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Post by .:Phantom:. on Oct 4, 2010 0:15:40 GMT 8
The waters had ceased their endless hammering finally. Still, their leftovers were present in the little things that the bright eyes captured. Little drips came from the green leaves that hung from the earthy hued trees on to her pelt. A little patch of flowers was drenched, the petals having little drops of water upon them. Bees buzzed around them, making their life more, more abundant. Small trickling streams collided into larger ones, to form a raging river. Alaknanda the voice echoed in her mind for a moment, and then it was gone. Rocks stood in the middle of the stream, seeming to part it in two. The strongest it was to be in the middle, but now, the strength of the liquid had taken to the sides. It was much too savage today to drink from; a pond would do.
The fae was like the earth, like the sweet candy that so many loved over the years. Ivory existed upon her dainty crown, in the shape, the feel of love. She carried that symbol with her always, physically and in spirit. Average she thought. I'm just average the thought came to her mind again. The chocolate eyes of her scanned over them all, seeing everything that she wanted but feared would never be hers.
In the middle though, stood she, looking out past the rolling hills and rivers. Not smiling was she, but her features were neutral, even to her. Dead was something she felt, like she wasn't even there but looking down from above. It was so different than what had been before. Love is never gone the voice sweetly poured itself into her mind. There was none to begin with she softly thought back before sorrowfully lowering her crown to drink. So much had happened. Was there anything to rebuild from?
As she rose, she looked, one more time to make sure that he had not followed. I'm coming after you she heard in her mind again. It wasn't a real voice, just what she thought he would say, what she thought he would do. His insanity was evident, and there was no way to escape it, unless someone helped her to do so. Would she ever escape from her oppression, those terrible memories?
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Oct 11, 2010 0:12:14 GMT 8
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Post by Epona on Oct 11, 2010 9:40:33 GMT 8
There was much on his mind as he wandered in to Alaknanda. Never had he looked for family members; never had he even owned a land. He did not own it completely to himself, but shared it with his twin brother. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts for a moment. A quiet huff was released from his lips. The constant, incessant chatter could get rather annoying if he did not have the energy to control it. Right now was one of those energy-lacking times. The voices of his ancestors swirled in his head, speaking of times past, of everything that had happened in this world to this very day. The stallion knew it was a gift he must try to keep secret. However, when the old spirits would not shut up and he had not the energy to block them out, it was rather hard to hide the fact that he had a pounding ache in his head.
His oddly shaded dark green eyes looked around the river area listlessly. The hum of voices in his head made it hard to concentrate. The black of his mane and tail contrasted greatly with that of his light brown coat, along with his white face and legs. He spotted one mare that was alone, while others were caught up in their own little conversations. Deciding it could not hurt much, he turned in her direction. The stallion flinched slightly as a roar of voices came to him. Sometimes this "gift" was more of a curse to him. "Shut up," he mumbled under his breath in quite the irritated tone. He cleared his throat, realizing he had spoken out loud, and chose to try and focus on one voice for the time being.
Much suffering with this one...Yes, I knew her father... a voice whispered. Rivers had never known the horse who owned the voice, for it did not sound familiar. But of course, he had access to all of his ancestor's knowledge, every one that ever lived. Curiosity started to kill him and he quickened his approach, stopping a few feet from her and giving her a friendly half-smile. "Hello, miss. My name is Roaring Rivers, I hope you don't mind my approach," he said kindly. Though he already knew her name, it would be a dead give-away that he had a gift if he called her by her name before she told him. Rivers felt so confined sometimes, as if the only one he could be himself around was his brother, which it was.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Oct 11, 2010 9:51:59 GMT 8
The flicking of daggers together, she heard. They were lightly slapping the ground, as a frog did when he took a leap. It was coming closer, and the force that would stand before her was large, and it was impossible to trust one who towered over her so. It reminded her of the abuse. Drawing a breath, she glared down at her leg. Old, dried blood was around it in a place that was becoming more infected every day she lived. Scars were all around it. Eventually, the hide would grow back...someday. Until then, she would live with the mental and physical scars of him.
Chocolate could not deny that he was quite handsome though, despite her fear toward all stags. His pelt was a bit lighter than her own; it was more red, more chestnut. The hue red reminded her of blood. Please, no more she whimpered in her own mind, thinking of the soft river banks when she saw him. Ivory blotched his great form, upon the pillars that he stood upon and the underbelly that he laid upon. Pools of kindness radiated to her, with their soft forest glow. The tresses that hung from him were ebony, like the darkest of nights.
As he came closer, she heard him murmur something, very softly. It wasn't like she could tell what it was. It only seemed like those that were blind could hear extremely well. Chocolate was normal. Whether that was good or bad, she wasn't sure. "Greetings...R-Roaring Rivers," she said bashfully, looking away for a moment so that she didn't have to make eye contact. It was rude though, so she forced herself to stay in his powerful gaze. "It i...is nice to meet you," she said with a strained smile. "I am Chocolate," she said simply, not having any catch phrase that went with her name or anything like some faes did. It made her feel insignificant, but it seemed like that was what she was. There were no use in trying to be something that she was not.
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Post by Epona on Oct 11, 2010 10:18:26 GMT 8
Rivers watched her, watched her look at her leg where there were scars and dried blood. His heart ached as he listened to the whisper of his ancestor in his head. How could one do such a thing to such a fragile and beautiful creature? The stallion shook his head slightly. He knew he intimidated her, and tried to make his movements as slow and gentle as possible. A thought crossed his mind that he should lay down, and so he did. He tucked his white legs beneath him and lowered himself, so that he was now in a vulnerable position and was a little lower than her own height. He hoped this would make her more comfortable since he was in no position to go anywhere or do anything in any quick manner.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Chocolate," he wanted so bad to tell her that it was okay, and that he would protect her even though he had just met her. He knew so much of her already from the mare that whispered to his mind. It was sad, and depressing. The mare obviously did not think much of her self. He could tell by her posture, the way she stood there with a defeated look on her face. Rivers sighed quietly. "You may just call me Rivers, miss." He smiled slightly, his green eyes dancing with kindness and hope. His eyes fell to her leg, that was now closer to eye level so it wouldn't appear he made an effort to examine her for injuries. "What happened to your leg, dear?" he asked, concern in his voice. It was not feigned, for he felt true compassion for her, and wanted to help her more than anything. If only he could tell her what he already knew without scaring her off.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Oct 12, 2010 7:40:36 GMT 8
The velvets of the earth hued fae slightly lowered and distance increased as the reddish earthy hued stag folded his well muscled pillars before her. Now, he laid just below her gently, less anxious gaze. "Why..." she whispered, letting her eyes lock onto his for a brief moment. "Why would you show someone such as me...such respect?" gently she wondered. It was quite an amusement that one of such stature and strength in the world would choose to be so kind to her. "I don't deserve it," she said solemnly, lowering her head.
Him Chocolate thought, remembering his presence too vividly. It was too fresh in her memory. The small fae squeezed her eye lids together, fighting back the memory of him, hoping that it would burden her no longer. It is nice to meet you too she thought, but the fear consumed her too much to say anything. The sun hued stag with ebony pillars and tresses had told her he would come for her. He would come and kill her if she told anything about him. They would kill him. He was afraid.
"No," she rasped. The pillars which she stood upon trembled for a brief moment, threatening to collapse beneath her mass. Things, far away thoughts, were telling her to get away from the one that wanted you to know. "My father," she finally answered. "It has been there for a while, but it hasn't gotten better," she softly said. "He almost killed me," she said with a sigh. Maybe it would have been better if he had.
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Post by Epona on Oct 13, 2010 5:20:43 GMT 8
Rivers was shocked when she met his eyes with her own. So much pain was there; so much sorrow was locked away in her heart, in the depths of her soul. He felt it, almost as if he had experienced it himself, and had to break contact before he broke down himself. "Why do I treat you with respect?" he repeated out loud, looking at the mare closely, wondering what was in her head that could possibly make her believe she deserved any less.
"Every creature deserves respect, no matter what they believe about themself," the green-eyed stallion said quietly, observing her and watching her tremble, as if she were scared of life in general. He felt a pang of compassion and he wanted to stand and nuzzle her gently and comfort her. But he feared it would scare her and, most importantly, scare her away from him.
When it was stated that her father had done this to her, Rivers was horrified. How could a father hurt his own flesh and blood? He snorted and shook his head slowly, looking up at her with sympathetic eyes. He knew the horrors of the world, every horror imagineable. Though he did not experience them himself, his ancestors and others that they had known had, and he had access to them, and they had access to his mind.
Presently there were about ten voices yelling in his head to leave her, to not get involved with her dramatic life. There were about ten times that amount screaming for him to stay and comfort her and protect her. It was nearly overwhelming. Spirits were...demanding. Slowly and cautiously, Rivers got to his feet and stepped closer to her, his eyes locking with hers, a warm, trusting gaze in them, hoping he could comfort her. He reached his large head forward and touched his nose gently to her cheek. "None as beautiful as you deserve to be treated in such a way, especially by your own father." He paused for a moment and looked in to her eyes again, his black forelock falling over his eyes slightly. "Though I have only just met you, I can stand here and promise that I will never let any harm befall you again." Rivers stepped back a step and outstretched his right leg, tucking his left beneath him and lowering him self in to a bow before her. It was a large gesture, almost too much for having just met; but Rivers felt drawn to her, connected, as if he could not leave her side. He knew he would not be able to, even if she tried to send him away.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Oct 13, 2010 8:51:58 GMT 8
The light pools of earth hue twinkled slightly, as he repeated his question more rapidly, in a more strong manner. They were liquid, like a small stream had suddenly crashed into a boulder of granite. The water was ceased for a small time, creating swirls of confusion in every direction. There was no reason for the strong stag to care anything about such a simple fae, such as she was. River, the king, wanted her to be safe. Would he say if she said not?
Chocolate sometimes thought that suffering in solitude was the best way to suffer, for no one could hear nor see your screams of pain. "I used to think that, before him," she said with a silent sigh. There was nothing that could be done to change the past, but there was much to be done that could make the future a better time. It would be a prosperous time instead of one of grief. Even if she did not choose Rivers, who seemed to be the only one appearing, he would still protect her. It was a wondrous feeling to possess!
Could he possibly understand what she'd been through? For a moment, she thought he could, as she looked deeply into his eyes of emerald. As soon as the thought came, it left. He could not possibly now. He was nothing but a stag, as stag that had probably been trained to be a gentleman, a kind hearted one. That was all. Apathy for others. When he reached his gentle muzzle to her soft cheek, she knew that he understood, somehow. She let his soft nose brush her cheek gently.
Chocolate's heart raced terribly so that she felt a bit faint. A shiver ran down her spine as the beautiful tones called her beautiful. Beautiful? That was never a word she'd ever been described as; she'd only called others beautiful, and he was, indeed beautiful. "Where do you come from?" she asked suddenly, letting her eyes fall upon him more confidently. He gave her strength.
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Post by Epona on Oct 14, 2010 5:40:10 GMT 8
Rivers could not believe a father had treated his daughter in such a way. It angered him to think about it again. The ancestors in his head were just as angry. Some had been through the abuse themselves and Rivers concentrated on them the most, for they were telling him how it felt, and showing him how it felt as well, by sending him a portion of what they had felt. It was horrendous, the way he felt. And that was only a fraction of the real thing.
His eyes fell to hers as she looked at him with a bit more confidence. That was what he wanted to see. Confidence was very important. The mare would never get any where if she did not believe in herself. "I do not come from any specific place. My clan always travelled and we never settled in one place for long." He smiled a bit at her, hoping it was an acceptable answer. For now, he could not go in to the details of his past, of his family, but perhaps he would in the near future.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Oct 15, 2010 4:12:51 GMT 8
The fear that she initially felt towards the stag became extinct, as did her insecurities fade like the setting sun. It was slowly, so slowly, becoming easier to speak with him. The atrocious feeling of her heart pounding, that overall excitement was still present though. It felt as if she would burst from the inside! The anguish of her past seemed to go away as she spoke to him more, a glint of sunlight shining in her bright eyes of chocolate.
"But, where do you live now?" she asked, wondering in which place she would like to live, herself. Chocolate imagined herself standing in a forest with pine trees all around her, their smell floating into her nostrils. The fae would lift her beautiful crown ever so slightly to let the pallid sunlight dance upon her. Perhaps, the valley appealed to her...or the secret valley....maybe even the forest. They all had their problems, but overall, they were nice, maybe even too nice for her.
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Post by Epona on Oct 15, 2010 4:40:53 GMT 8
Rivers smiled. "I live in the Forest of Mysteries with my brother. He is much like me, in looks. Our personalities...differ. His name is Rocks." A gentle, reassuring smile settled on Rivers's kind face. He hoped Rocks would not be too sarcastic, as he was naturally. But Rivers had a feeling that Chocolate could handle whatever his brother decided to dish out.
"Would you like to come there with me?" he asked, slightly uncertain as to what her answer would be. If she did come with him, it would be easier for him to protect her. As his green eyes met her beautiful brown, his heart seemed to jump a beat but he paid no mind, though it was curious, for he had never had a feeling like that before. This mare really was something special for him.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Oct 16, 2010 10:04:29 GMT 8
Chocolate smiled as he spoke of the forest land he lived in. Once, she heard it had been ruled by a stag of evil named Apocalypse. Stories about his death had circulated around for years since it happened. Since then, no one had lived there. At least, now it was getting good leaders. "A forest land?" she asked, delight creeping into her chocolate hued eyes. Those always seemed to be the safest, with Phoenix, Rivers, Thowra, and Gladiator ruling each of them. They were truly all great warriors and kings that kept the forest a kind and gentle place.
The earth hued fae looked to him happily as he finally asked the question she had been waiting for. "Of course. I would love to go," she said, innocently wondering how Rivers' brother was like. Chocolate hoped he was not too bad tempered or sarcastic. She had always hated stags that thought they were all that. Pride was a terrible thing to have, especially for a king to have. Eventually, kings like those were murdered. Chocolate would never wish that one anyone though.
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Post by Epona on Oct 18, 2010 16:46:56 GMT 8
Trying to hide his delight, Rivers smiled and simply nodded as she said she would love to come. He saw the delight in her beautiful eyes and realized that though he was a king, he could quite possibly love her, and only her, for his entire existence. His mind rushed for a moment to Rocks, hoping that he would not be his usual self and act like an ass. It was not that he was prideful, it was simply his way of saying that he liked you. If he was rude to you, it was a compliment. But if he was quiet and did not speak around you, then he did not like you at all.
"Would you like to go now?" he asked, looking at her with happiness dancing in his green eyes.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Oct 19, 2010 6:48:47 GMT 8
A forest land had been what she had always wanted, had always longed for the most. Not in particular, had she wanted to live with any of the forest kings though, not until Rivers had come along. For a moment, she wanted to gallop freely and forget that any worries had bothered her ever. She wished to toss her crown in the wind and tell them all that they could not catch her, not even the gales themselves. "Yes," she said lightly, as she began to lope towards his lands - her new home.
Chocolate was so consumed in her joy that she had forgotten about the wound on her leg. A sharp pain reminded her that it was still there and reminded her of the bitter world that she lived in. Pulling her crown up in pain, she slowed to a limping trot. The place upon her was getting worse, and she was dearly in need of a healer. Any unicorn could, but she needed someone that would. One day, she would find a powerful being to take away the pain on her leg. A time ago, she had heard of appendages being so disease ridden that they fell from the form of the creature carrying them. Chocolate did not want that, but she could tell that the pillar she was dragging was not that bad.
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Post by Epona on Oct 19, 2010 9:55:54 GMT 8
He slowed to trot next to her, watching her with concern in his eyes as he noticed she was limping. Rivers remember her leg and frowned, thinking hard as to what they could possibly do. "I have heard of a mare who resides near a waterfall that can heal. She took over her mother's place as a healer. Would you like to stop on the way home and see her? Perhaps she can help..." He hoped it would not offend her that he was suggesting she get help. Rivers knew that some equines could be a little odd about accepting help when it was needed, or even asking for help.
ooc ;; no muse =(
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