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 Posted: Sun Aug 18, 2013 9:47 pm
********* was little, barely the size of a 7 month old foal when her mother started teaching her how to fish. Her mother had started teaching her early, mostly because ********* was so adamant on learning. Her mother had explained how to do so, but also told her that it was unlikely that she'd catch anything on her first few days of trying. ********* was not going to let herself be beaten by any fish though. Waiting calmly, which was difficult for a filly her age, she managed to stay still until a fish started past. Then she struck out at it and got it. Her first fish on her first try! That would prove to her mother that she was not too young to learn!
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Posted: Sun Aug 18, 2013 9:47 pm
"Yeah. Like stick by me. Be my ghoul. I dig the way you are, so hows about you be with me?" He hoped he got what he was getting at, because he didn't want to be some weird friend of hers.
"W-wait... wait, you mean like... boilfriend and ghoulfriend, kind of thing?!" **** said, shocked to the point of squeaking; the pitch of her voice went up sharply on the word thing. "But we hardly know each other!"
... She hadn't said no, though.
"So. We can find out when we date. I ain't asking your hand in marriage here. I just dig ya and want you to be my ghoul. Ain't no harm in that, and I'm hot stuff. I'll make you look good." He said with a grin, leaning on the table to stare up on that. "Whatcha got to loose?"
"U-um..." Wow. Wow. A boilfriend. Boilfriend?! Her? Really?
Really?
For a moment, all she could think was no, a scared, squeaking inner thought... but it was drowned out by a rising tide of courage. Inept, possibly foolish courage, but courage nevertheless. She steeled herself and nodded once at the little imp, firmly. "Okay. I'll, um, be your. Your ghoul. Sure." As the words left her lips, she felt dizzy. Drunk with power. Hah! She wasn't a failure after all!
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Posted: Sun Aug 18, 2013 9:49 pm
The grief seed unfolded like a flower, opening up even as it set roots into her flesh. Strong ebony, cool to the touch and yet alight with an inner fire, stretched upwards in graceful curves, studded with thorns. It was her power given form, given solidity. It was her voice and Shibey's blended into one, even as finally ***** FEAR subsumed Shibey's own, parasite no longer but host in full.
It was... her weapon.
"Mine," **** choked out, and her hand spasmed as the thornbow tore free of its roots, a seed no longer. The power in it was staggering. Stunning. Greater than anything she had ever touched or managed before this. It was silent, and strong...
... and this, this is what Shibey had wanted, she understood through the haze. To bring her to this point...
"J-jack y... you..." the witchling gasped, hugging her bow to her breast before collapsing, insensate.
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Posted: Sun Aug 18, 2013 9:50 pm
Slowly, **** got to her feet, turning in a circle in front of the mirror. Gone was that muddy bond to the earth that her previous self had cherished so deeply; in its place was a crackling power at the heart of her, something dark, something kin to the blackthorn vines that had cradled her after she'd absorbed Shibey. Experimentally, she summoned her bow again, drawing back the string; that power manifested as she did so, forming a bolt of dark energy seething between bow and string.
With a snap, she released; the bolt flew forward and slammed into the wall, leaving a nimbus of darkness behind. While the physical damage was minimal, she could feel the curse seething hungrily in its wake, and reveled in it, glancing over her shoulder at the mirror again to see the look on her own face.
... Yes.
With a satisfied hum, **** dismissed her bow and studied her room. She had a lot of cleaning up to do, but that giddy delight still bubbled through her, a joy she hadn't felt... well, ever, if she wanted to be perfectly precise.
Today was the first day of the rest of her life.
((memory of pride))
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Posted: Sun Aug 18, 2013 9:53 pm
She would not be forgotten, Skaaal would make sure of that. The reds and greens of the sky faded away, leaving her bathed in the golden glow of pride. She looked down at the marble floor, then at the golden throne waiting in front of her. It was waiting for her Heart. Her eyes closed and she breathed in deeply as she stepped forward. Her shoes echoed across the floor as she reached for her heart. The corner of her lips twitched. She never knew tearing her Heart out could be this uncomfortable, but she would have to bear with it.
But the pain. She winced. Had this been a wise decision? Skaaal could never say she was wise, but she at least thought her choices through. Another wince. Then she realized that the more she tugged, the more her memories crack. They crack until they’ve disappeared altogether, broken. She fought the urge to shout. No!
And then she was empty. Half-lidded eyes stared at her colorful Heart before stoically offering it to the crown. She wanted to cry, but found she had no strength to do so as she watched the last of her memories disappear. She tilted her head as she watched unfamiliar faces say her name. Her real name. What was it again? It wa—
She disappeared.
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Posted: Sun Aug 18, 2013 9:57 pm
She smoothed out the crinkles in her white dress. When she looks to the side, she can see Nevada decked out in an identical dress, but instead her hair is let down. She frowns when her mother runs her fingers through her brunette hair, but admittedly the sensation is pleasant. Her mother gathers her hair together and twists it into a simple bun. “Hold on, *** honey. I’m almost done.” Once she finishes, she runs around to stare at her twin daughters with a glow on her face. “Perfect.”
She fakes a smile, reaches for her sister’s hand. She squeezes it once because she knows how boring this is. She’s still looking at Nevada when the camera flashes.
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Posted: Sun Aug 18, 2013 10:01 pm
Impah hissed as the pain started and then faded. Red, like blood, dripped from the skies, blotting out the green's and golds until it was everything she saw in her vision. Her hand is already clenched tightly around the heart in her chest, and she doesn't bother to wait. Pain comes, fast. Like the sky, she feels it dripping from her core where her heart had been placed into the now greying form of her body.
The memories surged out, quickly, rapidly. Fluttering behind her eyelashes until she can't see anything more than a beating red object in her hand. At the end of the rapid succession, it slows to hear them calling her. Calling her name.
Her true name.
And she faded away away away.
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Posted: Sun Aug 18, 2013 10:04 pm
Switching places is surprisingly easy. At least for now. All she needs to do is let down her hair to match Nevada’s, while her twin ties hers up in a ponytail. It’s still the beginning of middle school, and still their mother is insisting on matching clothes. Of course, they’re always changing that with a quick trip to the mall, but switching outfits isn’t hard when they’re the same to begin with.
“Nevada.” She’s holding back laughter when Nevada’s crush walks up to her. Perfect. She smiles placidly. “Yeah, do you need something?”
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Posted: Sun Aug 18, 2013 10:04 pm
********* had been begging her mother for months to teach her to take a "human" form. She had seen her mother often transform between her two forms and ********* wanted to be able to as well, since she so idolized her mother. If she could transform, it would give her mother one less reason to treat her like a silly filly. Finally, after all of that pleading, her mother agreed to teach her. For three months, ********* did very little else but attempting to transform. She was so engrossed that when she finally succeeded, she did not believe it at first. Once she realized that she succeeded, she started to run back to her mother to show her and promptly overbalanced, since she was not used to human legs. Brushing herself off and getting back up, ********* proudly went to show her mother what she had accomplished.
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Posted: Sun Aug 18, 2013 10:07 pm
She doesn’t even know how she picks it up in the first place. All she remembers is the sound of music blasting on someone’s radio as she strolls down the sidewalk with her backpack slung over her shoulders. She catches sight of a group of people forming a circle. Curiously convinces her to worm her way to the front of the circle and suddenly she’s watching people spinning on the floor, floating across the ground, and moving their arms.
Intrigued, she steps forward to mimic their movements.
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Posted: Sun Aug 18, 2013 10:08 pm
Her mother was teaching her to sew, because evidently her human form was not allowed to just prance around naked, like she could in her natural form. ********* could not understand why humans wore such things, what were they called again? Oh, right, "clothes". Pricking her finger again, ********* asked her mother if this was really something she needed to know to which her mother replied that she did. Since her mother had stated that she needed to know it, ********* decided that she'd master this, in her mind, pointless task. Her first dress was, satisfactorily, completed later that week, after she had ripped back out the seams several times, trying to make them straight and tight, so that the dress would not fall apart. Once she had finished, she ran to see her mother. Upon seeing her completed dress, her mother smiled, picked her up, and hugged her tightly. "Yer a clever lass." her mother said. "It took me much longer tae mak ma first dress." She had done better than her mother had her first time! Knowing this, ********* glowed with pride.
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Posted: Sun Aug 18, 2013 10:09 pm
*** sits with two of her closest friends. The lake behind the monster dorm is serene with stillness as the girls have given up on swimming lessons to come and snack and drink with each other. She's at her happiest now, with Lizzy and Xiu and water.
She loved being able to share what she loved with them, watching them swim in tubes and floaties and ask her questions about it. It made her heart soar. It was like being with her sisters all over again.
"*** do you want to swim again before we leave?" She gets up as the other two race to the lake. Of course she does.
Of course she does.
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Posted: Sun Aug 18, 2013 10:10 pm
They wanted to divert the stream that fed her lake! She would not allow that to happen, she had to come up with a plan. After a while, she came up with a good one. If they wanted to dig a new trench for the water, she'd make the ground impossible to dig. ********* then proceeded to dam up the stream on the other end of the lake, causing her lake to become bigger. It became big enough that the banks of the stream feeding her lake were submerged, making it too difficult to alter its course. Her lake was safe.
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Posted: Sun Aug 18, 2013 10:12 pm
When she opens her eyes, she feels her body aching all over. As if she hasn’t moved in months, and it’s the most disgusting feeling ever. It takes her a few minutes, but eventually she manages to climb out of what appears to be a pod. Eyes narrow. Face contorts with disbelief and skeptical scrutiny when she steps out. She’s trying to remember where she is. She can remember wandering around a misty island and a weapon in her hands. She remembers…
She’s almost taken back by Nevada’s purple contacts, but takes it in stride. “Whatever, what exactly is…?” She reaches for her twin’s hand. Reassurance. But for herself or her twin? Either answer suits her just fine. And she takes everything Nevada has to say with a straight face. Island. Hunters. Partner.
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Posted: Sun Aug 18, 2013 10:18 pm
The room is so white, and she's tired of looking at all the humans. They are rude....selfish. Even the one the girl who is pretending to care what happens to her. *** know's she doesn't, why does she pretend too?
She wanders restlessly until he catches her eye. He's not like the others. He's bowing his head, watching them with shame. It's the shame that first leans her to tap on the glass to get his attention. Its the wariness of being there that keeps her talking to him.
It's the profound injustice in his eyes that brings her to his side.
What does she like about him? His honesty. Of it all, his honesty had been what had captured her heart for him. And the gentleness she didn't know belonged to a human. She ask him for a walk. They take it.
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