly, Illusion pulled her magic touch away and stared into his orbs. "That was the most recent time," she said quietly, dripping her nose agaisnt his pelt and sighed deeply.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Nov 28, 2010 11:38:35 GMT 8
Flame closed his eyes as a light form came into view within his mind - Ceelena he willed himself to think as he pressed harder for an answer. Identical, almost they were. As a colt, his father would tell him that things were not always as they seemed. Father and son were two different types of horses. One was the kind that lived to run and used his intelligence to get ahead in the society that humans raced horses for. The other lived to run in the wild and survive on wit. Love was more important to the second type, instead of the fame that most wanted. Everything that he had thought to be a myth had been truth, but that was usually how it turned out either way.
"She said nothing," he stated blankly, still concentrating on the form as she disappeared from his mind. "I believe it though," Flame said truthfully with a nod to confirm it. Immortals knew all, for they could be unnoticed by those who did not believe. Hundreds of years they existed before being pulled away by some sort of greater force. The ones that knew it never told about it. Touching his warm nose to her cheek, he told her silently that he did not need to know more if she did not wish to speak about it. Sometimes, his imagination and curiosity got carried away.
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Post by Kanchana on Nov 28, 2010 11:45:16 GMT 8
Her head shook slightly. 'No...she did speak," she protested lightly "you can just not hear her words...they are not for one such as you, not without death preaching your soul."
She relaxed again, comforted by his gentle touch. "Thank you...for understanding and believing me,' she murmered slightly to him and lent her weight slightly against his. "Flame..I wish to ask for something," she said after a moments silence.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Nov 28, 2010 12:09:05 GMT 8
Understanding her words in a way, he nodded, trying to keep up with everything she said. They were still young, in their prime, and in time Flame assured himself that he would know everything that life intended for him to. Nothing about death concerned him at the moment, for neither of them had it awaiting them, not for years to come. In this world right now, it was only them - like no one else existed to stand in between them. Flame knew something that some others had never felt, and he knew he must have done something good in his short life to deserve the perfect mate.
Flame looked to her innocently as the silence surrounded them both, echoing its wordless tension between the water falls and to the horizon, it seemed. Their lives were so perfect and filled love, and there could not be a problem. Keeping a positive aura about him, he the edges of his lips tugged for a smile, keeping his perfect gaze on her. "What would that be, Illusion?" he asked, slightly curious again for what she could possibly be speaking of.
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Post by Kanchana on Nov 28, 2010 12:16:42 GMT 8
A small smile appeared at her pink tinted kissers. "I wish for a daughter...a daughter that I can teach everything my mother taught me, as well what she never had time to teach me," she said quietly, hopinh he would not be against the idea.
She wondered if he thought it odd she asked for a daughter and not a son. In fact, it was yet for one of her long line to have a son. All the healing mares of Abhilasha had been infact that, mares.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Nov 29, 2010 9:05:16 GMT 8
Joy overwhelmed the kind stallion as she stated her desires, what she had been meaning to ask him. Flame hadn't considered having a new face around this year, but it was certainly a wonderful idea. They were young and capable parents that would love and respect the young filly that she would bare for the helping of the world. A warming gaze settling on the love of his life, he smiled, touching his nose to hers. Looking deeply into her loving emerald eyes he replied. "There is nothing more in the world that I wish for," he replied, nuzzling her neck lightly as his heart raced happily, bounding over the troubles of life and to one that was happy for all.
Flame wondered if they would venture to the land of green reeds and shallow waters that were drying from the heat of the sun every day that passed. Everything the stag did was for her, not for him, so this was fully her choice of location. It shouldn't matter, though, for they were in love, and love had no boundaries. Lands could not separate them - no one could. Flame knew exactly how the young one would look, and she would be nearly a replica of her beautiful mother. He could already picture those bright green eyes that he had seen when he first came to the lands - that light form, so dainty and ethereal. She would be perfect.
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Post by Kanchana on Nov 29, 2010 9:33:17 GMT 8
The white harks flickered at his joyus words, nose nuzzled deeper into his side. "Thank you," she whispered into his side before pulling away with a small smile upon her pink kissers. "To the glades?" she questioned, having always wanted to see the lands so many travelled to.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Nov 29, 2010 9:53:15 GMT 8
Looking at the mid day sun, he was sure they would arrive back in the lands before sunset. For being so close to the wetlands, he had never been there. That was probably just because he had no need to go there since he was no forcer nor was he looking for potential herd members. Illusion was all that he had ever needed, all that he ever desired. "Yes," he smiled. "Let us go," said Flame, springing forward into a gallop, adding in a playful buck as he went onwards to the land of love.
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