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 Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 10:44 am
The bite of envy is sharper than the bite of fangs. It almost sounded like something her mother would say but her mother never talked about things like envy. It was always love, compassion, joy. She always assumed that her family was too pure to experience any emotions in the darker spectrum. Because of that, Padma had no one to talk to about the bite of envy. There was only herself.
Flight. Another thing that her mother had so many wise sayings and bits of advice on. Padma snorted with derision as she walked. As if flight could be mimicked by falling. The flight that she wanted was the true spread-winged flight of her father and so many of her siblings. There was herself and five others. Of their generation three had wings. She loved her brother Aether dearly and wouldn't wish him grounded for her sake... but she couldn't stop what she felt when she saw him gliding in for a graceful landing.
She stopped at the edge of a stream. It was slow moving enough that she could glare down at her own reflection. Her many eyes stared back at her and strands of mane hung down past her face. She was not only grounded but freakish looking. The many eyes on her face had unnerved many others that could have been her friend.
That was just another bite of the envy she had to live with. She wouldn't wish that her brother had been born as her... but that didn't stop her wishing she had been born as her brother.
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 10:59 am
Raniero was not a creature of envy, most would argue he struggled to express any form of emotion whatsoever. To him, emotions were only necessary for the purpose of research and he could emulate them accordingly. Over the course of his many years of study he had mastered the art of feigning such things to the public eye. To this day his father remained the only one capable of seeing through this well painted mask - an impressive disguise all but shattered by the stallion that had raised him. As a result, Raniero rarely found himself interested in the emotions of others or the immediate possessions they might have - they were trivial and were of no use to him.
On the contrary, everything Raniero did and the decisions he chose to make were always carefully planned. If an idea was presented to him he would assess it based on it's usefulness. If it would aid his research to some degree then he would accomodate it accordingly. Regardless of how strange such an idea was, he was not adverse to using it to his advantage. In some cases many males would have cringed or recoiled in horror at the decisions he had made. His recent decision was of no exception...
In recent months the stallion had taken the decision to redesign his immediate appearance. Through very precise negotiations, careful planning and the expert assistance of a number of individuals he had been transformed from a handsome and scholarly male...into a rather impressive female. His lithe form had aided him considerably in this change, but the curled locks and additional accessories had only sealed the deal. All ready he had been confused for a mare, guards had been dropped and sure enough...the research was flooding in.
He had no complaints other than that the time required to make himself look so good daily was something he considered to be a waste. It had taken eight hours to transform him, it took two hours per day to preserve it - provided that nothing destroyed the appearance prematurely! Therefore it should have been no surprised that the stallion walked with considerable care towards the river. His 'stride' adjusted to suit that of a mare while his head remained lowered in thought. Overall, from a distance he looked female - it was just startling to see how decieving he was up close too!
Unaware of his immediate company given his train of thought, he came to a halt and inspected his reflection briefly before releasing a snort. One of his ringlets had loosened and he suspected he would need to have it redone relatively soon to avoid the painstaking restyling processes if it disappeared completely...
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 11:31 am
She was no longer alone. Padma felt a twinge of resentment that she was being torn away from her musings by an interloping stranger. It always seemed that when she most wanted to be alone she'd have sudden company and when she wanted company there was none to be found. At least it wasn't one of her family members. That was a small relief. She didn't mind passing off untruths to strangers but it had always been awkward for her to lie to one of her family... and she wasn't about to tell the truth about why she was out here brooding like this.
It didn't seem like the other mare had even noticed her. Padma quickly shook out her mane so that the bangs would fall and obscure some of the staring eyes and then cleared her throat loudly. "Excuse me," she said in a tone that was frosty but still polite. "Hello there."
Beyond that she was silent. She would give the other mare a chance to prove herself before she offered up any information. If she had been in a better mood she might have been more sociable but wasn't going to be in her current state.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 6:53 am
He hadn't noticed her at all, in fact it had taken him a further few moments to realise she had even spoken to him. His ears pivoted in response to her words and then returned to their former state. Slowly but surely his amber eyes shifted to the right, fixing themselves on the mare nearby. There he waited and seemed to assess the mare and the immediate circumstances he found himself in. She didn't seem to be entirely happy with his presence and yet she had still greeted him. At this revelation he slotted her into a particular category, another specimen to be observed and investigated.
If it had been him, he simply would have disregarded her presence entirely. In truth he had already done that mere moments ago, failing to realise that she had been in his immediate vicinity. It wasn't that he was openly rude to any individual, but he had other concerns to deal with. Having embarked on a new series of investigations, their success lay in his immediate appearance and he was already struggling to maintain it - such a waste of time for so little. Alas, the rewards were great...
However, more often than not he could already sense the immediate 'aura' of an individual. Their body language and expression told him a great deal. If they had no desire to socialise then so be it, he would accomodate this and remain silence. While he hadn't recognised her to begin with, he was well aware that when he had spotted her he most likely would have disregarded her presence and continued with his musings. She wasn't happy to see him, not one bit.
"You are excused," he gave a loose shrug and spoke up at last. Lifting his head, he took in her appearance and glanced briefly at the staring 'eyes' that lined her coat. To say she had a most intriguing coat was an understatement, it was most unique. It would have been a little unsettling to some of his subjects but it was merely a note of interest for him. "Though I fail to see why you would make that sort of request..."
Again he shrugged and returned his gaze to the water, frowning briefly at the ringlet again. It definitely needed fixed.
"Good afternoon, all the same. For whatever such a gesture may be worth."
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 7:42 am
Padma found herself somewhat confused and taken aback by the other mare's response. She failed to see why she'd attempt to politely get her attention instead of just shouting or snapping at her to get it? A soft huff of air blew out of her narrowed nostrils in frustration. She hadn't been in the mood for talking with anyone and had hoped for a less grudging conversation partner. She seemed more interested in looking at her reflection than in talking with Padma.
Of course... I really am the same. I'm just pretending like I want to talk to someone right now....
She looked away from the mare and back to her own reflection. Her mane was longer than the other mare's. She liked that. It wasn't as intricately styled, though that could change if she really wanted to. She wore only one piece of jewelry where the other had several but she thought that hers was more beautiful and more unique. She liked the markings of flowers on her feet as well, though the front two were marred by eyes.
If it wasn't for those eyes... or maybe if I had wings so I could get away from the people who don't like them....
It was after these thoughts that she finally responded to the other mare. "The gesture isn't worth much if you don't mean it. So if you don't want to talk to me then don't talk to me."
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