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Post by Kanchana on Sept 27, 2010 14:11:13 GMT 8
Beauty beyond the shores of love. Love despite the fields of fear. Fear like you have never been forgotten. Forget despite being scared to see. See what you cannot. Trust like never before. End up like me.
Celia hummed a tune under her breath, one that her mother had taught her from a young age. But now she was gone, her wonderous mother was gone like many others, fallen in the great battle of the kings. She died fighting for what was right, Celia knew that much.
The young, innocent fae was a beauty upon the eyes. She was a paint, like her father. A black arched neck and rump, and a white stripe breaking it all about though the middle. Though, of course dear Celia knew none of this herself. For all she could of know, she could be a pink horse with green spots. Her eyes with before sky blue, often moving despite seeing nothing.
Sniffing with her delicate nose, she managed to brush her way past trees without bumping into many things. Only once did she stumble searching for her destination. One hoof in front of another, she used her nose as a wolf might, and slowly drew closer to the meeting places of all animals. The river. Her small ears flickered as the noise of running water became louder and closer. She kicked a stone, barely able to hear it under the crash of the waves. And then nothing. Nothing was below her feet as she toppled forwards. She squealed, trying to get back before falling into the river below. But there was nothing to save her despite the crumbling earth.
She plunged into the water, the liquid blocking all her senses, as she crashed into rocks and animals alike. Legs thrashed, trying to find something to stop her tumbling descent. No one could hear her cries, she was all alone.
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Post by otho on Sept 28, 2010 4:28:17 GMT 8
Exile
I jumped into the water, the heat of flames causing gouts of steam to rise up. Quickly I grabbed onto the painted fae's filthy neck and swam back to where I could touch, going downstream at the same time to make it easier. I pulled her up onto the beach, the dirt and sand combining under my hooves.
"Greetings, fae," I said to her, releasing my hold on her neck. "I am Exile. tell me, what is your calling?" I asked her pleasantly. It was good for me that my rival, Therthis, wasn't here, or he'd complicate matters.
No, it was indeed good that he wasn't here. I wanted to have another of the common mares in my herd, for currently I had but one. Jade.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Sept 28, 2010 6:21:46 GMT 8
Low was his crown, defeat within his eyes...eyes of gentle. They were wise and gentle, like a calm lake, only moving to support the life within. Danger the king thought, feeling the pain already of the beautiful one that he had lost...lost to that cretin! "No," he whispered closing his eyes. Now, he knew, she probably was suffering, suffering so badly. Wishing for god to give her the peaceful death she believed she deserved!
The eyes of gray moved around, knowing that there were many, many left. Nothing in particular could he provide. Not one drip, not even the smallest bit of hellion blood slithered through his veins. Raising his crown, he spotted another. Death he thought, not remembering his true calling. What he brought was clear enough to the king. Should he stand by like last time? No doubt, he would play his games, trying to lure her in, to take the bait. The true test was: how smart was this fae?
Kiambu was the color of earth, the hue of calm. Ivory splattered against his sides and over his entire form. It was as if waves of purity had crashed against him, making him the way he seemed. Sleek and shiny he was that glorious day, every tassel falling into perfect rhythm as he tread upon the lands of love.
She...the fae. So beautiful...so innocent. Her eyes were blue, like the sky on a day of perfection. Like the night, she was ebony, with splashes of ivory laid across her perfect, silken pelt. Kiam walked up to them both. "Greetings, miss. I am Kiambu, or Kiam, king of Ciera," he said softly, bowing before the fae. "Hello, creature," he said, referring to the other...who would kill her if he got the chance.
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Post by Kanchana on Sept 28, 2010 6:31:32 GMT 8
Celia felt the harsh teeth grab her neck, latching on and dragging her towards the shore. Or at least she hoped that was what was happening. Her saviour dropped her, the sand clutching to her coloured coat as she panted for breath.
He spoke, for the voice had to be masculine, and she tilted her head up in the direction of the voice, staring blindly at him. "Thank you...Exile" her voice whispered softly as she stuggled to her feet, favouring her left side as it was tender. "I..am Celia, daughter of Ire and Duscha..." she murmered, ears flickering back at the sound of anothers approach. "Greetings..Kiambu," she replied, smiling at the way the name rolled from her tounge.
She shifted, wondering why she had two stallions before her. Maybe it was more, for if she could not see and they made no noise...there was no way she could defend herself from them if need be.
OOC: My poor baby...XD sorry for the crappy post guys
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Post by otho on Sept 28, 2010 6:31:50 GMT 8
Exile
Creature? I thought to myself, annoyed as Kiambu approached. "I could call you the same, king of Ciera." I said to him, before returning my attention to the blue-eyed fae.
"Are you alright, dear one?" I asked her gently, as if I cared whether or not she'd been hurt.
She'd hurt a lot more if I had it my way. And my queen would have another slave. As would all those pure among my herd. One was already there, but I hoped for a second, a third, a fourth. The first already bore a foal. Candra would have some fun with that one.
Yes, things were good in my home. For it was run my way.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Sept 28, 2010 6:42:18 GMT 8
Kiam gave Exile a look of disgust as he moved closer to the dear fae that he wished to make a slave. No, she couldn't be! First, there had been Hallelujah, not blind, but she was surely not deserving of being a slave. "Miss," he said softly, calling her attention to him. "I dearly hope that you are okay. Exile, here, only wants to make you a slave, I know. Trust me, fae," he said, trying to explain without himself being called a liar. If she went, she too would learn.
Still, he smiled with hope as he began to talk of his homeland that he loved. "The lands that I live within are very serene. There are small creeks all around, very shallow though...so you would not be in danger. It is always mountain water, like crystal," he said, trying to paint an image to the blind fae that could only feel what his words meant. "You cannot see them, I know, so it wouldn't matter how beautiful they are. The grass is plentiful, and you'll not be too hot nor cold where I live," he said, trying to inform her instead of convince her.
"My herd is small," he said with a sigh. "It consists of Shattered, an ivory pure hellion fae and Black Fire, a mixed fae. The foal that she bore is Ocean Sun and the current heir to the land...unless I chose another to be my queen," Kiam added, looking back to Exile, to see what he would offer to her. How he would lie to her.
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Post by otho on Sept 28, 2010 6:54:33 GMT 8
Exile
"Peace, peace, Kiambu. There's no reason to say that I would do such a thing to her. What would be the point in saving her if I were only to hurt her? If I had wanted to do that, I could have simply let her be tormented and battered by the rocks and the river's waters." I said, reprimanding the other stag gently for his offensive words.
"I do not actually own a land, but lie within one. My herd consists of my queen, and her filly, as well as Chisel and her twins, Bruton and Charasma, plus, of course, Kablina. A final fae is there as well, the one named Jade. Three stags happen to help keep information flowing to me of the movements of the lands, that I may never be caught off-guard." I paused for a few moments, letting her take in my words.
"The land itself is a desert, but it is not as harsh as many believe. There are cool waters at the center, where an oasis lies, and the shelter of sandstone caverns will welcome you. The grasses of the oasis are sweet, but hardy, and there are fruits there during the spring and early summer, that are good to eat, and cool your mouth. The sands are warm. Hot even, in the summer's afternoon sun, but in the morning, evening, and through much of the day, it is pleasant to touch with your hooves, and easy to walk upon."
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Post by Kanchana on Sept 28, 2010 6:56:00 GMT 8
She listened closely, ignoring her talent and chose to just listen and decide. Despite being blind, she had talents that could help her see. "Dear stallion..." she murmered and turned her attention back to Exile "call me Celia..". For some reason, his name was familar but for the rest of her memory she could not place it. Stuck, her head swang back around towards the other king. "And you?" she asked "you acuse him of being a liar and a fake..but what of you?" Power grew in her voice as her confidence did. They, for she guessed, were both fake. Who had hellion fae from the old king. At least, the name seemed to stick by the stallion.
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Post by otho on Sept 28, 2010 7:21:19 GMT 8
Exile
I sighed, feeling a surety that I knew what she was thinking. "All I tell you, Celia, is true. There are no lies. He is simply angry that one of my allies took from him a fae he had hoped to claim. But I cannot be held responsible for my ally's actions. There is only one to speak with on that matter, but he will not." I said to her, a smile on my face. This smile felt a bit strange to me. IT wasn't my normal cruel feature, but a 'gentle' one.
Being gentle wasn't in my nature. It was a waste of time, but I had time to waste.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Sept 28, 2010 7:33:15 GMT 8
The king was partially surprised that the hellion had attained such kindness, but the charade would be over, Kiam knew if she went with him. Celia she thought, drawing it into his memory. The beautiful calling was one that he might regret knowing, he knew. Because of this, a sigh pursed his lips, but he did not let it come. Things like that were warnings, signs of regret from stags. The king was not regretful for coming. More so, he was lucky to be in her presence, if only for a moment.
Kiambu shook his head, ruffling his tassels as he calmed himself. "I am not, not at all. To all my mares and to other stallions I am kind unless their intent is to injure someone I care for," he said, shifting his weight easily. "My alliances lay with Thowra and soon Ashton," Kiam said, truth and purity shining through with his melodic lyrics. Why don't you let him tell you who he's allied with? the king thought, looking to Exile, a smirk on his features. Now, the hellion would be forced to tell the whole truth or a complete lie.
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Post by Kanchana on Sept 29, 2010 15:06:16 GMT 8
Celia bobbed her head at his truthful words, for they did have a ring of truth to them. The other stallion, Exile, was only full of such pityfilled lies that it angered her. "Leave," she commanded with a toss of her coloured locks "I will not be leaving with you stallion."
"Kiambu," she murmered "please...tell me something." "What do I look like?" she asked, for she have never asked it before. Her mother had always called her beautiful, but never told her what she had looked like. And, curious as always, she wanted to know.
OOC: icky soz
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Sept 30, 2010 4:14:01 GMT 8
Kiambu had not a smile nor grin on his face as she told the ivory hellion to leave. Even though she could not see athletic bodice, splashed with unique marks all over, he still held himself to his principles. Don't make me help you leave he told himself, knowing in his mind that such an innocent would not have such atrocities done to her. Blade he knew. Exile he knew. Both, he hated.
The young king with a wise mind stepped forward, seeing as no one else was around. A gust of wind rustled the bushes which were beginning to get light pink buds upon them. It's spring he thought cheerfully. It had always been his favorite time of the year, when life seemed to thrive like it had never done before. Sesay, the young ebony snake that his son had befriended, had been giving him news of the ones that seemed to intimidate everyone. It was good, though that he was not a target. One of his dearest mares, Shattered, unfortunately was.
"There is so much to say about one as beautiful as you. Your body is the purest of ebony with eyes like the ocean. Painted markings are upon you, and there is a sash of ivory that runs through the center of you. The most beautiful thing about you is your heart. From what I can tell, you're one of the kindest faes I'm yet to meet," he said with a soft smile, looking to her. To himself he was smiling, for all the words he said were truth.
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Post by otho on Sept 30, 2010 5:56:42 GMT 8
Therthis
As the white stag turned and left, the black noted with slightly cruel pleasure that a grimace of disgust was on the features of his nemesis.
"Well done on your part. I bow to you, for those words most definitely just made my day." said the black, a bit jokingly, though indeed, he bowed to her. "Plus the fact that had you gone with him, you would've been tortured. Technically, I suppose he wasn't lying, but it was stretching the truth. He'd have protected you from others, such as me, who'd have saved you had you gone with him, but he'd not have protected you from his herd, nor from himself."
Therthis shrugged a bit, then looked to Fantasma. "Good day to you, king of Ciera. How fares your herd, may I ask?"
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Post by Kanchana on Sept 30, 2010 12:37:22 GMT 8
The blind miss could not help the small smile that appeared on her maw. Such a talent with words he seemed to have, as well as the power his words seem to command. Before she could speak, she turned her head at the sound of another approach. "Greetings...stallion," she murmered "I am Celia daughter of Duscha and Ire." Her listless gaze returned towards the direction of the other stallion. "You have a talent with words, Kiambu," she complemented the stag "I thank you, but I doubt any creature could look as beautiful as the one you described to me."
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Oct 1, 2010 5:21:34 GMT 8
The ruler of Ciera heard the gentle beating of wings of ebony. It was the stag that seemed to follow him to Alaknanda every time he journeyed to it. Either that or he basically lived there. It was a pretty place, with it's large orchards of humongous green, leafy things with spheres of crimson dangling from their arms. The small, rippling streams were all so beautiful too. Not only the sight of them was marvelous...but the bubbling sound that that came to his harks was rather beautiful too. It was natural.
"Greetings, Therthis. My herd is doing fine. I have heard tales of what has become of Amani, but surely, if he does come, he will cause no damage," said Kiam. No, the king was sure that Amani had moved on..somewhere. The stag had heard talk of him going to Eleazar for some reason, although Kiambu was not worried at all. Surely, Antheadora could fend for herself.
"Thank you, dear Celia," he said softly. "Everything I tell you it the absolute truth. You are exquisite, rare, desirable. Any stag would love anything and everything about you. It depends on who you like the most though," he said, his soft vocals explanatory and easy. I would not make you stay in my lands if you decide at a later day that you would rather be somewhere else. You'd be free to come and go as you pleased," he added, hoping Celia would like the policy of his lands.
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