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 Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 6:05 pm
Chapter 4 "Tonight I had another meeting with Sanue. I'm not sure if I'm relieved I know, or more worried now that Zak's been spotted. But wither way that does not change the situation. I suppose the anxiousness of not knowing it best left undisturbed with this new information, as I don't bother with it anymore. I have my duty, for the love of my son and the happiness of Cress and her mother I will not allow myself to fail. If I fail I put them in danger, and if I put them in danger I'll have forever shamed my name and whatever lineage I have. Even if I'm nothing more than a mutt, the offspring of dirty genes and a cowardly stallion, I will not fail what I have created for myself. Life. Happiness. A bed of wonder and fantasy for my mind to effortlessly stroll through. Everything I hold dear will be at stake in this next meeting- but I suppose I am getting ahead of myself now.
Sanue is an alright guy, and I appreciate what he has done for me thus far. However I do not require, neither do I wish him to continue further into the issue. It is not his problem to deal with; it is mine. And as Cress has stated before, it is ours. Together. I need to get some information out of Zaknafein before it gets any further into disarray and destruction, I have to know. What did I do. How and why did it effect him. Those are question that swirl my head and leave me little rest at night till I am wary of my own shadow. Am I the murderer he says I am?
I've gotten off subject. Please excuse me. My night went further as I was surprised with a visit from the energetic foal- er young mare, Mecriana. She's grown quite a bit since I last saw her, and I've got to say I wasn't expecting to see her all grown up. Its good though she's getting along alright, and I can only hope for her life to get better after what her father did to her. I'm just glad she didn't inquire as to the favor Sanue did me, which I'm relieved. I wouldn't allow my closest friends to be anywhere near this issue, as I would not want to put them in harm's way.
As for me... keep me in your thoughts. Judgement day is coming. My judgement day, and the overseer is a green brute by the name of Zaknafein. I don't know what's going to happen, but I will not allow myself to sucomb to failure."
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 7:49 pm
[~Library Tale~]
[.Hard Truth.]
~The night was cold, the skies dotted the millions of bright stars that nearly every Nequus has pondered the existance of at least once in his or her life. From the great herdleaders of the valley all the way up to the mysterious mountain walkers of Casa Tiner, the question that has at least once popped into one's subconcious is always: What are they? Stars, yes, but are they merely bright lights shinning from millions of miles away or are they something more? Are they in fact... something much, much greater than any of us has ever pondered?
Such a question was asked on the this very night, by a nequus whose coat was clouded with the hazy greys of the evening clouds, hiding his splotches of golden sun that appeared around his shoulders, haunch, and face. No more, and no less. Evidently, as the young stallion was gazing atop the single hill of his valley home, a home his father had built with great effort through hard times- as this was a place that many great herds sought after and fought for with the blood of their own sons. Just as he had asked himself "What are stars?" hoofbeats from behind softly crunched into the sweet grasses, moist with the evening dew. There was no need for alarm though, as no one other than a herd member would ever dare to wander this far into his home, and so the clouded stallion turned a smile over his shoulder to greet the oncoming nequus. "Greetings", he called softly, his voice smooth like honey, and sweet like the first crop at spring grass.
With easy eyes he watched as the other nequus approached him slowly, calmly, with the look of wisdom to his eyes. The prince, our clouded stallion, hadn't thought to have seen her before, but surely this elder hadn't just wandered into the herdlands. "Young one, you desire to know about the stars?" The voice came slowly, as it often did in one's old age. The elder mare stopped in her tracks beside the strong, handsome prince, her gaze dulled from years of weakening sight. "I shall tell you what my father told me, the knowledge passed down from leader to leader. I see you are the son of the great Yeisu, are you not entitled to such knowledge?" Hesitantly the mare's lips cracked into an awkward, knowing smile, one that showed lines of age around her muzzle.
The clouded prince was entranced with prospect of knowing such knowledge. If he was destined to take over the herdlands, was it not his divine right to know? "I desire to hear the secret, please, do tell me." He had always been a respectful sort, despite his status and what he would grow become, and so he would be no less to the elderly mare.
She seemed pleased with hearing his answer, he could see it in the very way her smile widened into a full on grin, exposing rotten teeth that had surely seen better days. "My dear prince, these stars are the burdens, both heavy and light, that you must carry in your lifetime. They are beautiful yes, but do not misjudge their intension. There will be many stars like this that you will encounter, all bearing the same ill-will and mock love you are destined to have. The first of which, will be given to you tomorrow by your father-"
The prince, no matter how respectful he was, could not bare to hear another word of what was to be said. "Lies! My father would never deceive me... you shall be punished for your insolence." A word of finality, spoken with the flames of strong passion, as her judgement was passed through the to-be king of the valley herd. Her death was sudden, quiet, and all around painless as his horn delved deeply past her very skull. The elderly mare, with the knowledgeable eyes and kind compassion, slipped from this Urin as an angel of the Divine, her soul swept into eternal rest.
The next day the clouded prince had every intention on seeing his father and discussing heartily the tongue of a liar, when he was approached by the very stallion he sought out. "My son! Such greatness it is I see in your eyes, you have been thinking. Come now, let me show you to the mare that is to be your mate, and our queen..." Most certainly she had been a beautiful, delicate thing, with eyes as sweet as the frist crop at spring grass.
To this day, the valley herd lay in ruins with little a surviver strewn here and there. The queen now reins over what is left of the once beautiful herdlands, clouded stallion driven to insanity over her deception and life of lies fed to him through her sweetness. His once precious queen Star, now the tormentor of his soul.~
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 1:53 pm
[~Library Tale~]
[.Ode to the Warrior.]
~The winter months were always the hardest for the beings who dared grit their teeth and bite back the urge to migrate to the warmer lands of the south, but hardly the cruellest of elements in the tribal lands of the ancient nequus. In years past, a great turmoil between creatures of intellect and those of a harsh brutality have clashed against each other to take control of the land known as D'ob. Simply, there hasn't been enough to sustain the growing populations of both sides, and the races dwindled down to the few and scarce; the weaker creatures having been picked off in the earlier raids.
In this time of need and reality, only those with a hide of iron and bite of steal at their sides would ever gain the balance needed to survive. Among those of intellect, with few creatures standing at his or her side; was a lone Nequus. The warrior of the breed was able to charge head fourth into the masses of the growing ranks of the enemy, burdened by their greed and all things impure of heart. With silver hooves flashing into the depths of swamp and marsh, seemingly flying over the lands of blood soaked battlefields; such a warrior had no qualms with barring his teeth.
In a quick motion, the darkness of greed and its ranks gathering round his tattered and beaten hide, his single row of teeth bared to the masses. Long and sleek, with a curve so elegant he could have sliced the wind in two, as he went plunging into a bloodlust savored by few. Such strikes went ripping past all that opposed him, his muzzle stained by the crimson spill of those who tried.
There was a time when the young warrior, lathered in his own sweat and exhaustion, thought that the battle would be his demise; but his ever-beating heart, his single redemeption bared to the world, bit back the need to fall. His courage, passed down from his father, and his father's father as well, had seen its day and then some. However, with him unwilling to lay down in such a challenge, only fueled the warrior’s angst.
When the deed was done, and the last of the oppressors fell to the bite of his rage, his only challenge was to return home to deliver such a message. To say the plight was over, to say he had been the one to ensure the following generations. It brought such joy to his hollowed heart it nearly broke him to come face to face with his reality. Certainly such an act of bravery wouldn’t have its consequences, its setbacks if you will. A slow exhalation of breath on his part, and it brought more pain to his chest then any action before it. He knew then. The warrior, like so many others before him, had been dealt a deadly blow in return to his favor to the tribes of D'ob.
Deeply cut against his bare and beating breast, a stream of crimson bathed the fair hide that had so easily been opened. Beading at the crest, slowly his blood leant downward to form the trail which led it to mingle with the mud of the battlefield. His death would have been a quick one, a painless one had he simply decided to lie there amongst the filth he had slain just moments before. The young warrior, with silver hooves saturated with the sucking pull of the earth below, had struggled against his maker for as long as he possibly could. To tell the tribes, to gather them quickly before him, would have been his last minute’s wish.
To crest a hill was normally a feat easily done, but when a single stallion crossed its path, it felt as though the heaven’s would open up with such compassion as mother earth and the Gods/Goddesses themselves. It was there the three tribes gathered, the mares and stallions bearing no foals this year. Rather, bearing the heavy heart of loss from the war’s era, unable to bring themselves into such worldly joy; looked upon the silver warrior with a nervous contempt. It was here he told them of his plight, of his victory... and finally his death.
Heart-stricken were the masses, no matter the tribe, at the loss of such a hero among them. Though joyous were their hearts for his sacrifice, as they celebrated the full harvest moon; which had certainly guided the warrior back home with its firm light of direction. It was from that day forth, the three tribes remembered the sacrifice, and met joyously on the eve of every full harvest moon; never again to allow such greed to engulf and bury their homeland again. They would fight, just as valiantly and bravely as the silver warrior.~
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 3:09 pm
[~Library Tale~]
[.Moonlit Beast.]
~The land was ridden with rumors and tales of a beast that roamed the land nearly every night, howling and moaning in pain and anguish as it made its way across Urin. Everyone has heard the cries, but no one had ever seen the beast that wandered. So naturally stories grew and grew until they seemed to as farfetched as the sun appearing during the middle of the night. Some said that it was a beast covered in black weeds that grew only because of its magic over the shadows. Other said it was a mutant rit that was the size of an Aeri, angry and fearsome over how it had been banished from its moutain home. But most agreed upon the tale of the wandering Caris ghost, a creature nearly the size of a tree where upon one look into its eyes would steal a nequus' soul.
Thusly it became sort of a bedtime story for young foals to keep them in line, the parents saying they'd leave them out in the woods for the Caris ghost to eat their soul if they were naughty and did no listen to their elders. It was on a night such as this where a young colt lay with his best friend, a spunky, rambuncious Caris who always enjoyed a good game. His mother had told him to stay put and to got to sleep, but there was something odd in the air tonight. Something that made him anxious and hard for sleep to reach him. When it did get to him, it was deep and unbothered, however restless as he tossed and turned during his nightmares.
It was during the middle of the night when his dreams finally woke him up, the colt's head jutting upwards in sudden terror as his eyes flashed open; fully expecting to see the monster that had been chasing him around in his dreams. A few quick, trembling breaths and he realized it was just a dream, which was comforthing, but not by much. Glacing about him in hopes of seeing his old friend the Caris, he realized he was all alone in his sleeping spot, despite his parents not being too far away. "... Hunter? Hunter where are you?" the colt whispered quietly into the dark, his Bae eyes unable to see like that of a Reya or Ichsa's.
The only answer to his pleas in the dark was a low growl off to his side, which startled him deeply. Jerking his head in that direction, he desperately tried to see who was there, hoping it was Hunter... but indeed it wasn't. Whatever had growled at him had glowing eyes that were illuminated in the moonlight, with ivory fangs that also shown dripping with something dark to form a pool under its maw. The colt didn't know what to do, and so he got up as quickly as he could and he ran as fast as his little legs would carry him. When finally he thought he was a safe distance away, he heard the growl off to his side once more and it startled him more than before. In his terror he couldn't help but think: how did the creature get there without him noticing?
One loud "MAMA! PAPA!-" and that was the last cry into the night. The creature had swallowed up the foal in one large gulp.
With the moment's excitement gone, the creature calmed enough to realize what it had done in its stupor of the chase. The creature being the Caris, Hunter, who grew and became beastily every night. He had not told the foal of his problem, nor anyone else, despite his long history of swallowing his friends whole. Once more, the Caris went into the night, moaning and howling in pain and anguish over what he had done once again.~
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 8:41 pm
[.My Bio Poem.]
~Aitumn
Who is a teller of stories, a fighter, and a lover
Who is brother of someone- maybe
Who loves Cressida, family, and respectfulness
Who feels content with life, playful with family, and fierce when threatened
Who needs to wander, keep in shape, and to stay alert
Who gives compassion, strength, and stories to those in need
Who fears the loss of happiness, harm to my family, and my past
Who would like to see the red mountain herd, Tucker all grown up, and beautiful scenery
Who (will) share my life with Cressida if she'll have it
Who is thinking I've fallen in love
Who is a resident of anywhere and everywhere
I have no last name.~
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 9:23 pm
[~Library Tale~]
[.Red Vengence.]
~There was a time when nearly every Nequus was on edge, a period of time where there was no peace between the two largest herds. One of the dusty mountains, the other of the cold, misty peaks of Casa Tiner. No one ever knew the reason as to why they hated each other so much, but some speculated it was due to them being lovers before either of them rose to power. Needless to say, the tension had grown unbearable between them, and the leader of the dusty mountain herd, a mare whose coat was the most radiant of reds, had delved off the deep end after a message sent to her by the leader of the Casa Tiner.
"Will you not surrender and end this period of angst and suffering?" she mouthed to herself for what had to be the sixith time since she's heard it. The nerve of that pompus stallion! That slimeball, that b*****d, that dirty drekhallah Ichsa! She was a fiery sort, with a passion that burned deep in her chest unlike any others, who put so much honor into battle she couldn't begin to think of surrender to that cold-hearted fool. No, that would not happen, not while she was still the leader.
And even that may come to a close realtively quickly...
A flick of her flaxen mane and the mare gave a hard glance over her shoulder to the anxious looking stallion behind her who had been her mate for no longer than a full moon's circle. Already he was showing the signs of nervousness, which often led to brash, unthoughtful decisions. "Harp, c'mere sweety", she called softly to the strong stallion, his feathered wings shuffling slightly as if startled. Yes she could see it in him now, the jumpiness, the uneasiness, it was plain as day how he was plotting against her. Nevertheless he came, and he came quickly to rest by her side. "Harp, do you not desire to see this herd in top condition? Do you not believe we are the best and the more powerful of them all?" An innocent enough question, but one he took no pleasure in answering. A simple 'Yes m'lday' was all she got out of him.
That was it. That sealed his fate like a the leaping of a mouse into a rit's open jaws. "Wonderful darling. Then you would be glad to take this message to that b*****d Coldstone." A stab in the back no doubt, for any messenger sent between them was killed after outliving their usefulness out of common practice. He looked as if he would plead right then, fall to his knees and beg for mercy from the fire-bred mare before him. However there was no pleading, not for himself, as he indeed planted his knees into the dust as was the custom.
"M'lady. M'lady please, if you cannot see it now, and if you will not see it in my death, than please bring yourself to look upon the situation when your comrade, our friends are giving their lives for your stubbornness. Please reconsider your decision, there is no need to send everyone off to their deaths for your silly pride."
It had been a bold thing for him to say. Too bold. The mare, Heat as she was called, came down upon his flesh like a blood-stricken Caris, crashing a forehoof into his lowered muzzle. "Silly?! You think I am silly? You coward of a stallion, you were not worthy of this job in the first place! Go now, deliver my message and hope Coldstone has more mercy on you than I would have," with that she spit upon his dirtied muzzle, having been shoved into the dirt by her strike.
The nerve! The nerve! How dare he! Needless to say he was scrambling off like a kicked Zrun, off to his death, off to deliver her message of war.
It had been several days since that last contact with the enemy, and she was sure her former mate was dead by now. If he even delieved the message at all. But perhaps Coldstone had backed down? Perhaps he had realized that she, the mighty leader of the dusty mountain herd, had finally won their war after all these years. That must have been it. With a smug smirk in her triumph, Heat went to tell the masses of their victory.
As she descended down the stone path of her hidden cavern, the came an uproar like any other, which startled her like nothing else. Not a moment later she was looking over the ride of their small clearing, shocked and a bit afraid. Slain? They were all slain? Her herd was gone, the survivors surely have fled, but what happened? Why hadn't anyone told her? Why didn't she hear anything?
A dull pain to the back of her neck and it was all over, the limp body of Heat slipping off her hooves to lie quietly amongst the dust.
"Find the peace you could not have in life, in death, dear one," the solemn voice of Coldstone spoke during the quiet moment. He had recieved the message brought by Heat's formal lover, and he had had him slain as was the custom; but it had gone on long enough. To think she was so far gone as to send her lover into the jaws of death without so much as a backward glance. It was better this way.~
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2008 11:26 am
Chapter 5 "I've discovered an addiction that has been hidden for quite awhile now. I'm unsure if anyone's ever felt it before, but I'm certain someone has, at least one. If not everyone. I've discovered to let myself go into a single wake of antcipation and fury, is my dulling addiction away from the guilt and the questions I have when it comes to the ordeal of Zaknafein. It helped me briefly to forget my hesitation in what must be done to protect my family, but only just briefly, for I also discovered I cannot dwell on other subjects while in such a mood. Knowledge I shall surely use to my advantage next time I see the green b*****d.
Anyway, I was on the beach, as I seem to be lately, when Mecriana came out of nowhere. The poor girl, I think I ran her into the ground in my need to escape my feelings, for we sprinted together for a stretch or so across the shoreline. I should have known better than to push her, for had she not been a foal just recently? I shame myself in my recklessness.
Still, she seems to be doing alright, but that Scabbers had apparently picked up on my mood and demeanor and had perhaps sent her off to see me and figure it out. Least to say, I lied to her. Yes, I hate liars, I hate fakers, and yet I'm a walking contridiction to myself. Wonderful, in this situation I'm becoming what I despise most in other nequus, and it disgusts me. I just hope in my next meeting with Zaknafein I can control myself, and that I do not become the murderer he believes me to be.
Until then, I am staying at the beach with Cressida, Tucker, and Rhea. I will not leave their sides anymore this day or the next days until Zak shows himself once more. He's here, I know it this time, and he will not catch them when I'm not there."
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2008 2:42 pm
[~Library Tale~]
[.Waterfall Glade.]
~There was a secret hidden deep within the lands of Yisi, one that almost no Nequus knew about. One of the those Nequus blessed with the knowledge was an Ichsa mare with a coat silver like the light of the moon, but with soft tendrils of a pale purple that seemed to envelope her fully at some points. She was not of noble breed, nor could she remember exactly when or where she use to live, which was an odd sort for almost anyone, especially one as young as herself.
Every night she would travel through a special path carved through the trees and swamplands years beyond her age, by a mystical force no one could recall. And everytime she would be brought to a crystaline pond that made the curious shape of a Reya's horn, where at its base was thin line of water that poured down from the above cliffs. She could never tell where the water or cliffs came from, for she was certain there was none like it in all land. And every time she placed a hoof into the gentle waters, it would slowly tint to a light violet, including the very waterfall that seemed to be coming out of nowhere.
Once in the pool of shallow, crystal waters, the Ichsa mare would toss and play about like a filly seeing water for the first time, giggling and running circles all about the base. Yet, she never dared go past the waterfall, for there was a place at the base of the shallow pool where the water was always, always tinted black unlike the rest of it. She was unsure why, but she found it to be a forbidden area, as if whispered to her in a dream.
One day the ichsa mare with coat of silver and indigo was frolicing in her violet pond, happy and content to just be there and to play. No worries about her former life. No temptation to escape this paradise that had some how found her.
It was while she was splashing a bit too close to the base of the waterfall, that she heard a voice whispering from behind it. "Please, don't come closer", it seemed to plead quietly, almost desperatly. It surprised the Ichsa to the point of taking a step back, yet it also peaked her curiousity. "Whose there?" she called softly, lowering her head to gaze into the crystaline stream of water that cascaded down into the little pool. Again the whisper came, asking her to not come closer.
She would have listened, she really would have, but the voice sounded so lonely she couldn't possibly let it be. "Don't worry," she told the voice quietly again, taking on a gentler note than she had before, if that was even possible with a mare whose voice was already so sweet. Slowly she made her way past the cascade of water, having to close her eyes so she would be able to keep them from being stung.
Not half way through her nose bumped into something soft and warm, which brought her eyes, which were a deep indigo in color, open and fully. She had stepped into the black pool of water, and right in front of her stood a stallion as dark as night, a Reya with eyes of shadows and a hide tattered and torn by wars once fought. She was sure also, that he was hornless, and his wings were in bad condition.
"I told you not to come! Do you see? Do you see the monster that has brought you here?" His voice rose in anger, but it was dripping with pain and anguish. She caught this, and though it surprised her more than anything she couldn't help but bring her gaze up to his, if not tentively. "I see, sir, but I see also you are no monster."
She heard him stiffle a sneer, or perhaps it was snarle, which had her backing the rest of the way out of the waterfall and back into her pool of soft violet. Yet it would not stay that way, for the Reya followed her out. He was a massive creature, nearly the size of an Aeri, but leaner and much more handsome than any of the breeds could have ever offered. Or at least, he might have been in years past, for she could see now he was cut and torn, and his skin hung from the bone and the muscle like a grizzly corpse. "Yes you see, and now you will run. Like they all have."
He was a repulsive sight to anyone with eyes, but to her he held her compassion. So much pain in those eyes, in that voice, she could do little but step to him and place her cheek against his warm neck, closing her eyes as if to ward off the tears that were sure to come. "You are wrong friend. I knew you were there, always you were there with the black tinted water, to watch me, to give me joy. It was you who made this waterfall, wasn't it?"
In that instant, the water swirled the two colors together, violet and black so they striped each other and mingled into the crystaline waters. "... Yes." His voice was quieter now, back to its whispering as something seemed to happen once more. In flash of dark light his body was restored. The wounds were healed and mended, the horn grew back, and his scars disappeared. "Will you stay with me?" the now handsome stallion asked the young mare, his eyes holding a true brillance in them.
"Yes," she said, "Yes I will stay with you my beloved friend."~
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2008 6:43 pm
[~Library Tale~]
[.Zippy- Nequus version of Dr. Seuss.]
~There was a young filly whose name was Zippy, she went yippy-yippy as she moved her hippy-hippy to the beat.
Zippy and her friends liked to move it, grove it, and aly-oop it.
They'd laugh, and play, and made sure someone would say: Hey I can do it!
Slow, fast, medium at the half, it was Zippy who made you laugh.
Flip-flop, over the top, it was amazing they only came up half past the calf!
One day Zippy wanted to play tag and made a new rule, saying she'd only share if they did too.
All the colts and all fillies said, if she gave them one, they'd give her two!
Hip and a hop, she gave a small buck.
Streak and a split, they giggled and gave a "cha-hick!"
Once more Zippy was the one making the fit, "Hey, where'd you all go?"
Up, and down, all around, she couldn't find where they had split.
Three, four, over the core and the crest, she went to find the very best.
Slip and slide, she nearly went tumbling into the early mist.
Uh-oh, Zippy tumbled and flipped, and did the summer-sult-splits!
"There goes Zippy!" cried someone from above the pits.
One, two they all went to get her mother Sho-Sho.
And her Papa came along too-too.
A heave and huff they got her out with nearly no fuss.
Now Zippy yawned and said the game would have to wait, she was already late.
The sky was darkening, and Zippy needed to sleep.
Otherwise she might as well slip and fall, MEEP!~
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2008 7:05 am
[~Library Tale~]
[.The Merquus.]
~The beaches of Quirne strike many Nequus' fancy, but few have decided to make it their perminanty home. Due to the little abundance of grasses, and the scarcity of water other than that of the ocean, its no wonder that its not a popular place to make a home. However, there are a few Nequus out there that dare to take the chance, that reject the plentiful feast of D'ob or the many lake of Yisi, to come from all over just to see the wide and vast ocean of Quirne. With waves that foam white at the thops, and gently slosh onto the sands, leaving it cool and wet to step in. The cliffs, also, provide quite the scenery for a vacationing eye to rest upon, or a restless soul to climb upon or fly to the top.
There was one such Nequus who had decided to make it his home, an unlikely little Bae whose body was as blue as the ocean, and whose mane and tail resembled the sands. She would love to come close to the shore, sniffing at the sands and racing back a few feet every time a wave came, giggling in her own game of tag with the ocean.
It was a time such as this, when she went racing back up to the shores, a wave nearly nipping at her heels as she did so, however there was something sad in the wave's attempt, as it did not stop where it was suppose to, and it came riding up the sand as if to chase her for another yard or so, before retreating back for another try. Of course, the little Bae thought it was just the tide coming in, or perhaps that had been an exceptionally large wave that had crashed onto the shore. With little thought about it the Bae, who was fondly called Adrova by her family members when she still lived with them in D'ob, tip-toed back up to the shoreline and stepped into the wet sands.
She hadn't quite realized what was going on until it was too late, and until her hooves were snatched up by the sands, sinking her up to her ankles. "My goodness!" she had squealed in surprise, attempting to raise a hoof out of the sand but finding that they were stuck fast in its grip. She hadn't a clue what was going on, and she was certain she had never heard of a such a thing before.
As usual another wave came up to slosh on the sands, but it was no normal sized wave, it too went past her ankles, and then it curled around her legs to lift her up and drag her forward with all the might of the sea. Down she went, pulled into the depths of the vast salt waters, fully expecting to drown when indeed she did not.
"What's going on?" she heard herself speak, which was an odd sound in the water. Likewise, she was unable to take in water, as she had fully expected to do by opening her mouth. There was no answer from the ocean, just the slight pulling of a gentle current which led her around the ocean floor.
There, she saw many spectacular sights. Fish the colors of the rainbow, creatures with fins instead of legs, and even a water snake that had grown nearly double the size of the ones found on land. All around the ocean she saw things no other Nequus had ever seen before. Structures and underwater canyons, with strange tangles of seaweeds and plants.
It was a sad moment when the ocean began to drift her back to shore and towards it surface once more, the Bae mare crying out in a plea of sadness. "Let me stay with you! Your beauty is unlike any other I had ever seen!" The ocean seemed to contemplate this, as it held her suspended in the water with no current to drift her anywhere. Finally, in answer to the little Bae, it began to drag her back down to its depths once more, allowing her to live in its splendor for the rest of her days.
As the story goes, the Bae eventually grew her own fins and gills, instead of hooves she had split toes with a membrane between them like a frogs, and her mane became a frill to help her speed through the water. Finally the ocean did not have to hold her their anymore, she stayed with all the joy in the world, able to live amongst its creatures with no difficulty at all.~
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2008 7:09 pm
[~Library Tale~]
[.Gazer's Relinquish.]
~It was time among Nequus were nothing extrodinary had taken place in nearly a century. The great war of the herds had died down and peace had insued the area. The weather remained calm and reluctant throughout the seasons as did most other activities that would have caused a stir amonst the masses. However, even in such calm, a nequus could never really be content. When nothing is amiss, and there is no passion in what is done, who is to say one is actually living in happiness rather than dread?
In this time of nothingness there was an Aeri of dappled bronze coat, his eyes seemingly as bright as the stars themselves. He was known as a thinker in this time, and thusly he had affectionatly been named Gazer later in his life. He would often stare at the night sky, pondering things that had never been, and things that could have happened. Like all other Nequus in his time, he was expected to have a mate and live a happy life, but where could he and others find happiness in place that never changed? It was always the same, day in and day out. Eat. Talk. Sleep. Interact. That was all they ever did, wasn't there something more? Gazer thought so. Deeply and heartily he believed there was, and also that he could be the one to do it.
One night, when Gazer had a gathering of his closest friends, he spoke with a new excitement none had ever heard before. It was genuine and unique, purely a subject of emotion that had never reached such levels before. "I have the notion that our lives are not all they could be. We should be living in passion, not depression of the soul. Freeing and able to do as we wish, rather than this... this unreal world that has been created for us. I say, it is time that we gave our families something more to live for. I say, we create our own society, one that is not molded after the mediocor life as it is now, but the unbounded rules of the herds before us. They lived. They felt passion, where we feel nothing but the same contentment over and over again until it becomes contempt."
Gazer's friends trusted and respected his opinion so greatly, they didn't believe anything he said could be wrong. They cheered for the bronze Aeri, whickering in agreement. They were fully prepared to drop their own lives they had made here for the sheer chance of something new. They craved it. They wanted it. They desired it.
It was week before everyone was gathered, when word spread there was nearly 20 head ready and willing to feel the excitement of a new life. However there were quite a few that did not join him that held Gazer led them out of D'ob and towards the base of Casa Tiner, the most exciting place as it held many a mystery.
"What shall we do first?" asked Gazer, in a rather cheery mood as the excitement of the bunch reached himself. In one voice they all said, "Journey in to the mountains!" Surely, they could do that? Nothing splendid had happened in almost a century, it was unthinkable that anything would change now.
And so, the entire bunch of nequus went giggling ignorantly into the mountains... however no one has heard of them since. Some believe the mist had swallowed them up, other say they had gotten lost, where as a small bunch believe they found their paradise on the top of Casa Tiner.
Few have attempted to visit the mountain since.~
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2008 8:08 pm
[~Library Tale~]
[.Three Little Colts.]
~There once was a tree upon a hill in Shiral, where three little foals lived, and laughed, and played. The first foal was a strong, brave colt, who could always protect his brothers from the local bully. The second foal was a smart, tall colt, who could always answer any question his brothers had. And the third foal was well-mannered and patient, who always listened to what their mother told them to do.
One day when they had come in from playing their games, and after everyone else had gone home to fall asleep under their tree, the three colts met with their mother at the top of the hill. She told them, “Before you go to bed tonight, make sure to eat something healthy as a snack.”
So the first colt went down to the valley right under the hill that housed their tree. “Mom said to eat before bed!” he told himself with finality, positive that since he was the strongest and bravest of his brothers, he should eat the most to grow big and sturdy when he became a stallion. So, the first colt ate as much sweet grass from the valley as he could before his tummy began to rumble in protest. When he was certain he was filled to the brim, the strong colt began his way up the hill once more, however much slower as his full belly made it difficult for him to move.
The second colt, the one who was very smart, also went down to the base of their little hill and thought to himself, “I shouldn't be full.” So, he ate very little of the grass, so little that his tummy still ached with hunger. He was convinced that he could make it up the hill easier than his elder brother, but when he climbed the hill he too was slower than usual. Every step he took made him hungrier and hungrier, as he had been sure to eat very little for dinner.
Finally the third colt made his way obediently down the hill. After watching his brothers the patient colt decided that he wouldn’t eat too much, and he shouldn’t eat too little, as it would make him very slow going up the hill. He ate until he wasn’t hungry anymore, and not a blade too much, before making his own way up the side of the hill to their great tree. He was happy, and so was his body, so it allowed him to easily and quickly climb.
When the third colt returned to the tree, he saw that his mother was scolding his two brothers for their hurt bellies, saying that they should have eaten less, and the other should have eaten more, and now it was much too dark for them to go back down to the valley to get something to eat. So she sent them to bed as is, hurt bellies and all.
After the passing of time, the strong colt grew into a large, round stallion with a belly double the size of what it should be. He was very slow, and could not run or fly very easily. The smart colt grew up to be a very tall, thin stallion, however he was always hungry, and rather weak. When the third and final colt grew up, he was a healthy, happy stallion who could run and play and fly all day for as long as he wanted. Not hungry, but not so full he would have a stomach ache.~
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 4:46 am
[~Library Tale~]
[.Heavy Wounds, Hardened Heart.]
~The life of a warrior moved quickly at first, exciting the blood and inflaming the ego; but as one aged fighter learned... it merely stole her youth. Her years of fighting valently for her the herd leader, for shedding the blood of others and her own for his purpose, had ended in nothinness. A simple dismisal after a particular battle, one he had urged her to take for the sheer protection of his pride, and when she was injured he sent her off despite winning the fight. Too injured to be any use from now on. The words still stung a bitter spurt onto her tongue, the Reya cross mare having learned since then that life wasn't what she had orginally thought.
A joke? No, she valued the lives of all her oppnents and her comrades, but her life in particular seemed to be on the butt end of a cruel humor. It had been awhile since she was thrown from her herd, but her wound had healed extensively and she had survived on her own for the first time, however with a prominent limp that suited her now dark demeanor. Her muscles gripped the bone and the flesh, tensed and hardened from the days travels and her own personal throughts. Her hide was scarred and covered in dry blood, as she rarely saw the need to bath herself anymore. Her honor was stripped, stolen away from her in a moment of indiscretion by a stallion she had risked her life for more time than once.
It was a little ways off that she heard the commotion, someone yelling jests, another screaming for mercy. In her earlier life when she was young she would have jumped to the chance to rescue, but now it barely got an ear turn from her. That was life. It wasn't fair. It dealt out the shitty hands to those who least deserved it, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.
Angling herself away from the commotion, the Reya cross stiffled to ignore what was sure to come next, mouth forming a frown as she limped the rest of the way to the small stream.
Moments later when there was silence, her curiousity was killing her despite her earlier indifference. No doubt, when the next scream came it jolted her being into life, albit a zombified fraction of what she would have been. The sudden change of mind? The scream hadn't been for mercy, it had been of pain, and continued momentarily. However the attacker was, they were taking their time in the killing, and that didn't sit right with the mare who had been an honorable warrior for most of her life.
She saw it early, felt her blood rise, and went rocking into an awkward lope that drummed onto a dull pain. The tormentor was a young stallion she had known in the ranks, known for his brutality, yet the son of the herd leader. She hadn't been able to do anything then, considering he outranked her, but now she had no rank. She was a loner, and he was alone for as much as she could tell.
No introduction, she didn't even take in who the opressee was, as she barreled into the seen at the surprise of the young stallion. Much younger than herself. "Are you mad?! Cease this at once!" But she didn't cease, a quick exchange of horn and hoof she had pierced his heart with her mother's curved horn.
In moments the warrior had become what she hated most. She had gotten revenge with use of a third party, and it struck her deeply wounded soul. No need to look and see who she had saved, her grief far too great to bear anymore.
Little did the mare know, the nequus who had been saved stood in a silent stupor. The herdleader. The stallion who discahraged her, saved by the rejected outcast. He didn't even have the sense to tell her she was reinstated, as it had been such a shock to his system. Thankfully for him, his position was still at the top of the herd thanks to that angel of mercy.~
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 11:11 am
Impish Homecomings "I've remembered something, and I'm afraid I had forgotten to write it down in its proper place, so please bare with me and my disorganisation. As I see no need to move everything and put it in its proper place, such a thing would be pointless work on my end.
Anyway, this was right after my meeting with Cress in Ryuten and on our trip back to Shiral. We've decided to take a trip to Quirne, hopefully rest outselves and get away from Zak for as long as possible. Though I am not running away from my problems, I'd prefer to keep myself in top shape, as I am not fool enough to attempt another encounter with the way I am now.
So our trip wasn't as long as it previously had, I played and we teased, and Tucker is just the most amazing foal I know. Though, I guess I'm biased seeing as how he's my son, but either way I couldn't ask for a better colt. We managed fairly well, it seems my body should recover well enough if I keep off the heavy activity. Contradiction? Of course, we had a race to the beach, but what trip wouldn't be complete without such a thing?
There we met up with Rhea, Cress' mother, and there Tucker discovered the little cave we would be sleeping in. I think that's all I could remember at this point, though I hate that it makes me sound old by saying such a thing. Perhaps I'll remember some of the details later on, but I can't promise you anything in that subject."
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 10:39 pm
Finale "I cannot find the words to express myself, though it is far, far from apathy.
I'll start at the begining of this terrible and wonderful day, so as not to confuse you. A quick recap so to speak. I knew Zak was in the area, the blockhead that's had myself, Cressida, and Rhea on edge since Tucker was still a fruit. I knew he would rear his ugle head and attempt what he had desired since our first deadly meeting. Me dead. Tucker killed. Cressida harmed. What's a stallion to do in this situation beside fight for what he loves? For I do love them, my little family I've given up my life for, and with no shame in doing so. I've mentioned before the fury I've thrown myself into, the addiction of letting loose and giving into those feelings. It simply let the doubt leave my mind, the desperate need to know if I was truely the murderer Zak said I was.
As I had assumed, the jackass popped into the scene at the worst of times; Tucker had momentarily gone missing.
The f*cking a*****e almost bit my son! Nearly got his teeth into the snowy colt! I am a father by all means, I've helped create a life that puts so much joy back into my own empty existance, and I can't possibly beging to tell you the very cliff I leapt off of at the thought of losing Tucker. I was reckless, I know that, but I do it again if I could. I'd get myself killed if it meant Cressida could get our son out of there alive.
Without regret, I would throw my life away for the happiness of those two, for the purpose and love they've given me in the short time I've known them. Though I would feel pain even in death, knowing I would have stolen a piece of Tucker's happy life away from him, stolen his father and threw him away without a second thought. I would have been in agony to know I had taken away that colt's father; but I would do it all again if it meant he and his mother could live. Luckily, it didn't come down to that, and I thank Cressida and Vierna for that. Vierna, a confusing aeri mare who is apparently Zak's aunt and my... er, past herd mate? Serogate mother? I really don't have a clue but I didn't wait around to ask.
I was, and am, beyond pissed. If I ever see that trash, that drekhallah again, I don't think I can hold myself back from the very fires in the pit of my stomach. Evil and sinful as they are, those fires consume me, drive me to a point that I think I would be able to commit murder. Just once. That's all I would need. To end the life of... there's not a word heavy enough to describe the way I feel about Zaknafein right now.
He put my family in danger, he's attempted to kill Cressida and Tucker, he's tried to take away the only happiness in my life I've been able to feel with another nequus. Because of a f*cking storm. I thought I had been the one to commit murder in the past and thusly I was torn between indecision, regret, and guilt; but now I know. I did nothing but attempt to help his family, and he blames me. Punishes me. I will not forgive him for the greivous events he's put my family through, I cannot quench the fury I hold for him deep within my chest. I fear it will consume me, so I dive into the only thing that can ever drown such feelings of hatred.
My love for Cressida. I truely, deeply, love this mare and our little family. Our life together is something I could not bring myself to tear what we have with the dark feelings Zak has planted in me. I will not let it consume me, I will drown it in the joy and the desire I have to bring Cressida, Tucker, and whatever foals and grandfoals we have as much love as they have given me. My soul is no longer an aimless wanderer of muse and selfish needs; I have a life I would not dream to throw away.
I will not allow it to be snatched up out of my grasp, I will fight those who dare to take that feeling away from me, to take the lives of my family. I will repay them for the void they've filled in my black existance, with a life they deserve. Without fear of living. That is the only gift I could ever dream to give."
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