Recuperation --> [open] « Thread Started on Dec 11, 2006, 4:38pm »
Huh.
Things aren't right.
The dreams. They're horrible. Nothing seems alright, after I awake. Nothing seems okay. Everything seems... wrong.
It's the same every time.
I am walking down an old dirt road, grinning devilishly about some secret I hold in my head. When I look down at my daggers, they are crimson with blood. Something tells me that my muzzle, too, is dotted with it. And- this is what really frightens me about the dream- I laugh at the sight of it. A crazed feeling about me, I pick up a canter, tassels flying in the winds. Suddenly, I hear hoofbeats beside me. A young foal, young and shakey, runs beside me. It gallops as quickly as it can to keep up with me. It's pelt is of skewbald, and it calls out to me as I move. Pleading with me, telling me to slow down. It needs my help. It calls me father.
Something about the babe enrages me. I think that, the me of the dream, may know this foal, from somewhere. I veer to a halt, taking a look at the foal. Tears run down its maw, as its lips begin to move quickly, babbling some language I can't understand. But, I suppose the me of the dream can- for it enrages me furthur. I cry upon the foal, harsh words, and throw my body upwards in a rear. My daggers crash down upon it, and my teeth sink deep into its neck. I pick it up, shake it. It screams in terror, as I toss it to the ground and stomple it.
The crack of bones rings out, and I grin with pleasure.
Then, I continue my walk down the road, moving briskly away from the body. I gaze up to a dark, cloudy sky, and words are painted over the clouds, dripping in blood of crimson; Eternal Glory.
I awake. It's always the same, never any different.
Life should be a joy. But, for me, it hasn't been. Waves of evil have swept o'er my clean mind. I've become something I never thought I'd become. Just yesterday, I demanded a terra from a stag, and backed down in shame, normal me returning as soon as he came into sight.
What's wrong with me? What is happening?
And, I've been lonely. Oh, so lonely. Ever since Io left me in the breeding grounds, I've longed for the prescence of someone- anyone, when I used to enjoy nothing more than being alone.
I am running, as is in the dreams, but faster. Running through a dense, but beautiful forest. Running away from my life. Branches snap beneath my enourmous daggers as I gallop. I don't think. I can't think. I just want it all to go away. I tear through the woods, my long, thick pillars carrying me as fast as they will. Where there is no room to get by, I make some, without slowing down. I run blindly, not caring who or what I hit. Nothing matters.
My muscles ripple beneath my golden pelt, which glimmers faintly in the rays of sunlight spilling through the branches of the trees.
I've been going for at least a few mintes, at least a few miles. Warm, soft sand hits my sensitive frogs, startling me. A warmth across my back comes from nowhere- the shade of the trees is nothing. I finally truly open my eyes- not that they were literally closed- and, a little dumbfounded, observe my surroundings.
The beach is long, going on for miles in each direction. Long, and empty- well, in range of my vision, anyway. No, now I see a couple walking, not too far away. But, not too close either. Here, I can be alone, but there's still the hope of meeting just that certain kind.
I flick my tail slightly, chest heaving as I move out of my abrupt hat, staggering forwards. Down the beach, I go, stepping through the warm sands , moving closer to the crystal waters. But, I don't quite make it there.
I sink to my knees, tears forming in my large, mahogany pools. But, I hold them back, even as my enourmous form crumples to the ground. I fall to my side, just lay there, for a moment. And, then. pillars flailing, I slide to my back, exposed and vulnerable. Closing my eyes, I extend my neck, and begin a long, enjoyable roll.
The hot sands carress my pelt, leaving me a little darker in colour as I climb to all fours.
Feeling a little better, I move towards the ocean, auds pricked. I stand near the water, head lowered. The waves gently lap against my fetlocks, as I stand on my own in the afternoon.
Re: Recuperation --> [open] « Reply #1 on Dec 15, 2006, 12:35pm »
Lately, life has come to me in an onslaught of changes. It all started when I stumbled upon Empire- before then, it was rather quiet as I traveled alone. When I found this place, I first made my way to the claiming grounds, was whisked off by Black Abyss, and then life became monotonous again. Because of this, I journeyed to the Lost Garden and there met my long-lost lover, one who I had known since we were mere foals. Our meeting was tainted by the unfortunate fact that I did not recognize him. Only after a painful force breeding was my memory restored. After a detour to the breeding grounds, I followed him to the dark herd where he was beta, never even going to Abyss's herd to notify him of my leaving- I was too caught up with Akuji. Shortly after, my life was marked by another significant occurrence. There she is now, dozing peacefully under a palm. It's odd, seeing her so tranquil, so quiet. Usually she is a whirlwind of fury and energy and, well, darkness. She's a cruel little thing, my daughter is. Takes after her father in persona, and me only in appearances. She is without a doubt a dark, and therein the problem lies. You see, I have always been a rather submissive neutral, and her domineering nature makes our relationship rather complicated. She tends to run over me, and only by begging her am I able to get her to comply. She wanted very much to remain in the dark herd even after Akuji vanished (I suspect him dead, for he would never abandon us), but I persisted, and somehow persuaded her to accompany me away where I hope to eventually find a neutral herd in which to reside. But for now we are here in the Hollow Tree Sea. I am gazing thoughtfully out into the seas, my optics straying only to follow a flock of gulls as they dip and dive and caw. But then I move my gaze back to the horizon, wondering briefly what lies beyond the waters. My auds flip at random, keeping a lookout for myself and my flicka who rests nearby. Glancing back at her, I can see her tiny ribcage rising and falling, rising and falling. She is such a graceful little tyke, and I suppose when she grows she will be quite the beautiful vix. She has my features, but a bit of her father's brawn, and my muscular yet fluid motions. Yes, a beautiful little demon, my fawn. Dark as the night, both inside and out. I look forward once again.
But a blur of motion catches the corner of my eye, and I rotate my visage to gaze in the opposite direction of my daughter, to the right. There is a stag, rolling about in the sand, his flints flailing in the air, causing me for a moment to wonder if he is stuck on his back. But then he rolls over, those very flints planting solidly upon the white grains as he stands. My auds perk, for such is my curiosity, as is my nature, but I do take a protective step toward Lilith, my foal. He does not seem to have noticed me yet, for I am a distance, however short, away. My ebony pelt does contrast with the sand, so I suspect it won't be long until I am seen. Will he approach me? I dart a glance back to Lilith- still sleeping soundly. She always has been a hard sleeper. Besides, she's a foal, only just weaned- she has me to protect her, so she need not concern herself with the outside world. I look back to the brute, waiting.
Re: Recuperation --> [open] « Reply #2 on Dec 15, 2006, 8:24pm »
A peaceful sigh escapes my lips, my facade looking sad, despite the roll of relaxation. I gaze out across the waters, my crown lowered so my lips are almost brushing its cool surface. My forelock flutters in a cool breeze that sweeps over the face of the beach, causing sand to fly and my tassels to swirl about me, framing my masculine form. IN this place, this place of solitude, I am able to rest. Able to get away from the busy fashion of the world, able to find the inner Hero. No, not the inner Hero. The inner Herc.
Ever since I met Io, that night on the breeding grounds, I've changed. Things I put behind me, like my name, were coming back. Memories I had long forgotton- Things I wanted desperately never again to remember. I have become a darker soul all together, especially since my search for the vix. I never found her- she had disapearred. FOr all I know, disapearred from existence- just as Arius had. I could never seem to catch a vix, and keep her. Though, if not for the death of Arius...
She'd been my one true love. I'll never meet anyone just like her, ever again. But, perhaps, if I opened my heart, there was room for another?
The gentle breath of a horse catches my auds. I don't know how- it's awful quiet. But, nares flared, I lift my head, turning it round my shoulder. My blue gaze falls first upon a tiny foal, sleeping amoung the sands. A tender smile etches across my lips. Despite that dream, I'd always liked foals.
My gaze left the flicka, falling upon a large ebon vix, standing near by. She was pretty, though not extremely close.
Re: Recuperation --> [open] « Reply #3 on Dec 17, 2006, 5:24pm »
A pair of brown pools trace along the frame of the stag, waiting for him to either feel my gaze or happen to turn toward me. He is a strange breed- one I have never seen before. Perhaps a cross of some sort. I, myself, am entirely Friesian, as is Lilith. I do not look down upon those not of full blood, of course, but it is merely a thing I do notice. I can see traces of both Clydesdale and Mustang, but maybe there is something else thrown in there. His hide is a soft golden hue, and his locks are of a blond tint. At once, I wonder if he is light, for I have noted that those nearer the white on the color spectrum tend to be of that alliance, but I mustn't stereotype- after all, most would think me a dark, for my entire bodice is bathed in ebony. His cranium dips to the surface of the sea, gently sipping up the liquid. Personally, I never have been one for salt water- makes my mouth more dry, really. And it is so bitter too. To each his own, I suppose. The salty zephyr whips my tresses about wildly, each individual lock dancing to its own little tune to create a certain mayhem about my serpentine and my rump and hinds. Even the light feathering around my pasterns sway about. The soft roar of the ocean as its waves break against the shore almost drowns out the cawing of the gulls, but they are still audible. As the stranger returns his crown to its apex, I heave a light sigh, wondering if he is ignoring me blatantly. But apparently the crashing sea did not stifle that one breath, for he immediately turns his visage in my direction. But his optics gaze not at me, but past me, in Lilith's direction. I glance back to ensure that she is still sleeping and not making faces at the brute, but she is still in a sound slumber. Good. Returning my gaze to the brute, his orbs now rest upon me. His lips move, a soft word uttered, but what was it? It takes a moment to be deciphered in my brain, for it was so faint. Then the results come back: "Hi". The quiet sort, is he then? I can be myself, at times. "Hello." That single word departs from my lips, slightly amplified that it might be clearly heard. My flints do not shift, nor does my direction of sight. Should I pursue conversation, or abandon this tiny sapling of it to wilt and die? I wonder why he looked at Lilith so- is he a dark, out to murder the weak and helpless? Normally I would never dare think such a thing of a complete stranger, but motherhood does that to you. I decide finally to linger, and the uncertainty which had reflected for a moment's time in my pools fades away, for I have decided to at least give him a chance. No need to jump to conclusions. Besides- I'm bored.
Re: Recuperation --> [open] « Reply #4 on Dec 20, 2006, 6:59pm »
Hero, Hero, come on. Hero, do something. Say something.
Smiling nervously, I let my gaze linger momentarilyon the mare, before returning it to the seas. I want to make conversation. I really do. I want to be friendly and polite and casual, as I used to be. But, I can't find the nerve. Why not? Before, it was effortless. I've been through nothing huge- nothing to make me distrust all other equines. Except for Ari's death, but that was an exception. Those horses were Dark.
The waves lap gently at my fetlocks as I look out over the shimmering waters. Their hues of cystal swirl gently about, forming tiny waves. I take a small step into the water, then change my mind and withdraw my pace.
Tassels framing my large form, I turn towards the mare. I believe in love, and all of that. But, moreso, I am in need of a friend. I mean no threat, and I hope she can tell, though I'm rather submissive in my movements, just the same. blue orbs glimmering with tranquil emotion, I lower my crown, pricking my auds forward. I advance only a few paces, just enough to hear her better, over the waves. Her lyrics reach me as I come to a halt, the white sands tickling my frogs.
Not feeling like bowing, I keep my crown lowered beneath hers as I part my lips.
Errr.... Lovely day... My voice trails, as I begin to stumble, not sure of what to say. That's something I really need to work on.
N-nice and sunny.
Oh. Very good. I sound so shy. So inexperienced. So nervous.
Re: Recuperation --> [open] « Reply #5 on Dec 22, 2006, 3:17pm »
The sun is high in the cloudless sea of azure, beating down relentlessly upon my broad obsidian back. A light sweat has begun to flake it, causing it to develop a gentle glisten. My hue always makes the summers harsh, but I've become accustomed to it. I have to persuade Lilith to sleep in the shade for she enjoys the sun upon her hide, but she does not understand that without slowly developing a tolerance of it as I have, she could get a stroke or something of that sort. She is still reluctant and stubborn about it, but so far I have had some success- obviously, for she currently rests beneath a palm tree. I'm grateful that she has not awakened, for she would embarrass me in front of this stag with her misbehaving. I want to have a civil and placid conversation for once, and with Lilith conscious, that has become impossible. But she has a tendency to take long afternoon naps, and with the quiet lullaby of the sea, I don't expect her to awaken any time soon.
My earlier caution is all but forgotten, for I can see in his movements and in his expression that he is not one to be feared. On the contrary, he seems quite unsure of himself. The dark within me causes me to be rather bold most of the time, but otherwise the light which dwells inside my soul is usually the dominant force in my mannerisms. The contrary can be said of my daughter- one would never think she is anything but pure dark, all the way down her bloodlines. She has a fiery personality that is unwavering, and only submits to me when she knows I am right, and even then she puts up a fight. As the stranger dares a few steps nearer, I likewise advance a couple of strides, although I am careful to remain near to my offspring due to my maternal instincts. His words meet my auds, and I am again grateful for Lilith's slumber- she would have been quick to ridicule him for his uncertainty. "It is indeed." I, too, find myself searching for words. Why, I am not sure. It is usually never a problem for me. "Not many as nice as this."
Re: Recuperation --> [open] « Reply #7 on Dec 26, 2006, 8:22pm »
ooc//DOn't feel bad... stuff happens sometimes. *Pats Blanco on back* 'Tis another account- too lazy to change.
I am attracted towards the other equine like a magnet, and am slightly encouraged as she draws nearer to me. It's not that I feel for protection- I just feel more comfortable moving towards her if she is open to it. My smile is bashful and calm, and I feel myself start to open up to this kind-natured vix. Only a start, but more than nothing.
A little more comfortable, I allow my pace to become a steadier one, as I move closer once more. This time, I manage to come withing a meter of the vixen, my srtides long and brisk, before coming to a halt. I shake out my nape, smiling bashfully. My maw still hangs rather close to the sands, my body language indicating low dominance and submissiveness.
My gaze falls upon her, and now that I am closer to her, I see that she is quite pretty. Her coat gives of a sheen, slightly similar to the sweaty one of my own, but darker. Despite the slight bulk to her bod, which must be inherited by her breed, in my view she posseses a very feminine grace.
Yes, I nod in agreement, Not many at all.
The silence is slightly awkward, as I shift from hoof to hoof. The warm sands tickle my frogs as I lower my gaze to the ground once more, raising it only to speak.
I am called Hero.
Though, I can't help bu thinking, with the way I'm acting, it may be a bit of a misnomer.
Re: Recuperation --> [open] « Reply #8 on Dec 26, 2006, 10:26pm »
My pools of milk chocolate follow the golden stag as he makes his way nearer to me, his movements allowing his muscles to ripple generously beneath his pelt in the summer sun. The sand under my flints had been quite hot, but now is beginning to cool from the shade I cast over it. My long obsidian tresses sway softly in the warm breeze, one of my twin peaks held stiff in the direction of the stranger and the other always twitching, always flicking, always searching for a reason for me to rush to my child's side. My whipcords are still with the exception of the disruption caused by the zephyr, for there are no flies here- far too hot. They do not seem to favor saltwater environments anyway. My tiara is held in a relaxed position, my serpentine slightly curved so if I were to tuck my chin, it would hit almost halfway down my neck. Relaxation practically radiates from my ebon form with the exception of that one auditive which seems to be so anxious. It contrasts so much with the rest of me, it is as if it is a separate being, complete with its own mind and body. But it is attached to my skull, regardless of how little it fits in.
Soon the brute is a mere matter of a few feet from me. His mug is so low- it perplexes me. Why does he submit himself so? He is larger than me, stronger than me, and neither of us are of a herd it seems, judging by the lack of such defining scents upon his pelt. But I don't verbally mention it- perhaps he'll come around. I'm accustomed to being the submissive one, however, and it feels rather awkward with him reducing himself so before me. And the way he averts his optics makes me uneasy- why must he do these things? Perhaps he came from somewhere odd, and was conditioned to behave in a submissive manner even in casual conversation. A far-fetched idea, but the only one I can rest my mind upon. As he introduces himself as Hero, I can't help but smile softly. A contradictory name to his behavior, it seems. I dip my tiara as I introduce myself. "I am Senona." I then nod toward the small black form a bit behind me, still sleeping soundly. "That is my daughter Lilith." Turning back to him, the smile lingers. yes, perhaps he'll come around, hopefully sooner rather than later.
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