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Post by Random on Jan 13, 2009 2:06:45 GMT -5
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The Appaloosa mare trotted boldly forward, the wind whispering in her ears that unobstructed level ground was ahead. A field. She felt a low grumble in the pit of her stomach and quickened her pace, glancing out of one eye that she wouldn't hit a tree or similar object while on her way to her destination. The field. She just loved thinking that. A field. She smiled at her odd sense of humor, brought on by her sudden hungriness and anticipation of the lovely spring grass ahead. She felt the soft squishy texture of grass beneath her hooves before she saw it and whinnied in random delight. She dipped her crest toward the grass and started greedily consuming the delicacy she had been unknowingly searching for.
Once she had her fill she brought her crest back toward the normal upright position and glanced around, trying to see her surroundings through one blurry eye. It was hard being blind, plain and simple. It helped that she wasn't blind in both eyes, only one, she still had decent vision in the other. Just not perfect, rather annoyingly blurry. Sometimes having blurry vision in her one good eye was more of a annoyance then being blind in the other. She huffed at he thought and gave up her search, rather making the wind do her bidding.
It rushed out in all directions, feeling out the land so to speak. It came back to her, bringing the smells and outline of what was near her. She smelled nothing out of the ordinary and neither sensed any object not natural. She sighed, secretly hoping to find another equine. To possibly be accepted in a herd finally, regardless of her handicap. She didn't like it any better then they did, but the difference was she had to live with it. To deal with it when she went to sleep, and when she woke up. She never had a break. But the wind did help a lot. It gave her a sixth sense that any other blind equine had to live without. She couldn't imagine what they would go through just to survive. Then it hit her, they probably didn't. They probably died.
Atleast she was lucky enough to be alive, and certainly not having the worst life there was. She wasn't starving, wasn't crazed for thirst and most importantly she wasn't dieing. She bent down to graze a bit more, the revelation of how fortunate she actually was settling in. But she was still alone. Sun gleamed off her strawberry roan pelt as she lifted her crown skyward and let out a ear piercing whinny. She didn't want to be alone, she wanted to let anybody that was close that she was here. That she wanted company. That she was done with begging and being ridiculed because of her flaws, she just wanted someone to accept her as she was.
Zephira just wanted acceptance.
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Post by »starla on Jan 18, 2009 22:48:26 GMT -5
But the river keeps runnin'
O T H E L L O;;
Don't even know that I'm around.
Long wisps of my pale mane danced on the wind before me.I was constantly having to hsake my dial to clear my vision,and not to mention how annoying they were,tickling my face.I had finally had enough to the obscurities preventing me from getting a clear view of the land the stretched out.I held my breath,and the air around me became still.My orbs took in Werliin Fields,one of my new haunts.Unlike the other Kings,it seemed,I was eager to get my herd started.Or maybe it was just becuase not many mares had come to the land yet.I replaced the previous with the latter,suddenly thankful there were a few Air mares to keep me happy.As far as I knew,there were only a couple of equids of the other elements here.For a moment I wondered why there were more Airs coming in,but my need for air overtook my thoughts and I let my breath out,sighing as the winds came back.
Suddenly my orbs caught a figure moving out into the open field.She seemed cautious,and she suprised me when she sent out visible air waves as a form of ecolocation.I had only heard of disabled horses using their bending in such a way.That skill was not present in,for lack of a better word,able horses.I guess whoever is in control over the livng watches out for the blind and deaf horses of elements,giving them special capabilities.
As she settled down to graze,I began making my way towards her at a lengthy Walker trot.
As I neared the femme,I sent out gentle air waves to warn her of my presence,in case she hadn't already sensed me.I came to a halt at a respectable distance from her,struggling to think of a greeting for this..out of the ordinary encounter.It would be wrong to just point out her blindness right off the bat..
Hello there...Is the grass here decent enough to talk about?
Cheesy,Othello..
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Post by Random on Jan 20, 2009 20:06:04 GMT -5
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A pesky fly invaded the mare's space and landed on her flank, though it was quickly swatted away by her faithful tassel. She sighed, auds still catching no sound of a approaching equine. She pondered over what she would do if nobody came, would she just wander away again? That was certainly an option. But for some reason she felt compelled to stay here. Maybe not in this exact spot, rooted for all eternity. But this valley seemed so peaceful and inviting...maybe she'd just stay here anyway. This place seemed so nice, someone would have to eventually come by. Maybe they wouldn't be as judgmental as the other equines she had met. She could only hope.
Suddenly a cool spring breeze picked up, crashing into her mass. But she could tell it wasn't just any breeze, she instantly knew it was magic. She had never experienced this before, but something deep inside her explained it. Just like when she had first discovered her abilities. She perked her auds, listening carefully for the equine that she knew had to be nearby. She heard hoof beats a short distance away and turned to face in his direction form which he was coming from. She turned her head to the left, so that her clear eye was the only one visible. She didn't want them to leave immediately, she would prefer company for at least a few minutes. That wasn't too much to ask for, what it?
Finally she saw him, blurry white figure in front of her. Stallion if her nose wasn't going bad also. She put on a smile, waiting for him to speak. He did, and he commented on the grass. Really? That was the best he could do? Was it he already knew of her disability and was trying to be nice, or was he that dense? Beggars can't be choosers. She sighed and decided to play along with the whole grass conversation. "It's not too bad, that's for sure. But I do say you might have to practice on your greetings, they leave much to be desired," she said in a joking manner. Although she was only saying what was on her mind, which she had a nasty habit of doing. "I'm Zephira," she added but instantly regretted it. He probably wouldn't be here long enough to care about her name.
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Post by »starla on Jan 20, 2009 20:30:52 GMT -5
But the river keeps runnin'
O T H E L L O;;
Don't even know that I'm around.
The ess adjusted her look on me as soon as she noticed another being's presence.It was possible that she was uncomfortable with her blindness,which was quite clear now.I really can't understand whats to be ashamed of of something that you're born with.Even though she may not have been like this since birth,its something that you have to live with.Although my coloring isn't near being blind,pale orbs and skin can sometimes cause trouble.Albinos for instance,although I am not,can get sick from sunburn,and even go blind.Cremello is similar,but not as severe.
I could tell that my greeting was not exactly...pleasing to her.She was king though.My smile reflected hers,although I wasn't sure if she could see it or not.
Good..good.
This conversation was not going good.I wasn't really a lady's man.I preferred to respect them rather than hoarde them.And these days there's hardly a mare that doesn't want to be hoarded.I guess you could say I'm a little awkward around fems.
I chuckled at her words,glancing down at my slates.
Yes I do,don't I?Well..I guess you could blame my erm..lack of social skills on a life of wandering.
Oh well...at least she wasn't so dissapointed that she didn't give her name.
Nice to meet you;I am Othello.
I dipped my crown to her,trying to make up for the first cheesy greeting.
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Post by Random on Jan 20, 2009 21:13:29 GMT -5
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As soon as he put on a smile she noticed, she might been blind in one eye, but she wasn't oblivious to everything with her remaining sight. She shifted her weight to her other side, taking a moment to clam herself down. No wonder she never got any company, those that weren't drawn off by her blindness she practically ate alive with her words. She took in a deep audible breath and slowly let it out, in with the good, out with the bad. She chuckled inwardly at herself, but brought her attention back to the stallion before her. She needed to be nice, he sure was. He hadn't said anything bad or offense, but not matter what he would say she could twist it to have a alter offensive meaning. She was just paranoid, and she needed to calm down. Which she slowly was...very slowly.
He spoke again, and this further proved he was just trying to be nice. To be normal. Each and every word her mind could find laced with an alter meaning, but that was just the way her mind worked. He didn't mean the things her mind was creating and twisting, and she knew that. Now anyway. She sighed, finding this suddenly tiring. Why was just talking to another equine such a big deal for her? She was just so anxious. "It's alright. I guess I could blame my rudeness on that also, but I won't. I'm afraid I've always had a habit of speaking my mind, which seems to be severely corrupted."
She tried to explain, but worried he would still think of her badly. She bowed her dial in both an apologizing manner and in respect. He seemed genuinely nice, and hadn't made an intentional comment about her disability yet. Did he know? She was sure he did. She turned her head fully toward him, cloudy eye now definitely visible. There was no way he could miss it now. He would surely leave soon, though she hoped not. He seemed different then the others, maybe he'd stay for a bit."Othello, huh? You mentioned a life of wandering, are you still a wanderer?" she asked curiously. He seemed more important then just a lowly wanderer. He just had the aura.
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Post by »starla on Jan 22, 2009 18:01:25 GMT -5
But the river keeps runnin'
O T H E L L O;;
Don't even know that I'm around.
Was that a forced deep breath I saw?Like when someone is helping you calm down by saying those reassuring words' just take a deep breath',like that phrase will make everything alright.Maybe it works,amybe it doesn't,but it just lets someone know you're there to help them.Was this what her inner voice was telling her,to calm down?I couldn't help but over-analyze this and worry,because if I was the reason she was tense,shouldn't someone be telling me to calm down?
Finally she spoke,breaking my thoughts and the silence that had wedged itself between us.Those words...'Its alright'.I suppose that will do.
When she said she always spoke her mind,I didn't pick up right away that she meant that as some sort of curse on her.Then she porceeded to say that her mind was corrupted..
I see nothing wrong with speaking your mind.It leaves no room for doubt.
I lifted my shoulder muscles,in a way that humans would call shrugging.
And you seem sane to me I said jokingly,commenting on her 'corrupted mind'.
I was a bit suprised when she bowed her skull in apology.I still for the life of me could not see what she had thought she had done wrong.So she had told me I need to work on my greeting.Well,it wasn't exactly the best greeting there was.And,although I do not know of her past,there could have been experiences that have made her cautious around males,for I have met many fems like that.I don't see how I could take their warriness offensively,for they have reason to be wary.And personally,I'm not too keen on making their current opinion about males go any farther in the wrong direction.Preferably I'd like to change it,but you can't change the world Othello.
I took in her comment about wandering.I glanced out over the field,up and over rolling hills,into deep woods,to splashing waves,and I could see my old home.Back with all the other horses and humans.Man with their pointy sticks and metalic voices,that used us to ride into war.Their noble steeds.Back then I had alway felt the need to run and be free,and here I have found that peace of mind that I had for so long been unconsciously searching for.
My attention was brought back to Zephira.She was now letting me get a good look at her bad eye.So she had a flaw.Who doesn't?
Yes,for about half my life I wandered in search of the Valley.And here I am,settled down at home.I don't think I'd ever be able to leave this place,now that I'm here.
I gave her a warm smile,satisfied with my answer,and glad that she had asked.I hadn't really thought about making it here till the death until now.
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Post by Random on Jan 24, 2009 17:41:06 GMT -5
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Thoughts swirled around in her mind, trying to force themselves through her mouth. But she had a filter, everyone had a filter, she just needed to use it. Though it took effort, she managed to remain silent until he spoke. He thought speaking your mind was a positive? He apparently didn't understand exactly what she was going through. She finally found someone that didn't abandon her at first site of her eye, and the first thing she said to him was an insult. But that didn't mean she was rude constantly, and the deep breath she had taken earlier helped her nerves tremendously. Her mind was racing with thoughts, things she should or shouldn't say. But she tried to clear her mind, thinking of one thing at a time. To be calm. Normal. Sane.
At first, she couldn't believe his words. She thought she was sane? She didn't even give herself that benefit of the doubt. Maybe she was too hard on herself, seeing her defaults better then anyone else ever could. She wasn't a broken down mare, never abused physically. But comments and rejection had eroded her self esteem greatly. She had barely any respect for herself, though it was sometimes masked by her curse of saying almost anything that entered her mind. But usually it was still visible, what was on the inside always showed on the outside with her.
She watched as the kind brute assumed a far away look, and she wondered what it was thinking about now. It almost popped out of her mouth, but she controlled herself until he answered. So he had been searching for this valley too? She thought it was just her, and her whacked out navigation system or something similar. She had felt strangely more at home since she entered this valley then before. For stallions it was much more easy then mares to make wherever you wanted home. If a land was uninhabited a stallion could claim it and call it home, seemed easy enough. For mares though you had to be accepted into another herd. Which was also easy if you were pretty, had a powerful skill and weren't handicapped in any way. But if you had a tiny flaw, then most just sent you away. Some not even giving you the time of day.
That was what she had to deal with, all her life. Even in the herd she was born in she was ridiculed and abandoned. Things were hard, the problems she encountered yet again and again took their toll on her. But she wasn't a baby or sissy, she kept on going. Until she found this valley, a valley she would love to call home. But she needed acceptance, something she never thought she would get. But there's a first time for everything, right?
"True," she replied to the first statement. She had many other words for him, but she knew he didn't deserve it. She could tell he only meant well, maybe to even comfort her. "I see, I feel similar. This place just seems like home, I don't think I'd ever want to leave if I were you either. I don't myself, but that isn't exactly mine to decide," she finished. Almost not believing what had just slipped out of her mouth. That was why she deemed her habit of speaking her mind as a curse rather then a blessing most of the time. Everything suddenly felt quiet, the wind around her still as could be. That of course was her fault, subconsciously making her fears come true. She dropped her gaze off his face, staring somewhat downward. She tried to not be so visibly embarrassed, but probably did horrible at masking it.
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Post by »starla on Jan 24, 2009 19:18:25 GMT -5
But the river keeps runnin'
O T H E L L O;;
Don't even know that I'm around.
For a while it was silent..but not the awkward silence.Instead of the embarrassing crickets chirping,the spring birds were busy hustling and bustling with their families.Bugs were plentiful this time of year,distracted by blooming flowers and other plants,making them easy meals for the hundreds of new parents with demanding open baby bird mouths back at the nests.On my journey here I stopped in a thicket for just a week.I watched a nearby nest during that time,and within just a week,the baby birds were off,out to face the world on their own.I couldn't imagine the equine world adapting that ability..
And these were my thoughts before Zephira decided to speak.
I wasn't quite sure what she was agreeing with..my comment about speaking her mind,or being sane.Either way I nodded discreetly,awaiting her next reply,if there was one to come.In this short time I have known her,I have learned no to push her,for she just seemed the type that didn't need to be pushed into anything.I've also learned not to expect an immediate reply,for she seemed to think things over very thoroughly before speaking,as if she had to control what she said.I guess that was why she wasn't fond of her outspokenness.
I smiled at her words about the Valley.Indeed,this place just had that homely,never-want-to-leave feeling.It wasn't frightening,like as if we were tied down to these lands.It just gave you a content feeling that left you nothing to argue with.
Her last tones left the air,but they still rang in my auds.I was curious as to why she said it wasn't hers to decide whether she left or not,but I didn't want to bother her with the question.
Yes..I can see myself growing old here I spoke with a smile.
I paused,still debating over what to say to her.The rather beautiful cloudiness in her orb captured me.It was unique..it wasn't just another solid color.Some horses are blessed with an eye color other than the normal mocha.Amber seems to run strong in those with fire in their blood,and likewise blue with water.Earth is normally brown,of course,and air...Cremello is the reason for my pale windows..but I've yet to find out the color of air.
You are the maker of your own choices,dear one.
I left a trace of question on my lyrics without exactly meaning to,but I wasn't sure if Zephira caught it as I watched her dial fall in embarrassment.
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Post by Random on Jan 24, 2009 20:55:55 GMT -5
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Silence, that was something that Zephira also didn't appreciate. It was never when you wanted it, if you were trying to think or sleep. Rather it always accompanied embarrassment or awkwardness. But it was interesting that what can embarrass one, can be just another normal moment for another. Unfortunately for Zephira, silence always meant discomfort. Even if it wasn't absolute silence, her mind twisted things once again to make it one of her greatest fears. It creeped into her mind until Othello broke the silence, which she immediately silently thanked. Smile which lost earlier finally breaking on her maw again.
Getting old in this valley, yes that was certainly a good thought she pondered as she nodded in agreemnt. Something to look forward to, if she could. If her self esteem, outspokenness or disability didn't get in her way. She certainly wasn't a care free or easy going mare, and it took her a while to get use to someone. Always anxious that they're going to run away any second. She was actually starting to feel somewhat...comfortable maybe...with Othello. He seemed nice, and didn't show any signs of galloping away anytime soon. Could she finally find a home and settle down in this beautiful valley?
She lifted her crown back upwards, trying to focus with her one good eye on him. His words momentarily confused her, contradicting everything that she had previously thought about herself. She then caught a hint of question in his voice, confusing her even further. Was he saying she should take things into her own hands? That didn't make much sense, not to her way of thinking anyway. "I suppose," she responded, thinking that would be a safe response. Though his words still slowly repeated in her mind. "Othello, I do have to say you are much different then anyone else I've ever met."
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Post by »starla on Jan 24, 2009 21:12:49 GMT -5
But the river keeps runnin'
O T H E L L O;;
Don't even know that I'm around.
I suddenly had an idea that would maybe ease her embarassment at...at whatever she was uncomfortable with.The breeze picked up without me moving a muscle.I just had to think it,and it happened.A gentle wind blew towards us,carrying many spring flower petals.I didn't want to make it annyoing fo her,so the wind dropped,the last traces of the petals floating weightlessly away.I couldn't help but smile,not knowing if the spring fever had worked its magic or not,but she spoke.
Her reply wasn't exaclt confidence ridden,but I could tell I had made her think.Then she spoke up again about the next thing on her mind.
Thanks.I'll take it as a compliment I chuckled.
Our conversation was dying down..so I guess this was where I would pop the question.I couldn't really predict what her response would be,considering she was so complex and all.It took me a minute to gather myself..I'm not exactly an expert in this field.Up until now I had just been myself,just striking up a friendly conversation.It wasn't that my heart wasn't open for mares..it was just that I haven't ever done this before.This is all new to me,and as much as I wished it wouldn't,it showed.
So umm..Zephira..I don't suppose you want to make this place your home..
A cheesy smile was present on my face,unfortunatly.
So would you like to see my lands..Shang Mountain?
Well it was out now..no turning back.My stomach flitted around like the birds as I awaited her reply.
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Post by Random on Jan 24, 2009 22:46:10 GMT -5
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She felt a breeze pick up, and flowers suddenly came into view. But the breeze died down as quickly as it had came and the blurry little pieces now slowly floated down toward the ground. That was so..."Amazing," she spoke aloud but in a low almost mumble like tone. Tensed muscles relaxed, a delayed response to her new found calmness. She shifted her weight to her other side, also cocking her head toward Othello, waiting for his response, if he was to give one. Both of her statements hadn't exactly been questions, but she didn't really have anything to say. She wasn't a very forthcoming mare, even with her curse of outspokenness. She pondered if she allowed her mouth to speak what she thought if she would be more well liked. Then again what her mind thought up wasn't exactly what everyone wanted to here. I twas a constant struggle between quietness and sprouting whatever her twisted mind thought up of.
"It was a compliment of sorts," she spoke coyly with a joking smile and a rare happy attitude. She wondered if he was going to say anything more when he finally spoke again. A smile planted on his maw, corny as all get out. But Zephira didn't mind, she was just anxious for him to finish his sentence. When he finally did she couldn't believe her ears, had it actually invited her to his herd on his land? He actually had a piece of this dream like valley to his own, and he was going to allow her to be part of his herd. Blindness and all? It was unthought of, this kindness he displayed to her. It didn't seem real, though she was sure her ears didn't deceive her. Afterall, she was blind not deaf. "Yes, definitely," she responded quickly with minimal hesitation.
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