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 Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 1:34 pm
The gilded mare considered apologizing to him for the loss of his mother, but felt that the spirit didn't really care much for his dam, or her loss. He didn't sound like it, anyway. She flicked an ear, listening intently to this creature nearby. He certainly was very interesting, that was certain. "Is there a way to escape the wind's prying permanently, or do all spirits have to worry about that? And, did a Speaker bring you back together, or did you never fall apart in the first place?" She was unsure if 'falling apart' was the proper phrase to use, but she couldn't think of any other phrase to fit. Her mind wandered now to the thoughts of death and of wind. When she died, would her soul be ripped from her very being and tossed aside? Is that what had happened to him? If so, how did he become partially whole again? It was all very confusing.
"Where did you live when you were alive, Aranthos?" She asked of the black spirit. It would be neat to visit the place where this spirit had once lived. Maybe the inhabitants of that area would remember this nequus, the mention of his name raking up memories of the past? Maybe so, but it still would be very interesting to find out.
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2007 3:57 pm
"No," he answered her question simply, leaving no room for further questions on the subject. He didn't know enough to give her all the answers, nor did he wish to tell her. Some things are better left to the imagination. There is no point in telling those that have the gift of living that perhaps they aren't so.
He did, however, remember where he lived, every tiny and minute rock, tree, and stone. He'd travelled there when the wind permitted him and watched over the grandsons of his brothers, who were fit to rule anytime soon. Perhaps that might give him some semblance of a passage of time, but he dare not try and track down the ages he had missed.
"In Yisi, where the forest meets the water and the grasses of D'ob. My brothers make their haven there, a kingdom, I suppose you could call it. Some are dead as well." Though not from old age, mostly the sentences of death that he gave them. What a bitter subject, but it brought a smile to his lips. Yes, his foolish brothers. The kingdom had mostly fallen apart on them, even now a rogue world existed from those young colts who'd he'd crafted into deviance. Loyals, they called themselves, following the long dead spirit of Aranthos.
He'd leave this for her to find, a good surprise would leave her baffled, and perhaps harmed. It would be a pitty if his brothers were not enraged to madness by the sound of his name. Already they drove the loyalists to the ground, and perhaps she'd be mistaken as one? As much as her coat gave him a sort of fondness, he would like nothing better than to see misery cross her face. Perhaps it was the curse those he desired took on?
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2007 9:20 am
She nodded, figuring from his tone he didn't want to say anything else on the subject. Which was fine, perhaps he just didn't know. Oh well. She considered apologizing for the loss of his brothers, but once again figured that the spirit didn't care for his dead brothers. At least, she thought, he didn't sound like he cared for them.
She listened to his description of his homeland, bobbing her head once or twice to show she was listening and had understood. "It sounds like it's in a lovely area. I may visit it sometime," she said with another nod. But, she figured, it may not be a good idea to do so. Perhaps she'd just get a glance at it from afar, or possibly visit but not claim to have met Aranthos. A kingdom of relations to this odd spirit seemed like it would be a dangerous thing to cross, indeed.
She dipped her muzzle to rid herself of an itch on her foreleg, buying herself some time so she could think of something to say. She was running out of questions and topics of conversation. It wouldn't be such a bad idea, she thought, to pardon herself and leave. This stallion, for male he surely was, was interesting, but very strange and made her feel exceedingly uncomfortable. Especially with the surrounding area dark and dead, as well. She lifted her head, gazing at where she assumed Aranthos was. "I hope you can excuse me, but I need to continue on my way. I'm searching for my mother, and I hope to find her soon. Perhaps we shall meet again," she said with a nod, turning to go. Hopefully that would be a sufficient excuse.
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2007 10:27 am
Aranthos laughed, long and hard, and left, still laughing, letting his voice ring. He didn't nod to excuse her, or bid her goodbye.
Yes, yes they would meet again, some way, or another.
He couldn't quite recall whether he'd rather meet her in life, or in the speaker's will of death.
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2007 3:03 pm
For some reason, the dead stallion's laugh caused a shiver to run down her spine. The gold-coated mare's ears flicked back and pinned to her skull, and she reared slightly before racing away. Away from this strange spectral beast, away from this awful, dead forest, away from all those dead things whose melancholy look and feel had sunk deep into her soul, instilling in it a cold, dreary feeling, and away from that cold, cruel laugh. She tossed her mane as she loped across the dead, crunching grass, and shuddered slightly. She lengthened her strides, racing off as fast as her powerful legs could carry her. At the edge of the forest where the trees stopped and living, green grass began, the unfurled her wings and took to the skies with a powerful leap of her hind legs. As she flew upwards, the wind blowing through her mane and across her body, it seemed to peel away the disturbing feeling that forest had left on her mind and soul. It also seemed to ensure that anymore dead spirits wouldn't follow her through the air, lifting her own spirits. Perhaps she would meet that dead stallion again. But she knew for a fact that she would never set hoof in that forest again, unless absolutely necessary. With a few beats of her white wings, she flew away from the forest of melancholy and death.
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