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 Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2007 1:06 am
He gave a simple nod accompanied with a kind smile, those black and void-less orbs seeming to brighten a bit more and more. "Isis," he repeated with a soft, reserved tone that, also, was becoming a bit more vocal an smooth. "Its- its a pleasure. I rarely have the chance to speak to anyone and tend to keep to myself but its good to be able to stay put and let the world keep spining for a bit," Ezriel remarked with a small chuckle.
At the given compliment, the stallion turned his head slightly to the side and shook his head. He never was good at accepting compliments and found himself most often tongue-tied and at a lost on how to respond. It seemed silly to be confused on how to respond but, in Ezriel's case, compliments and kind remarks never came often.
He could only guess that Isis was trying to make him feel better and, to his surprise, it was working.
"Too often people see them as a threat or out of the ordinary but I thank you for your...compliment." Even the word was strange to speak- so foreign yet he was learning and the light within wouldn't let him be a brute and not acknowlege such kindness from her. He'd take a stab at it. "I-I like your wings," he began. "I've always wanted to know what it would feel like to fly- wish I had a pair like my sisters but I guess I'm best suited for the ground. But they are lovely on you," he added.
It wasn't quite smooth but he was still trying to grasp the concept in a way.
For the moment he shook his head as his long, crimosn locks swayed by his hooves and above the ground. His eyes continued to level with those of the mare as he caught her smile as well- perhaps smiling was contagious? Ezriel would like to think so and if only it worked on others such as Reaper. Again a smile seemed to inhabit his face as he gave a soft laugh and shook his head, white ears perking slightly.
"A smile suits anyone if they let it," he replied. "It makes the brightest of souls shine if they show it- or that's what my Mother always reminded me."
This feeling. Ezriel felt so relaxed. Even as he intook a deep breath he could feel no tension or darkness that gnawed haphazardly upon his mind or clawed at his thoughts. The light within was in reign of power.
He was at a loss at what to say next and he bit down upon his lower lip slightly as his crimson brows furrowed.
Ezriel took a stab in the dark.
"What about your family? What are they like?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2007 2:17 pm
She honestly couldn't say, that anyone had told her that it's been a pleasure meeting with her. Others had found her rude, stubborn and hard around the edges most of the time. Then again, most of the time she didn't feel the need to chit chat. Partially it was due to the way she looked. She felt very precautious of her wings, she felt as if they were just sort of placed on her without anyone giving due thought to the color seeing as she was mostly of ebony, gold and blue. But that was the very thing he had complimented her on and she did the thing that she always had when she recieved a compliment and blushed. No matter what anyone said to her, if it was genuine her cheeks flushed and got warm. She felt it as a flaw, her father thought it was cute. She had disregarded that when he had told her.
"Out of the ordinary isn't bad, others just don't seem to recognize it. They just want you to be...be like them." she sighed softly looking to the ground and back to him. "Flying is rather freeing, though I have wondered what it would be like not to have them. I think it'd be a very odd feeling if they weren't there." she smiled softly shaking her head. "Thank you though..." she paused. "There's always some reason, why someone looks different from another. Or in my opinnion," she shrugged.
He seemed more intune, and happier at the moment which had lifted her own spirits of her own problems at hime.
Her heart seemed to stop as he asked the dreaded question..."My father had, had foals with a previous mare, so I technically have another sister but I don't know who she is and he had Ares with her aswell. He's my eldest brother, the strongest and the one that looks odd out from us seeing as we are all black in color and he is white. He and my father had issues since his foal hood that I couldn't possibly explain but his heart had gone cold and merciless though now it seems to get better. I think he is learning to love." she smiled, "For he always talks about a certain someone...then there are my other two brothers with my mom." she frowned.
"My mother and I don't get along, she thinks I am a trouble maker and doesn't give a damn. Personally I think she favors Atum and Aureate. Nothing I can really do about it...its just hard. Especially when they seem to rub it in," she then realized that she had gone on a pretty long rant. "I'm sorry."
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2007 3:28 pm
He nodded his head as a more calm and relaxed state seemed to keep him at ease. The light within had banished what manical darkness had oncer consumed him and, for the time being, Ezriel was letting a part of himself show that many few hadn't met or encountered. Isis was lucky- perhaps a bit too lucky yet the young stallion was getting a chance to simply converse with someone else without having to worry and that itself was lucky as well. His void-less orbs held a brighter kindle of light as he nodded his head, his spiked devil tail hanging motionless behind him.
"It's not bad but, like you said, some just don't recognize it as something 'normal'. They always expect you to fit in and keep the same shape and mold as everyone else," he agreed with a slight snort of his nostrils and a shake of his head while a cloven hoof pawed at the ground. "But that just makes everyone bland and similiar- no ones the same after all." As she spoke, he glanced towards her wings and then back to the mare.
"I can't imagine how it must feel but I crave to have that freedom." Ezriel pursed his lips softly and smiled. "I agree- its just by the hands of fate or somethin' that makes anyone different." He too paused and still continued to smile. "You're welcome."
White ears perked upwards as she slowly began to answer his question. Those crimson brows knitted as he listed carefully. To him it seemed that she had quite a large family and there was something about her eldest brother that seemed to strike a familiar chord. So he had become cold and merciless? Such a transformation was common it seemed yet Ezriel wouldn't ask how as he could only speculate a bitter relationship or a feud could have kindled such emotions. But love- yes, learning to love someone always did seem to melt ones heart from the ice that concealed it and restricted it from beating so freely. Ezriel knew little of such a freedom and he had yet to find the cure to his own demise of demons and torment within himself.
He was getting better. He knew he was.
The stallion simply shook his head. "No..don't be sorry. Everyone needs to rant and let it all out sooner or later," he shrugged. "I can relate a little bit but not to the full extent- family seems to be a complicated issue and problem for most and either it gets better or you have to make it better and its never an easy choice or a task," he sighed softly as he bit down upon his lower lip.
"But it will get better if you let it."
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2007 4:06 pm
She normally wouldn't have ranted like that but something about him made her trust him, though one would say "don't trust one such as him look at him!" She had heard from Pandora such things and sometimes she had felt for her, but others she thought Pandora was to distant so she couldn't trust her. And though she knew Ares would never tell Erik, she still feared it so she would never confide in him.
She nodded, "If everyone was the same, there wouldn't be a divirsity, an opinnion. Something that makes the world go round and stand for what you believe in...for what could you? Everyone else would have the same hopes and dreams...it would be on giant competition no one could compete in."
She noted how that paticular subject fueled him and angered him, "They should learn not to judge one by there cover for they could be missing out on the greatest adventure of there lives."
She watched as he began to be intrigued with Ares' story..."Do you find fascination in Ares?" she asked. She didn't mind it, he had a rather harsh yet good recovery within it together.
"Friends are meant to get a long and families are meant to feud it seems." she replied. "Though you are right, things will get better if you want it to." Her own ears were perked forward listening for his voice, intrigued by it, listening to his words for he was intelligent no doubt about it. She had to give him credit.
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2007 4:36 pm
Ezriel himself could feel himself to trust in the mare before him as there was some invisible force that seemed to cause him to not think twice about arguing over whether it was a good idea. It just felt right- he felt safe to be able to just talk to Isis. Rather than hardening his heart and trying to chase her away he simply stood there and listened- even at first it was uncertain if the two could act civil but it seemed that a better understanding and trust had played a significant part.
"Sometimes its better that others have their own dreams and whatnot- makes the competition a little less stiff at times," he added with another nod and a snort of his nostrils.
Yet on the subject of judgement it had made him bristle slightly. Everywhere he went with his siblings there were always rumors and those who opposed them because of their appearance and the 'legacy' their father had left with their mother of their birth. Ezriel gritted his teeth slightly and shook his head, closing his eyes momentarily before glancing back in the direction of the mare.
"Its hard to revise ones train of thought or teachings if they're set in the old ways- I just seem to either fight back or ignore it but it erupts into a fire against fire war often." He bit his lower lip slightly, tail swayind idly behind himself as he mused.
There was a similarity between Ares and himself- concerning the darkness or emotions that had encarcerated their hearts and transformed them into something so feral, so unruly which, through a might change of heart, could be altered and changed for the better. "I do- there is something about him that is...familiar. Sort of like what I'm going through but a bit different, I gues you can say." He could only resort to believe that if love was impacting the stallions life for the better than perhaps such a thing or concept could work for himself or at least Ezriel could only hope.
The matter was so complex and unpredictable.
"Sometimes friends and family switch places- and sometimes you just have to decide where they stand in your life: friend or foe? In the end it all makes sense."
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2007 4:48 pm
Her tail flicked irritated as he was frustrated with his own looks as she was insecure with her brothers. "You know if we were ever together while amongst a group, I would kick them all in the face if they dared to pass judgement before meeting you." she smiled softly.
She nodded, "It's sad thats how things turn out though in war. It's brought upon by themselves though." she retorted, as she snorted lightly.
Her ears flickered as she listened, "I know that Ares was abandoned as a foal, Erik, our father didn't know how to care for him without his mother. I do not know what happened there. So Ares entered the world alone and was raised by a unikalona mare. I always forget her name..." she paused. "She had saved his life from the beginning though her teachings were quite questionable from what I have heard. He guarded himself from the world, except her. Perhaps there is just a certain someone in the world for everyone that makes them want to be a better being." she replied.
"I agree," she replied simply. "Though I do admit, I do not take friends for granted therefore I have few but true ones. Not fake and to see how many I can achieve in ones life."
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2007 5:01 pm
At her statement, Ezriel chuckled softly. "Consider yourself having a guardian or a fighter if you run into trouble then," he managed to grin just a bit.
Again the pale, mutant stallion listened closely to Isis. Ares seemed interesting with a story somewhat similiar to his own in certain ways yet vastly different. Whereas Ares was abandoned and raised by a Unikalona, Ezriel was raised with a mother and Glamrock, along with her herd, yet had learned to mistrust the world and those around him because of his father and his 'reputation'. Many things he still kept to himself and wasn't ready to speak of but, as she continued, he simply nodded his head.
"There is always someone that drives the individual to become greater either by hatred or admiration," he commented with a casual yet reserved tone.
Crimson brows found themselves to knit as he pursed his lips slightly.
"I've never had many friends I keep close- I'm a vagrant and I wouldn't want any of them to get caught in the mess and dangers that follow me and my father...I can't let anyone get close for fear that he will use them against me or as leverage." It was hard but, again, it was the truth. It was uncertain as to what Reaper would devise but Ezriel kept to himself and tried to do what he could to keep anyone from out of harms way and it never was easy.
"Maybe someday that will change," he mused with a simple shrug of his shoulders.
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2007 5:11 pm
If love was the answer to him, then so be it but he wouldn't even allow himself to in fear of that loved one getting hurt by his father. The thoughts that could have roamed her head if she had known. She didn't completely understand the meaning of love. She hadn't really been loved by anyone. Sure she had recieved gifts, small services and such but thats not what she needed. She needed someones physical prescence there, someone to stand beside her instead of leave like her family. She needed the touch to know that she wasn't as horrible as she thought she was. Complex maybe, but it was how she percieved love and it was how she gave it. Time and touch.
"If they were true friends would they not fight beside you? Be there for you always no matter the cause?" she asked. She was already secretly hating his father for the causes that were happening in Ezriel's life. It clouded his mind so he was unable to see the greater things in life...he was to focused and worried on what would happen to those he cared for or could care for.
"I hope some day it will change for you."
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2007 1:02 pm
His lips pursed slightly as a single, pale ear flicked upwards. "I wouldn't let them fight beside me- I couldn't let them die because of me and because of this god damn mess," he shook his head, reasoning as the stallion knew all to well he couldn't ask of anyone to fight for such a cause. Not to mention that the desire to learn the truth of his father and at least try to understand him as both father and son were rather similar remained as a priority for the male. Ezriels nostrils flared with a deep exhaling breath as he closed his eyes.
Time was growing short and, soon, he would have to find his father and tell him of his final decision. It wasn't an easy one, but it seemed the only one and a way to, perhaps, divert the potential shedding of innocent blood and bystanders.
Those void-less black orbs became visible as he opened his eyes slowly while, behind him, his spiked devil tail swayed once or twice and fell limp behind him. A chilling breeze caressed against his face causing his body to tense and surpress a shiver from the bitter cold, ears flattening slightly against his head as he glanced around. His father was sneaky, quiet and stealthy- Ezriel could only wonder and grit his teeth with the thought and feeling that his father was watching him silently from afar or within distance. Even the mere thought seemed to cause his stomach to knot and churn in a sickly fashion! But that fear and pain that still abided within the depths of his soul and it was something that would always lurk and await for a time to strike unless he could finish and bring an end to all of the torment.
Aside from his inner feelings of his father and the thoughts that bombarded his concious thoughts, he pushed them away and managed to smile a bit more.
"Someday- lets just hope that we'll get a damn break for once and have some change come around. You and I seem to both need it," he commented with a shrug of his shoulders and a small chuckle.
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2007 1:12 pm
The female looked to him with her soft blue eyes and then replied in a tone, "Then you are very brave Ezriel, more than most others could say." Though to some it may have sounded selfish, he just wanted to protect those he cared for and that seemed to be the vibe she had gotten from him this whole...time?
Her legs had fallen asleep, she pawed at the ground wordlessly for a few moments before whipping her tail at the non-tangible breeze that bit at her flanks. She looked to the sky, it was getting colder as it normally had when the night started to come. Had they really been talking this long? Perhaps time did fly when you were having a decent conversation but...the sun was starting to set. Thats why her legs had fallen asleep. She smiled at the thought.
She nodded in agreement, "Someday we'll get a break from it all and then we will rejoice and meet again and tell of each other's adventures etc. etc." she chuckled softly trying to uplift the mood again.
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2007 4:40 pm
"Brave-" he shook his head, his spaded and spiked devil tail slithering within the air as his pursed his lips slightly and gave a flick of a lone, pale ear. "No. Its just my battle that I won't bring anyone else into- I'm just trying to survive through hell and do something rather than not doing a damn thing."
Ezriel couldn't stand on the sidelines and he couldn't be the one to watch his family stay petrified and tormented by their father. But, then again, he himself seemed somewhat hesitant and mistrusting of himself in his final decision and judgement of where he stood in the midsts of all of the chaos. He was certain that the road ahead would be long, treacherous and devastating but someone had to walk it and try to salvage what he could. Though his father was rumored to be demonic, bloodthirsty and dark- there was a part of the young stallion that didn't want to see him die and wanted to understand him and learn of him while the world around him rebuked and refused Reaper. Sure it seemed crazy and down right suicidal but Ezriel wanted to know.
He couldn't stop thinking of how similiar he and his father, Reaper, were and certainly the mutant stallion must know of what exactly was plauging his son or more. His lip continued to purse as his crimson brows furrowed- a cloven hoof pawing at the ground unconciously as he glanced around.
It was growing dark and the warmth from the afternoon was becoming scarce. The bitter cold once again was begining to linger heavily within the air and the stallion surpressed a shiver as best he could. He wasn't quite sure how long they had been talking but it was nice and a simple conversation had helped him sink and be at ease for a while. Already the sun was setting and slowly dissapearing behind the mountains and the desire to venture onwards was tugging at him.
Ezriel gave a nod of his head and a smile.
"Someday- can't say when it will be but when we get a break then who knows- maybe we'll cross each other's way again," he commented with a small, non-chalant shrug of his shoulders. "But I...shouldn't be holding you up. It's late and I need to head out."
The stalion took a few steps to the side, drifting past her just as he managed to glance back towards the mare with his void-less, dark orbs of nothingness managed to look back towards her.
"Take care Isis".
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2007 8:33 am
She shrugged her shoulders softly as she tilted her head letting her mane fall to her face...it had grown dark. She should be home...but she wasn't going home. She'd probably stay in the warm underbrush of the near forest. Her tail flicked as se tried to process what she'd do. This wasn't exactly the safest of places but it would have to do.
"Hopefully we will," she smiled softly, "You aren't holding me up, but I'm sorry I've held you up." she laughed softly looking to him. She watched as he walked past her and looked back. "You too, Ezriel." somehow she would miss those dark eyes they held something she couldn't quite grasp that attracted her to them.
She then tured her own head, not letting her eyes linger to the part from which she came to fall asleep for the night.
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