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 Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2010 9:07 am
He continued to stare at her, his gaze would harden and he willed her to rot and disintegrate before his very eyes. Unfortunately she remained as she was, pristine and untainted despite the shattered world surrounding her. Even Yei had proved herself to 'exist' a gaunt shadow of her true self in his peripheral vision. The only time this had ever happened was in his dreams when he had the opportunity to imagine the beauty he had once been able to see, the only other time was when he had been seeing the spirits of the dead which most certainly hadn't been pleasant. Suffice to say even those spirits had been different, the mare that stood before him was something completely unique.
...What was she?
No amount of will power on his side could cause her image to shift in his vision and so disturbed was he by this that in the end he shut his own eyes. His facial expression scrunched into one of pain and he looked away, ears pinning to the back of his skull. It was rare that he couldn't take a measure of a situation and now that he found himself completely out of his depth it was particularly terrifying, even for an Angeni of his age.
Unfortunately for him, not even Yei understood or was fully aware of his abilities. She knew he was a wise and rather ancient creature, but the reason for his blindness had never been discussed. The rumourmill had stated he chose to be this way of his own accord, self imposed blindness so to speak and this was partially true... but there were very few creatures who truly knew why. It would have been safe to assume that the only creatures who were aware of this would have been the spiders that now clung for dear life in the depths of his mane, seeking refuge from the pool of water surrounding them.
"Do not toy with me," he snarled in a surprisingly hostile manner, his eyes opening and narrowing again. He hoped that this time would be different but it was to no avail, she remained the same. "I have wandered these worlds enough to know what I see and you should not be here," unsteadily he hauled himself from the pools, gave a quick stumble and sucked in a breath as he attempted to regather his composure. For the sake of comfort he was forced to turn himself upon the deadened figure of Yei, something he was accustomed to seeing no matter how unpleasant.
"You would do well to leave these lands at once, the dead should not rest here," he snapped with great force. Still unsettled and decidedly shaken, he didn't even pause to dismiss himself and merely left. Eyes still unveiled and soaking from head to hoof, he didn't even give consideration for the weather that lay outside the shelter of the caves.
He left a particularly puzzled and confused Yei in his wake.
"...You look alive to me," Yei murmured, blinking a few times to clear her vision. "Very alive actually," she added once she'd given a double take, just in case. "How odd, I wonder what's gotten in to him!"
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Posted: Mon Aug 16, 2010 6:54 pm
Kalila honestly didn't know what to do. Standing within the warmth of the hot springs, the pale white mare never felt so cold. Somehow the seemingly relaxed stallion before her had grown thoroughly upset after being pushed in to the pools. While they had gotten on amicably just moments before he was now spouting out accusations and looked visibly pained by her presence! What had been a most fortunate meeting now seemed rotten . . . and Kalila couldn't help but wonder what she'd done.
Cyn had told her she needed to leave and seemed quite resolute that she really was some sort of walking dead. It was the most absurd thing she'd ever heard but how did one argue with the angeni? He had made it quite apparent that he believed his words and spoke truth. Even though, glancing down at her hooves, she knew she was alive. . .
When cut she would bleed. She could feel the warmth of the pools as opposed to her earlier romp within the frigid snow. She could laugh and smile and eat and feel pain . . . Like she did now. Not physically but emotionally. Confusion laced with a sudden uncertainty on where his anger had come from . . . She hated to upset others, and somehow she had to wonder if this really was her fault!
Quiet, ears drawn back a bit defensively, her head lowered as she turned to study Yei. " . . . I know I'm alive. I don't know what happened though," she sighed softly, wings puffing up a bit as she replayed the events in her head. "We'd been talking quite amicably while you were out, even plotting the little dip in the pool." At least Yei understood that it wasn't her pushing Cyn in to the waters that had set him up. Just in case she hadn't believed the whole thing planned, at any rate.
" . . . . funny, I feel like I should apologize for 'dead'." And wasn't that absurd? Apologize for being something she clearly wasn't!? Still, whether he was in the wrong or not, the pale wind felt something akin to guilt. She felt she needed to apologize for something, to at least clear her conscious of upsetting him. Not now, of course, but perhaps when the weather cleared. . .before she left.
"Ooooh - and walking sopping wet in the middle of winter most certainly isn't going to help his cold!"
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Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2010 1:58 am
Yei wrinkled her nose; she'd been in the presence of the Angeni for a while and had grown accustomed to him. However, in all her time in his company she had never seen him act in such an unpredictable manner, he seemed to be positively furious at her existence and she couldn't pinpoint why. Up until this point, she had never known the Angeni to spurn anything's life with the exception of a Skinwalker perhaps. So what had caused such an dramatic shift in behaviour, enough to warrant what could only be described as a 'personality transplant' in the way the Elder mare saw it...?
"Maybe he's having a male moment," she mused wrily after a few moments. "Or a senior one, he's quite ancient," she added. They weren't the most sound of explanations but if a stallion could declare that a mare was having a 'female moment' then she could do the exact same thing. After all, his hissy fit was no more different than a hissy fit that a female might have, though the topic might differ. Regardless of what the reasoning for his behaviour was, the mare wasn't terribly impressed by the realisation that the younger mare was decidedly upset by the outburst.
Was she really going to have to nag an Angeni?
"I wouldn't apologise for anything," she added firmly and shook her head. Her expression was thoughtful, though her lips pursed in a grim line as she dwelled on the previous events. Suffice to say, if anyone deserved an apology it was the fluffy female now stood before her - the fact that Cyn was suffering from a horrid cold was meaningless, karma could kick him in the rear for his bad behaviour. Unsurprisingly, her nose wrinkled just a little more at her own thoughts, if there was one thing the red mare didn't appreciate it was when a creature was unnecessarily rude - there was no excuse for it!
"If anyone deserves an apology and an explanation, it would be you," she pointed out calmly and shook her head. Cyn Generis didn't typically wander far in these particular herd lands, he stuck to specific and more favoured regions. It was only when he answered the call of the spirits that he wandered a field and Yei would hazard a guess that he wasn't 'on call' at this precise moment in time. In short, he was highly likely to be skulking around the groves on the far side of the slopes if he needed to be sought out again. It should have been blatantly clear that this was what the mare intended to do too - or rather, she would send Kalila in that direction.
"If his cold worsens then that's his own fault, call it karma," she finally voiced her own opinion and snorted. "Honestly, m'dear - if you're going to seek him out (and I definitely would), I'd do it to get an explanation for his behaviour and an apology," she offered and then, pursed her lips impishly. When it came to dishing out justice, Yei always had a knack for it and rather enjoyed it when it wasn't vicious. If Cyn had run away then wouldn't it just be sods law that he was found again, and so easily?
"If you would like I could tell you where he (if you'll excuse the pun), haunts, while he's residing in these lands?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 12, 2010 6:33 pm
Kalila heaved a small sigh as she listened to Yei. And to think that her day was just beginning to brighten! It had started out rather uncomfortably, what with being half-froze in the mountains, but a chance meeting with Yei had changed everything. The Alpha of Islagiatt was so kind and generous and had warmed not just her body but her heart as well.
But the spirits were being spiteful, and somehow the large and ancient Angeni had scorned her. His disapproval was not at all something she desired, and yet part of Kalila couldn't understand why she cared. He was a stranger, someone she would never meet again once she took leave of the lands. . . but the green eyed mare couldn't leave on such a sour note. He had been pleasant to speak with before he saw her, before he claimed her to be dead.
A walking ghost. . . . It was crazy. "I suppose you're right," she spoke, lifting her head to look calmly at Yei. "And perhaps I won't apologize for being something I'm not, but an explanation would be nice. Or at least a civil conversation." Smiling gently, she gave her damp wings a small stretch before whipping back some of her now-curling mane. She was mostly dry, but feathering around her legs was still damp, and some of her tail and mane.
Pursing her lips a moment, Kalila's green eyes suddenly brightened and an impish smile crossed her features. Where he haunts. . . . . hmm. Yei was an absolute genius! "If you don't mind me navigating some of your territory for a wee bit longer, I think I shall pay him a visit. It would only be sensible of me, wouldn't it? One can't go around proclaiming strangers to be dead and a ghost and not expect to be haunted themselves. . . It's what ghosts do, don't they?" Chuckling softly, Kalila wasn't entirely sure she was serious about the thought. But, regardless what she said when she crossed paths with Cyn, she wouldn't leave until he explained his outburst to her.
And, the more she thought about it, the more she agreed with Yei that an apology most certainly wouldn't hurt.
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Posted: Mon Nov 15, 2010 2:30 am
Yei would have been inclined to agree with the mare had she voiced her approval – she had her moments of genius in amongst all the insanity. She was eccentric and even she could recognise that on occasions she was thoroughly exasperating; but, it was this eccentricity that ensured that her punishments were creative. They were memorable for all involved – to the one who was subject to them and to the one that exacted them. The wrath of Yei Umeko could be notorious, but it wasn’t always she who was responsible for it, she just made a point of interest and permitted the individual to go wild with whatever idea inspired them.
Obviously, the elder mare chose to look oblivious, she feigned ignorance in favour of allowing the younger mare’s imagination to run wild. Despite her lack of knowledge in relation to Kalila, the elder mare had faith in her intellect. That being said she had faith in all of the younger generations until they proved such a thing to be unwise. If Kalila had already come up with an idea, something Yei was sure of, given the glint in her eyes, then she was certainly capable of pulling it off. The Alpha would of course make herself available should any aid be required but she sincerely doubted this would be the case – after all, Kalila was the one that was ‘dead’, Yei knew for a fact she wouldn’t pull this ‘dead’ thing off herself.
“You will find that I am usually right,” she replied loftily, both brows rising teasingly. She knew more than one individual would disagree with this observation, but they weren’t here and as a consequence, they would forever remain silent! “I am an endless font of knowledge and inspiration,” she continued and then chuckled, clearly not believing her own remark. She knew she had wisdom and experience that came with age but she was no oracle and didn’t know everything in this world (although sometimes she wished she did).
“You are more than welcome to explore the region as you see fit, just make sure that you shelter from the worst of the weather when it comes,” Yei continued and shook her head. She really didn’t need to find the wind mare stuck in the snow again, she might appear to late a second time. “You may find that he has wandered into the hidden groves though and this isn’t an area that I hold sway over,” she warned. She was of course referring to Azumoth’s territory, the stallion that had a rather strong alliance with the herd but remained independent all the same. “However you will be pleased to know that the soquili in control of this particular reasonable has become much more amiable due to the influence of his mate,” she explained with a wry smile.
Once a beast, Azumoth was now a harmless kitten.
Most of the time.
She paused and then she too gained an impish grin, he hadn’t left that long ago so he wouldn’t have covered that much ground. He would be too weighted down by the water and the cold for even his mighty wings to propel him through the air.
“You know, if you were quick enough about it I suspect you could catch up to him. So long as you keep your ears out for the chime of bells you will know he’s there...” she cooed mischievously. Ah, but what she would give to see the reaction on his face when the petite wind mare scurried up behind him and stuck to him like glue. Yei had a sneaking suspicion he wouldn’t be quite so rude next time!
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Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2010 2:31 pm
Kalila listened to the mare in question, pleased that the Alpha didn't seem to mind her lingering within the herd lands. Thankfully, she was fairly harmless, and never intentionally wound up getting herself in trouble. Given, flying through a blizzard hadn't been wise on her part, but no harm had come of it - Yei had found her long before she froze! And while stalking the ebony stallion might not be wise, she had her reasons and she promised to do her best not to anger the male further. So long as she trod carefully through the lands that weren't entirely under Yei's jurisdiction, she'd be quite fine.
Maybe. With a little luck.
Smiling graciously, she dipped her head in a bit of a bow. "Thank you so much for your hospitality. . . I'll take better care of the weather, and should hopefully be able to find shelter in the woodlands if things take a turn for the worse." That was the perk about the mountains and hills, they weren't so high up in altitude that the trees were unable to root. This meant she was safe. . . sort of . . .from the worst of the weather. Instead of trying to fly through the blizzard and freeze, she could just take shelter within the woods and burrow in to her thick fur. "Hopefully though, I won't disturb others outside the angeni in question. . . And with luck, I shall be on my way to the warmer plains soon!" That way Yei wouldn't have to worry about a rogue wind trodding around her lands unnecessarily.
Truly, though Kalila did want to speak once more to Cyn, to see why he had reacted so strangely to her, most importantly she did NOT ant to overstay her welcome. She was not a loiterer and refused to be looked upon as one. "I won't forget your kindness," she smiled, her words sincere and entirely grateful. "If you'll excuse me, please, I'd hate to lose him before he gets too far ahead." Hopefully though, with how big a soquili he had been, and how fluffy, his trail would be easy to follow.
If she was a ghost, it was only proper she haunt him. . . . Maybe then he'd accept her for who she was and life could continue on as normal. But until then, she would play along with his idea of the dead.
Moving past Yei, the wind gave herself one last little shake to remove any excess water from her coat, and stepped out in to the icy and snow covered hills. She was still damp, but it wasn't anything she couldn't handle. Now . . to find Cyn. . . . She kept her eyes on the snow covered path, and attempted to locate which way he'd gone. She'd also keep her ears open for the sound of bells.
He'd only brought this fate on to himself, after all . . . . Maybe next time he'd be more reasonable when he declared who was and wasn't a ghost.
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Posted: Thu Nov 25, 2010 5:14 am
Yei had of course offered her farewells as the wind departed, but unfortunately for the Angeni, he had long since moved away from the cave entrance and was not privvy to the knowledge of this particular departure. Nor was he to be privvy to the impending doom he would face at the hooves of his newly acquired 'ghost'. Truth be told he had assumed (wrongly) that he had left that little issue behind.
However, it would have been inaccurate to assume he was by any means comforted by this. On the contrary, his decision to storm off while so sodden and riddled wih the flu had left him in a much more grim mood than he had been in this morning. His mood had darkened considerably, he hadn't experienced quite so negative a swing in a long time and by his standards 'long' was above average! Had it not been for that small series of events he could still have been soaking in the hotspring, the steam rising up to clear his nose but nooooo...
A ghost!
Who would have thought it?
She'd seemed to real too, that was what had disturbed him most. He had been greeted by spirits before, but none had been capable of touching him in that manner. She had and in those moments he had been clenched with fear at the prospect that not everything was as it seemed, he didn't think he was dead, but if a ghost could touch him then surely he was! It was a ridiculous musing and he knew it, but there was no other explanation as to why she could stand in his gaze and remain a shining beacon against the deadened landscape - it just didn't happen.
He heaved a sigh and continued on, his trail blatently evident in the snow as his broad limbs tore through the powdered substance. One would have been blind to miss it as he proceeded west; even his wings seemed to make a dent and now and again faint 'speckles' could be seen where warm water had dripped and clipped the snow. The bells may have been quiet for the time being, the spirits deeming it unnecessary to announce his presence but then again, why bother when his location was so obvious anyway!
His progress was faster than most given his weight and size, but it would still take him quite some time to hit any location that he considered to be a suitable shelter - she had plenty of time to catch him.
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Posted: Thu Nov 25, 2010 11:50 am
While it was still chilly out, the young mare was at least more dry than the great angeni. The thickest parts of her mane and tail were damp, but her feathers were mostly dry and she certainly wasn't dripping with water! This allowed her to move much more swiftly over the snow covered terrain. It also helped that the angeni's path meant she didn't have to force her own. . . .
Tracking him would be the easy part.
Of course, the moment she left the cave and the further she followed the ebony stallions trail, the more cautious Kalila became. Without the Alpha's confidence being readily available, and with the recollection of how upset Cyn had seemed, the young mare began to wonder if her plan was a good idea.
She might really upset him. . . . She could just as easily turn around and make her way out of the mountains. The weather was clear, and flying would be much faster than walking.
But . . . No. Sick or not, he had deemed her dead! It was absolutley ridiculous really, and the way he had plowed out of the hot springs had been quite rude. Truly, this was his own doing, and if he thought she was a ghost well . . . . than fine! She'd play his game, and she would (until he declared otherwise) be his ghost. Haunting came with the territory, and since he was the only one who saw her as such, it only made sense that he be her victim.
While she kept her ears open for the sign of bells, the mare found that it wasn't her ears that would first discover the angeni, but her eyes. She paused in her steps, unsure no how to go about haunting him. Hmm. Well, ghosts kind of came and went, and it was likely he would hear her own steps crunching in to the snow. She certainly couldn't float (once again, proof she wasn't dead) and hiding would be more like a stalker. . . .
Well . . . she wasn't a stalker, thank you very much, she was a haunter. There was a big difference, really, and that differnce was the one she was haunting thought her dead.
Surely this would get him to believe she was alive!
"OooooOOooooo . . ." She made as spooky a ghost noise as she could come up, hiding her smile and trying to look as serious as possible. Kalila was unsure whether or not he would hear her, or even acknowledge her, but he was officially stuck. This was his own doing, and she would feel no sympathy. . . or at least would hide it if she did.
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 1:48 am
He'd heard the crunching behind him, mild and effortless as it borrowed the path he had breached through the snow banks. He was accustomed to this, soquili in this region often borrowed from one another and usually in manners such as these - if one soquili made life for another then it was greatly appreciated, in turn, it was hoped the favour would be returned. As a consequence he had schooled himself not to be unsettled by these sounds unless they were accompanied by a warning scent, for example, if the scent of blood hit the stallion's nose then he knew that something was amiss.
In short he was completely unprepared for the mare's plot and if he had expected the soquili to eventually shift direction and take another path then he was sorely mistaken. It was only after the hoof steps had followed him for a considerable time that he began to wonder at the identity. Foals were lighter on their hooves, clumsier and usually yelped when they slipped - this individual was quiet and as of yet had given no clear indication to who they were. Beneath his long forelock his brows creased in suspicion and his nostrils flared a touch in an attempt to detect who or what it as - unfortunately, a blocked nose rather hindered this.
Nevertheless he was to be granted some assistance and this was provided by none other than the visitor herself. No sooner had his ears swivelled round than she had 'spoken', or more accurately she had opted to coo at him. Of course he recognised this sound, it was the same one made by all individuals who were attempting to mimic a ghost - alas, so few seemed to realise that ghosts were typical silent or spoke in a perfectly normal manner. However, it was the identity of the owner that caused him concern - after all, this mare was dead!
Was she mocking him?
She was mocking him, he was certain of it.
He came to a halt, his sides quivering in protest at the prolonged exposure to the extreme weather. His nose wrinkled and slowly but surely he spun round to 'face' the mare in question. He had chosen to hold his silence, a spur of the moment decision until he hashed out the most appropriate reaction to the deceased mare. Whatever had happened to her had left her so traumatised that she had refrained from passing on, such was her denial that she was firm in her belief that she was alive!
This posed a problem for him as he was no Angeni of death and his abilities did not lie in the communication and assistance of the dead. The spirits should have known that, so why had they dropped her on his lap?
"Begone spirit, you were supposed to pass through the veil long ago," he ordered softly.
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 10:09 pm
Kalila had no idea that her idea of 'ghostlike' behavior was totally inaccurate. Unlike Cyn, she was thoroughly oblivious to the ways of the dead, so one couldn't fault her attempt. She had never been cursed with his vision, and as far as she knew, had never even been privy to any spirit, good or bad! But she did have stories, and she did have an imagination. . .together, Cyn would be doomed.
DOOOOOOOMED!
Well, at least as doomed as an overly-fluffy wind could manage. Thankfully, that wasn't saying much, even with her optimism. Oh well. As far as Kalila were concerned, it wouldn't take much for the ebony angeni to call his bluff and admit she was not dead.
As soon as he did, she could stop being a ghost, and life could resume as normal. She would say her adieu and he would never have to lay eyes on her again. Not that he really DID lay eyes on her. . . . he was blinded, after all.
On she walked, trailing the stallion and doing her best to keep an eye on the direction they headed. She didn't want to wind up horrifically lost, especially if another winter storm blew in! Part of Kalila wanted to stop and just leave the senile old angeni alone, but another part of her was stubborn and playful. He had started it, and until she got some answers, she wasn't going to leave.
If he was a gentleman at all he could at least apologize for his brash behavior. She deserved that much, didn't she? And, last but not least, there really was something intriguing about the stallion. Something . . . different about him, compared to all the others she had met. Perhaps it was his exotic looks, perhaps it was his ebony coat, regardless the reason she just . . . couldn't shake the feeling that something was . . . off.
It wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but it was almost like deja vu or perhaps she had walked with him once upon a dream? Maybe. She did have an over active imagination, and her dreams could be terribly vivid. Mostly she dreamed about two-legged villages . . .
Ah! But there were her thoughts, already drifting and spinning. Her body froze as Cyn stopped in his travel. The mare looked up, studying his form, and preparing herself to be driven away. He had to be cold, and he was sick . . . a good recipe to make someone severely unpleasant! Her ears strained to hear his words, and she almost heaved a sigh at his order.
The veil?
Seriously. . .?
Taking a few steps closer, the mare gave a small shrug and sigh. "Oh. Well, I suppose there must have been some mistake. I must have taken a wrong turn somewhere. . . " She let her voice drop, biting her lower lip before giving a small shrug. "As it is, here I am. I suppose the spirits will fetch me along soon enough, don't you think? I really should make the best of this unfortunate misstep." She gave her wings a small stretch, folding them along her back as she glanced around the wood lands.
If she weren't careful, she really would wind up horribly lost and crossing that veil long before she intended. And that wouldn't be very fun at all, oh no. And it would mean the black angeni would get the last laugh, or at least be right, and she doubted haunting him as a real ghost would be very easy OR much fun. So, the green eyed mare would do all that she could to avoid that ending. . . .
And keeping alert of her surroundings was one step to prevent an untimely death.
As an after thought, she did add another small, " . . . boo."
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2010 5:38 am
For a spirit she was certainly a jovial one - her ebullient manner and opportunistic take on her mistep was mildly disturbing. Yet the mare seemed to relish in his discomfort and the fact he was very unhappy with her presence. It wasn't that he had a dislike for the mare, up until he had been made aware of what she was he had considered her most pleasant. However, now that he had been exposed to the truth he wholely recognised the danger she posed to the very precarious balance that existed within the world of mortals. The veil was already thin and held together by very fine threads, to have the dead slip through or refuse it's warm embrace for too long might cause issues that extended far beyond the time when they finally decided to cross over.
As a creature of balance, who watched over the flow of time with a keen sense of duty, he was all too aware of how fragile the balance could be. If someone were to meddle with time, he would find himself in dire straights. Their meddling might cause a multitude of individuals not to be born, vital events that had shaped the world might not even occur. Perhaps it was an exageration on his part but there were just some things that shouldn't be meddled with. When it came to the balance of anything, the neutral stallion took things very poorly when it was under threat.
He heaved a sigh.
...Then he heaved another one.
"Your prolonged existence in this world threatens to tear the veil," he replied coolly, momentarily immune to her good humour and blase response. "Making the 'best' of this particular misstep would be to find your way back to the veil and cross over in the appropriate manner rather than risk the future of those around you," he chastised her. His tone was sharp, particularly unforgiving and one could speculate it was probably made worse by her little jibes and gentle provocations. Apparently even Angeni had their hissy fits...
"What I would suggest is that you retrace your steps, find where your body fell and take measures from there -" he added. Admittedly he wasn't entirely sure how the veil functioned on the whole and how it was found. Death was not his domain, it was monitored and protected by another Angeni and as a consequence all he knew was from what he had been taught prior to his arrival in the Kawani Province. This meant that the ebony male (despite his age) was entitled to a certain level of naivity, even with he chose to show such a thing at a most inopportune time.
"And if you 'boo' at me one more time I shall pray to the spirits myself to implore they remove you immediately by force, contrary to belief such reavers do exist and will appear when absolutely necessary," he snapped grumpily.
...Okay, so maybe 'boo' was his trigger word - perhaps there was another that would make him swear like a sailor?
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 9:42 pm
Kalila could feel her wing feathers stand on edge as the ebony stallion began to lecture her. While she found the entire situation ludicrous, his agitation was a bit upsetting. She really didn't like to frustrate others, but he had been tricky to understand. At first they were getting along swimmingly (no pun intended) and then out of no where his entire vicissitude had changed! He went from good natured to down right irritable and she did not like to be called dead!
This was not how she hoped to make amends with the angeni. Surely he could just admit his mistake and then they could both be on their way. Still, she wasn't about to give up. He made his bed and now he was going to lay in it. Her mother would be perfectly appalled. Thankfully though, her mother wasn't here.
Despite her slight annoyance with his stubborness, Kalila kept her expression mild mannered. She did raise a brow as he threatened to call her away. Snorting softly, she added with a slightly frostier tone herself, "Well. You certainly can't blame me. I am a ghost, am I not? While some ghosts might not actually make such sounds, let's just say I'm indulging the stereotype. I certainly don't know what sounds ghosts make, but then you claim I'm delusional in arguing that I'm not a ghost. As such, I'm afraid you're going to have to get used to it . . . . If I really were dead, I would go 'OoooOOoooo' when haunting someone. And as you're the only one who knows what I truly am, it makes sense that you would be the perfect target to haunt."
Stubborn. She could be it. And she would have to be if he continued his own ridiculous behavior. Personally, she thought the entire scenario absolutely hilarious, but it seemed the ebony one was less than pleased. "I don't think my body fell anywhere, so I can't go back and find it. This body is solid. . .haven't you felt it?" She stretched out her wings, offering them to him so he might feel. She was solid. Really solid.
"But if I must find the Angeni of Death to have him clarify things, perhaps you should come with and aid me? I honestly haven't a clue where he or she might be, and unless you can summon him or her to straighten this matter out, searching the old fashioned way is our best bet." Her green eyes sparkled a bit as she grinned and added gently, "But then again, if that's too much of a hassle, we can just continue as we are. You really shouldn't be out in this weather with your coat as drenched as it is."
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 10:20 am
She had him there - she was a ghost and if she wanted to indulge in the stereotype then it wasn't really his place to argue against it. By default, he was well aware that spirits didn't wander about making such ridiculous noises but even they were entitled to some form of entertainment. In the time they existed within the realms of the living they had to find some small enjoyment and some of them might very well get a kick out of doing that - in fact, he would even hazard a guess that it was probably a ghost that started the accursed trend! Consequently, the stallion opened his mouth to respond and then shut it abruptly when he discovered that he lacked a suitable response to her retort, he conceded that she had played that one well.
Touche.
Nevertheless she eventually led on to a topic that he did have a response for and his nose wrinkled in disagreement. Just because she felt solid didn't mean she was solid - poltergeists were well known for that trait. Of course these poltergeist often used an unseen force rather than solidifying but given his current state of mind, he didn't give this much consideration. As a result, whenever she made reference to the fact that she was solid he didn't take this for valid proof that she was alive and therefore permitted to exist in the realms of the living!
"I am aware that you feel solid," he replied darkly and shook his head. "You did push me into the water," he pointed out, an indication that she had state the obvious in his mind. "However, there exist in this world spirits who can make themselves appear solid in order to achieve their goals - if yours was to push me into a pool then you would obviously appear solid," he explained coolly. Evidently, it was going to take a little more than a perfectly logical argument for him to accept her as a living entity. Whether it be the words of the Angeni of death or a variety of witnesses that confirmed that she did in fact have a pulse.
...A doctor might make a good witness.
Although given Cyn's behaviour, the doctor might be more concerned about his mental stability rather than confirming that a living being had a genuine pulse!
However, when she made reference to the angeni of death once more he furrowed his brow just a touch (resulting in another scrunched nose) and considered her words. She seemed determined to plague him, there was no way of avoiding this fact, if the solution was to lead her to his fellow Angeni then he would do it. After he'd dispatched of her then he would only have to attend to his cold - it was an acceptable strategy.
"Then I shall take you to the Angeni of Death," he informed her after a brief delay. "As for my health, I will worry about that than necessary, I have been subjected to much worse conditions before." He snorted and shook his head, "That being said, I never had the priviledge of being haunted at the same time, if the spirits intend to toy with me again they are sorely mistaken - I do not play games," he growled. This matter now addressed he turned, selected a random direction and began to move accordingly - he had absolutely no idea where his fellow Angeni was, but he was certain he would find someone with information eventually.
"Now come, we have little time before you damage the veil beyond repair."
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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2011 10:47 am
There would be no arguing. At least that's what it seemed. The ebony stallion before her was being quite stubborn about this entire affair and she really didn't think any logic was going to change his opinion. It was an absolutely ridiculous opinion, mind, but it was his and he had a right to think and believe what he wished. She didn't entirely understand why he thought she was dead, but it didn't much matter one way or another.
So until the matter was sorted, she would play along with his role. Arguing with him would just waste energy, so she might as well haunt him until he figured out his mistake. It wasn't as if Kalila had anywhere to go, and it wasn't as if this detour in her travels were going to upset her plans. She had no plans, and while she hadn't expected to play the role as ghost, it would at least make for a good story.
Still, it surprised Kalila that the angeni actually agreed to her plan. To find this Angeni of Death. While she wasn't exactly afraid of ghosts and the undead, she couldn't help but feel a chill run up her spine. Up until a moment ago, she had no idea that such a creature even existed and now she would be on the hunt for him or her!? Well, at least they would set this Cyn character straight.
Still, the mare had to wonder what this Angeni would be like. She didn't actually want to die, of course, and she didn't exactly think this new angeni would do such a thing but . . .who knew? Oh well. What was the likelihood of actually finding the other? Swallowing a bit of her fear, the green eyed female gave a small snort and pawed at the ground. "You've made your point perfectly clear that you're not one for a good joke or game, and I can assure you the spirits aren't twisting your hoof over this. I am alive. Since you still don't believe me, then yes, let us be off so we can get this record straight. The sooner you realize I am completely harmless, the better for us all." She grinned and gave her wings a stretch, toddling closer to Cyn, her new and unexpected travelling companion. "So. Which way do we go? I've never actually gone soquili hunting before, so I really wouldn't even know where to begin."
Surely Cyn had a better idea than she did. Where did one even find an angeni? Shoot, before this day she'd only heard rumors of such beings existence! To actually meet one in the form of Cyn, and now on the hunt for another was almost too much. What an adventure this would be!
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 4:08 am
How did one find an Angeni? It was impossible to be completely accurate while instructing someone on this issue - there were simply too many variables. Locating an Angeni weighed heavily on their domain, their demeanour and their age. The more youthful Angeni seemed to be much more sociable and had more of an inclination to throw their domains right in the face of the 'mortal' soquili in the province. Whereas the more mature Angeni often kept to themselves and 'discovering' them was generally down to luck or necessity.
In the case of Cyn Generis, locating him was primarily down to luck unless you lived within his immediate radius. Tracking him down in the grove was significantly easier for family and friends, but to the general 'public' he could be a nightmare to locate. He had his reasons for being less sociable than other domains of course, after all, Time was a constant and people rarely meddled in it. They sought other methods of changing their fate through other blessings and assistance. In addition, the vast majority of soquili understood that Time was not an element that could be toyed with without dire consequences.
No - Cyn Generis was an Angeni who only revealed himself when a soquili was at an impasse and their future held two different outcomes. When there was a fork in the road and they were at a standstill then there was a chance that he might arrive on the scene. However, one couldn't meddle with the streams of time and fate too much and this led to him being rather vague - an infuriating quality to possess.
Nevertheless, being an Angeni did give him some rough idea of how to locate one. Keeping in mind the domain that he was in pursuit of, he would be required to make a number of assumptions. The first of these was that as the representative of 'death' he wasn't liable to be the most visible of individuals - in short, he was probably well hidden (or kept to himself) until he was required. This considered, he then needed to dwell on the possibility of how few witnesses their might be to his existence.
...He sighed.
There weren't going to be many.
He submitted himself to the fact that he would be forced to seek out this Angeni in the same way that most others sought after him. He would listen for the sound of bells, there was always a soft chime of such things when an Angeni came in to the vicinity. It wasn't a surefire guarantee and they might very well bump into an Angeni of an entirely different domain but it was a start.
He gave a small grunt, he was getting much too old for this nonsense. One day he would retire and when he did, it would be a very splendid day indeed!
"This way," he broke the silence between himself and the 'ghost' mare. With that he proceeded through the snow, once again cutting a large path through it - the mare would never have to worry about struggling through its depths again! "And I do have an inclination to fun and games, if I did not then I would not have catered to the idea of our little game previously," he added stubbornly, resembling a petulant child much more than his actual age.
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