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 Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 1:42 am
She walked until she came to a small hilltop in the meadow, climbing its side she stopped at the top and looked out over the grasslands in front of her. The wind blew her forelock from her face and she closed her eyes, allowing the breeze to caress her muzzle. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled the scents of the earth and expelled them in a noisy and unlady-like snort. Opening her eyes once more she looked skyward to the clear blue span above her. The day was not altogether too warm but it was retched either, a shiver ran down her spine every so often but it wasn’t really a big deal to her. Normally her mother would be telling her how she would become sick. She often argued that point with her mother, being out in the cold did not make one sick but merely weakened the immune system making one more susceptible to illness but not necessarily being the cause. Her mom would just roll her eyes and shake her head with a small smile. Both of her parents were wonderful but Bella seemed to understand her a bit better than her father, or more so able to accept how strange her daughter was. Her father was still dealing with the fact that he was currently outnumbered so she cut him some slack.
“Perhaps you should learn more about how to live rather than what living is.” Her father’s words echoed in her currently swiveling ears. How was it possible for someone to know what living was yet not know how to live? She was breathing wasn’t she? She ate, drank and slept didn’t she? Wasn’t that all a part of living? Clearly she knew how to live otherwise she wouldn’t be standing here at the moment; she would be a pile of bones being absorbed into the earth. Releasing a silent sigh she lowered her eyes to stare at the ground, a small wrinkle forming in the corner of her mouth as she began pondering those words. Her sister’s familiar told her it was her thought wrinkle and that was how everyone knew when she was figuring out the answer to the big questions. A wrinkle in one’s mouth did not reveal the degree to which they were thinking, ridiculous.
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 1:22 am
In the middle of the glen at the far end of the pound, a beautiful ancient willow tree rested; her long finger like branches stretching down over the clear waters, making the still water ripple. A second look at the pound showed that it was filled with colorful fish ranging from orange to blue; the sizes also varied; not one fish was the same in color or in size. Tiny turtles would pop their heads out of the water for a quick breath of air before submerging again.
Around the tiny tree protected glen the scent of wisteria and honey suckle emanated, giving the area a calm, dream-like peace. In the center of it all, an Angeni stood gazing at the natural beauty of the glade; she has wandered to many places and seen the amazing sights that the lands showed to those who took the time to look, but the place she now stood had a different feeling; a feeling of Magick.
She was Isabliss, Angeni of Insomnia, the one who wanders, the one who dreams, and the one who loves the world around her. Life was a wondrous thing and it never failed in surprising her. One may think that they knew all about life, but then if they admit that, then they truly have not lived. A person will go through their entire life and only know half of what living is, but there is a rare few who have experienced life to the fullest and have learned what it means to live.
Many Soquili she has come across, all had stories to tell and all were different, for no life is the same. Choices, opinions, fate, all change the outcome of a person’s life. It was spectacular, learning the stories that defined who they were and the places they have been.
She had a repertoire of stories and songs that she able to erudite from all her travels, each with their own moral and mythology. Many had the moral of life and love; the stories about fate and destiny, while some of others had darker backgrounds, and the rest could not be placed into a category. Now, she goes in search of new legends and spreads the ones that she has learned, enjoying the euphoria that comes from the ones that she tells the tales.
Isabliss smiled to herself as she walked over to the edge of the pound and bent down to drink the cool refreshing water. As soon as her maw touched the liquid and swallowed the substance; as it glided down her throat and entered her stomach, she instantly felt rejuvenated. Stomach full with water, she leaned over to taste the sweet grass growing around the pound; the Angeni closed her eyes in bliss. In the glade where it appeared magic was present, the plant life was sweeter than it was in the forest beyond and the water was much more soothing to those who drank from the spring at the base of the willow.
The wind blew through the trees of the forest, adding a base to the soprano singing of the birds flying in the sky. It brought with it a message to stay and not to wander for the time being; she looked up at the cloudless sky, pondering the new meaning and waited for the Soquili that the wind said was coming. It was bizarre occurrence, for the wind usually told her to move, to wander, and to see the world, never has it told her to stay in a certain land for very long.
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Posted: Wed May 12, 2010 11:58 pm
A breeze lifted Fearthainn’s chocolate hued mane and caused it to flutter about her face and long neck. Upon the small insignificant breeze was carried the scent of the world around her, the scent of fresh grass and of fragrant flowers. Many would venture to say the wind had a voice and spoke to them, even her father had said this a time or two. How odd to claim something with no anatomy or even capacity for speech seemed to somehow trick people into thinking it was conversing with them. Of course, the voice they claimed to hear was only the sound of the wind bending around objects or echoing in their ears which they translated into words. They heard mainly what they wanted to hear, for a she already knew, the wind could not speak. As though proving her point she closed her green eyes and listened for any hint of words dripping from the dry air that rushed past her body. All she heard was the whooshing sound typically associated with the wind. This experience could be comparable to the stars, Soquili claiming they could find pictures within millions of pinpricks. With a snort Fearthainn trekked on, proving and disproving theories with each step she took.
Her sister had once explained the ways of emotions and dreams to her but Fearthainn could not rationalize with her. Dreams were merely an act of the subconscious when one entered the REM cycle of sleep; they were not premonitions or paths of life revealing themselves to the dreamer. It was ridiculous to think that a bunch of jumbled images released by the brain during sleep could help one solve the problems of life, only logic and a mind willing to seek answers could venture to do such a thing. Her father once stated that he knew he was able to love their mother with all he had because his dearly departed love had come to him in a dream and told him it was so. Though she said nothing, Fearthainn knew it was only a way for her father to rationalize the guilt he felt for supposedly abandoning Anela. Once her kind along with any other individual on earth died that was it, they became the earth beneath the feet of others and ceased to exist any longer. Love on the other hand was a completely different matter all its own. Chemicals within the body were released during intercourse and upon seeing a member of the opposite sex who embodied the traits desirable to the observer. In truth all creatures search for the specimen in the species whose genes seemed the most prominent and more likely to carry on the next generation. In time the chemical would fade away leaving nothing more than memories of its presence behind. Even so, as she rationalized this to herself and image of Alex flashed in her mind. Why? Why had she seen his face when thinking of love? Perhaps it was due to his exceptional traits as a stallion.
Her calculating was interrupted when an Angeni mare unlike any she had ever seen before came into her line of sight. Her eyes became aglow with the prospect of observing this specimen, for whatever reason she was incredibly interested in those who could fly. Without so much as a noise to alert the mare to her presence Fearthainn marched right up to her and gazed over her magnificently colored wings. At times her brain got the better of her, not reminding her that she were approaching another living thing who may or may not like the lack of personal space and privacy. “Yet again I am lucky enough to stumble upon such wondrous specimens as these!” Lightly touching her nose to the feathers she took note of their light weight. “You are truly blessed, though I am sure you hear it all the time.” Suddenly she remembered her place and backed away quickly hanging her head in embarrassment. “There I go again, I am horribly sorry for my intrusion. It seems sometimes my thirst for knowledge gets the better of me and causes me to forget the manners instilled in me by my chivalrous father.” She laughed tenderly, still feeling somewhat ashamed of her rude behavior. “If you wish I shall leave you and I again apologize for my intrusion.”
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 10:18 pm
Isabliss did not have to wait long for the expected mare. What the wind wanted her to do with the mare was unbeknownst to the grey bodied mare. The wind, as if sensing her uncertainty, whispered through the trees, forming fragments of words. “Teach…Mare…Unknown…New insight… Before…Leave… Mountains.”
She closed her silver eyes, letting the words of the wind fill her; the element wanted Isabliss to mentor the young mare on a life she is lacking the ability to see at that point in time. Story telling was one of the many skills that the angeni possessed and took to heart; the stories seemed to improve and increase as she continued her travels through out lands unknown by many. She would have many wondrous tales to tell her foals one day; the thought of little foals surrounding her as she told them stories of her adventures made the mare smile. “Soon…” the winds whispered through her mane, making her long hair tickle her neck. Soon Isabliss would be blessed with little ones, the thought thrilled her.
A soft tickling feeling drew Isabliss way from her inner thoughts of foals; the tickling sensation became more intense and caused the mare to open her silvery eyes to look upon a green eyed mare with a long messy forest brown hair, who at that moment, had her nose ruffling though Isabliss’ grey back wing feathers. Embarrassment crossed the other mare’s countenance when she realized her behavior was not part of a standard greeting. Silvery half open eyes scanned over the wingless tickling mare; she was attractive and pleasing to the eye, beautiful. Her messy locks made her appear astute for her bangs accentuated her emerald eyes that shone deep with wisdom and revealed her thirst for knowledge. Isabliss’ eyes paused on the stone butterfly pendant that the green eyed mare wore around her neck; soon the mare continued her assessment of the other mare, taking note of the armor that was chained to her front two legs. It was as if the inquisitive mare standing before Isabliss was preparing to battle the world for knowledge.
“Child, do not leave and please do not fret. Your actions were noble, for it was for knowledge that you did what you did. I cannot blame you for that, in actuality, I find it refreshing; more of the world’s youth should be like you, always wanting to learn more.” Isabliss smiled at the pale bodied mare, kindness shining from her silver eyes. “Was your reaction the same when you met another of my kin?” The angeni mare could only imagine the face of the other angeni when the green eyed mare placed her nose into his or her feathers; a small laugh bubbled out of the dark grey mare, the laugh sounded like chimes in the wind. “I do not laugh at you Child, but at the image I have conjured in my mind’s eye of my kin meeting you. Darling, may I have the honor of learning your name? I am called Isabliss.”
It was time to see if the mare standing in front of the winged mare was willing to learn stories and tales that only Isabliss and a rare few have the privalige of knowing. Would the wingless mare listen? Or was what Isabliss had to tell not the type of knowledge the emerald eyed mare would want? There was only one way to find out the truth, and that was to ask.
“You have a thirst for knowledge I see. What would you like to learn?”
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 1:37 pm
Fearthainn couldn’t help but to take note of this mare’s ethereal essence. Just as she was being observed she began observing, relishing in the fact that she seemed to find someone as interested in things as she. She lowered her head a little, taking stock of the mist-like wings upon the Angeni female’s feet. She then looked at her own and sighed at the difference, her feet were not fluffy and elegant and they certainly had no wings upon them. Next she looked at the unusual spirals of hair with ribbons tied in framing the mare’s lovely face. She was truly the most beautiful thing Fearthainn had ever seen, her colors were calming and her eyes containing what looked to be millennia of knowledge. Instantly a vision of Alexiel’s gray eyes filled her mind and she found strange warmth to be building in her cheeks. Fearthainn had seemingly become obsessed with the Angeni breed, she wanted to know everything about them, and she even, at times wished she were one. Again her attention was directed toward the wings upon her back, the feathers reminded her of moonlight. She recalled a sweet scent upon them when she touched her nose to them, something she couldn’t explain but found herself quite attached to.
“Thank you for your understanding, you are quite fascinating and I just could not help myself.” The Angeni mare’s words made her heart thump a little faster. She was actually complimenting her for her knowledge! Not making fun of her or rolling her eyes like others had upon meeting her. Alexiel had been the only other one who had found her reactions refreshing. Again the thought caused a strange feeling to stir within her stomach. Had she eaten too much? Too little? Why was it that whenever thinking of him she became flimsy? Even now as she spoke to another, female, Angeni he was on her mind. Shaking her head gently she focused on the mystifying stranger at hand. “Uh-uhm….” It wasn’t like her to stutter, there was no rational reasoning for it. It wasn’t as though she had a speech impediment so it confused her as to why her tongue was not reacting. Just as she had shaken thoughts of Alex from her mind this mare brought it up, as though sensing her pattern of thought. “My reaction was indeed the same; I went to investigate his plumage without announcing myself just as I had in this situation. Forgive me but, is it in an Angeni’s nature to be kind and understanding? He did not grow irritated either, though I have done the same to a wind and he became cross. I understand it is not courteous so I do not blame him.” The laugh that followed captivated Fearthainn, how she wished to hear that laugh over and over! It was melodic and kind, making her feel instantly at ease. How did one master such a skill? Did it take much practice or preparation? She took Isabliss’ explanation of her laughter as an inquiry. “Yes, it was quite humorous. He merely looked at me calmly but there was something in his eye, entertainment? Though, normally I am not one to say you can see anything within another’s eyes, it isn’t physically relevant.”
Fearthainn’s ears twitched as an unusual name reached them, unusual and lovely. “I am Fearthainn, it means rain in Gaelic. I am pleased to meet you Isabliss, and if I may, your name is quite unusual.” A moment later it was as though a sweet breeze had picked up, this Angeni mare had asked her a question she loved hearing. Just moments earlier she had taken stock of the knowledge this mare must hold within her mind. “I am always looking to learn more, and to learn from you would be a great honor Isabliss.” She finished with a resolute smile.
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