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 Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2008 4:24 am
Ah, so she was one of those... Something clicked in the back of the stallion's mind and while his expression remained pleasant he chose to become guarded. He was well aware of her sort, possessive and yet completely incapable of understanding logic. While it wasn't necessarily her fault she was both a danger to him and to herself should he toy with her any longer.
Jesting was misinterpreted, she didn't understand it...apparently.
"While the feathers may detatch, to remove them all would destroy the creature they belong to," Grencia replied after a few moments, his brow raising as he adjusted his weight. "Should the creature be destroyed the glow you see upon these plumes will fade...they will lose their warmth," he continued. Ah yes, he could recall the day he had fallen from the skies, those who had his feathers as gifts had found they had simply faded - they looked like nothing more than the feathers of a magpie.
"In essence they would die and the gathering of them will have otherwise been a fruitless activity." It was a rather rounded way of saying 'no' without sharpening his voice or causing direct harm to the mare.
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2008 2:10 pm
She didn't like the sound of that. The feathers looked like fire, for them to become like ice didn't suit her one bit. Ice was lovely but frozen fire had no appeal. Why did things always have to become complicated even when she simplified them first? She would have settled for the wings instead of just keeping him. Half the feathers would suit her well enough but would they 'lose their warmth' as well? She didn't want that. She would ask and if he still said no then it was back to her first plan.
But what was her first plan? She hadn't figured it out yet. There were too many problems surfacing for one beauty. Far too many.
"It's no good." She said finally hanging her head her long mane collecting dusty dirt from the rocks beneath her feet. There was a fierce pounding inside her head now. For the first time in her entire spoilt life she couldn't find a way to get what she wanted. "It's all no good. I don't want ugly feathers and one isn't good enough." Her voice was becoming frantic as were her movements. After almost every word she would shake her head one way or another as though this were a dream she were trying to wake from.
"I want all of them. I want them, they're too lovely to not have."
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2008 2:19 am
Oh dear...
Grencia released an inward sigh of exasperation as the mare took his declaration poorly. He had chosen not to lie but he was not prepared to honey coat anything to make her believe she had any chance of gaining what she sought. He had already lost his wings before, shattered and broken they had been torn apart during one of the most dangerous battles of his life and to give them up now would be foolish.
...More to the point, his mate would seem a little put out.
Flicking his tail against his flank, he had little other choice that to observe the female and her frantic behaviour for a period of time. Mulling over her words, he couldn't quite comprehend how such a mare could have come to live in such a desolate location. Perhaps it was this emptiness that had warped her mind to the point that she was beyond possessive - to the point that her demands became unrealistic.
Was there a way to fix it?
"There are always alternatives," he offered after a few moments, "I am but one creature with bright plummage, there are plenty more."
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 8:07 am
Everything. She had always gotten everything. If she desired it she said so and not long after she would have it. So why was he being so different? Why was he being so difficult? Just the feathers...she had only wanted the bright feathers. Couldn't he find a way to keep them bright even after they were in her possession? It couldn't possibly be that much trouble.
Alternatives? She stopped thrashing her head about and her mind settled for a moment to listen to what Grencia had to say. Her eyes lightened a half shade when his words met her ears.
Others. There were more winged horses out there? How delightful! She had seen a few other winged ones before but she had assumed that there were very few of them since the sightings were so rare. "Plenty more?" A smile was spreading across her face like a rapid fire and she had begun to shiver with excitement. "There are more with pretty wings?" Her voice had changed from it's normal pattern to a more childish one that she only adopted when something wonderful had happened.
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Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2008 3:36 pm
Ah and clearly she had misunderstood again. He was not one to be deliberately brutal unless absolutely necessary. Generally speaking he was only inclined to do such things when something was at risk. By the sounds of it this mare would cause more harm than good due to her unhealthy fascination with things she simply couldn't have.
It was almost as if she couldn't see the whole picture.
To strip a creature, any creature of their unique quirks was to kill them and in doing so the lustre and beauty that they were would be lost. She was on the path towards destruction and seemed to be incapable of changing this...now was therefore not the time to mention his sons, daughter or mate. In fact, he most certainly wouldn't mention his mate who did possess some of his feathers but they had been a declaration of love.
"There are many winged soquili in the world but there are none who will be stripped of their wings," he stated plainly, his voice no longer that of an individual entertaining a guest. "Our wings are what makes us, they are what keep us alive and we sacrifice them for that we treasure most dearly."
"If you want to 'own' anything, you will have to gain its love first but even then the possessive rarely keep what they find for long. They can't."
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2008 10:19 am
Her mind slowly worked back and forth trying to take in everything that had just been said before linking them. It was true that everything she had ever owned had died. Birds, flowers, leaves, even some stones had lost their gleam once she had plucked them from the water. You had to gain somethings love to own it? But a rock couldn't love, nor could a leaf or a flower and she had owned plenty of those. No own had questioned her ownership over them. The birds on the other hand. She had seen many birds in pairs, as mates, so they could love.
A sudden thought struck her and her eyes went wide and she stumbled a bit as though she were about to be sick. "The didn't...like me..." She said trembling a bit. "How could that be...I took...such good care of them...I didn't even take their wings off..."
It wasn't fair. Why shouldn't she be able to keep something. Love wasn't everything. It was something but you didn't need it to live.
He wasn't fair.
Her eyes snapped into a glare and she turned on Grencia. She didn't care how nice his coat was or how much she liked his wings he was completely ruining her trip to the flat lands and she had only just left. "I can own plenty of things without needing them to love me first!" She snapped tossing her head up. "It's not like I need them around for long anyway. They either dull or become boring and then they are useless. Then I leave them and find something else. You have already become quite useless and I do not know what I was thinking when I wanted your feathers anyway. They aren't all that special..."
She was pouting now giving away that last lie. She did still want his feathers the were very pretty and exotic but she did not want to sit through any more of these explanations. She wanted things to go her way.
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2008 10:44 am
You could tell he was a father, he had a way of dealing with unruly children. Hissy fits were something he had seen, dealt with and dismissed accordingly. However, on this occasion he didn't laugh...instead he listened to her words and watched intently as the chaotic emotions came to life upon her youthful features.
She finally looked lost.
Nevertheless, he didn't comment immediately given that she hadn't finished ranting just yet. No, he waited until she had fallen into that sullen stance and then he made his move. Shaking his fiery mane, he gave his wings a quick twitch and arched a brow in that ever infuriating manner - it was one of those expression that denoted he knew better...that parental look.
"How does the lonely life treat you?" He enquired softly, his tone somewhat difficult to pinpoint as he continued to observe the mare. "Do you enjoy each moment? I wouldn't...to be unable to talk to anyone, to dismiss them as nothing without finding the true treasure within." He shook his head and released a small sigh. "It is such a waste, to me at least."
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Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2008 1:21 pm
Pale ears pinned backwards and Thorn shifted a bit uncomfortably. She had never seen that look before in her life and she didn't like it. It made her feel like she was being analyzed, studied, perhaps even criticized. None of them were pleasant feelings though. "I...I..." The feelings were making her hesitate, questioning her words, she hated it. "I..."
This was hopelessly foolish. There was no reason one look and another little type of speech should trip her up like this. Taking a long breath Thorn closed her eyes to focus herself once again. She was the center, he was just an unexpected encounter that didn't matter. Even in her mind she couldn't seem to leave out his feathers. Her face fell into a mixture of anger and a pout before her eyes opened.
"I am not lonely." Her words didn't come out nearly as powerful as she had expected them to. She sounded more guilty then anything, so much for focusing herself. With a sigh she continued, this time her words coming out normally, "I do enjoy each moment. It's quiet and gives me time to enjoy my collections. There is no wasting anything when time is all yours."
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 7:16 am
"And yet you say you are lonely, how is it possible to enjoy each moment when you feel in such a way?" She would be accurate in her assumptions that he was analysing her. He analysed everything that seemed to present a threat or potential risk to those who lurked nearby his territory. This wasn't to say he would treat her with hostility but he needed to know exactly where he stood as a matter of security.
"You are a contradiction in all you say," he mused for a few moments before shaking his head. Her quavering voice indicated he'd certainly hit a nerve somewhere but her attempts to regather her composure hadn't been missed. Those deep breaths, the closed eyes...he knew what they all meant in a general sense. She was a proud creature and to make her uncertain didn't sit particularly well.
...He knew how that one felt.
"However some might say collections are best shared, given that the admiration of another is nice to have on occasions."
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Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2008 8:20 am
"My 'contradictions' do not concern you." She said in a huff not liking this one bit. She didn't like having her words dissected like that. She didn't want to be read in to. What she said was all she wanted others to be able to think on, not the meaning behind them. It was not supposed to work like that.
"That is a foolish saying and should be forgotten. Collections are nice. Company is not. Others sit there and read your words when you don't want them to be read and are all together a bother." She said giving him a very pointed look as though trying to make him stop. She didn't care how lovely he was. If it meant suffering like this she did not want anything to do with him or his feathers. "Company is only nice as long as it is silent or praising you."
She gave her long tail a flick letting it ripple like water as she peered past Grencia. Her destination was past him and she would get there. If he did not stop treating her the way he was she would get there much faster. Much faster indeed.
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2008 7:50 am
Well it wasn't as though he was forcing her to listen. Some morbid sense of curiosity seemed to hold her in place despite her remarks and as a result it was her choice on whether or not she needed to move or not. Such choices were often difficult to make, no doubt she had assumed this encountered would have turned out differently.
"Then that is not real company," Grencia appeared amused at the thought of someone continuously praising him. The false praise, the false smiles...the chance to live in your own bubble where everyone nodded regardless of whether you were wrong. It was terrifying, ultimately it would lead to pain and suffering.
They would never stop him from hurting himself. Just to avoid criticizing him.
No thank you!
"Regardless, every creature you will meet will read into your words. It is the nature of the living to assess what stands before them." Telling this to a hermit seemed pointless, "But I doubt my presence is required any longer so I should dismiss myself and take my leave, no?"
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2008 2:27 pm
"If I can see it, it is real." Was her simple reply. She simply could not understand what he meant by 'real company'. How could something that was there not be real? She could understand that perhaps it would be undesirable. Some dreaded silence and others could not handle praise. Thorn had lived with both kinds in her short time with her parents and their herd.
With a toss of her head she picked up her feet and started moving again. "Don't bother dismissing yourself. We are through here and I have places to be. Stay here if you wish but I am leaving." With that she stepped past the winged stallion to make her way down the mountain. She kept her eyes fixed on the ground hoping to spot a feather that may have come loose. While she was above begging for something she was not above looking for it as long as no one would see her it was okay.
She looked forward to reaching the base of the mountain. The snows and frosts were always beautiful and nice to look forward to but according to the fiery stallion there were others with wings out there. She wanted to find them. With any luck they would be exactly what she was looking for and she could keep them.
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 4:32 pm
As was the fashion of all winged beings, Grencia molted a lot. There would be a good chance as the days progressed that the mare would find the feather she sought. Nevertheless, he wouldn't be there to witness it as he turned round and began to move back in the direction he had come from before. He had said his piece and in doing so he had indirectly encouraged the mare to proceed to safer grounds.
...In a way he had performed his duty and he was content.
That being said, a part of him did hope that at some point the rose tinted glasses would be removed and the mare could see clearly. That way she would have a more fulfilling life.
"Save journey, young one..." was all he could say as he moved on.
((Bah short))
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