 Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 8:58 am
Ishtanballa With swift steps, Enitan cantered through thin woods. His short mane bobbing with the movement as he enjoyed his new freedom. An adult now, he no longer had to hang under the watchful eyes of his four parents. He was free to go where he pleased, and the first order of business was to find a patch of woods he could call home. XxPrimevalPandaxX Hania flicked his tail a bit and gace a carefree snort as he walked through the woods finding the weather to be a little chillier then usual. Winter was fast approaching and he knew this. It wasn't rocket science. Before long, he found himselfstumbling upon a lightly mossed over grave making his curiosity peek before he leaned down to nose it. It was a young grave. Something he hated to see. Ishtanballa Every now and then a soft murmur would fall from Enitan's lips, replying to voices that only he could hear. It was during one of his incoherent murmurings that he caught sight of something white from out of the corner of his eyes. Coming to a screeching halt, he peered in the direction, finding whatever it was to be obscured by the trees. Curiousity compelled him to investigate, but as he moved to just that, he found his long purple mane tangled in a branch.
XxPrimevalPandaxX Hania lifted his head up when he heard movement not too far away. Was someone there that he could talk to? He wondered this was he ventured unknowinly walking towards the spot where he heard the noise. "Hello?" He called out when he wandered over to a quiet area making him shake his head a bit. Maybe he was losing his mind because nothing was there. He turned away and if he had emotion, he would have jumped. He saw a tangled male in a branch. Well his hair was tangled anyway. "Do you need help?" He asked tilting his head.
Ishtanballa Enitan wiggled his blue rump every which way in an attempt to free the ensnared hairs. As he did so, his ears wildly swiveled back and forth, as if listening to something. Out of agitation the ears pinned back. "See now, you must release me!" Falls quiet for a moment. "No I have not brougth news from the east!"
Glowers at the tree responsible for his capture, one ear flicking in acknowledgement of the spoken greeting, which he assumed came from another plant. "One moment..." Ears perk at the offer for assisstance. "Wait, yes, I could!"
Turns to face the one who had spoken, and blinks out of surprise at finding not a tree, or any other form of plant, but a stallion. XxPrimevalPandaxX Hania mentally raised his brow at the stallion even though his own face remained expressionless. "Who are you talking to?" He asked him curiously before shaking his mane a bit. He reached up and gently took each strand of Entian's hair out of the branch piece by piece until it was finally all untangled. "Why are you out here alone?" He asked him politely as he backed away a bit to give him his own space.
Ishtanballa "To the tree of course. One can not ignore another when it speaks to him, especially when it grabs his tail." Flashes a smile when his tail is freed. He sticks his tongue out at the tree before dancing away from it and then bowing in an overly dramatic manner at Hania. "I thank you," flicks his gaze over the white stallion, "he of the light folk."
Right himself, cokcing his head at the following question. "I am alone because I can be. Is that not always why one is alone?" XxPrimevalPandaxX The white stallion tilted his head more a little entrigued by this male since he could speak to trees. "Really? What are they saying? I haven't been listening to the trees much myself lately. The spirits have been taking over my thoughts as of lately. He didn't understand his way of doing things since it was something he never saw before. "Light folk?" He question and tilted his head more. "Yes, but it's never fun to be alone. everyone wants company. Even someone like me." He said tilting his head to the other side this time.
Ishtanballa "Mostly gibberish," the bright blue stallion glanced back at the trees that he had passed already, "most in this area seem to speaking a language I don't understand. Others just want to here what's going on else where."
Leans in closer, closely inspecting the male as his lips pull into a grin. Did this stallion just mention something about speaking to those who had long since left their mortal bodies? "Do you see the dead? If so, how can you ever be alone?" XxPrimevalPandaxX Hania mentally raised his brow once more before looking at the nearest tree. "Actually...the one tree you had your mane stuck in is sorry he messed it up." He told him as he looked back to him closely. "Yes I do why? I'm never alone when you think about it, but I guess sometimes it's better to speak with those that are living." He nodded.
Ishtanballa Enitan flicked a glance to the tree, and then back to Hania before somberly replying, "You and I hear very different things."
Rather than investigate that further, he shoves the matter aside and focused on the stallion with the rather interesting talen. "Why? The dead must have seen so much more during their years of wandering. They must have so much to tell you." Pauses, then adds, "And they must be so grateful, to have someone to speak with. I imagine it doesn't feel so good to have words fall on ears that can't hear them." XxPrimevalPandaxX The white stallion nodded to him a bit thinking that could be the case, but he wouldn't know for sure. "They have, but it's a little heavy to hear their stories. Some are tragic, but not all. Sometimes I feel it would be more reassuring to just be one of them." He nodded and shook his mane a bit. "I suppose. I frequent the graveyards and talk to all the spirits. It's very interesting and I think you should go with me one day. Maybe the trees will tell you something about the graveyard. Since you talk to trees more right? I need to get back in tune with them." He nodded.
Ishtanballa "Trees in a graveyard?" How... intriguing. Such stories those trees would have to tell. He wondered, can they see the dead like his current companion? With roots feeding off the dirt that housed the dead, he couldn't see why not. "I think I would love to go on such a venture."
Not wanting to get a head of himself, he banked his excitement. "But first I must finish my current venture." XxPrimevalPandaxX “Yes why do you feel like the trees there won’t know anything?” He asked tilting his head a little bit at the stallion before walking on the path towards his most favored grave site. “Good because we will be going there shortly.” He told him, but then stopped. What current adventure did he have? “What adventure do you have going on now?” He asked tilting his head more as he looked back to the stallion with a blank stare.
Ishtanballa Enitan automatically fell into step being Hania, not even giving time to ponder if Hania were some serial killer off to lead him to his death. His ears swiveled, listening to voices only he could hear as he cheerfully hummed. So caught up was he, that he hadn't noticed that Hania had stopped. "Eh?"
Blinks his blue orbs owlishly. "I am searching for a home that desires my presence as much as I desire its shelter." XxPrimevalPandaxX “A home?” He tilted his head as he walked with him wondering if there was one he could even provide for him. The thought did run through his mind a few times, but he didn’t know if it was something he could suggest. “I don’t have a home myself. I have a family, but no set place that I call home.” He told him lightly as he walked with him side by side making sure he didn’t step too far ahead of him. “Do you want to share a place?” He asked curiously and didn’t really think it was weird or anything. Why would it be weird?
Ishtanballa Cocking his head, Enitan ponders the offer. It would certainly be better to have someone around that wasn't vegetation based. Especially someone as interesting as Hania seemed to be. "I think that would be just splendid!"
Obviously Ellial never gave his son the talk about being wary around strangers. XxPrimevalPandaxX Hania heard the male making him tilt his head more as he walked. “Good. Then while we are out we should try to find a nice suitable place for us both then okay?” He said to him smirking slightly. Yes Hania finally smirked. The first time probably in his entire life. It was weird that someone was bringing this out of him, but maybe it was for the best. He was tired of being seemingly cold and distant all the time. “Do you have parents? Are they well mannered like you?” He asked nudging Enitan slightly. For some reason he felt he could get away with doing that to him sometimes.
Ishtanballa "What kind of place would you like to live in?" inquired Enitan, his head still cocked slightly. He eyed the smirk, a grin tugging at his own lips as the smirk reminded him his other father, Zaitus. Growing up, he'd always felt as if there were a gap between him and his other father. As if maybe, Zaitus didn't want Enitan and his fathers. Still, he loved the other stallion.
"Four actually!" Enitan practically danced up to Hania's side at the thought of his family. "Two mothers, and two fathers! All very different," Nods "I also have two brohers." XxPrimevalPandaxX “It doesn’t matter. As long as it’s near trees or it’s near a grave yard.” He nodded to the stallion flipping his long mane over his other shoulder a bit. He listened more and was a bit taken back by what he mentioned. He hadn’t met anyone that was gay let alone raised by same gendered parents. “What a diverse family.” He said nodding to him a bit before flicking his mane back over his other shoulder again. “You’re the first I know of that has a family like that. Are you gay then or straight?” He asked tilting his head wondering what the stallion would say.
Ishtanballa "Has to have trees, I would get lonely without trees," murmured Enitan. The blue stallion found his gaze drawn to Hania's action, eying the long mane and the while streak. It reminded him of a powerful ray light piercing through darkness. Something that meant a great deal to Enitan as his world was made up of battles between such forces. "I am neither."
Flicking his long tail, Enitan nudged Hania in a friendly manner before continuing, "I will get where my heart leads me. I do not care about the sex of the person in which it chooses to make its home some day." XxPrimevalPandaxX “You have a very good way of thinking there. No one should be bound to loving someone simply because of their gender. Love is something that is deeper then the surface.” He nodded to Enitan before stepping into the dense forest with him. “I, sadly, probably sound like a hypocrite, but I only find stallions attractive. I have high respect for mare’s though because they bare children, but my heart will only go for a male.” He told him truthfully with a snort. “That is…if it feels love.” He said staring blankly into the distance still. “I haven’t felt love since my parents died. I wouldn’t know it if it did happen.” He nodded.
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