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 Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 2:43 am
 Drashi stretched under the moonlight, it was strange to have a night off... but give the new protector recruits and novices he had more free time than before... plus, he was no longer working himself into the ground in the hope that he would self destruct.
Blue eyes looked up at the Moon. It was only a sliver in the sky, a wonky smile that he would have once considered to be mocking him. Now, things had changed.... no, everything had changed. He had changed. Arianna was gone, but that no longer weighed so heavy on his heart, he had found a glimmer of hope in Serenity and although she had disappeared he no longer felt quite so helpless, quite so worthless. Maion had become touched by Alignak, the added strength made the herd feel stronger -Drashi included. Things had calmed down, despite the deversation that had struck their neighbouring herd resulting in four deaths. Still, there was one thing Drashi still needed to do.
Rolling over and bringing himself to his four hooves his mind wandered to the son he had practically abandoned, sure Drashi was always around, always willing to help his son.... but there was something damaged between them, and even if it pained him to admit it Drashi knew it was his fault. Ariashi looked so much like his mother, even his name reminded Drashi of Arianna.... and that had caused a canyon to form between them. Perhaps now was the time to try and fix that.
He was nervous, his mouth dry. What would he do if Ariashi didn't want to get closer to him? He could hardly blame the boy.... but still, the very idea hurt. There was only one way to find out, and that was to try.
A soft determination spread across his features as he went in search of his son. A small fire of hope flickered in his chest.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 4:33 pm
Syaoran-Puu Sorry for the delay! ;0; RL just really slows me down. Am looking forward to seeing how this RP progresses though! <3
It was in his nature to be aloof, to be quiet, introverted, and thoughtful. Even as a young colt, a heavy sort of melancholy had lingered about his aura, a melancholy that only grew worse with the loss of his mother, brother and (in a sense) his father. Ariashi had always been a bit alone, both through circumstance as well as choice. Life hadn't been cruel to the golden stallion, not at all . . . . but it had been empty.
Oh, in part, that was his own fault. He could have made more of an effort to bond with others -- Maion, his own children, there were always younger faces to be found. But he didn't want other faces . . .he had wanted his brother, and his mother. Xanthus had always been a bit of a mystery to Ariashi, and his mother was just a passing memory - a mare who could vaguely recall if he thought long and hard about it. He remembered her scent, her smile. . . but that was it.
And then there was his father, Drashi. The stallion that had been so affected by the loss of his mate that he had seemed inconsolable. And while Ariashi didn't blame him for his response (he had been too young to really understand), he had been old enough to know that his father was no Maion. All Ariashi had to do was look around the herd and realize that with all the love and support to be found, the one stallion that he had so desperately wished to find was Drashi.
But time heals all wounds, or so the saying went. . . And Ariashi had grown up and accepted that his little family was quite unlike others. He was quite unlike many of those within Maiaon's great herd, and thus, he had removed himself with age. . . Or at least grown more reclusive. Thankfully though, when he wasn't roaming, he could be found in the woods, not far from the lake. Tonight was no exception, with the long haired stallion drinking quietly at the waters edge.
He was alone, as usual. The incredibly petite and delicate stallion was quite aware of Drashi's approach, though he made no move. An ear twitch, but it was only as the other truly bridged the distance that he finally finished his drink and raised his head. Dark amber eyes regarded the figure, his expression endless calm, and yet quite devoid of any particular feeling. Color wise, the two looked as different as night and day, just as Drashi was large, Ariashi was petite . . delicate. He did indeed take after his mother in physical aspects, but there was no denying he was Drashi's son.
The golden stallions head wings flared a bit as he watched, waiting to see if the other was seeking him out or would merely pass by. It was quite possible he was making rounds. There was no reason to disturb the peace if that were the case. . .
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2012 1:44 am
Drashi didn't have to look for long to find his son, while on his rounds he always noticed Ariashi's tracks and presence in this area though usually avoided disturbing him... how foolish of him! What wasted time, if only he had seen it earlier.... perhaps his son's eyes wouldn't seem so devode of emotion?
"Ariashi...." he started, before hesitating... what exactly was he going to say? He had been so worried about finding his son that he hadn't got far enough to contemplate the words he needed. He felt out of his depth. Always the careful one, the one insisting that everyone THINK before they do.... yet here he was; standing without a plan. "Eh...."
Drashi fell into silence, an awkward moment played between them -or at least that was how it felt to Drashi- as his mind whirled and swirled with ideas of what to do. Only one solution seemed to spark any sign of possible sucess.... the truth. He held his breath for a moment as he bullied himself up for the moment, the truth was always hard to say in situations like this. "I'm sorry Ariashi. I should never have abandoned you for so long." He meant every word, and the sadness his heart felt shone through his eyes.Uta Sorry hun! Been chaos in RL lately. Sorry for the short and crappy reply..... but tag.
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 9:36 pm
((No worries m'dear! *fluffs* You are one busy lady, I promise I'm patient. I'm just glad to get to RP with you again. <3 ))
There was surprise when Drashi stopped and called out his name. The golden stallion hadn't exactly expected his father to linger, and certainly couldn't fathom what he might desire. There really was no reason to come visit - it wasn't as if either of them were sick, or ill, or . . . in need of the others presence. Really, he hadn't a clue, but he wouldn't be so disrespectful as to just gawk.
Dipping his head formally in greeting, he treated his father as he would any within the herd. A quiet respect, but a detachment all the same. Drashi was his father by blood, and he never said ill will against him, but . . . .the relationship was only skin-deep. He was truly just another stallion in the herd, a guardian, a protector . . . . No more, no less.
The awkwardness between them was felt readily by Ariashi. There was a moments confusion, and he almost prompted his father to speak when the pale stallion made his admittance. He was . . . sorry? The golden stallion's headwings flared for a moment, belying the melancholy calm that was his default expression. Still, his gaze narrowed ever so slightly, as he grappled with this admission.
How . . . . how did Drash expect him to respond to that?
Though he saw the sadness in hsi fathers gaze, recognized it, it was difficult for Ariashi to really . . . believe. After all these years, after an acceptance of his mother and brothers loss, of his father's grief, of . . . living a detached life to the rest of the herd, Ariashi had come to a slow acceptance. This was how his faimly was, dysfunctional, broken, but . . . it was his family nonetheless. Drashi would never be like Maion was with his children, like he had witnessed other families. But it was the way it was. If Ariashi had wished for an apology, for something as a colt, he had grown out of it with age and maturity.
"There's no reason to apologize." He spoke calmly, deciding that practicality was the better route to follow. What else could he say, anyway? "I . . . know life hadn't been particularly kind to you with . . . her loss." He stated, not quite willing himself to name his mother. The mother that hadn't wished to stay, that hadn't wished to be a part of his life. His tail flicked idly, and he lowered his gaze, not wanting to look upon his father less he . . . say something he might regret.
If this is what Drashi needed to confess, to admit, to ease his conscience than so be it. But if he expected something to change, it wouldn't be quite so easy.
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2012 12:18 am
Drashi watched as the golden stallion, that looked oh so much like his mother, stood considering his words. For a moment he could have sworn that he spied a different expression upon his son's face.... the soft indifference replaced by mild surprise and confusion. It had Drashi wondering... was he being too selfish? Sure, he really did want to make up for his past wrongs, something that would take far longer than this conversation to heal... but did Ariashi want such a thing? He grit his teeth slightly for a moment as he waited for a reply.
When the reply finially fell upon Drashi's ears he couldn't help but see each word as an excuse, an excuse for his own actions summoned by a colt who must have felt abandoned by everyone and everything since his birth. Unwanted. While that wasn't completely true, for Drashi did love him in his own twisted way, Drashi couldn't help but accept that he hadn't been enough, hadn't done enough... hadn't been good enough. Yet beyond that, he heard something else in the boys voice, something that tore even deeper at Drashi's heartstrings. He spoke without hesitation, though perhaps he should have considered his words more before voicing them. "I miss her too." He wasn't sure how much Ariashi remembered of his mother, but the tone and wording told him what he needed to know.
Of course, Ariashi was no longer looking at him... and Drashi felt stuck. What next? His mind whirled with several ideas but nothing seemed to feel right. Which meant that he was left with one option, to try and show his son that he really was interested in him, that he really did care. For that reason he cleared his throat and spoke, "What have you been up to?" He smiled softly in his son's direction, but had to wonder if he should maybe move closer... Drashi knew that other families embraced each other easily and freely, that they hugged and kissed as easily as it was water. That, however, was not his relationship with Ariashi... and part of Drashi knew that that would likely never be on the cards for either of them.
Part of Drashi wanted to give up, to claim that he tried but that it was hopeless... but he was stubborn, and that stubborn determation wouldn't let him simply walk away now.Uta I FOUND IT! XD *chuckles*
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2012 6:26 pm
Syaoran-Puu ((Yaaaay~! Father & son time ftw. . .even if it is all sorts of awkward.))
But, no family was the same, and theirs had always been a different one. Drashi had felt just as abandoned by her, as Ariashi had. And with the loss of his twin, his world had fast become an empty and lonely world. Perhaps that's what attributed to his melancholy, but his already pensive nature had meant he'd had to adjust, to accept, and to realize that some things would never change.
Unfortunately for Drashi, he was the only parent in his life. And any feelings had about his mother remained hidden and unspoken. If the herd thought him on guard around his own father, it would have been a million times worse around Arianna. Unfortunately, the white and grey angeni was the one to receive the most of Ariashi's hurt. It was only natural, though Ariashi did desperately to forgive, understand, and accept how things happened. It was just difficult, especially in Miakoda where so many families were so obviously close. To say Ariashi hadn't once been, for a long while, jealous of some of his cousins and herdmates would be a lie.
But that felt like a long time ago. . . .and there was nothing to do now but move on and accept. They would never be that sort of family. So, the stallion said nothing. What could he? To bring up her would only upset Drashi, and he'd been upset and hurt by that loss for as long as the golden angeni could remember. They had both been betrayed by her, but . . . . perhaps they had both dwelled on the past far too long.
Maybe that was the problem.
When Drashi changed the subject, he did glance back to his father. What had he been up to. . .? "Oh, not much I guess." He'd been trying to figure out where he stood with Babette, but that had been more confusing and frustrating than actually productive. And he didn't dare fess up to his feelings, lest she . . .spurn him. "I've considered doing some exploring with a friend, but . . . she's not exactly the most dependable when it comes to her time." He shrugged nonchalantly, dismissing Babette's behavior. It was what he was accustomed to, grown up with.
". . . what of you?" He quickly changed the subject, not wanting to focus on his failures. He wasn't like his brother, wasn't trained as a guard or warrior. He was too small, too weak. The fact that his friend towered over the petite angeni was . . . discouraging. He was more of a scholar anyway, interested in studies and learning than battle. But he still felt like a bit of a failure compared to Drashi the guard, and even his own brother, whom had returned to study under the stallion.
. . . he just couldn't seem to compete.
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