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 Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2006 10:52 am
She was a mare without purpose; she was broken. She blamed her meeting on a stallion, a pureblood alicorn, called Artemis Entreri. Not only had he played back on her "game", he had pulled her in, pretended to like her (somewhat) and then crushed her, hard. He stabbed her torn heart over and over with his sharp horn, a mental feeling that was a continuous emotion; one that would not leave her alone. She hated this feeling with a passion.
This feeling--this... sentimentality...--that batted at her like a fly that was too wanting of the taste for blood. Her muscles felt sore; had she really been flying so long? And yet, she could not move her legs to allow her to lay down, to rest, to sleep. Nothing as of late seemed to turn out for the good for her... and she was stuck with this silly hope, that there would be one stallion out there that wouldn't mind her... herself... or anything else otherwise.
She knew that as soon as she saw black, looking up (strange, she could still move her head and neck?) to see the flitting stars slowly being covered by drifting clouds, seen only by the floating, half silver moon. She wondered where she was; a thought that hadn't occurred to her until now. She wasn't anywhere near her home; she had flown hard and fast away from Artemis Entreri; away from her problems. Yes, she knew she was running away; not that it mattered. She looked down again. Would this feeling ever go away?
Somehow, she knew it never would. And in her deepest heart of hearts, she hoped it would always stay...
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2006 1:03 pm
Night had fallen hours ago, and though the male had no real reason to be walking silently along the forest, he found strange peace in doing so; it was in these hours, after the sun's rays could no longer filter themselves through the canopy above him that Shinzu finally felt safe enough to come out of hiding. In fact, it was only during night time that he ever wandered out of the thicker parts of the forest... it was only then that he dared venture the clearings the forest offered, or the meadows beyond the limit of the trees.
This time however, his objective was not to run across a meadow (something he was rarely ever seen doing even despite his love for running; the idea of someone spotting him terrifying him enough to divert his attention to other things), but rather, a certain crystal clear lake that he knew resided deep within the heart of the forest. Not many creatures liked to take this hour to roam the trees, and those few that did; the owls, the mice, amongst other nocturnal animals, seemed not mind him or his demonic appearance. Thus so, he'd always felt more at home during the sleeping hours.
The sun was frightening, the light was terrifying, for it was able to illuminate his form whenever he wished to hide; it was hard to keep himself merged with his surroundings when the sun bathed him... it was a scary time of day. The kalona had always preferred night because of this; his coat was easily blended into the shadows the trees projected, that dark greys and blacks concealing his form from view, making his pale blue form resemble that of a phantom or ghost more than a horse. It was... a relief for him to know he looked more like a spectral form than a living one, surreal amongst the shadows.
He did feel lonely however.
In fact, he'd felt the grip of solitude for quite a long time now; those few he'd ever stumbled upon either had a sneer to share due to his tastes and personality tidbits, not fitting for a kalona to have... or they'd so much as look at him and run away in fear without a moment to spare, judging the metaphorical book by it's cover. It was mostly this notion that had determined the Kalona to 'fancy up' his exterior in some way, hoping that by doing this, it'd somehow make him look less like the demon others thought he was, and more like the soul he knew he had. He'd taken up plucking flowers carefully with his mouth, placing them here or there on his form, tail and mane; they never lasted too long and had to be replaced often, but the flowers had always given him some sort of sense of security, much like night did. They allowed him to show something from within on the outside, or so he hoped.
It was actually due to these flowers that he found himself walking slowly, languidly, towards the lake; he wanted to get a good glimpse of those that escaped his vision... those that he knew were settled neatly around his horns, atop his head and along his mane. So determined was he that the moment he entered the clearing, the first thing he did was trot up to the water, gazing at his figure reflected upon the crystalline surface; he totally missed the fact there was a wind mare bare few meters away from him. that is of course, till he idly noticed a yellow form that lay reflected upon the otherwise dark surface of the lake.
Instantly, the stallion's head snapped up, his eyes falling upon Shimshek as he took a step back; oh no, here it came, he thought idly, she was going to either freak out and run for the metaphorical hills, attack him or snort at him. Shinzu did not know which would've been worse, actually, and had he had the courage, he'd have taken another step abck and would've vanished into the thicket, however... his feet seem rooted to the stop, an effect most females had over him, for you see... this kalona feared females the most, above all other things; the look of disgust so many had given him marked within his mind. His ears flopped back as his muscles tensed, looking like he was either ready to accept an assault, or ready to run for the woods; either way, the movements and the way he acted was no where near what any Kalona would've done. That, and the fact flowers adorned his body and frame seemed to lessen the idea of him being 'evil' in any way.
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2006 1:20 pm
She didn't even notice she had company until a bare five minutes later, when the reflection of a blue--quite blue... and... flowers?--appeared on the lake in front of her, and thus, she turned to see who it was that dared watch her in the worst state she'd ever found herself within. And she saw a stallion... a kalona, from the looks of it, and immediately, she straightened. Was she to speak first? He seemed nervous to her, somehow; the moon's light was dim, so she couldn't tell, but, judging from his behavior, he was an unusual specimen for his species.
"Are you here to take me to my death?" she whispered, knowing what the kalonas ate. She wouldn't mind; he was handsome; he seemed to glow before her in an ethereal light... though the flowers somewhat threw aside his elegant image. Sort of. "...it'd be much appreciated." She turned away to once again look at her reflection. "But... may I ask, are you an apparation of my imagination? Only in my dreams have I seen such as you..." She had met few kalona as it was, and from what she'd seen, they were beautiful creatures, albeit... cruel. But she knew there were some who were exceptions to the rules, just like the Winds, and the Unicorns, and the regular Soquili.
She wanted to laugh at his amusing appearance with the flowers; what stallion would indignify himself to where blossoms like those? But they fit him well, strangely enough. She turned once again to look at him. "If you're not an illusion... what's your name?" She found that she needed conversation to keep herself distracted. This handsome (blue...) kalona stallion came at about the right time, for she would have thrown herself into the water a few minutes later had he not. She didn't want to appear unregal (as she always that she had) but what more could she say? Or do, for that matter? "...I'm Shimshek."
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 12:48 am
The stallion's ears flickered oddly, as if he were unsure if he should pay attention to her or his surroundings; it took him a few moment to decide to pay full attention to the mare, at which point he lowered his neck slightly, his pose still visibly nervous as he narrowed his purple hued eyes, "Death?" a long pause followed after he'd offered her the sole word; his voice was a whisper, a breeze, much like ice, or like a wintery breath of air, melodic yet cold, "Aren't you already pretty much dead?"
His words may have seemed cryptic, but the male though shy, had observed her long enough to know there was... something weighting down upon her soul. That sadness, he'd not seen in others before; to Shinzu, that sadness was almost like being dead. In a way, he was sure the soul died a little every time being were this sad, "You talk nonsense... why would anyone carry another to their death? Why would you need me to do such things when you're allready doing a fine job yourself?" a step back from her was taken as his brow furrowed, deeply concerned, not for her, for he barely knew her, but rather... almost as if suffocated by her sadness, "I am very much alive... but I beg you do not categorise me as such of my species," his eyes narrowed further at the statement, "I am myself, wether or not my species... do not group me; do not judge me only from what you see. It is most rude."
Looking away, the Kalona finaly raised his head into the air, his tail swishing nervously behind him as he spread his wings, "Shinzu," was his sole response to her words before he walked slightly away from the lake, partialy hiding his figure under the refuge the shadows of a tree offered. He felt somewhat safer whilst in the shadows; the ligth was rather frightening to him. Perhaps in this way, he was more like Kalona than other horses, lurking in shadows, but for other reasons, "Do not do something you would regret, Shimshek, whatever has sent you spiraling into sadness will vanish eventualy.... whatever you do is your choice, but... doing something out of the heat of the moment would be iditicy," he was no longer looking at her, but had ocupied himself by sorting out the few flowers he could reach along his back and tail with his mouth, "Learn to live your own life without regrets... you, whom can without having to be weighted down by others thinking they know you better than you know yourself."
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 6:51 pm
"I'm already dead?" she whispered, looking toward the stallion as closely as she could. She could discern that it was a stallion--and a Kalona--but he had backtracked into the shadows, and she returned to staring dully into the lake before her. "Then why does my heart continue to beat, if ever so slowly, if I'm dead?" She flinched at his words, however kindly they could have been meant. "Why? Because there was one I knew a while ago who wouldn't have minded taking my life. I suppose I'm that worthless." She laughed tonelessly at something that wasn't known. "You... alive. You, who thinks I categorize you with your kind of their famed cruelty--why should I not put you in the same category?
"Your words from before sting more than you would be able to tell..." She seemed to zone out after that, not quite catching anything outside the cage that was her mind, so filled with the self-pity and sorrow that it contained. She looked up again when he mentioned his name, even as he made to hide himself within the forest's shadows. "Shinzu..." she whispered, testing the name on her tongue. His next words--quite heartening--but she found her depression stifling, and yet, at the same time, much needed. "What's that in your mane?" She couldn't quite tell what he was messing with, but it was... something.
"I admit, I've never heard another Kalona--besides this one particular one I met a long time ago--say such... uplifting words to me." She closed her eyes. "I now have a final decision, and a request." She didn't mention her request, however, for, at that last moment, she made a sudden fall into the cold, deep, dark water. The splash startled the silent forest, rippling the moon's light upon its surface. Luckily, moments later, she submerged from the murky depths, but stayed within the freezing liquid. She panted harshly, but did not move. "My request... I..." Suddenly, she wasn't sure what she wanted anymore.
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 1:08 am
"Flowers," the word was said without hesitation as he continued to place the delicate petals amongst his long mane, almost as if quite used to being questioned over such behavoir. However, the Stallion seemed unmoved at the same time, seemingly not caring about her views on the subject as he turned back to face her, "One would think you'd never seen such things; I find them the be quite beautiful, and they enhance what I feel is inside... something I can barely show on the outside."
This said, he regarded her silently, blinking only once, "My words may have stung, but they are the truth, wereas your words are ofensive, yet not the truth; can we both see the diference?" his expresion had changed into a frown, regardless how far away he was from her, he could still almost feel the sadness, the hurt, radiating from the wind female's body; no creature alive should be allowed to feel such darkness in their soul, and yet here she was, right in front of him. It was pure dispair.
It was... uncomforatble, yet he could not find it in his soul to leave her just yet, something about the situation almost demanding he stay and help, even if he couldn't really do much. The situation was one that could not be fixed by any other than the female herself... for whom could heal a broken heart and torn soul but the owner? "Then should probably not generalise... the only Wind I know is haughty, vain, and quite obssesed with power, yet I do not view all winds as such, do I? Let an individual show himself for what he is, not for what his race is thought to be," a pause as she mentioned something about a request, the female swiftly following her words with action; she jumped into the pond.
Gasping, more out of shock than anything, the Kalona emerged from his shadows, trotting rapidly to the pool's edge, lowering his head to scan the surface with wide eyes before the mare burst from the depths. No words were offered by Shinzu as he stared at her, his eyes wide open, blinking once, twice, as he seemed to be pondering how to react to the sudden turn of events. It took him a full minute to finaly open his mouth once more, "Your request? I hope it's not a foolish one, as I hope you're not foolish enough to do something as cowardly as try to drown yourself; Are you aware that death is a coward's choice to a problem? Running away from pain is not going to beat ith; instead it'll brew more pain."
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 7:26 am
"Flowers?" she repeated, somewhat shocked. Flowers? Why would... but... what a strange Kalona. He wore flowers? Why? She threw the question aloud. "Why do you wear flowers?" Her question was answered almost instantly, and she could only blink in surprise. That was a curious thing... a Kalona wearing flowers... who... seemed to be at odds with his own race, yet at the same time, he was still a Kalona.
"..." She paused for moment, pondering his words, and finding that she still couldn't see what he was talking about, she questioned him once again. "I don't really understand your meaning, though... perhaps I do see a little difference, if not much... since you have confused me straight through." She was hiding her sadness now; this darkness, this morbidness that she knew was watching and lurking carefully within her being.
She surprised, really, she mused. She had thought that the Kalona had come to kill her, but instead it seemed as if he was almost there to comfort her, though not in a gentle way... it was actually, she thought, a preferred way she would have wanted to have been comforted... had she wanted comfort. Shinzu piqued her curiosity in that he was a strange Kalona--she didn't of any other Kalona who would brave wearing flowers--and from what she could tell, he did so because he didn't want to appear intimidating. What the... She held her head down, suddenly feeling really guilty for assuming things about Shinzu. She felt the need to apologize, but she wasn't sure how to phrase it, let alone admit to being wrong... but it was something she did need to do.
She was now shivering; after jumping into the pond to use it as a shock remover, she slowly climbed out. "The only other Wind I know is kinder than most, but has a stubborn streak... and no, that's not me." She found herself too cold to shake off the dripping, freezing water she had taken with her as she stepped out of the icy pond water. "My request? To ask for your friendship--it is sudden, yes, but I would like to be friends... and... I apologize for my thoughtless accusations from earlier..." She shook her head at his question. "I don't think dying is the answer, though it does feel like I'm about to drown within the darkness." She comtemplated for a moment, and then said, "Running from pain is the only thing I know. I never grew up learning how to face my problems." Which was true enough; her mother had abandoned her when she was still in her basket; therefore, she had to grow up all by herself... she wondered how she survived, half the time.
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