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 Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 9:13 pm
The spotted foal walked quietly through the dark woods. He hadn’t seen much of his sister even though they use to be very close in their youth. He didn’t mind the darkness for it was comforting to him and he didn’t understand why fully. He felt in tune with it and even though he didn’t quite understand why he saw and spoke to ghostly figures every now and then, he wondered if everyone could see the same thing he could. He supposed it made him unique, but he wished there was someone he could ask about it. All he had was his sister. He didn’t know if he had any other family out there at all.
As he continued walking through the darkness, his body gave off a faint eerie glow due to how dark it was out and how white his coat was.
Looking up at the moon through the trees, he let out a small sigh that could barely be heard even by him. Even though he was a foal, he didn’t act like one. He wasn’t playful, he wasn’t fun, and he didn’t really talk like other foals either. He was keen on thinking a lot about something before saying it or reciting a story of sorts. He loved a good story as long as it was true. He believed most stories had some truth behind it, but there were some that were complete lies. At least that is what he had learned from speaking with the white figures that he had been encountering on his travels. They seemed to be his only friends.
Still his mind remained heavy with the thought of what family he might have out there and if they were looking for him as well as Adalyn. He didn't know what to expect in the future either. Would his mother pop up? Would he see his father again? Would he even see anyone from his family ever again? He wanted so badly to see his mother again. It seemed like a dream that would never be fulfilled and the more he wished it the more lonely he felt. He didn't feel much else then loneliness and he knew it probably wasn't healthy for someone his age. He should be having fun and smiling. He didn't even know what a smile felt like. All he could do was stare. A blank emotionless stare that would give someone goosebumps.
As he finally tore his eyes off the sight of the moon, he continued walking.
Tonight he was going to actually find someone to speak with. Someone that could possibly be his friend and he wouldn’t have to feel so lonely. He didn’t know where to even start looking though, but that was all right because anything was better then being alone right now.
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2012 11:03 am
Even though Revenant knew she was safe, she had been taught to be ever cautious. Just because these lands were guarded by others of the herd and her family, shadows that remained unseen and rarely showed themselves without needing to, it didn't mean she shouldn't worry or be aware of others. In fact, the black, multi-winged soquili frequently found herself forgetting such rules in her excitement.
Today was one of those days.
Night had fallen early, as it always seemed to do this time of year. Revenant was unaware of any other life, and she too, preferred the darkness and shadow that covered the land. She had been born in darkness, and believed the night itself to have painted her so dark. Her hooves, eyes, and a few strands of hair were kissed with starlight and her chest was pale because of the dawn. The night had been unable to finish coloring her in properly, and so she was left partially faded. . . .
It was a beautiful story, albeit not at all true. On the one hoof, the young girl knew that she was black and white because of her father and mother, just as her siblings were. But she liked the story of the night, of the stars better. It was much more dramatic, and much more fun! And fun was something Revenant always tried to be.
Clumsily picking her way through the woods, headed in no particular direction, the young filly stopped now and then to look high up at the moon. The woods weren't as thick as they were higher up in the hills, but her family had moved south in to 'warmer' climates; she didn't know what a climate was, but the air was cold and chilled. Everything was black and white and grey, and Revenant could appreciate such things. It wast he only color and landscape she understood.
"It's just you and me, Night," she chirruped happily, her tail swishing with excitement behind her. Pale eyes were bright with joy as her wings flared now and then, ankle wings flapping with useless attempts to keep her body steady. Revenant came from a proud lineage, but was clumsy, terribl clumsy. While some might look at angeni as figures of grace, this young one was as far from the definition as possible.
Tonight was no exception.
Something strange had caught her eye, rounding a small bush. There was a flash of something pale, something delicate and white. She didn't get a good enough look to know what it might be, but instantly assumed due to its smaller size, was her sister. "Conduit!" She squealed, her little voice breaking the somber silence of the night. Taking off in a run, she did her best to catch up with Hania, completely unaware that her sister had not gone out exploring. "Wait for me----EEK!" She had tried to call out, but at the same time, her little hoof caught an upturned root. With a flare and flapping of countless wings, the dark coated filly took a nose dive and tumped head over hooves, a nearby bush breaking most of her fall.
Unfortunately though, it left the little one a bit dazed and surprised. Thankfully, she was used to falling, and wasn't often prone to tears. While she had scraped herself up a bit, and the bushes branches had been mostly broken due to her force, she felt all right. Sort of. If Hania Shen thought he'd been alone earlier, after the racket Revenant made in her fall, he'd have to be completely deaf to continue to believe it.
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