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 Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2012 3:11 pm
This is a private RP between my Cain and x blame it on the --- x's Al Sa'd Al Matar. No posting without permission or I skin you. 8D  
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2012 3:54 pm
As the moon climbed towards its highest point a dark stallion lifted his head. He had been sleeping curled on the ground with his muzzle tucked under his wing to fend off the bitter cold. His cloth wrap helped some but still the ever dropping temperature of the night had stirred him from his slumber. He looked around and in the pale light offered by the moon he could make out his mother, sister and nephew all standing next to each other for warmth. Cain snorted to see them; his breath formed a fog around his nose before fading away. He had not been invited to join them and instead had to endure the cold on his own.
Horses were typically herd animals. Nature had made them that way. Magic seemed to have changed that, or at least that was how Cain perceived it. Without sentience he doubted that his mother would favor one child over another as she did and he couldn't believe that mundane horses would shun their kin just because of the color of a coat. A deep frown formed on his dark face, it was an expression so common on Cain's face that he knew one day he would have wrinkles from it. The reason for this was not that he was cold and alone but because his mother was pregnant again. Would she have two children like her first coupling produced or three like her second? Cain couldn't be sure but one thing was certain, whatever happened his life would be changing the only question was; how?
With a great effort Cain moved his stiff and frozen limbs until he was able to push himself upright. He needed time to think and, since he couldn't imagine a scenario in which he might be missed, Cain decided to go for a walk. He wound his way through the dusting of snow that covered the grass as he headed towards the mountain forest. It would take him a day or two of constant travel to reach the border so it wasn't an actual destination but it guaranteed that he would at least go in a mostly straight line as he thought.
What if, he thought to himself. What if the foals turn out to be just as perfect and light as the rest of his siblings? Even those with dark hair were given more attention than he was. If they had light pelts he was certain to be pushed even further away. Not by his siblings, perhaps, many of them were still relatively kind to him, but what sort of life did he have when his own mother cared not for him? He was probably lucky that she hadn't starved him by refusing to let him suckle, his mane and wings had probably saved him from such a fate.
Cain paused his progression. Everything was becoming slightly blurred at the edges. He blinked a few times and was surprised to feel something as warm as summer sunshine roll down his cheek. It left a cold trail and it didn't take Cain long to identify it as a tear. He snorted and kicked at a loose stone. Thoughts of his mother had brought him to tears and with that realization he suddenly found it very difficult to make them stop.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 6:44 pm
 She loved the night time. When the stars were bright above her, and the moon shone so brightly that it made her feel as if she was glowing herself. She smiled up toward the stars, her eyes bright, before she shifted forward slowly along the snow covered ground. She enjoyed the day, but honestly, the night was so much better. She loved it so much. She couldn't help it. She smiled a bit, letting her ears flick slightly. Shaking her head, trying to get some warmth into her body, her hair shifted along her features. She breathed out lightly, her breath visible from the cold. She had to find something to do. She couldn't just continue to wander around lightly. After all, she had been wandering for days, following the stars. But she still wasn't sure where she was going; what she was doing. She sighed softly, before shaking her head. Matar let her eyes flicker, before she walked quietly forward, her hooves pulling up the soft snow that wasn't yet stuck to the ice below.
She sighed lightly. Matar was bored, honestly. She looked up toward the stars, before shaking her head some. Why couldn't she read them tonight? Were they just.. ignoring her today? Or was she off her game? She frowned, narrowing her eyes for a moment, before lowering her head, hair falling once more into her face. She wasn't sure what to do. She blinked, looking around, before her eyes locked on something dark ahead of her. She tilted her head quietly, letting her eyes drift along his features. He was dark colored, and his golden hair seemed to shine in the bright light of the moon. She grew curious about him, her head tilting lightly to the side, her ears perked up to the sky as she observed him. Moving quietly forward, Matar stared curiously forward.
Confused, she tilted her head as she moved quietly forward and toward the stallion. Matar let her eyes flicker up toward the stallion, before she paused. Was he okay? She tilted her head curiously, before moving forward again, her hooves brushing against the ground almost silently. Her ears flickered lightly, before she looked over to the side, and then straight toward Cain, her tail flicking lightly. She glanced up toward him, ensuring that she would be visible to the stallion, not wanting to startle him or make him feel as if she was following him. A curious look crossed her face, before she paused, and tilted her head toward the side, eying him. He was crying... And she was curious why; though it was rude to just out and ask. So instead, Matar just let a small smile shift over her features, and nodded her head lightly to him. "Good evening." She said, letting her eyes shift along his features once more.
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2013 4:55 pm
Cain struggled to bring himself under control once again. It wasn’t like him to feel this way. Actually it wasn’t really like him to feel anything but a general disdain towards the people around him and his life in general. In a strange way it was that same disdain and lack of feeling that had brought on this sudden surge of emotion. Or, perhaps, it wasn’t that strange at all. As he fought with himself Cain found that he kept hearing something. It sounded like there was someone approaching but that didn’t make sense. It was late and the night was freezing, no sensible creature would be out and about. And then, sure enough, Cain noticed another horse standing before him.
Cain blinked. For the briefest of moments he wanted to believe that this was some phantom of his mind and not some silly mare witnessing his rather pathetic condition. Nothing would let him believe in the fantasy. Her breath was visible on the air just as his was and certainly a creation of his mind would have been somewhat fairer and more angelic. She was fair enough in the sense that she was light in color. She was all white and pale gold and orange. Cain imagined that even his mother could appreciate such coloring. The mare even had feathers and just a touch of darkness. All things considered she would likely be more readily accepted into his family than he was. However, there was still just something keeping her from being a true beauty as he knew it. Perhaps it was her silly hat or maybe the unusual necklace with cow spots she wore.
In the end her appearance and rather solid and non-imaginary state didn’t really matter. What mattered was that Cain found the ability to instantaneously pull himself together upon the mare’s arrival. By the time she spoke the tears in his eyes had dried up with only the wet, and chilled, paths on his cheeks to show that they had ever been there to begin with.
“Evening?” He asked skeptically eying the inky sky. The word hardly seemed appropriate considering that they were likely far closer to sunrise than to sunset. “I think you’ll find that the word you are looking for is ‘night’ and I can’t see what makes it good. Bitingly cold, probably, but good?” Cain snorted at her. It seemed that in this way he was exactly like his mother, sister and nephew. When dealing with others their favorite hobby seemed to be finding faults in them before picking at them mercilessly. It was a decent enough hobby. Why look at your own problems when you could have fun making sure others noticed their own?
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 7:25 am
The mare's ears flicked lightly back when the stallion focused his piercing gaze at her. It was almost intimidating. Matar had never been looked at like that; like every small feature she held was being analyzed. And for a moment, it intimidated her. But, she pushed the thoughts aside; pushed the feelings. No one could make her feel smaller than she allowed. And Matar was a very confident mare. She knew that she could fulfill anything she wanted to; she would just have to work toward getting it. The mare tilted her head toward him, her own eyes locked on his face. Those were what she knew well of. She had cried before, and seen others cry. She knew about tears; and the stallion had been crying. She decided to ignore it for now. After all, she didn't want to insult the stallion.
It took a few seconds, before Matar realized what it was was going on. She felt her ears perk up toward the stars. What? His voice was deep, and almost soothing. But due to the tone, and the person speaking as he was, Matar didn't let the voice affect her any. She tilted her head toward the side, before letting her eyes flicker up toward the sky as well. Yes, it was dark, and cloudy, with slight stars peeking out here or there when there was a small break in the darkness. Yes it was so cold that it made the mare shiver, but she didn't mind. She liked the cold. She liked the snow and seeing her breath in the night air. She thought of it as almost beautiful. She let her eyes slowly lower to stare at the stallion once more. Hm? Well, he had a good point. Tilting her head to the side, she let a half smile move onto her features, before her features went back to a somewhat natural expression that featured her well.
"I suppose you're right..." She mused, nodding her head. She glanced at him, before staring quietly. "There's nothing wrong with the cold, you know. A lot of people adore the cold." Nodding her head some, she eyed him quietly. She wanted so bad to ask about the tears, the crying, the emotions behind them. But, instead, she held it back, and just watched him quietly.
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 7:55 am
She agreed with him, just like that. No conviction, he thought to himself eager to criticize her over practically nothing. Well, perhaps some conviction, she seemed happy to maintain that there was good to be found in the night. Cain was happy to disagree with her. "And those people live in the highlands." He snorted looking away from the mare. He found his gaze fixed on the peaks in the distance, it hadn't been intentional but it seemed appropriate. "I doubt even they would take kindly to this kind of chill, though. The kind that sinks into your bones and doesn't let go." He sneered at the mare. "I'd like to see you find any soquili that likes this kind of cold."
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2013 8:50 am
Al Sa'd al Matar's ears snapped up. She looked toward him with bright eyes, lingering for several seconds, before tilting her head to the side in a curious manner. The way he spoke... it sent a chill through her body; colder than the winter night's air. The mare let her eyes lower for a moment, staring down onto the snow covered ground, before she lifted them to peer at the stallion once more. He obviously detested the cold... And despite Matar's optimism, she found it hard to continue it. Though, her eyes lingered for a moment on the ground, she lifted them to the sky for a few seconds, staring at the stars that glinted through the clouds. Every now and then, she caught a small glimpse, and as the time passed, she eventually looked back toward the stallion, staring at him with bright eyes.
"I like it." She stated, her voice strong, unwavering. She gave him the smallest of smiles, before nodding her head curtly at him, and let her tail flick behind her. Her muscles gave a small quiver, almost as if they were trying to shake off flies, but then stilled easily. She nodded at him lightly, before moving forward some, peering up at the sky once more, before letting her eyes gaze toward the trees. Rearing up carefully, she balanced herself, before nipping at some of the bark on a higher up branch. She lowered herself, turning her attention back to the stallion, her eyes locked on his dark form once more. "My name is Al Sa'd al Matar... Though everyone just calls me Matar.. And your name, sir?" She asked, voice now holding an almost gentle tone.
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2013 9:26 am
Cain just blinked. He found that he couldn't bring himself to do anything else. He had imagined that the mare would admit that she was being foolish and then drop the subject. In a best case scenario she would have left. Instead she boldly proclaimed that she liked it. Slowly his gaze traveled over the mare as he tried to think up an appropriate response that could still get her to leave him. Then he saw it, the perfect come back: she shivered. He smirked and turned his head away to use his long, flaxen mane as a shield for his face. He would play along with her little lie for now. Games weren't his traditional style but in this case he could benefit from the ridiculous lessons of his nephew. He would make her admit that she disliked the cold before sun up.
Fixing his usual uncaring expression on his face he turned back to find the mare moving off. For a fleeting moment he thought that she was leaving but he wasn't so lucky this night, she was only after the bark from a tree. He wrinkled his nose, even dried grass was better tasting than tree bark. He shook his head sending long ripples through his mane and chills down his spine as the chilled ends hit him upon his chest. Long hair was not always as beneficial as some assumed. As his mane settled he met the mare's gaze and held it as she spoke. Her eyes were almost as dark as his coat.
Al Sa'd al Matar. He snorted, what a strange name she had. It worked well for her. He hadn't missed the way she softened her tone, almost like a mother trying to talk to an upset child. Cain wasn't amused and even considered denying her an answer . That wouldn't do though. Games had rules and one rule for this game would be 'don't chase her off until you have won.'
"Cain." He replied sounding hopelessly bored. Perhaps this was because he was hopelessly bored. Cain might have had an activity for the night now but he simply didn't get the pleasure of playing these sorts of games like his nephew did. "Now, let me ask you something, Matar, are you from these parts or do you come from somewhere else?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2013 4:15 am
She smiled lightly, watching the stallion with curious eyes. Mara shifted a bit in the cold, her eyes flickering up toward the clouded sky. She still couldn't make out any of the stars... A frown formed on her features for a few quiet moments as she tried to calculate what she could do. Obviously it would take her some time to be able to figure it out; and being in the company of such an intense stallion wasn't the time to do so. Shaking her head some, causing her hat to flop a bit, Matar lowered her eyes and glanced at Cain once more. She stared for a couple quite moments, before letting a half smile shift over her features. She was cold, to be honest, but she wouldn't tell him that. She did enjoy the cold as well. But this type of cold was bone chilling, and she wanted nothing more than to travel somewhere warm and curl up. If she could find a fire somewhere... Shaking her head of the thought, she focused once more. Best not to get lost in her fantasies.
So his name was Cain. It was suiting, she would imagine, though she wouldn't question it. Matar let her eyes linger on the stallion, before her ears perked up something as he stated her name. She smiled toward him, before shaking her head slowly, her tail flicking in response to the question. "No. I travel around a lot. I just happened to be in this area tonight." Best not to mention the stars, she imagined. Most people stared oddly at her when she said they led her to places, told her what to do and where to go. Honestly, it was relaxing not having to deal with those choices... though that could just be her being mental. Frowning at the thought, she shook her head again. She was doing that a lot lately, and focused once more on the stallion. "What about you?" She asked, her voice curious. She had thought she saw other horses around these area a few days ago, but she wasn't certain. She could have been easily mistaken, after all. Tired eyes do play tricks on people.
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2013 9:26 am
"A wanderer." It was a simple statement but it came out of his mouth with a certain kind of disdain. It wasn't that he hated the idea of traveling. It was simply that those that spent their life always on the move seemed to be a bit softer in the head. This mare seemed no different. At least she wasn't the gruff wandering warrior type, a small favor. That kind was lacking in all areas. "I should have known. I live not far from here with my family." He nodded his head looking rather proud of himself. He might have been the black sheep of his family but they were still better than the majority of the soquili roaming the lands. They were especially better than the ones that spent most of their time roaming. Like her. A smug sort of smile settled on his face as he looked her over again. Perhaps his mother might appreciate her look more than his but she would never be part of his superior blood line.
His feeling of superiority dissolved as he suddenly remembered that he was supposed to be proving a point and that point was not that he was better than her. That was already well established even before they met. He needed to focus on making her admit that she was cold. How though? He could always just beat his wings and stir up a wind until she started crying about it but that was a little to obvious...and juvenile. Taking her on a long walk was another option but that would take a while. Then there was always the tried and true method...
"Matar, if you wandered your way out here than you must be thirsty, right? I know a little brook nearby if you would like a drink." The water would almost be as cold as ice at this time of year. He could wait for the bitter air to freeze her from the outside but it would be easier to chill her insides and let it make the air's job easier.
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2013 1:55 pm
Matar blinked at the sentence. Two words. She almost felt as if he was judging her on it. Looking down toward the snow, she frowned some. She generally didn't talk this much to strangers. And it was odd. Her heart thumped hard against her chest as a sort of anxiety set into her system. She had no home, so there was no where for her to settle; hence the wandering. She didn't want to settle into an area where she would be miserable and alone. At least while she walked the world, she knew that she could meet other people and find things out, learn, anything. She needed to do anything to keep her mind off the loneliness in her heart from her missing family. She knew she had one, she could feel it. But she also knew that there was no way that she would be able to find them... But just trying was helping her to keep somewhat sane.
So Cain did have a family. She marked that in her memory for later use. Matar was curious about families. She had often times observed them working together. It was interesting to her, and she wanted to learn and, honestly, figure out how it felt. She was lost in her own slight day dream, that she didn't notice when his body practically changed emotions suddenly. The mention of being thirsty brought her mind back to the real world. She blinked at him, staring for several moments, before nodding her head. If it wasn't for Cain mentioning it, she wouldn't have even thought about being thirsty. But the mention of it, it made her mouth feel dry. She let a small smile shift onto her features as she nodded. "Yes. I suppose that would be a good idea." She said, flicking her tail before tilting her head to the side. "Lead the way, Cain."
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