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Post by erosaf on Oct 5, 2010 6:41:43 GMT 8
Evening Mist The delicate white fae moved through the river knowing that somewhere here she would find the stallion for her. It had been a while since she had sought the companionship of another horse, seeing as she had roamed for a while away from the rest of the horses in Vandin. But now she felt the need for another's company, and she knew it was time for her to wander Alaknanda River until he found her. Her pretty warmt copper eyes searched amongst the trees as she moved, knowing that there would be those who wanted her eventually. The worst thing was that she was in heat and that would be an issue. The stallions would be drawn to her, they would all be able to tell. She knew though, how to defend herself and none were going to get that chance at ther. Not while she was still watchful anyway. Only young she was, but that mattered not to her. And she knew that the others would find that too a thing they could use against her. She was barely old enough to be wandering around like this, and no one would be there to amke sure she was safe. She'd heard many things about this river, and the one that appealed to her most was how most found the ones they could not live without here. Sighing she turned into a small hollow among the trees and dropped her head towards the river, drinking for a moment. She was still alert to her surroundings, but there was no one around at the moment to have to worry about. It was rather misty at the moment, but she liked that. It sort of matched her name, the evening mist like this. For her name was Evening Mist. What her luck. She felt safest with this mist watching over her. She did not really understand why though.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Oct 5, 2010 6:58:28 GMT 8
Gone Love is never gone As we travel on Love's what we'll remember The morning was dark still, the bright ball of fire barely peeking from above the mountain line. A layer of fog surrounded all, making the grass have tiny drops of dew glistening upon the edge of it. The small, furry creatures scampered around, making their way to the place they called home. The ivory fluffy tails that they beheld flew into the air as they saw such a large creature treading upon the ground. There were prints where someone's daggers had been. The earth was so damp that they left a spot where they had so gracefully been. Trees of the brightest shade of emerald dripped a few drops from their small buds, onto the spine of the ebony one. Roses were around the tree, roses of the sweetest red. It was the hue of love and of death. Never was it thought of in that way, never. Blood, pouring upon the ground, was this terrible, yet the most innocent of flowers also shared its hue. The morning light shone down from its heavens to glisten dramatically upon the pelt of ebony. It was like the night, so dark and evil in appearance, but the night had subsided. The danger had too, for none would bring danger to the council. None was around, for not even a mouse was awake in the cool morning. A crescent of ivory shone silver upon the crown of the leader, the lead of their council. The horn that sat upon his perfectly chiseled crown glowed silver as well, on the fine morning. Finally, his love had given up on itself. Why hath it be so cruel, so selfish? Today was the last day of suffering, for it was a day of new. The leader of an all unicorn land should not suffer so. It was anew, and there was love left for plenty. There was life to give. I'm moving on finally, his mind had agreed.
Kiss the day goodbye And point me toward tomorrow We did what we had to do Won't forget Can't regret What I did for love [/size]
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Post by erosaf on Oct 5, 2010 7:10:00 GMT 8
Evening Mist She was not one for those who showed a bad heart. That kind of horse she knew was not for her, seeing as she was so young and not used to being in the world alone. She was only learning now to create her own path on which to tread at the moment. There was not a sould yet whom she had seemed to like the idea of being with. None of the great stallions roaming the River caught her fancy yet. She smiled though as she moved through her little glade, digging her way into it further. This was a place she felt safe somehow. She knew not how. but she was safe here. It was as though the trees themselves worked with her to hide her young body form the world. Not that it mattered to her. For there was no one in this world that she trusted enough to go with. The wind wisphered though of a black stallion, one with a horn upon his head and not a hint of ivory on his body. She though was the purest of ivory, no other colour marked her except for those warm copper eyes that she had been born to have for the rest of her days. They saw everything and she could picture him the stallion who was spoken of by the wind,a nd she knew that when she saw the real horse he was going to be spectacular. She gasped though and backed away carefully into a whippy tree that closed its branches in front of her as she saw another horse. It was him, but would he have seen her. She could only hope so. She was actually frightened that the stallion had not been the one that she was told of. Staying where she was, she breathed lightly, not making a sound, not knowing if he was coming this way.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Oct 5, 2010 8:23:50 GMT 8
The decision maker laid his eyes of pure ebony upon the form standing in the mist. It was barely visible, she was barely visible. Was she even there, or was she just a hallucination? Only an illusion could be so beautiful. Lightly his daggers, the hue of the darkest time on earth, moved easily to where she stood. No, she was real, as real as could be. For a moment, he let the light from above touch her silken pelt as he plainly stared. The stag had not had any intention to, but being his noble self, he pried his eyes from her.
The muscles that rippled beneath his pelt seemed almost detached from him, for they were not huge, like some hellions had. Callisto was not either a weak stag. The lead of the council could not be weak, for then that would be calling the entirety of his breed weak. They were powerful...more powerful than many though. There were two different powers he could do to manipulate the earth to his will. Callisto had was the truth of the unicorns, and he could reveal the truth plainly to anyone who he wished to see it. Lies and liars were fearful of him.
There were five elements: Air, Fire, Earth, Metal, and Water. Out of those, he was Metal, the decision maker. Purity was something he valued deeply to himself as well and the truth. To be corrupt was his largest fear, and he was sure that it would not happen...not until the day he died when his spirit left his body and would seek a new home. Making judgments was his job. Hopefully, the fae that he laid his eyes upon would understand him, understand his job.
"Greetings, miss. I am Callisto, the judge of the council of five," he said, letting his ebony horn scrape the ground as he bowed to the beauty. Honored he would be, to know just her calling, so that he did not have to refer to her as mare...or fae. Distaste Callisto found in stags that did not call mares by the calling they were born with.
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Post by erosaf on Oct 5, 2010 18:06:00 GMT 8
She looked at him, taking in all the muscles he had. He almost seemed to have the build of a hellion, but to call him one would be really wrong and she knew that. No, though he had the strength, he was certainly a pure unicorn, something she had not seen for a long time.
"I have met your kind before. Though the fae I met, namded Erosaf, is not pure unicorn, but part hellion andpegusas. She grieves at the moment, but she is generally much like her unicorn ancestors rather than the hellion in her. Her stallion was bitten by a rabid fox and no one seems to be able to help her get into a more positive spirit. Maybe a visit from those like you might help."
Evening Mist smiled at him. "I am the mist of the evenings. For the Evening Mist is my name. I come, you see me at one moment during the sunrise and then I am gone, hidden in the mist."
She knew though that there were few with her gift.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Oct 6, 2010 5:27:15 GMT 8
Graceful strokes of light shone in his ebony eyes as the sun crept higher, high above the trees. It devoured them it seemed, with it's intensity and brightness. His form, like a rock stood there, letting it caress him once with its warmth before moving himself to a place that the light had not yet touched. The leader's pelt was cold, like usual, not having heat to it on its own, unlike the pelt of Europa. Their elements agreed, so she felt love to him. It would never be though. Callisto had promised himself already that he would not be with another on the great council.
Looking more to the precise form of the fae, Evening Mist, he saw that she was small, standing nine inches exactly below him at the back. Regally, his crown was held, as he examined her. He had already noticed her beauty from afar, but it was much more evident closer up. In a way, she reminded him of Lysithea, the fae that he had loved first, but she had no horn leaping from her beautiful, light ivory features. Nor did she have the power of Lysithea.
"Teleportation. Interesting," he mused, thinking a moment before telling her of his. "Each unicorn has a power - or two in my case. The truth I can see, whether it appears to be clear or not. Others, I can manipulate, to let them see the truth. It is chilling sometimes to have that power," he said, a small chill creeping up his spine, as it did always when he spoke of his curse. "The second is more simple, for it is healing. It is limited though; I can cure only a few each solstice," he said, no shame coming into his vocals. Callisto would give them up, if he could.
At the mentioning of the ebony fae that he had heard many tales about, he stepped back in surprise a bit. "You know of the one who recreates souls?" he asked, intrigued by the part breed. His element proved to be strong, the strongest of all. His curiosity, on the other hand, was as weak as a yearling was in battle. Callisto wanted to know more of the stag that had been bitten.
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Post by erosaf on Oct 6, 2010 6:14:32 GMT 8
"I suppose that is one way to put what she does. Apparently if you're evil she can change you into someone good and likable. Evil horse tend to be wary of her for that reason. She can heal others as well, she's healed me once. She met Amani here at Alaknanda, he was already subherding in Snowy River Forest at the time. She joined him there. Things seemed good until a rabid fox bit Amani. Amani is a black horse who is only a quarter hellion. Those who are half hellion or full hellion cannot be affected it would seem from that which the fox carried."
Evening Mist sighed, knowing there were some things even Erosaf could not fix, like herself. "There is a rumour that she is linked with Amani, one of the things she did in an attempt to change him back from the evil that he has become. It seems to have almost backfired, she is getting more and more dark by the day and needs help from someone else though she'll never ask. Amani was the most gentle of stallion before all this happened."
She thought for a moment. "he got bitten the day their first born was born too.Spyro will never truly know his father."
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Oct 7, 2010 5:02:51 GMT 8
The young, wise unicorn stag shook his crown in sorrow, for the moment at least. Why was such suffering about the world? What had they become? It was disturbing and unnerving, but the stag soon knew that all would be good again. Told not to speak a word of it, he was. The pure one, who only saw the future that was good had told him of it. One so truthful....so honest, could not betray her, could not defy the gracious one's wishes.
Some solace he wished to give the fae called Erosaf, deeply from his heart. Things about the council would trouble her, he knew. They had moved from the place that all of the purebred unicorns had come from. They were the four major herd leaders, and they were destined to be the most powerful group of horses together. To some, it was confusing. Callisto sighed. "Worry not, Evening Mist. Let not it trouble your soul, for all shall be fine," he softly said, wishing he could say more. The water fae would not like it if he told though; she would not like it at all.
"There were cases of rabid creatures upon my old lands. They had to be destroyed eventually. The council of five always would meet and discuss how to deal with things. They have come back, returned, to be one of the most powerful fighting forces around," he said, reassuring that everything would be safer with five more pure unicorns living there. Each had two powers, and they would surely be a force to be reckoned with. Callisto would tell her of their group and how much it meant to him.
"I am the lead of our group. My element is the precious metal, strong and pure. Lysithea is the fae of earth, strong and gentle. Thyone is the one of wind, swift and lone. Europa is the element of fire, dangerous and rash at times. Himalia is the element of water, pure and kind," he added. Callisto would have to introduce them later, if the dearest beauty came with him. It had a great dependence on what kind of life she wanted. At least he could offer her safety always, forever and always.
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Post by erosaf on Oct 7, 2010 5:55:31 GMT 8
She looked at him, knowing that he had his own powers, though she was not too curious as to what else he could do. She had learnt many things over the last two years on her own, but most of the things she would have known as a foal she hadn't.
"Life has not been fair for me either." She knew that her childhood as a foal was a missing part for her. No one really knew anymore that she was not one who had had that fun. It was not something she was all that open about really.
She at least understood where Erosaf came from.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Oct 7, 2010 6:11:07 GMT 8
So much responsibility had he taken upon himself, just as a young colt, to rule over everything. He was the supreme ruler of all stag unicorns. Lysithea was the ruler of them all, but she naught be the maker of decisions. It felt bad that so many things had been cast upon them, as just yearlings. They fought in the wars, even and taught themselves so that they could teach others. It worked so well for a while; it really did.
"I know your pain, Mist. All five of us had to grow up very early. It was if we had no childhood at all," he said with a small bittersweet smile. Being supreme was nice, but now he was different. Callisto knew better than anyone that being different was not bad, not bad at all. Being normal is something that he had longed to be for a while though. Not ever would he come closer to it than to settle down somewhere.
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Post by erosaf on Oct 7, 2010 12:29:29 GMT 8
"You are the luckier one, my childhood was stolen from me when i was only weeks old. Men captured me and that was a terrible time for me. When i escaped though, as a two year old, neither my mother nor my father knew who I was and I was not allowed back into my old herd. I've been alone my entire life."
Things were not fair, but there was nothing I could do about that, was there?
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Oct 9, 2010 4:32:13 GMT 8
A slight sound of appeal escaped his coal hued velvets as he looked in dismay to her. The abominable cretins with malign only circulating through their rotted veins. Least of the time, were their missions successful...but it one was weak....they would strike. Any fae, so beautiful and delightful, they would take for their own, leaving not the slightest bit of hope for any youth they had bore nor their herd that they were leaving behind. The only reason they had not experienced it was because humans had not yet discovered their eden.
"They will not take you again, Mist. No...they will not," he whispered, looking deep into her soft eyes. A promise he made was always a promise he kept. Secretly, he bonded it to his heart, never to break it. "Nothing bad will ever happen to you....even if you don't want to come with me," he said, smiling discreetly. Callisto could see some reasons she might not want to, for he wasn't perfect. All that power - it scared some, drove them away. Fights would come, as they would for every stag, but they would not be lost. Everything was there to win. Nothing to lose.
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Post by erosaf on Oct 10, 2010 15:54:49 GMT 8
She thought for a moment before talking.
"I know what it is like to be weak, though I am not any longer. Now though I know what to do when they come near me, and I think they let me get away from them this time. I was a bit of a demon for them to deal with the whole time. Only one could ever get me to be calm with her, and she was naught but a child. I could never hurt someone as innocent as her."
She thought for a moment more.
"I think I would like to be part of a herd again. I have long since been tired of having to watch out for danger all the time." It would be easier in a herd.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Oct 11, 2010 0:22:09 GMT 8
Callisto felt the pounding of his veins right below the surface of his ebony pelt. At the moment, he did not have a home to provide her with shelter and food. Recently, he had only wandered, but having a home would not be too bad. It wouldn't be bad at all. Callisto liked the valley rather well, but there were many dangers of it. Evil was within in, in nearly every territory. The Secret Valley was more beautiful though, secretive, and amazing. Wolves were in the first territory, but it they did not bother the ebony one. Perhaps Faoi Thionchar, Forest of Mysteries, or Still Waters would suit them.
That is, if she wanted to go with him. There were plenty other capable stags of taking care of her and giving her their hearts. Not many were unicorn though; the unicorns were different than the normal stags and hellion stags. They were the pure goodness of the earth. "It only depends upon which herd you wish to be a part of and what territory you'd like it to be in," he said with a small smile, wanting to make his herd in a large, well spaced place. Not many would be in there. That was what he wanted.
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Post by erosaf on Oct 11, 2010 6:04:13 GMT 8
"Within the trees I feel safest, seeing as that is the sort of place my old home was in. Forests keep me interested, seeing as there are so many paths one can take within them. As for a herd, only those who are not mean and evil would ever be considered by me to run with."
She sighed, knowing there were too many good horses in this world to possibly choose from.
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