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Post by firey on Apr 6, 2009 0:57:25 GMT -5
Soul
My lips are sewn shut
I watch myself bleed
They push and pull me
And it's killing me within
Blue oracles flickered back and forth, attempting to pierce through the fog shrouding the lands with no avail. A frown tugged my kissers, though, I was more comfortable here than I was anywhere. I was mostly hidden in the fog, and I believe that was a good thing. I wouldn't have to worry about the jeers or sneers, or the words I knew I would hear if I were in the open. The white patches of my pelt were hidden perfectly in the fog, and the black was almost hidden, almost. I sighed through my nares softly, lowering my cranium a bit, defeated. I was never going to find a place, would I? Where I would go undetected and unheard of. I frowned at the thought and shook my cranium with a soft sigh. An equine like me had no place in these lands. So it would be better if I wandered. Hooves pressed down into the soft ground before hitting the rocks as I began to climb slowly, attempting to find my way around. Though, it was times like these that I would get lost in my thoughts.
Memories flickered in my brainpan, vague, but there. My father, my mother. I sighed outwardly. One white, one black. And me...a mixed disaster. I remember the laughing and name calling from the other foals. Oh, how that had hurt so much. It pained me even now, and I let loose the soft sigh as I steadily wandered before I stopped. Of course, father was kind to me, and mother as well, telling me that I would outshine everyone else because of my beauty. What beauty? Here I stood at four years, and still, I got stares from all around, and small faces, and whispers that I couldn't hear, but knew they were pointed at me. I shook my cranium softly, and glanced out at nothing but the fog surrounding me, as I slowly lifted my cranium, harks flickering to pin back and hide within my ebon locks. A place like this, is where a misfit such as myself belonged. Where no one could see me. Even though...I was easily seen anyway, because of the black on my peltage. I sighed softly, and shut my eyes, my cranium lowering once more, to pick at the grasses just as the fog was clearing away, leaving me quite exposed.
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Post by »starla on Apr 6, 2009 14:21:56 GMT -5
But the river keeps runnin'
O T H E L L O;;
Don't even know that I'm around. A cremello brute etched his way into the foggy surroundings,blending in with the fallen clouds.The sun had not yet been able to penetrate the cloudy sky,and it seemed as though Winter was begging to come back.The air was crisp,like it was atop mountains.Crisp and clear,just the was Othello liked it.He had nothing better to do on this day than wander the lands.His small herd was at home,safe.The hessian felt a sudden surge of pride that he had a new Queen and two foals.Life in Nyore Valley was coming along nicely,but there was still a tension as the equines waited for the prophecy to be fulfilled.The Water King had still not arrived yet,and Othello thought he was taking quite a long time.
Pushing these thoughts and worries aside,the bleached stag realized he had emerged through the fog.His sauntering movements slowed to a halt,and his blue orbs recognized Werliin Field.He had not intended to meet anyone today,but decided it wouldn't hurt to look and see who was there.
Golden rays were beginning to break up the blanket of fog,and Othello blinked at the change.His regal crown turned to observe his surrounding,spotting a looker of a mare.Her coat was beautifully patched in black and white,and the brute was soon standing infront of her,dipping his head respectfully.
It was then that he saw in her orbs,that dull unsureness.Othello seemed to be coming across a lot of mares that lacked confidence.Now he wasn't one for cocky,bubbly mares,but nervous ones made him feel as if it was his fault.Like his presence was what was causing those feelings.
Othello considered acting like he was just passing by.Wouldn't it be better not to bother her and make her sink more into herself?But he was already here and wasn't one to run away from things.
Hello there.I'm Othello.
Small talk.Not Othello's best,and his mind quickly formed something else to say.
What might you be doing out on a day like this? [/color][/size][/blockquote][/left] OOC: Bleh...not the best Othello post.."/ |
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Post by firey on Apr 6, 2009 15:44:52 GMT -5
The fog was clearing, and it left me to stand steadily, blue oracles blinking once or twice before I lifted my head slowly. For a moment, I wasn't sure I was seeing straight. My oracles focused, and my cranium tilted, trying to make sure I was seeing the stag. The relief fluttered through me as I noted that it WAS a stag I was seeing indeed. The soft smile pushed against my kissers, though I felt the shyness creep into my chest, and if I could blush, I know I full well would do so. I listened as he spoke, the tones themselves just seeming calm and sure. It eased whatever shyness I felt at the moment, but only for the time being. "H-hello. I'm Soul," I said in light tones, the lyrics spilling out to a music that laid unheard as I dipped my skull towards him in respect. The shyness was beginning to creep up on me again, and I remained where I was for a moment before I heard his lyri once more, and lifted my head gently.
"Actually...I'm...lost," I admitted sheepishly, harks flickering back towards the back of my skull, pinning down against it and disappearing into my dreads for a moment. It was times like these that I wished I could grab the winds and disappear with them. I felt pathetic now, admitting that I was lost. But alas, I couldn't do anything but stand here, bringing the air around myself softly, inhaling and letting my flanks rise and fall as I remained as calm as I could. I've come a long way from how I used to live. "May I ask why you are here?" I asked, my cranium tilting just the slightest, watching him before straightening up once more. Of course, I had no idea where I was. I could have stumbled into someone's lands for all I knew! Oh, that's a horrible thought.
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Post by »starla on Apr 6, 2009 18:41:50 GMT -5
But the river keeps runnin'
O T H E L L O;;
Don't even know that I'm around. Soft blue windows rested on her pretty pelt,so delicately colored.It looks like shattered glass,those jagged edges of black and white.The hessian noticed she was not as shy as some he'd met.There were mares who couldn't even find words to say,just stood there on shaky legs.Those were the faes Othello just wanted to wrap up and hold tight until the world was perfect.Perhaps he was too kind,but others respected him enough not to take advantage of his likeable personality.The poor sap would gladly oblige to any request,big or small,if it was beneficial to another being.This was the reason he wanted to make the lives of these types of mares better.But how was the big question.
Her quiet tones reached his auds.Soul was her name.With a name for that face now,he realized it suited her.She was but a soul,a living being who deserved to be treated like one.Whoever had made her this way needed to be told that,Othello thought.
Cremello listeners caught her nexy set of words.So she was lost.Othello smiled sympathetically empathizing with that feeling of hopelessness and abandonement.To be lost was a horrible thing,when there's no familiar faces to turn to.The brute nodded slowly,watching as she quietly bended the air skillfully around her.Soul's question reached him,and he parted his kissers to reply.
Oh..I was just passing through.But your striking coat caught my eye and I came to see if the soul was as pretty as the color,no pun intended.
Othello's smile widened at his words.
Are you from around here?
Well,if she was lost,she shouldn't be.The stallion did not think he was very good with the girls.He was polite,yes.But when it came to keeping a conversation going,he could use more practice. [/color][/size][/blockquote][/left] |
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Post by firey on Apr 10, 2009 15:50:08 GMT -5
Of course, I was terrified at the moment, but the sense of security I was getting from Othello was quite comforting, and left me less shaky than I usually would be. The small smile appeared on my kissers, gently pulling them up before ceasing for a moment, blue oracles trained on the mighty stag before me as he decided to speak. My harks slowly rose up and pointed towards him, to better catch his words as he spoke. Of course, if I could blush, I know I would most certainly be blushing at this very point in time, but instead, I let out a gentle giggle, smiling a little more before I caught his question. Slowly, my skull shook to and fro, before ceasing the action as I watched him. "I'm afraid I'm not, dear Othello. But I'm glad I ran into you before anything else happened. I don't have the faintest clue to where I am at all," I said with the frown beginning to trace my kissers before it slowly disappeared.
"Could you...perhaps tell me more about these lands?" I asked in gentle tones, ebon whips swishing to and fro behind me at a gentle pace. Then the thought crossed my mind once more, and my oracles widened just a little. "I haven't intruded on your lands, have I? If I did, I'm sorry. So, so sorry. I didn't mean to trespass," I stuttered out apologies, feeling like a fool. How could I have not noticed crossing into someone's lands? Perhaps by dwelling on so many memories when I shouldn't be. When I should be paying attention to where I was going instead. Then again, the fog that had cleared up was partially to blame as well. Though, I'd liked it when it had been around. It kept me hidden when I wanted to be.
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Post by »starla on May 12, 2009 18:57:00 GMT -5
But the river keeps runnin'
O T H E L L O;;
Don't even know that I'm around. The blistering sun began to peel away from the clouds,boring down on the spread before it.The cream colored stallion shifted under its glare,beginning to feel the heat on his sensitive pelt.He cast a quick glance up at the sky,and then returned his orbs to the mare before it became a rude pause in his attention.He couldn't help but smile as she giggled under his compliment,unable to say anything about it afterwards.He listened as she skipped to his next set,and then moving on to question him.
Well you,Miss Soul,are in Nyore Valley,home of the elemental equines.
Othello was not sure if the mare knew of bending,or if she was even a bender herself.Surely she wouldn't have been drawn here if she wasn't.That was the simplest defination that he could give of Nyore Valley,and if the fae wanted to know more than that,the brute would be more than happy to tell her.Otherwise,he did not want to bore her with his blabbering on about the history of the Ancients and so on.
The mood quickly changed from calm to panic as the fem decided she had intruded on Othello's lands.He began to shake his head as she continues apologizing,but only spoke after she had finished.
No,no,no.You're on public land-its fine the humble stud smiled at her,silently glad that he had reached her first too.This was not the best place for lost mares to wander during their first day at the Valley.But sadly,that was were most entered up,only to fall prey to greedy stallions who were just looking for a vulnerable ess to lead home with them.
This is Werliin Field,where mares come to be claimed.For future reference,it might be best to skirt around this place he chuckled quietly,referring to the sterotypical hessians.The cremello brujo realized his words might have scared the fae,so he quickly moved on.
Are you a bender? |
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Post by firey on May 13, 2009 15:23:38 GMT -5
Nyore Valley. The name was so unfamiliar to me, and I watched him for a moment, letting the words roll around in my skull as I simmered down from my earlier jump. His words seemed to have a calming affect on me afterward, so I soothed myself before looking at him with a curious gaze. Werliin Field? Claiming grounds?! I knew that was trouble for sure, and my harks pinned back, disappearing into my tresses once more before I nodded gently. "I don't intend to come back here, but that's only if I find a home," I said in whispering tones, letting the sigh push past my nares. The word bender caught my attention, and thus, my oracles once more locked onto his own. "Bender?..." I asked curiously. What would that be. "You mean...like this?" I asked before suddenly picking the wind up around myself, letting it whirl before moving on to dance around Othello, and then fade away.
"...I'm not the only one that can do it?" I asked with a whisper, awed that I wouldn't be the only one. I'd been so lost when I found out I could do it. I'd had no one to show, of course, but it was still something I found amazingly special. Maybe he could do it too. And the others in these lands...Nyore Valley. For a brief moment, I felt like I completely belonged here, but the feeling melted away, and I cursed myself mentally for thinking so foolishly. So, maybe I had something in common, that didn't mean that I belonged with my mismatched pelt of disaster.
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Post by »starla on May 16, 2009 18:19:04 GMT -5
But the river keeps runnin'
O T H E L L O;;
Don't even know that I'm around. Pale,beholding windows captured the coy damsel receed into herself at the mentioning of the dangers of coming to the lands in a state of oblivion.The taupe patron blinked once,wishing to comfort the ess.Instead,he placed a passive smile upon his features.The vixen's liquid words reached Othello's talc harks,and the responded with movement that resembled sympathy.The brujo nodded slowly in understanding and parted his velvets to reply.
My lands are safe and serene,dear Soul,if you would like to accept my offer of living with me.
The stallion knew her intentions of coming here were not the classic ones,but she had declared herself she was in need of a residence,and Othello had just the place.
The diolouge moved on to the subject of bending,the the hessian was startled to find that Soul had suspected she was the only one with that sort of talent.Othello coulnd't help but chuckle at this as she let a shaft of wind blow in his direction and surround his masculine being.Without a single flinch of muscles,the king let his own bending reach her existence,toying with her forelock before the long fingers of the air twisted themselves gently around her shoulders and barrel.Still without a single movement,the stag dropped his concentration,and in turn,the breeze reformed back to its natural state.A smirk appeared on his labrums.
Yes,precisely like that he chortled.
No,of course not.As I stated before,this Valley is home to a gathering number of benders just like you,with their respective elements.You have been drawn here because of your ability..
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Post by firey on Jul 13, 2009 20:30:18 GMT -5
The surprise in my opts was so evident as I watched my forelock dance with the wind, feeling as the breeze slowly wrapped around my chassis before it faded to a natural state. Thorns flickered up on end and I looked at Othello, my opts wide. I wasn't the only one that could do it. The thought of actually fitting in suddenly overwhelmed me, and the smile came bursting over my kissers like a wildfire. "If...I go with you to your home Othello...would that mean that I would meet more like myself?" I asked with a soft whisper. The thought wasn't chilling. It was so comforting that I felt like I should go with him, find a home, be with others. But the fact remained that I would be an outcast either way. Maybe the others thought that their solid pelts were grand and my own mixed pelt was worth no second glance. Like the dirt under their hooves. The sorrowful thoughts clouded my mind and my skull dipped down for a moment as I looked down to the ground. I sighed softly before lifting my skull once more, determined to not let myself down with this. "...can I go home with you?" I asked softly. At least I would be where I partially belonged, even if others made faces at me or pushed me away. I wouldn't care, as long as I had something in common.
ooc; It's so EW and small. Forgive me Bruja! I need to get back into her character :[
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Post by »starla on Jul 23, 2009 10:50:37 GMT -5
But the river keeps runnin'
O T H E L L O;;
Don't even know that I'm around. The sun now blatantly shown down through the lazy clouds as they drifted along at their own speed.Thy were not harried by wind,nor the sun's domineering rays.They simply dealt with the golden arrows piercing through them should one happen to drift in the sun's path.For Othello,those moments were relief.His pale skin burned easily,and even being exposed for short periods of time was more painful than it was to others.As he waited for the femme's reply he turned just his gaze to quickly scan their surroundings,his resting slate coming to support him once more in a calm restlessness.There were few trees around where they stood,but at the sight of shade Othello almost sighed.He held it in,lest he seem rude to Soul.Perhaps he sensed the mare's excitement,for her returned his pale opts back to her expectant features.The cremello brute caught the last traces of her surprise at his bending,and he couldn't help but smile.Her questioning lyrics reached his attentive harks.
Why,yes.It is the Air Kingdom,after all.
Othello chuckled quietly,sharing Soul's joyous feelings.But suddenly they turned sour for the dove and the stag wondered if it was something he had said or done.There was a second or two of silence as Soul stared at the earth,no words forming in Othello's skull to comfort her,as he did not know what had come over her.He sensed her sensitivity,though,from the moment he first met her,and suspected the best thing to do was to just stand in silent support.She raised her duo-colored crown once more,letting slip quiet harmonics.The patriarch was pleased to offer her into his welcoming home terra.
Shall I lead the way?
Pale features once more expressed a smile as his frame turned in the direction of his territory,keeping his gaze upon the ess who would soon surely build her confidence under Othello's watch.
ooc;;
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