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Ice_Dragon_Demon
Ice_Dragon_Demon
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 Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2007 9:08 pm
Andastre had wandered into an unusual place. It seemed entirely dead. The dead grass beneath her feet gave an unfamiliar crunching sound. It was indeed strange and yet something compelled her to continue on through this dead landscape. She looked at the trees not a single bud amidst the spring. The sky was dark and gloomy... Andastre did wonder what brought her to such a place that most Nequus would flee from.
The fiery jala continued un afraid of what lay ahead after she had shoved the though out of her mind. The lass was not a meager lady afraid for her life. No she wasn't. The jala held her orange head high as she continued through the forest.
Her green eyes couldn't tear themselves away from the landscape before her. She thought back to an old Irish legend about the mischievous Phooka. They would have liked an environment like this. Besides she had her Irish luck nothing could go wrong for her. She looked at the clovers that adorned her.
The sound of a river caught her attention. Sound in this empty landscape that was a rare treat. She had been walking in utter silence for such a long time. Andastre decided to investigate having nothing better to do. The mare came upon a black river… it looked tempting yet at the same time menacing. She decided as thirsty as she was not to trust such waters as these. Black waters...
Andastre tossed her head throwing her red-orange pony tailed hair. She would stay beside the water no longer and continue.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 12:36 pm
He really did hate it here, though. He hated how the wind tore through, trying to whip him from his very soul. Aranthos wouldn't have it, however, so he trudged on, using whatever he could as a wind block and praying that he held true. It wasn't just eerie for those that ventured near, it was dangerous for him.
Then the sounds came to his ears. He turned about, his tail flicking to and fro, searching for what had caused it. It was probably still a fair way out, he decided, and so headed out in that direction, keeping behind trees and bushes, away from the howls of his unmaker.
He peered into the same water she had, though to him it was crystal clear and not black at all. He wondered what had turned her away from it? Perhaps there was some legend about his tree, and his time. It had taken so long for him to realize he was in fact dead, when the father had mumbled about the voice of his son stalking him, and he had accidentally passed through a wall, which he should have hit.
"That scary, is it?" he asked calmly, trailing the orange colored Nequus quietly. The bright ones seemed to visit him more than the others. He wondered if the wind sent them to haunt him.
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Ice_Dragon_Demon
Ice_Dragon_Demon
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 3:21 pm
The Lass spun around quickly she hadn't even heard anyone sneak up on her. It was so dark she could barely make out the form before her. It looked like a normal reya yet a memory from the past and her homeland nagged at the pack of her mind "Phooka" she whispered with an obvious Irish accent.
Andastre stopped white hooves contrasted with the dark ground. She cocked her head staring at the ghostly figure with her fiery green eyes. “If you are going to stalk me solidify yourself as a courtesy.” She said. Andastre hadn’t expected to meet a phooka, she hadn’t even given thought to if one existed. She knew their legend… but that was it really.
She flicked her long red-orange tail before continuing on through this ‘dead’ place. He could follow if he wanted, but the jala would be wary of this one according to legend they weren’t to be trusted in the least.
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 5:38 pm
Aranthos stooped, surprised. He'd never been called that before. Phooka? But it quickly rang through his mind, yes, an Irish legend, and he might as well be one, but then came the other daunting thing. The fact she could see him, even it it wasn't a very strong sight, he was visible to her eyes. It almost unnerved him a little, but he was dead, vicious, and not about to fall victim to the living's foolishness.
"I can't," he told her camly, and it was true. Whether or not he had the ability it didn't matter if there was no way of using it. "In fact, I'm surprised you can see me at all." He being dead and all.
He watched her for a moment, studying her, and looking for any form of fear. There didn't appear to be much, if any at all, and it probably wasn't directed towards him, but the surroundings. Well, he couldn't say he had much power in his ghostly form. Only mental, he supposed. He wasn't terribly good with mental breakdown, simply craze by force.
"And what are you doing here?" He stepped sideways as a gust of wind blew through, skirting behind a large outcropping of rock.
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Ice_Dragon_Demon
Ice_Dragon_Demon
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2007 8:07 pm
The mention to the fact he couldn’t make himself more solid proved he wasn’t a living being. Andastre didn’t know why she was able to see him she was barely able to see his faint outline and he glowed faintly, that was the only reason she knew he was there at all. “It’s hard to tell that you are there at all.”
Andastre noticed his movement when the wind came; she herself released a shiver but didn’t have to move. She was still unafraid of this place even though she was speaking to a ghost.
“How did you become like that?” she asked bluntly “I have never met anyone like you before.” She flicked her long curly tail and got it caught in some branches “Damn things” she said kicking her tail free.
“I am known as Andastre.”
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2007 3:48 pm
"I'm dead you ********," he answered. There was only a hint of anger in his voice, as though the harsh words were used everyday and had simply become just another word to throw into sentences. Certainly the dead do not need to watch their tongue. Except, perhaps, when talking to the wind.
He chuckled when her tail got caught in a tree, clearly not feeling any alarm or concern for her own lack of know. Keep good track of your tail - the one he had that other Reya did not. He wondered, sometimes, if others knew him as Aeri before they saw his true design. He doubted it. Aranthos would make a very short Aeri.
"Aranthos," he mused, cocking his head to the side. "Most havne't, seeing as the dead are long gone." His sins must have been to great to be given whatever gift the others recieved. Instead, he lived here in his own foolery.
"Does it look strange to you?" he paused. "This place, with its waters? You turned from the river, I can't deem why."
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Ice_Dragon_Demon
Ice_Dragon_Demon
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2007 7:39 pm
Andastre snorted "I have noticed, not a flicker of life in you." she said only slightly irritated. He must have thought that to be funny, how annoying, Andastre didn't show it.
"Of course," she said. Of course not many had seen him, he was dead! She figured quite few would have even noticed his existance. He was seemingly only a shadow after all. She would pitty him but he didn't seem like the type to want the burden of pitty. But she did want to know how he became like that... what sin or curse caused such pain.
"What did you do to deserve this?" she asked
Andastre looked back to the river, it must look clean to him, she didn't know what the dead saw. She only knew what she saw. "The waters look black as ebony to my green eyes." she said simply.
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2007 7:49 pm
Now that was a story he could tell, slowly and sweetly in her ear until her body trembled from the pure atrocity of it all. Then he'd whisk away grinning, knowing she could do nothing to prevent his stay. Afterall they were his lands.
"Ah, love, that's something you should to my relatives for. My story is biased at best." There was pure honestly in his words. Eyeing her serenly he clopped towards the river and dipped in his nose, feeling nothing.
"Oh," he responded with a flick of an ear in her direction. They looked completely normal to him.
"Green, eh?" He turned towards her once more. Sure enough, they were green, though why he should know this fact perplexed him.
"Do green eyes mark Speakers?" If she was this would be a meeting indeed. There were a few people he wanted to talk to.
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Ice_Dragon_Demon
Ice_Dragon_Demon
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2007 8:00 pm
Andastre felt he honesty in his words, everyone like that would think it wasn't their fault. "So I see Aranthos, in that case I don't wish to meet your relatives." she told him truthfully, she had a feeling in her gut that it was a tale of horror and if he did tall her she would most likely gag and be sorry she had ever asked. She looked toward the black waters once more before looking back at his transparent body.
"Yes" she replied, and indeed the water to her in this dead barren landscape was obsidian black.
Andastre was unable to tell what color his eyes were because of his transparency. Andastre shook her head "Nay I be no speaker, mark my kin along with my read curly hair." Perhaps she did have a speaker's gift it was an intriguing though, and one she hadn't thought of before. Course she had never met the dead before.
"I can see perfectly fine. Speakers are blind." The statement was from what she had heard within D’ob while she had been grazing.
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2007 8:12 pm
"Speakers are nought near as blind as they may seem." That old prude certainly got around a lot, he remarked to himself with a frown.
Strange, though, that no one wanted to meet his next of kin. It seemed as though everyone loved meeting him. Yet, no one had heard the legends so far as he could tell. It was dissapointing, that he was not that great an influence, yet, the brothers would certainly put a harness on any tale daring to creep its way out. As far as they were concerned, he no longer existed.
"I noticed," he remarked about her hair. Red, bright orange. He didn't think she got lost much. The stallions would spot her from a mile away and lead her out.
Stallions were stallions, just like himself.
"Praytell, do you have a lover?" Oh, it was so fun to ask the ladies this question, but none could ever compare to the fairness of that which was the flame. Then again, most had much more power than she ever would. Weak little woman.
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Ice_Dragon_Demon
Ice_Dragon_Demon
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2007 8:40 pm
"No!" she said slightly taken back "Oh dear no," she laughed. She was not the kind to fully settle down, she was far to spirited. "Most stallion's I meet want a mare that will settle down and stay with them." She started "aye myself can't stay in once place for to long, I must venture and explore."
Andastre wasn't one to be lead out by anyone, she would always lead herself out. She wasn't soft like most mares the stallions desired.
The irish lass looked around "Care to join me for a walk?" she inquired to Aranthos, she wanted to be on the move again. There was always something intresting for her to see, even in this desolate landscape.
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2007 8:49 pm
Funny. Most stallions he knew slept with them and then well. . . okay that would be classified as rape mostly.
Still, his brothers tended to sleep around, and he certainly had, before he took in the queen. Even after that fact pleasure was not something he so easily gave up. Father never had been happy. Disgusting old man.
"I don't think I'd like to go where you've come from," he said distastefully. "The stallions there must be soft." Those with soft hearts had no place in his world. They were meant to bear him children; and even that task was too great for them.
He pinned his ears at her mention of a walk. What was this? His company. No one appreciated his company. No one - and while living he could keep it that way.
"Where to?"
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Ice_Dragon_Demon
Ice_Dragon_Demon
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 6:46 pm
Andastre thought for a moment "Aye, tis not a place I enjoy either. I don't blame you for not wanting to go." She said with a slight smile. She was always too fiery for the stallions she met.
Andastre snorted, "That they are. Soft. A good word for it."
The Lass flicked her curly orange-red tail and began to walk "Wherever." she replied curtly. "Like I told ye before I like to wander." Andastre reminded him as she walked.
"I will explore this place of death." she muttered
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2007 12:03 pm
Aranthos gritted his teeth together. He wasn't sure she was thinking the same 'soft' that he was.
His brothers were 'soft', but they were certainly harder than the majority of the Nequus out there. They wouldn't hesitate to give orders, inflict pain, but the knew mercy, and with it, boundaries. He knew nothing.
It was have been polite to ask first, but he took little mind.
"Enjoy," he muttered rancidly, and turned to leave. It looked just the same as the surrounding area to him, and he had no desire to walk with a young and live female. When she was dead, he might take to her, for as long as it took her to tell the story of her death.
He had better and more exciting things to do.
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Ice_Dragon_Demon
Ice_Dragon_Demon
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2007 12:10 pm
She Lass flicked her curly red tail. That was the end pf the subject. She shrugged.
Andastre continued to walk forward not caring if he would follow. This place was intresting to her as she was alive, but it must look quite different to thoes who walked dead.
"See ye." she said feeling the pesence begin to leave in the opposite direction as she continued walking.
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