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 Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2007 7:40 pm
[ Personal RP, I really wanted to RP Jack a bit more today XD:. ]  
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2007 8:05 pm
It was as if the heavens had opened themselves up for the youthful mare, the ground spilling over with miniscule rivers raging through the highgrasses, ants and smaller life forms trying to break the currents and get to slighty less dampened lands, before the tapering rains took them with the storm's casualities. The creature known as fate had played a roll in this day, although the mare had been unaware, due to her denouncing such an existance. She believed everything happened for the amusement of other creatures beyond her, but she had her rights and voice. It was by the skin of her teeth that she found a reliable shelter for the time being as the storm did it's damage, her pelt staying clean and dry, as her six eyes watched the lightning and her hooves felt the thunder nearly engulf the cave.
The way it had been eroded made it reflect the sound even louder, so she had been entirely unsure as to how exactly boisterous it had been, she only knew that it was near deafening. Of course, as a filly she had been taught that a storm speaks to the very soul of every creature, and was fully aware that even the god-like Soquili would bow to it, or fear being drown. She was never a creature to shirk away from even the greatest of creature's defiance, having a large sense of Justice, and an even larger sense of blind bravery, so since her youth, she found herself hiding away, else she would start challenging the gods of the clouded skies. Even she knew that would have been stupid, but it was that kind of feeling that made her feel... alive. Truly her father believed that it was youthful ideas flittering through her mind, but as she grew older, it just grew in tenfolds.
Maybe all those close calls in her short, and yet exciting life had started going to her head, a flowering ego was definitally not something she needed.
But it felt good.
Feeling the cool air flow into the little haven she had found, it signified the end of the raging storm, and with a shake of her head, and the sound of her little knick knacks making the cave light up with music, sne stepped out into the slowly filtered daylight, the view of the area around her splendid and revitalizing. It had been one of those storms that, whilst it was around, you knew it had been there, you could have heard it even if you had been deaf. But whence it left, it barely left a scratch on the horizon infront of you, with the exception of twinkling lights dancing everywhere, the rainwater reflecting the sun in the most wonderful way.
It truly had become a good day, she mused, as she looked around to where she would go next.
Not too far from where the now grown up mare had emerged from her rest within the small makeshift cave, an eerie glow started to creep through the grasses, as cloven hooves softly carved a way through the foliage, the sound of glass and metal ringing through the clearing with the volumn of a sweet-sounding song, every step a different tune as the slightly rain kissed stallion made his way through, as if fates had commanded him to.
Unlike his somewhat essentric daughter, the old Stallion had never believed any different when it came to fates, he blessed each and every one of them everyday, and cursed them on some rare occasions, but they were basis for his every gay graces. It only took him a moment before his sensitive hearing caught the sounds of everything around him in this new little clearing, and, to filter out his own music, and the music of everything else, the old stallion came to a halt, effectively stopping the music that his hooves created, and with a jagged frown - one that did not hold any momentus emotion in it - before he closed his eyes, and his ears shot forward, listening intently for anything he could hear, that was not nature made.
Behind me.
It had only taken a few moments for him to pinpoint the odd sound in the area, and almost hurriedly, he turned himself around to confront whatever was making the sound - glass on metal. It was familiar, and slightly on a different key than his own music he made. It was a larger cast of metal, with smaller glass. Talullah. It had to be his only adventurous daughter, he concluded, as he waited at his spot for the sound to continue, to bring her ever closer to his little nook. Meeting his daughter was always a blessing; it meant he and she would have time to converse idly while they were still on the same path, before they split off again.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2007 12:42 pm
It had taken the mare a few moments to figure out with direction to set off in, one direction had been familiar, and would bring her closer to the clearing - the other few directions slightly foreign, and would only drive her further and to new adventures and future stories she would be able to tell the brothers, her friends back there. One specific direction almost tugged her towards her, as if it had been the only way she could go. It was a hunch, and she always went with her hunches - they always proved worthwhile, always gave her something to remember.
Turning down that slightly beaten path, her eyes graced upwards, looking at the treetops that danced with the light winds that blew over and around her, playing with her braided hair, as the little pink feathers floated forward, taking her teal hair with them. This, she mused, is what she lived for - things she saw in her ventures, and being able to just nearly drink up everything around her visually, made the hardships and dangers completely worthwhile. Some days she wished a pair of Stallions would follow her one day, just so they could find something in the adventures to take with them. Maybe one day.
A sound broke her inner musings, something faint and far away that barely caught the edge of hearing, but was familiar in every which way. It had been a sound she was raised with, something she looked forward to hearing everyday of her life. It was the sound of music. Unnatural, yes, but made in a very unique, and natural way. Movement.
Thrusting herself forward, she hoped and prayed that the tune had not died off due to long range, and with a brisk and very rushed trot, she tried to catch up with .. him. Breaking the foliage and dense tree line, the sun suddenly decided to hide away behind the thicker forest, and a familiar, eerie glow had emitted before her. Turning her head up, she found him, almost waiting for her, as if he knew she would have been there at the exact moment.
"S-Stalking me, now are you?" She started, attempting to keep her slightly smug, and yet Talullah way of life. But it fell quickly, and she took some shy, and quaint steps only reserved for him. "I'm really glad to see you, Jack, it's been a while."
Truth be told, he had not expected her to catch up with him, admittably he had worried she hadn't heard his own music for a moment, but when she burst through the foliage, the older Soquili smiled softly, regarding her with fatherly love, and respect for the little adventure-bound creature. It had been not to long since his eldest grew up, but she was still little to him. His filly. Letting her catch up to him, he looked down to her, regarding every little part of her. Four hooves? Check, Glowy tail? Check. Horn, six eyes, head full of strange ideas? Looks like they're all in working order, boss.
To (mostly) any other father, the idea of his children calling him by his first name was almost a blasphemy, but to Jack, it seemed like a much kinder name than "Father-Unit" that she had picked up from her mother, a--
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