§A.nother sleepless night§

[FireFlyDragon]

Haunt
Feels like I've lived forever...


There was silence, the great stag before her had uttered nothing. Nothing as of yet though, as for when the world before them finally fell into stillness his lyrics rumbled. As low as a drowsy summer breeze, heated and slowed by the sun’s murderous rays. “Maybe, at one time…” Her silky orb glanced to his form, trailing over his featureless façade, or so it seemed to her. The heat brought those ever annoying creatures, insects that feasted on flesh and warm, sticky life force. Tangled silk brought their demise, coarse stands trailing upon delicate, heated hide.

Something caught the sliver of attention from the mare, and her orb refocused, spotting the sudden sprout within seconds. She shot a questioning glance upon Karolek, but she covered up the emotion in the same moment. Things began to grow bigger, or at least that simple stalk was, the one she wasn’t urging upwards. Gnarled bark, familiar in ways only her orb could detect hardened into a seemingly ageless protector. Much like she found this stallion, Karolek to be.

Limbs and boughs, tangled in their own devices rose upwards, sorting themselves out within moments of time. Spread out against the vast sky to where her single orb could not follow, the harsh light blinding her. So her crown dropped, before this tree that the soil had grown, She didn’t think of why this tree had appeared, for she did not wish it to. Did that mean? Silk flowed about her façade, orb nearly shut in thought. The smell of upturned earth and dusty, chipped smell of wood flesh spilled upon her quiet mind. Disturbing the ever gentle flow of thoughts, so organized within her. Daggers brought her form forward, noiselessly as battered pillars swept through the flora, leaving not a single flower crushed under hardened steps.

Before this tree, bark so familiar to her, though she hated the reason why. Crown pressed against the roughened surface, hidden secret gently laid upon its brother. Feeling distorted by twisted flesh, unseen beneath ebony silk. “Unique you say…” she sighed gently, orb opening to sorrowful slits. The rest of his words where to be taken in, though she left them unanswered. Silence stretched upon them. Shifting gaze laying upon the form of Karolek. Just how much had she forgotten? How much had she learned just to lose it all? Again.

//OoC// This took ridiculously long and I'm terribly sorry about it, hope this makes up for my ebil behavior >:3

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¦lost 'til you're found¦

The fae really intrigued him, though he wasn't sure if he liked it or not yet. Secrets were not really his strong point, and whenever such things presented themselves to him he immediately wanted to seek them. So even as the tawny maiden stood in subtle awe and in a deep thoughtful trance, it took great strength to refrain from speaking so suddenly. To inquire into things that would only be useless, hadn't she spoken previously of a memory problem? She had even forgotten the traumatic events that had happened the previous night, and that was such a short time ago. Befuddlement washing over his face, no matter how much he could try to conceal it at some times he felt it wasn't necessary. Maybe if she read his silent words, his spoken words wouldn't come as such a shock. Even though he attempted to choke them down, they merely tried that much harder to force themselves out.

¦swim 'til you drown¦

"Is there something you're hiding?" he asked finally, curious occs staareing deep into her soul. She seemed troubled, or maybe that was just him? Such things as communication was so complicated, why couldn't everything just be simple. "Or is there something bothering you?" he asked, trying to cover his tracks as to not sound harsh or prying. Unfortunately he wasn't a mind reader, and for sume reason his emotions decided to rush into him and demand answers to things that couldn't just as easily remain a mystery. He was sure there wasn't anything she could tell that would ease his needy mind, and maybe subconsciously he was just making conversation. Who could really tell with Karolek? While seemingly simple in nature, you'd be surprised to find he is very complicated and frequently conflicted in choosing actions or words.

¦know that we all fall down¦

A hurried slash of ebon threads against golden skin sent bloodthirsty critters scattering and flying away from the stag, straw hued auditories flickering in both precaution to keep the buzzing at bay and attempts to catch the first flicker of words from Haunt. Truly he was just inquisitive, and for once going with the flow. Trying not to calculate his exact words too much, for he was just conversing with a mare. Not a rival or potential enemy, just Haunt. These self conforting thoughts led him to unconsciously relax in nature, something that might or might not be discernible to anothers orbs. Depends on how focused they are on this serene King, though internal dealings were anything but peaceful in nature. Not cruel, just hectic. Many thoughts were considered within, constantly scrambling in nature and resulting him to become uptight most of the time. Though for now he tried to ease muscles to become stress-free and lax. Honestly, what was there to be worried about anyway in this peaceful, sunny day?

¦know that we all fall down¦

OoC||-sigh- I really want to re-do this horrible post but it'll probably turn out just worst. I'm sorry, not only am I not in the best state of mind but I've lost the flow to this thread I believe. It'll pick up eventually, ahaha. I apologize again, under normal circumstances I'd shoot myself before posting this x3.

[FireFlyDragon]

Feels like I've Lived Forever
Haunt
Or Is That My Soul?

Her orbs closed, bringing her a world of welcome darkness. Was there something covered, hidden by secrets? She couldn’t tell, or even if she could, would she trust her words? For even her own mind fought against her, bringing her nothing but empty spaces of life, of her memory. Oh the things she could not remember, they plagued her to no end. And how she whished she would just open her eyes and everything would spill out, oh how she whished. But no such resolution came to her as light trickled in, becoming a wild torment as her dark orbs widened. Widened to the skies of blue and the grass of green, the wild colors of flora and the comforting rich tones of earth. Her crown lowered, thoughts still plagued by trailing thoughts. Secrets, hiding, was she? “I don’t know” she finally spoke, and her words were truthful, though regretful. Why couldn’t she know such a simple thing? “I just don’t know…” her ebony silks swished about her, bringing her own bloodied scent about her. She did have one secret but the Stallion already knew of it, she had nothing else to share. Or nothing else she knew of.

A trembling breath left her lungs, hidden by the sound of wind in the leaves for the great defiance of time still stood before her, unchanging in its place. Her daggers brought her around the great trunk, softly but it held a purpose not even Haunt knew of. There where often times like this, her bod moved on its own like she was just a passenger upon the wind, unable to make her own choices and decisions. But her own mind wanted something, though that was a mystery to her own conscious. And so her maw opened once more, though hesitant this time. “Karolek, do you have secrets? Does everyone…have secrets?” It was a childish question, of course everyone had secrets but she wanted to hear it from someone else, though the reason was unknown. Maybe all of her unorthodox questions meant something, under all her troubled thoughts and fragile soul. “Can secrets be, forgotten?” Her voice was not needy, but she felt a certain twinge within her and she desperately wanted to hear his response. Could someone really forget those things so close to them? So troublesome if found and so sorrowful if told?

Her mind was a raging waterfall, though muted in sound and she found it hard to discern what she really meant, or wanted to ask. As if she was rushed by a bustling mother, or so frightened she couldn’t stop shaking. Her mind were all these things, and more if possible. Everything so matted and intertwined, and at times blocked by impassable walls that she didn’t know what to do. She could become lost in her own head, and that’s when everything went blank, and she felt herself becoming nothing, or falling to something that was not death. Something worse, an invisible form, unable to communicate or be noticed, simply one to fade away with that soundless water, to become nothing…


//OoC// GAH! Sorry this took so BLEEPing long! Its not the best but I wanted to throw some completely crazy stuff in there, I dunno finally had muse I guess

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As the vix's soft, but sodden, words came to find Karolek's harks he instantly felt overwhelmed by sudden regret. What was he thinking, asking about the sensitive subject of her memory? It would be a lie to say he didn't mean to ask that, because he did. He just wished he perhaps he hadn't asked in such a sudden manner, had a bit more compassion for her and not allowed his prying curiousity to let the words pass through his tight lips. What was he thinking? Or was that the problem, he wasn't? Sigh escaped his parted maw as he shook his crown in self-discipline and re-focused his occs on the tawny maiden who gaze now looked distant.

A cooling breeze swept through the grassy plain above the canyon, tugging at the locks and tresses of the two equids. A particularly playful burst of air lifted the ebonite banner of the eartern King, its wispy fingers twirling around a lock of his mane and tugging at its root. A helpless smile tugged at the corners of his maw, the stag appreciating the uplifting gesture of the wind and how it lightened his spiraling mood. Though his thoughts drifted he came once again back to reality as his lanterns detected the movement of the fae, who softly trod 'round the great tree that had just sprouted from the ground a moments time again.

Reluctant words sprouted from her voicebox, drifting about in the breeze before finding the stag's alert spires. Though her words startled him at first, he masked his surprise by his usual facade of calm. Afterall he wasn't really that surprised, just thrown for a quick loop. Did he, in fact, have secrets? He surely did, yet couldn't remember an example that he wanted to share with her. Sure he had a few things that he kept hidden from the prying auditories of others, but nothing that important. Or, at least, he didn't think she would care about it anyway. A look of undeniable concentration phased his crown as he thought about the things her simple questions made him consider.

"Yes, we all do. Any who say otherwise are only hiding it from themselves too," he voiced with a sudden snap back to the present. Shifting his weigh from one side to the other he couldn't help but be brought back by the plaguing scene that his mind relived after he had ventured back into his past. More words from the vix was heard by the enveloped stag, though he did not respond immediately instead let silence drift between them. "Forgotten, perhaps. Pushed into the very depths of the mind as to not have to deal with it every single day of your being, most definitely," he involuntarily let his own internal thoughts bleed into his outward speakings.

Though instead of apologizing promptly for this he just remained silent, hoping that she would just let the slip pass. Not that his secret was so incredibly disturbing that no living creature may here, he just didn't feel like delving any deeper into his past to explain the reason of his thoughtless words. Taking his thoughts off himself he adverted his full attention back to Haunt, seeing the way her face betrayed her by conveying her confusion and spiraling thoughts. Letting his flints take a step closer to her sturdy form he reached out with his ebon dipped plush to graze her nape softly, comforting his own complex thoughts and hopefully doing the same for her.

[FireFlyDragon]

I'm The Slow Dying Flower
Haunt
In the Frost Killing Hour
Sweet Turning Sour and Untouchable

Silence was what allowed its self to manifest upon the stallion’s words, spoken with such feeling that Haunt could have guessed all this might relate to the King somehow; At least on the subject of memories and secrets. She remained quiet upon his lyrics, simply staring downward with slit orbs. Her thoughts breaking the eerie silence in her head, yet understandable ones were whisked away in the rush. A soft touch, plush against her rough hide snapped her from her mind. Her body reacted with a startled balk, though she didn’t pull away. Her form was tense as she started to discern what was happening; a touch was, obviously – But the mare found this unknown and strange to her pelt. After all, for so long she had only known the feel of the Mother’s changes upon her. The chill of snow, and the heat of the sun. The lonely pattering of rain upon her back…

Even as a yearling, even as a young mare she had never known much contact. And she had thought she’d never need it, or want it. She was a virgin to such things, and knowledge upon the subject was rare in her mind. There was something though, something that tried to battle its way from the depths of her closed soul. An emotion, one that Karolek’s touch brought to her body, and one that now ran through her form like her crimson. A calming took over her, and her whole form relaxed. Her dark orbs, once wide with raging emotions now closed, and in the darkness, she found peace. Her mind, her thoughts were alone…She was alone in her head and yet, she wasn’t. She knew, by the feeling of her boa that someone was there, even in the darkness that threatened to consume her every time she closed her eyes. She couldn’t explain it.

“Does…Does this always happen?” The mare, so much like a frightened child was talking about something Karolek might not even understand, something that she felt and experienced upon his touch. A twinge of longing wanted to entice her own plush, but she knew not how to do what the previous stranger had seemed to create with something as simple as a touch. So her own form remained still, and her dark lanterns shut against the world’s light, but not in an attempt to escape. She wanted to hold onto the feeling that had embraced her, for she had never really known…all of this. "I know I don't make a lot of sense...Sorry." Is the last whispers of verses that left her lips.


//OoC// Bah it seems I've lost nearly or all muse for this thread. I will continue if you wish, but I feel that we should end it quick and make another if we wish them to meet again. This is still one of my favorite threads though, it shows all of my...uh experience gaining throughout the time I've been here XD Well this one and forlorn stone ;3

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