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 Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 11:04 am
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 11:26 am
Following the events of his mother and father’s settling down for the evening, Ramiel found himself awake and alert. More so than what he was used to. Normally he would have been settling down into his nest of moss, grass, flowers, and leaves, but tonight not so much. As his mother had taken to having him travel with her whenever she went off to see her friends and how they were doing on the eastern part of the Kawani, the drowsiness that accompanied their return was the norm. However, as he had gotten older, and his mother had allowed all of his siblings more space than before, he was more than inclined to explore on his own. During those times he never exactly wandered far, but it was enough to see what he needed to see.
Mother kept saying that their friendship with the clawed brother and sister was integral, as there were stories of a darkness looming on the horizon. But Ramiel never did hear specifics. His mother never provided details and he never asked. Nor did he have the desire to go against her wishes and ask her clawed and feathered friend. That said, now that he was fully awake during the upcoming nightfall, he did notice some changes. The air was colder, his fur was standing more on end than it would be normally with his electrically charged wings, and the area just seemed a tad more…off.
Tonight would be a night where Ramiel decided that he would have a keener eye on his home and surrounding area. There was only so much he could allow, would allow really. He loved his family. He loved his mother’s friends despite not knowing them terribly well. They made his mother happy and what made her happy, made him happy. Her and his sisters had always come first to him regardless of the fact two of the three could function normally. It was his middle sister who had no eyes that he was especially fond of. While she was just like the other two girls in his life, Ashni was a special case. The way he held herself despite being blind, and even finding love before him and Audra, made his heart warm. Ramiel missed the days when they were foals and he would tell them all stories of his travels.
He smiled softly at the memory as he made his way out of the immediate homelands and towards the outer layers. His home wasn’t large, but it was enough where he could get some quiet peace of his own without being interrupted by mother, fathers, and his other sisters. As his hooved gently crunched the leaves beneath him Ramiel’s mind wandered to other things, future things. What was life to bring him now that his family was settling down into a new routine with Ashni’s new mate? What was going to become of him? Audra? And his parents? It didn’t bother him per say, but it was a nagging thought in the back of his mind.
So, when he came to the cliff overlooking the vast river below, Ramiel fluttered his wings to allow a crackle of electric energy to glow. A warning to predators that he was there to run them out of town if they threatened him, and a welcome beacon to those who wanted some extra company. Ever the revolving door of his mother and fathers' herd land.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 3:08 pm
She had woken up early; it was not her usual way of doing things. She liked to sleep in until night was deeper upon the world, but she could not deny the beauty of dusk. The last rays of the sun upon the horizon caused the sky to be alight with a glorious range of pinks. Pink reminded her of another and a smile came across her countenance. Even though the sight before her was lovely, day did not call to her; it did not have the same lure as the night. The darkness itself was a mystery and one that would never be solved for that was the beauty of it. Darkness was her life.
Out of the darkness of Chaos there had been the start of life. Chaos was a beautiful thing. Many had negative connotations towards it, for how could disorder be beautiful? There was a place for order and disorder, although to Pnevma it seemed that disorder was in everything for order was just disorder in disguise. But people liked having the belief that they were in control, when in reality there was no such thing, for they had no say in the grand scheme of things. They lived, they died, and the nutrients from their decaying body would grant new life. It was a cycle, perhaps the only orderly thing in a disorderly world. And so the cycle would continue forever and until the world turned to doom and chaos once again.
As she had contemplated the disorderly nature of the world around her and how darkness seemed to be the most chaotic time of the day, time had passed. This had happened to her before, when she would become so wrapped up in her thoughts she would forget about the world around her. She had been attuned to the environment, but nothing had stirred to draw her from her contemplation. Now she stood in full dark, an owl hooted in the tree above her and took flight after its prey. The stars cast some light upon the earth, but her eyes were used to the lack of bright light and were able to see quite well in the shadowy woods.
Pnevma Akhlys began to walk, her steps cautious as she looked about her. The world was beautiful in its shades of greys, while many jump at shadows, she befriends them. Soon she had come to a large river, its rushing water quite loud to her ears that had tuned into the rhythms of the night. Something caught her eye upon the looming cliff above. A crackle and spark of something that seemed almost like lightning. Her pale blue eyes looked to the cloud less sky, and then back to the cliff top. Curiosity filled her, what had caused the spark she had witnessed?
Slowly she began to make her way up to the cliff, wondering if whatever caused the spark would still be there when she arrived. But she need not worry, she even at the distance she was she could still see little bolts of lightning flicker. So strange, but oh so fascinating as well. Finally she had reached the top and to her surprise it was a stallion that had caused the light flash. He had two great wings upon his back and her eight little ones fluttered in surprise. He was nothing like the other Day Walker she had encountered. But was he a Day Walker? It was hard to tell. There was only one way to find out.
“Hello Lightning Feather,” she cocked her head to the side as she said her greeting. He seemed the sort to have interesting stories to tell. Not that she would believe them, but they would be interesting to know just the same.
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2015 12:20 pm
Ramiel’s golden eyes flickered with quick surprise. He hadn’t expected company so soon. He turned his head to gaze upon his company, a short statured mare that blended in beautifully with the shadows of the nightfall. Non-threatening in vibe and a set of tiny wings settled comfortably behind her shoulders. Two sets of four wings, surprising and rare, it caught Ramiel off guard. Not in a bad way and in fact, Ramiel was quite intrigued. Where had she come from? What was her life story?
“Hello to you too Miss Nightwing. Are you enjoying this evening as well? I am finding this night quite pleasant and calm. Will you just be passing through? Or would you like to join me in watching the night pass by?”
Ramiel gave her a small, welcoming smile. Company from outside was a rare treat and he hoped she would stay a little while so he could get to know her better. His family never did travel far from one another, so meeting others besides those his family already knew was uncommon. However, he realized shortly after finishing his greeting he forgot to tell her his name.
Almost embarrassed at forgetting his manners Ramiel spoke again, “Forgive me, we are still strangers who do not know each other by name. I am called Ramiel.”
There we go. Crisis of lack of manners averted. His mother would be proud and not bash him over the head with one of her four powerful wings. Despite being shorter than him she could still pack a punch. No wonder his father, her mate, was caught under her spell so long ago. Free spirit or not, the angeni of lightning wasn't to be messed with when it came to manners and being a proper gentlestallion.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 10:12 pm
A small smile played upon her countenance when he returned her greeting of Lightning Feather in the form of Miss Nightwing. He was quite polite with his use of a title, never before had she been referred as a miss before. It was usually Pnevma, Akh, or Akhlys, never miss. She liked it. “I am very much enjoying this evening, the dusk revealed to me that tonight would be a clear night and quite pleasant as you have so stated.” She paused for a moment, if the night was to consist of talking of the weather perhaps then she could ask him how he bears lightning upon his feathers and does not burn, “I will accept your invitation, I usually spend the nights alone. Well as alone as one could get under the vast canopy of stars. Orion is my friend and so is Scorpius, although Scorpius has become dormant now that winter is soon upon us. So many stories my friends have. I like stories.” Pnevma turned her gaze to the sky and then back again to the stallion near her, perhaps he would think her crazy or a little eccentric. Most of those in her family had some eccentric tendencies, she was like her father at times and tended to see doom where others would see something else. It made life more interesting, she took each change that happened in stride and did not wallow about the what ifs, do or do not, the path will still unfold how it should have, for that was Fate or Destiny.
“Oh. It is nice to meet you Ramiel. I am Pnevma Akhlys, but you can call me Pnevma or Akh or even Akhlys if you so desire.” She did not even think him being rude, she would have been content calling him Lightning Feather. It almost made him like a character in one of the mythologies that she loved so much. He was like Zeus, the God of Lightning, with his fierce bolts upon his wings.
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2015 10:03 am
Ramiel’s ear perked forward at her name. It was quite pretty, if not fitting of the mare. She knew her mythology, the constellations at the very least, and he was quite curious on to how she learned how to know so much about the night stars. Well, he had to take back partially of what he had thought. She seemed to like the night. Felt comfortable with it until many others. He was one of the few who didn’t mind the night or day. He felt just as comfortable in the early morning and day as much as he felt comfortable in the early evening to the dead of night. His lightning provided him a path to live by, to thrive in. And he was comfortable with it.
“It is a pleasure to meet your acquaintance Ms. Pnevma,” he answered her, “feel free to stay as long as you please. I’m sure my family would not mind should they come upon you as well.”
Stories, she liked stories. He had a few that may or may not work for her. They may or may not peak her interest. As she liked the night sky and stars so much, maybe he could tell her the story of how his mother fell from the sky as a lightning child. And how she opted to stay in her soquili form instead of her human form once meeting the lightning god who bestowed upon her the power domain of lightning.
“They are quite lovely soquili, albeit different. Not in a bad way, mind you. My fathers are good gentlesoquili and my mother is rather, well,” he huffed a laugh, “she’s rather hyper most of the time. When myself and my siblings were born her mate was quite relieved to learn we took on more of his calmer traits than her rambunctious once. One of my father’s thinks it’s because we’re not pure lightning like our mother.”
Ramiel beckoned Pnevma forward to join him closer to the Cliffside, “what of you? Your family?”
He was genuinely curious about this mare. So different and unique. Granted, he thought everyone was different and unique but this mare, her wings fascinated him. How did she fly, if at all, with four pairs of wings? And if she didn’t fly, did she want to? Would she love to fly among the stars? Become a star if she could? The golden curls hanging loosely around her neck would be a perfect backdrop.
Ramiel internally shook his head, too early for those kinds of thoughts. But Zeus be damned if his mother wouldn’t be ecstatic if he brought a mare home to meet everyone. His sister Ashni had a mate, Audra was off somewhere living life to the fullest, and him? Well, he liked staying at home. A homebody if you wanted to call it something. But that still didn’t stop the mental image of his mother flipping in circles, literally, at a new face.
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2015 11:11 am
He was a curious stallion, were all Day Walkers like this or was she just lucky enough to encounter two of them who were fond of stories and the night? The other Day Walker had left many moon turns ago, they were still friends and he visited her and their daughters every so often. When her daughters had grown they had left her side and ventured out into the night, she was not entirely sure what they were up to at the moment, she just hoped they were having fun. Her thoughts came back to the Day Walker standing next to her and she smiled at his words, “Thank you. Usually I do not encounter soquili when I traverse their lands, for they are generally asleep. And it would be rude to bring them from the Realm of Dreams just to ask permission to walk across a land that would not have me for long. Did you know starlight is the perfect light to travel by? The path in the stars creates a path down upon the earth, and it will never lead you astray.”
Pnevma smiled at his description of his family, two fathers, a mother, and siblings. “Different is good. I like different, I’m different, you’re different, those who say they are not, are lying.” She did not know why people tended to use that word to describe those who were strange; it was those who called themselves normal who were the strange ones, for there was no such thing as normal. But she guessed it was just one of those times when soquili lied to themselves, unwilling to accept the truth. “Your family sounds lively, especially if lightening runs in your blood.” She cocked her head to the side studying the stallion, he was composed, almost like the calm before a lightning storm. He had the lightning blood, but it did not have the same lively effect on him as it did his mother. His mother was pure lightning, was she a goddess? Zeus’ daughter? Pnevma knew that Zeus had plenty of children from all his promiscuous activities with those of earth, but that would make the daughter only half lightning, not pure. Was there another lightning deity?
She did not believe Ramiel that his mother was pure lightning, it did not make sense, and seeing was believing to her, but it did make for an interesting story and she hoped that he would tell her more about it.
“My family? Well my mother was a Day Walker, she had captured the interest of my father and things happened. When my brothers and I were born, mother took one of them and left Moiraios and me with father. We do not know what happened to Erebos.” She shrugged her shoulders, “it does not matter. He is gone and that is it.” She looked over the cliff edge, “I have two daughters, also of the night, both have gone their separate ways now. Along with their father, who was a Day Walker like my mother.”
Her blue eyes caught him regarding her wings and they fluttered at the gaze, “They are a gift from my mother’s line, although hers were much larger than my own, or so I have been told by father. I can only hoover above the ground for a short amount of time, no long flights for me. But luckily my daughters were able to fly through the night sky upon their strong wings. What is it like to fly? To fly at night among the stars?”
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2015 8:44 pm
Ramiel’s eyes went distant for a moment, not completely glazing over as the memories of flight overtook his mind. What wasn’t to love about flying with the stars? To be in the middle of the twinkling suns, planets, and moons? To have your wings caressed by the black backdrop of space. It was a glorious feeling really. To feel freedom on an almost purely emotional and physical level. To not only have his wings caressed by the moonlight, but to bask within life itself.
In retrospect he found the ability to form words about how he felt almost impossible. But he tried. He wanted her to try and understand, and to feel it hopefully herself. Everyone should be able to feel the pureness of flight at least once in their lives, even if they didn’t have feathers to fly. So, with a contented look he tried to explain to her how he felt.
“The feeling is rather indescribable, so forgive me if I can’t formulate the right words for you. The ability of flight is an added bonus for freedom. It’s the idea of having another way to protect yourself, having a way to experience life, it’s rather comforting,” he gazed upwards towards the stars and continued, a soft wind running through his wings and between them.
“You not only feel free, but you feel at home. A serene calmness overtakes you. In some ways you feel as if you are capable of doing anything and everything. Nothing is off limits. Everything is possible. You realize when you’re up there that the world is infinite. There is so much more than this world that we live on. Other places that we could visit if given the capability. And it’s compounded even more when its night out. When you’re watching the stars above you, you realize that we’re just one place of many places. There would be so many other worlds and creatures out there. And you realize that you would love to visit those places one day. To create a new story, to create a new relationship with the others out there.”
Ramiel looked at Pnevma once more, excitement written over his face, “I mean, think about all the possibilities. All the things we could see, feel, and do. There’s so much that we don’t know about this world of ours, the universe as a whole. What if we could learn more about the hidden places of our existence? What if we could transcend everything around us and learn the truth of what it means to be alive? I think it would be truly a beautiful thing. Don’t you think?”
He realized then that he answered her questions and then some, and felt somewhat embarrassed at himself. But that quickly faded when he realized that it was honestly how he felt. And he doubted she’d be the type to judge him for it. Right?
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2015 8:03 pm
His words washed over her, it was a nice story that he told and the sensations he described sounded wondrous, but even though she wanted to believe him, it was not in her nature to not trust what she had not experienced for herself. Flight would be something she would never undergo for herself, so even if she could ask each person she encountered what the sensation was like, she would always take it as an interesting tale and never a truth. She did not do this to insult those with wings, it’s just she could not bring herself to believe in something she has not seen or experienced. The last part of his explanation confused her, she was not sure what he meant, she could not see how flying could open up the possibilities of the universe but she did not want to dampen his enthusiasm, he seemed so happy, so alive as he tried to describe the sense of flying through the clouds.
Even if it went against her every fiber of her being, she tried to understand something that she had not yet experienced, just so she could understand this blue sparking stallion better. Slowly she nodded, “Are you saying that flying could allow one to enter into a meditative like state and while in that state, one can transcend this dimension and perhaps enter into different worlds from there? It would be like the stories of the Enlightened Masters.” She looked at him and gave him a crooked smile, “or did I completely misinterpret the meaning of your words? I am not a flyer and I will never be, so it is hard for me to think in such a way. I do not believe in things that I have not seen or felt for myself. Experience separates fact from myth; I enjoy stories and thoughts of the day but I never take word as truth until I have seen it for my own two eyes.”
Pnevma looked out over the dark landscape, this way of thinking had caused lots of difficulty for her when she was young, she had known day existed but until she saw the first rays of dawn as a foal she had not known for certain that night truly ever ended. Perhaps she was hypocritical for she believed in chaos and disorder, concepts that were hard to see and yet were not hard to see. Certain things she knew to be true, even if they had no factual base, perhaps that was a result of her family line or perhaps it was not true at all but a belief. Her and her father both believed in the doom and the chaos of the earth and how it the world will inevitably return to darkness. With a mental shrug the mare accepted her hypocritical nature, could not be helped.
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2015 9:40 pm
Ramiel found himself chuckling lightly at her words despite himself, “My apologies, I should not be laughing. Rest assured I am definitely not laughing at you. Far from it actually. You’re the first one to see past the physical boundaries others think of when they think of flying. And you don’t fly yourself. Your mind, it’s quite beautiful really.”
He looked thoughtful at her, “you’ve thought about these types of thing a lot, haven’t you.”
It was more of a statement than a question and he wasn’t quite sure how she would take it. Not just his questioning statement, but also his thoughts about her mind. Hopefully she wouldn’t be offended. He strived to make everyone comfortable and protected regardless of who they were. Regardless of if they were male or female. Regardless of whether they had wings or not. Everyone was unique in their own way.
“You could say that it is like entering a subspace of existence. You know that you are there, but yet you are not. If you allow yourself to drift on a jet stream, to close your eyes and just exist, it’ll push you along and allow you to relax and find things about not only about yourself, but of others, of existence, as well. I would love to show you this for youself, if it were possible. Everyone deserves that chance, at least once in their lives.”
The lightning crackled softly between his feathers as his shifted them. Shedding a subtle glow between the two of them. Her hair, now that he got a better look at her, reminded him of the sun. Warm, inviting, and compassionate. It was nice, so different than his own. How had she come to have her beliefs? How had she realized that for her to be comfortable within her own life she would have to separate fact from fiction? He was genuinely curious. His father, his biological one, had told him that curiosity killed the cat.
But hadn’t luck brought him back? Ramiel didn’t feel like there was any exception to this rule. With any luck she would tell him some of her own stories. And maybe she could see more the world had to offer. Maybe he could show her more. Would she even be open to the idea? Was it too presumptuous of him to even think about that right now?
There was a reason the Gods had already brought this to the front of his mind this moonlit night. There was always a reason. They always had a plan. They always would. And that was okay with him. He wanted them to subtly push him in the right direction.
“If I could,” he chose his words carefully, “would you want me to try and find a way so you could experience this for yourself? Would you be open to the idea? I’m sure my mother would be able to find a way. She was always the stubborn one.”
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