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 Posted: Fri Sep 02, 2011 2:58 pm
(( PRP for Cabaret, owned by Darkmoon Dancer, and Alora, owned by Lonewolf_Eyes ))  For once in his life, Cabaret was enjoying the sunlight and gentle breeze from the ground. Well.... almost. He had managed to find himself a tree that could support his --though light for his size thanks to the Wind in him, he was still a regular sized soquili-- large weight. It was one of the largest trees in the area --one of the few, at that-- with giant branches that sprawled into the air as if they were reaching beyond reason itself. It's bark told of it's ancient age, dark and brittle-looking, yet hard and rough to the touch. It's trunk a good hide-behind for any playful foal, should it not be for the gnarly, knotted roots threatening to trip anyone within several running strides around it. But that wasn't of any concern to one that could fly.
Some nearby branches had been tucked away behind others to keep them out of his face and general way, so that there was a mostly clear giant branch that was supporting him. Two hooves on one side of the 'Y' and two on the other, he stood steady, even though most might have thought this mad. But Cabaret just smiled, head high to the sky, eyes closed and wings spread out but held flat so as not to catch the wind, but almost glide through it.
He sighed, content. The sunlight was warm on his face, and the breeze felt stellar as it gently ruffled his feathers and every so often made his wings bob on the larger passing gusts. Though this was no comparison to actual flight, he could definitely still stand here and enjoy this. After-all, like this he didn't actually have to look to see where he was going! Of course, that meant he wasn't going anywhere at all, but regardless, this was a pleasant pass-time for a warm summer's day.
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Posted: Fri Sep 02, 2011 8:52 pm
 Alora had seen the large tree from a hilltop and started her decent towards it. Such a large tree must be many centuries old an house many ancient spirits. She wanted to see it up close, nestle beneath its huge branches and perhaps even converse with a spirit.
Today the uni wore her unusual garb, items of the sangoma from her old herd. Bright butterflies fluttered led the way toward the tree, each giving off a slight glow, trail of colorful dust and the soft harmonious jingle of chimes. Around her body glowing blue wisps took momentary shapes of animals.
Though the day had a nice warm breeze that Alora enjoyed, she didnt show it on her face. She rarely smiled in content, the ability to show emotions erased by her experiences in her past. To much death, to much abuse. The slender mare followed the butterflies, finally reaching the base of the massive tree. She slowing picked her way over deep-running roots to avoid tripping before stopping. As the warm breeze rustled her mane, the mare closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. The smell of the world filled her senses. The scent of an ancient life, that has seen much in its long span even from its stable position.
The glowing spirits reached out from Alora's body, twisting around the branches above or the roots below, seeking any extinguished lives that might still lurk about.
Alora could detect the dead, but she clearly oblivious to the presence of the living. Her butterflies would find Carabert first, the jingling chime approached him slowly. A few daring insects danced around his legs and neck before a distant child's laughter echo'd through the area. It came from the butterflies, though it was hard to detect at first,and the sound made Alora snap out of her trance and turn her red eyes upward.
There, balancing on a branch, was a dark red feathered male. What an odd position for a soquili to be in, up a tree. It was the first she had seen of it, even for a wind and it caused her to raise a hidden eye brow. Did he know he was also a horse..? Or perhaps he was dropped as a basket and believed himself a bird. The mare shook her head. Perhaps he was a normal wind, who simply enjoyed being in trees.
What did she care anyway, where she came from males were dominant and being in such a situation had left its mark on her. Males were demanding, controlling and thought lowly of females. The males she had met anyway. Alora 'humph'd' softly under her breath, they didn't think so lowly of her when she was healing their wounds and saving their lives. Well, she didn't believe they should. Did she ever get a thanks? No, of course not. No females did, ever. If anything they would be punished for nothing. But she was overthinking. Alora took a deep breath, she had promised she would not judge others, females or males alike. Perhaps males weren't so bad away from her herd...
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Posted: Fri Sep 16, 2011 11:55 pm
He breathed in, and out. In and out. In and out. Long, drawn-out lungfuls made the wind cold, but refreshing, just the way he liked it.
Something touched his hock, and his tail flicked in response. There it was again, on his flank this time. 'A persistent bug, isn't it? Hmm. At least it's not biting,' he thought to himself just as the sound of laughter escaped the butterflies. His ears perked and eyes snapped open. Hooves staying put, he looked around him and saw nothing out of the ordinary until he realized that the butterflies that danced this way and that around him seemed to be leaving some sort of glowing trail behind them. Dust? Aura? Magic? He didn't know, but he was intrigued.
Sticking his nose out he bent his neck so that he could near the butterflies and take a closer look. Gentle though he was being, he had no idea how they would react, but he knew they didn't look normal. Best be a little more careful with things unknown.
A small sound below made an ear flick towards it. Soft rustles... had that been a hoof fall?
Tearing his gaze away from the mystical butterflies, Cabaret turned his head to where he could look down between the branches. To his surprise he found himself staring at a slim mare dressed in some of the strangest garb he had ever seen. Vague flashes of sands and distant places passed in his memory, but he didn't understand them, or couldn't quite place them... or something.
Giving his feathery crest a small shake, Cabaret whistled down at the mare below. "Ever climbed a tree?" His whistle was meant to draw her attention, not as a commanding call, so he applied a soft smile, teasing in a way, but in a well-meant demeanor. Right! The butterflies! "I think your butterflies like me."
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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2011 9:49 am
As the male stretched his neck out, a pink butterfly flitted and landed on his nose, gently flexing its tiny wings. Another child's giggle echo'd from the butterflies as a group and some of them settled on the males neck and back. Others continued to wind there way around his legs and body, as if in a playful game of tag.
Alora's ears snapped forward at the whistle, causing her to growl to herself. She moved herself into a better position to see him, tilting her head upward. She noted her butterflies had made quite the rest area out of his body, seeing this caused her to relax alittle. She was also intrigued by this, her butterflies had never associated with a male inside the herd. Bah. They were fools if they thought males outside were any different...
Alora gave a soft sigh. But her mother had taught her to treat all strangers with respect, that one day she might be surprised. The mare didn't believe it, but had promised her mother before she had been killed. Had she ever been up a tree? what kind of question was that? Did she look like creature that could climb a tree? She knew she was a horse and horses simply didn't belong in trees. Then again, he was a wind, half bird half horse. It would make sense for him to be in a tree...maybe. Birds like trees, so why not.
Alora's reply came slightly delayed, her mind busy analyzing why this soquili was or enjoyed being in trees. Her voice was gentle, smooth and slightly seductive. It gave no tones of sarcasm, or much of any emotion.
"No, i can't say I have ever been in a tree. I don't think the position would suit me, nor do I think it would be easy for me to get up in one..." She paused briefly before adding, " but it must have a decent view.."
There was the echo of laughter from her butterflies again. How odd they liked him. To Alora, it was a sign she could relax and make shelter under the tree for a night or two. She slipped off the okapi pelt from her back, careful not to disturb the skulls on her flank, and placed it on the ground near the base of the tree. Using her knee, the skull over her eyes came off easily and was placed upside down next to the pelt. With her garb removed, it showed off her painted markings, and her deep red eyes were more visible.
"Yes, it would seem they do..." This time, she couldn't hide the hint of curiousity in her voice. "They are spirits of children, who were killed at a young age and did not get to enjoy life. Now they were blessed with the bodies of enchanted butterflies, so they may fly free and enjoy what was taken from them. Why they chose to follow me...I'm not sure..." Alora tilted her head up. Maybe males outside the herd weren't like those in..."Children are symbols of innocence. It's innocence that makes them good at judging the ....good from the bad..."
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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2011 6:05 pm
The butterflies, as expected, felt so delicate as they alighted on the stallion that he hesitated to move at all. He slowed his breathing so that the one on his nose wouldn't get bustled about, as that wouldn't be very nice, now would it? They entranced the male, something that he could not say he had ever really experienced before. They were such innocent creatures, and yet the laughter still confused him. As far as he knew, butterflies could not make any noise at all, so why could these laugh?
His glance made it's way back down to the mare as she began to speak, to answer his question. Her voice was soothing, in a way, though if he were to be brutally honest, it felt to him like she was guarding something. He did not know the mare, surely, but he did not feel he was being threatening. Perhaps she had just never seen a soquili in a tree. Shrugging the thoughts off, he chuckled at her response. "Of course, of course. Hooves don't prove to be useful when climbing a tree. Suppose I wouldn't have an easy time climbing up here if it weren't for my wings." At which point he slowly stretched them out to their full extent, careful not to swat at any of the butterflies.
"The view?" A pause, as he turned his gaze back to the horizon. Yes, he loved the view, but this was nothing compared to what he saw when he flew among the clouds. "It's not that grand, I assure you. Climbing a tall hill will get you this view. I prefer the view from much, much higher." A small wink tossed in the mare's direction, playful at most.
He watched the mare as she removed her pelt and finally her mask, revealing the rest of her markings. They really did seem to be familiar to him somehow... No. He must have just met someone with similar war paint, or something. He didn't remember much from his childhood. He had been traveling a long time and it was all he knew now. Until he found a reason to settle somewhere, he would probably continue traveling for the rest of his life, but that was just fine with him.
He shifted his wings, one up, the other down, then switched, while she explained about the butterflies. Curious, he would say, because it made him vaguely wonder if all life would get to be reborn after death. He thought being a butterfly was a pretty sweet deal, so he definitely didn't dismiss the idea. Smiling at the playful insects, he took them up on a small flight. As gently as he could, he pumped his wings once, twice, until his hooves hovered a few feet above the branch he had just stood on. A slow sort of dance, he hoped to lead them on. Forward a little and then a loop upwards, before he circled the tree once, a second time as he twisted through the air, turning upside down then right-side up once more, and finally one last lap of the tree before he came back down to the ground. Landing a few respectful running strides away from the mare, Cabaret gently folded away his wings, tucking them into his side as well as he could.
Taking a few steps closer, Cabaret smiled at the strange mare and introduced himself, "Name's Cabaret."
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