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 Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 12:54 pm
For Stat Purposes: This is a roleplay between Nakanadi and AF Dramatische Fee "Phobos".  Ah, Winter.
Bitter cold, harsh winds, snow… everywhere. Nothing about it seemed appealing, really. The only promise such an unforgiving season held was the way it promised to change the landscape, bringing everything to a calm as the world was covered in white. The snow opened up new paths for her to follow. New perspectives.
It also brought frostbite. She was thankful for her new, fluffier coat as tiny flakes began showering down upon her. Another bad thing about Winter, Nakanadi noted with a slight snort, was that it gave her too much time to reflect on life. No matter how hard she tried to focus on anything but, her mind always wandered to her mother, and how she had been nothing short of a figurehead in her life. Where were her happy memories of the time she spent with her mother? What of all the things she’d taught her? No, of course – her father had done that.
Sighing, the little mare continued down the path, glancing up every now and then at the spindly trees overhead. They were covered in ice and a ghostly white, making for a very eerie look at night, and an almost magical look during the day. It was a good distraction, anyway. She felt the corners of her mouth feebly lift in a poor attempt at a smile.
Today wasn’t starting out very well.
A fine layer of snow had gathered on her back and in her hair, now, but she didn't bother to shake it off. Maybe she'd end up white, and would blend in to the snowy surroundings? That would make meeting new faces a bit difficult, but it would also allow her to observe others with ease. She decided to let it gather; see where it got her? Likely nowhere, but she was bored out of her mind.
A dark, fat-bellied bird flew ahead of her, chirping blithely as it landed on the tip of a frozen branch.
"Look at you!" she said with a smile, stopping to peer up at the bird from a safe distance. She knew what they were capable of, especially when they stood directly above you. The thought made her snicker. She shook her head.
"You're all alone, too, aren't you? Don't you have a family?" She frowned. "It may seem a bit random, but I'd like to have a family of my own someday. If you've children of your own, you'd best be off to see them."
The bird cocked its head at her, then, as if heeding her advice, took wing and flew off, leaving the mare alone again. She sighed, forgetting her resolve to keep the snow on herself and shook her body, sending it everywhere.
"It's too quiet!"
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 2:52 pm
 Phobos looked upwards. The clouds were dark, moving sluggishly through the sky they hid. Small white flakes danced downward, accumulating on the ground already frozen and packed from the snow a few days ago. He shook his head, his golden and black curls refusing to let go of the small balls of snow that had accumulated upon his head. He snorted, and hot steam flew visibly upward.
It was just his luck, for the weather to be so poor. It was probably his fault, anyway. Phobos had sunk into a pattern of sort since he had built up the courage to leave his mother. Yes, just his mother. His father was a good stallion. He had been there for Phobos and his sister, Liebe to grow up. He hadn't run out, as many do. But he could tell his mother and father didn't get along. It was his fault, really. They may had been better friends had there not been a little accident that created his sister and himself. So, as soon as Phobos and his sister were grown and seemed able to function on their own, his father Kiefer had left.
Phobos could see him as he wanted, but he preferred to stay with his mother. She was kinder than father. She cared about his complaints, and his sadness. His father brushed it off, saying he was being "over dramatic". So he rarely went to see father. In fact, he had rarely left mother. But he could tell he was simply a burden on her. So, for her sake, he had left.
But he hadn't seen a single soquili since. Phobos was not particularly social, but he was lonely. Others often didn't understand him, and disliked him...but sometimes just having them, any attention at all, was nice. He was not a mean soquili, he was just a bit...less upbeat than others. It wasn't like he tried, it was just that his life seemed more tragic to him than others saw it. In end though, he just didn't want to hurt others. And if it meant separating himself...well, that's the way it is.
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Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2009 9:08 pm
"Hm?"
Glancing up, the little mare's eyes widened in curiosity at the stallion that had crossed her path. The forest had ended, spilling out into open sky, not that it meant much. Clouds covered in, allowing specks of snow to pour out over the landscape. She wasn't paying attention to that, though. The stallion was staring upward, and seemed to be in deep thought. It probably wouldn't be polite to interrupt him.
Stamping her hoof lightly, Nakanadi continued her walk, leaving the edge of the forest and heading into the field. She couldn't help but eye him as she approached, planning to walk around him. His colors were interesting, and went together quite beautifully. And she'd only ever seen stripes like that on felines. Feeling her mouth tug into a curious smile, she paused a few feet away to eye him a bit more.
Eventually, curiosity overcame her, and she had to address him. She'd been wandering alone all day, and she'd be a fool if she simply passed her only chance for company by. Offering another smile, the mare cleared her throat quietly, nickering gently.
"Hello. Are you alone, too?" she asked quietly, not wanting to startle him. She shifted her weight from one hoof to another, feeling a bit excited but not wanting to show it.
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Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2009 2:36 pm
Phobos hadn't noticed the mare. His life had fallen into an easy routine. He got up, he tried not to be sad about everything. He would walk, he would see the world. Sadly though, the world around here wasn't as interesting as he thought. As he moved, he saw nothing of what his father told him about when he was young. Huge ravines, soquili who's hooves were ablaze. Ones that were evil and had wings greater and grander than his mothers. He thought seeing these things might give him more insight to the world.
But so far, he mostly just saw the world be swallowed by white. Almost as bad as being swallowed by black.
Suddenly, a noise to his right. It moved...it spoke! The stallion jumped, feeling the hairs on his neck raise instinctively. (He sometimes wondered why nature even bothered to give him such a reflex. Wasn't it to look scarier? Wasn't he the opposite of that?) Phobos turned, and found him self eye-to-eye with a pretty little mare. Her dark caring eyes reminded him of his mother.
"Alone?" he croaked, eyes widening, and breaking contact with hers. "Yes... I am... I'm sorry. Very sorry. Were you looking for someone? If you were...well, I am very very sorry I cannot help you, and that I am not the soquili you are looking for" he said, his voice sounding odd in his own ears after such a long period of silence.
He continued to look away. She didn't make him as uncomfortable as others. Maybe it was because her eyes were so like his mothers. He did miss his family. They were the only ones that ever showed him any sort of affection, or for that matter, tolerance. He always felt he was a burden upon them.
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Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2009 9:00 pm
She only listened quietly, feeling a small smile lift the corners of her mouth. He sounded pretty unsettled, and she wondered vaguely if she'd upset him. Giving her mane a light toss, she smiled widely, hoping to look comforting. Don't let him run away, she told herself, feeling determination set in. She could be a bit intimidating, in that she had the habit of becoming a bit obsessive over things, and in this case, she wasn't going to let her new companion go just yet.
"What is it?" she asked, curiosity in her tone. "Is there something stuck in my mane? If there is, I'd appreciate it if you would take it out for me. If not..." She paused, eyeing him quietly. "Oh, maybe I offended you? I'm sorry for barging up to you." Dipping her head, she did her best to offer a little bow. Awkward for a horse to attempt, but she was pleased with it nonetheless.
"My name is Nakanadi." She didn't offer to leave, which a more polite mare probably would have done, but it was loneliness that had prevented her from doing so, and not rudeness. She looked up at him hopefully, waiting to see how he would respond.
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