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 Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2007 10:27 pm
 ((This'll take place before The Stain of Crimson thread. x] Obviously.))
Bella shook out her coat, pawing at the ground as she stepped out of the quiet woods and in to the morning meadow. It was early, the sun not quite bright enough to burn the mornings mist from the ground. It hung to the nearby trees and land like a gentle powder - soft enough to hang weightless in the air, stirred only by the movement of wind or animal. It added a sense of spookiness, an air of tranquil eeriness that was tantalizing to view. How unassuming the mist was, how gentle and coy - one moment it was there while the next it had burned away and vanished. . . .
Pausing to admire the scene before her, the open space of the green meadow inviting. The mist hung in the small valley that presented itself over the hilly ground, inviting and kind. Here in this dawn Bella truly felt alone and like a ghost - her pale fur kept her blended well within the thickest parts of the fog. It was cool against her body, reminding her that the seasons would fast change.
One day there would be fog, the next a frost, and closer still the soft droplets of snow. My how time did fly. . . .
It seemed like only yesterday she was small and carefree. Now she was older, taller and still (for the most part) as carefree as ever.
Humming to herself, Bella pushed her way out of the woods and began her search for breakfast. Some trees on the edge of the plain produced and dropped fruits, while certain grasses were just as sweet and tasty. She'd graze all morning if the opportunity presented itself. . . .
And if she were lucky she wasn't too late to miss the sun's greeting! Though the sky was a soft pink, it would brighten further after the sun began its courses for the day.
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2007 10:55 pm
The morning mist hid the vagrant pale colt as he meandered deeper into the valley. His eyes of a voidless nothingness glanced around and his nostrils flared. He stayed silent as his mind rummaged and pained with riled emotions and sensations that boiled within his blood- those haunting and snickering words that dripped from the maws of others as they spoke ill about him.
It never ceased.
Ezriel was the son of a heartless, savage mutant stallion- Reaper, an individual who was never spoken of by his mother or siblings and an individual who sought bloodlust and to torment others. If that wasn't horrifying enough, Ezriel looked strikingly like him minus a few featuers or so and those who knew of Reaper would easily recognize the resemblance between the two. It simply was a curse that Ezriel had never wished for and a resemblance of an individual who he sought not to replicate or idolize.
There was always a comparison to be made between he and his father- and he couldn't help but keep it in his mind. Even the chilling voice within his conflicted mind urged him to be the stallion his father was but, again, the severed mind and soul between light and dark simply wouldn't give in or give up. Thus the internal battle raged on and would rage on.
Pawing at the ground with a cloven hoof, the pale colt swept his spiked devil tail into a thicket as its deadly spikes cut through the mangled foilage with ease. A defined frown crossed his maw as he snorted once again and began drifting elsewhere and unaware that there was another presence nearby.
He expected them to hide or run away from him as he looked anything but cute, friendly and cuddly.
Who could ever see through such a vicious looking colt and see what compassion and kindness truely rested within him?
Ezriel flicked his ears as he continued drifting about. "No one ever can," he mumbled as he gave a shake of his head.
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2007 11:43 pm
My but the spirits enjoyed bringing her the . . . .most unusual of subjects to meet! Her ears twisted as she grazed, hidden within the thick confines of the morning mist. Though young herself, she had learned the art of stealth and her ears could easily pick out the gentle sound of hooves against sod and dirt.
Not quite concerned, she allowed her ears to follow the sound. Whatever it was was approaching closer - her eyes rested on the general area but she saw nothing but billowing fog. There was a deeper sound - heavier than the earlier footsteps - the sound of paw against ground and a snapping of branches.
Yep. . . . she did indeed have a visitor - but whatever had stomped down those brambles was something else. Something she couldn't quite place. . . .
Lifting her eyed, amber eyes rested on the unknown. Her body language was calm and composed, as the girl was naive and full of optimism. Whoever out there could be a new friend, a good acquaintance - whatever lurked was nothing but a cup over flowing with possibility!
An enemy? A danger? VERY rarely did such thoughts tickle the mares conscience.
"No one ever can," A small voice was barely heard. Ah-ha! A colt perhaps. . . .? The hoof prints were too soft to be that of an adult though she was still concerned that perhaps the colt wasn't alone. Whatever had broke through the thicket had sounded stronger than that of a foal. . . .
Hmm.
Smiling, voice filled with good humor, Bella couldn't help but respond. Could the stranger see her or were they both phantom spirits passing through? "Just don't forget that nothing is impossible." Or so Bella truly believed.
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Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2007 8:16 pm
He had been drifting like a restless nomand as his thoughts were unceasing and untraceable- unstable and unable to be spoken of or brought to anyones knowledge. Ezriel was troubled, confused, distant and was trying to understand himself while attempting to overcome the inner battle of light and dark within and do everything in his power to not become the stallion his father is.
Unexpectedly a voice broke through the silence of the morning and caused him to halt in his steps and there the pale colt flicked his ears back, nostrils flaring slightly as he flicked his spaded and spiked devil tail behind him.
"Nothing is impossible? Pft." he acidly chided as he could feel his inner darkness consume and douse over him.
"And what the hell would you know about what's impossbile and what is possible; the difference between fantasy and reality, truth and deciet? You don't have a ******** clue do you?"
This rage, this anger and malicious tone was something new- something that even made him cringe. The darkness within began consuming him out of spite as his temper was truely unpredictable and conflicted between the kindness and compassion of his mother, Lady Korrine, and between the hostile, dark and bloodlust which his father Reaper possessed. Ezriel didn't like it and he shook his head and pawed a cloven hoof into the ground.
The darkness was something to fear and ever since he had broken free from his basket the internal battle between light and dark had raged against one another and would continue.
Eventually one would win and consume him.
The pale, ghostly colt shook his head once more and swayed his spaded, spiked tail behind him.
"Who are you?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2007 9:51 pm
Bella truly hadn't expected the sort of response she was given. From hanging with Azumoth she was accustomed to pessimism and doubt. The fact that the little colt was already griping had given her fair warning that he may not be open to such an idea but never she expected such a vicious retort!
Golden eyes going wide, Bella could hardly believe the words that were hissed out of the strangers mouth. It was one thing to be defensive or pessimistic but this!? The gentle mare felt as if she were in midst of an attack. . . .
A verbal attack, but an attack nonetheless.
Lowering her head, throat tightening, Bella honestly didn't know how to respond. Azumoth may have bickered with her and tried to get her to believe his low self-esteem, but he never once sounded so malicious! This was a new sort of affront, a new creature she had to deal with. . .
The scent on the morning air was indeed that of a young colt but . . . why the hostility? Why the anger and aggression? What had made him so vicious and wild, what had made him so mean?
Amber eyes searched out through the mist, attempting to locate the source. ". . . . Maybe I don't know, maybe you're right. But if you cannot trust my judgment or wisdom, than what on earth would you know of the impossible? Your life has been half of that which is mine."
Her voice was calm, albeit a bit quiet. She wasn't accusing him, she wasn't judging him, she was just conversing. Surely if she knew nothing of the impossible than what did a colt know? How could he know what was impossible when he hadn't lived long enough to give the possible a chance?
Shaking her head, Bella bit back a sigh. How could she have lived such a happy and joyful life with so much negativity around her? Why had she turned out so bright and light while others were consumed in darkness, fear and hate? Why was her lot in life so different?
Had she truly been so oblivious as a filly. . . .? Had she been blind to it all?
. . . . ignorance was bliss, or so they said.
But the more soquili she met with pain and suffering in their wake. . . the more her heart shattered and broke.
Piece by piece, little by little. . . Why was the hurt never ending?
Golden eyes looking up at the empty mist, she remembered the colt had asked who she was. "My name is Bella and I never meant to upset you. Truly. May I . . May I inquire your name as well?" She figured she might as well ask. Just because the little colt was a bit rude didn't mean she should return the favor in kind.
Patience. . . . It was a good thing Bella was chalk-filled!
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Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2007 10:30 pm
His voidless orbs that bore the nothingness of darkness and emptiness stared at the mare with a slight yet distinct curl of his lips and a snarl curled at the end. He could feel his blood boil like never before and these feelings, these sensations and emotions that consumed him were foreign and not his own and he was certain of it. Even his heart felt encased and he did his best to suddenly surpress a shiver.
Yet his sudden malicious temper wasn't through.
Ezriel narrowed his eyes and gnashed his teeth together and stood there, spaded and spiked devil tail whipping behind him. "Wisdom? Impossible?" he snapped as he stood tall and puffed up his chest.
"I haven't lived long but I sure as hell know of what the impossible is- and from looking at you I'm sure you have not a ******** clue on what wisdom is and what darkness lurks about and consumes everything in its path. What do I know?"
The pale colt intook a deep breath through his nostrils and pawed rougher at the ground with a cloven hoof. He knew fear all too well but did his best not to show it- staying strong, reserved and being the aggressor if needs be and his heart was panged and tormented along with his conflicted soul and mind. Ezriel had experienced such emotions and tumultious truths that others would fear and attempt to escape from.
But escaping from such a thing was impossible.
It would eventually catch up sooner or later and there would certainly be no mercy given.
"I know death, I know fear, I know survival- hell, my own father wants to kill my mother, siblings and I if he found us. But you don't know that do you? You don't have others staring at you like a freak, a misfit and one who is part of the undead and mocks you and your family for the horrific tragedy brought againt your mother do you?"
Before his maw could lash out more words that were shaprpened like daggers, the light had managed to temporarily vanquish whad darkness had consumed him and began lifting such malicious and atrocious fierocity from him.
This newfound feeling caused him to loosen up and shake his head, snorting as his ears flicked slightly and he blinked his eyes several times. As she answered his question and spoke her name, the pale, ghostly colt simply stared at her and nodded. "Bella- a pleasure...and don't worry about it," he commented low.
"I'm...Ezriel."
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Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2007 11:26 pm
Bella listened to the enraged colt, listening to him spew out his insults and curses. His little words hurt even though she had absolutely no attachment to the stranger. It wasn't the fact that he was ripping her down and in to shreds, it was the fact that one so very young could harbor so much decay. . . .
Was he truly that broken? Was his life truly dipped in sadness?
It was like she was facing Azumoth Jr. The pain he felt, the anger and rage that lurked within his blood and beating heart. . . . it sounded ever so familiar and left a reminiscent taste of bitterness on her tongue. Here was another broken creature in dire need of affection, attention, of love.
And yet here she was. . . .
Putting up a fight for the good guys, trying her hardest to promote peace, civility and kindness.
Only now, fighting for that of a practical baby did it hurt the most. He was small and young - he was supposed to be playing games and singing songs and running wild and free through the plain! He should be laughing and carefree not filled with shadow and hate.
. . . . Oh how it broke her heart.
"Do not be so quick to judge, little one," she softly spoke, her only defense. "Again - you may be correct that I am not wise but I am not a fool. . . I've seen hurt, I've witnessed hate and pain. Sadly you are not the only one that suffers such things. . . . " Briefly she wondered if she should get the colt to meet Azumoth - THEN he would know pain.
Lowering her gaze to her invisible hooves, she heaved a sigh, ears pinning back ever so slightly in inward agrravation and turmoil. The mare's wonderful morning had been spoiled by the cruelty of others. This couldn't be the colt's fault, oh no. . . .
Whatever lot in life he'd been given, the spirits had been cruel.
And there was little Bella could do to fix it.
"I am truly sorry that the spirits have been unkind to you, and I would gladly trade your experiences with mine," though she doubted it meant little, Bella was sincere in her words and it showed. If she could but give this small, ghost-of-a-colt some sunshine and laughter, if she could swap Azumoth's fear with a moments confidence and love. . . . Oh what she'd give.
But life didn't work that way. . . .
She didn't know what the colt experienced, but that didn't mean she couldn't empathize or imagine.
"At least you have a family. Be grateful for that - not every soquili has a family, or part of a family to return home to. Though others look upon you in cruelty, there are some who have been cursed to live their life with no one but their shadow. . . . " Oh how bad the poor colt had it, but that didn't mean it couldn't be worse.
At least he had life.
At least he had family.
"But you're right. I know nothing of your lot in life, I know nothing." It was easier not to argue at this point. From the attitude of the white colt it was pretty obvious that he was in the one in charge and he knew everything about the world and everyone in it. No matter how hard she wanted to argue his stereotypes and assumptions, it would be nothing but wasted breath.
She couldn't fight him here or now. . . .
So she could accept what he said and hope her actions could speak louder than words.
This little white and red-haired boy was indeed another enigma and mystery to Bella. . . . Another broken soul in dire need to be placed back together.
And then. . . something happened. As she stood before the enraged and maddened colt, his personality switched - he went from angry to generally calm. From hate and spite to 'a pleasure?'
The cream mare did her best not to openly gape.
How could that be so?
From one extreme to the next. . . . Was he now mocking her? A pleasure? Oh, it had been far from one on her end but. . . . .
No.
She wasn't going to fall in to the traps of impatience. Bella refused to drop in to an unhappy state just because of the words of a stranger. He had reasons to be as sharp as the spikes that lined his coat but the mare had absolutely no excuse to lose her cool.
Of all the soquili she'd met it was the pale ghost before her that seemed to cause her the most grief.
"Ezriel," she repeated, taking mental note of the name and form. "Such a pleasant name," she added as an afterthought, mostly to herself. It was fun to say as it danced off her tongue. . .
Ezriel.
Quite exotic, really, but very fitting to the sharp little colt before her.
Dropping her gaze off the boy to the misty plain, she fell in to a spot of silence. Did she continue to speak? Did she continue on as if nothing had happened? Oh dear. . . . . Gaze averted, her words soft, she could do the only thing within her nature.
She apologized.
"I apologize for intruding on your conversation. . . I truly meant no harm."
Bella had to do it. Her guilt for upsetting and further aggravating the male would keep her awake for weeks if she didn't. The girl absolutely couldn't stand to be another's misfortune. . .
And lately that's all she seemed to be good for.
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Posted: Tue Sep 04, 2007 10:41 am
The words that she had spoken before his lighter half that was emodied of his mothers compassion and kindness had overcome him were forgotten- her explaination of how the young, pale colt should not be quick to judge, that the mare before him was not a fool and something about suffering things were lost within his mind.
He simply shook his head as his ears flicked slightly, his voidless orbs of pure nothingness staring up at her as a more relaxed and calm expression curled slightly upon his maw.
At her reply to his given name, Ezriel gave a small nod. "Thanks," he replied in a soft, low tone.
For a moment Ezriel watched her as she dropped her gaze away from him and became silent. Oh gods- was she now frightened by him and thought that we was some condemned and fearsome beast? His eyes rolled slightly as he gave a flick of his tail yet he wasn't expecting what she said next.
Pale, white ears shot up as he blinked once, then twice and simply furrowed his brows. She didn't need to apologize so why was she?
"Uh...no, it's fine. Don't worry about it. I was- I was just thinking out loud I guess," he replied as he pawed at the ground below with a cloven hoof.
The pale colt sighed through his nostrils and glanced up towards the larger mare, tilting his head slightly as he took several steps forward and became more docile and relaxed. She was strange yet seemed timid- very well kempt and cautious. It seemed as if her tried to choose her words carefully and didn't like to make enemies or something would certainly plauge her about it and leave her restless.
"What's your name? And...what are you doin' around here? Just roaming?"
He wasn't trying to be nosey, Ezriel was simply curious.
He had only met a few individuals and still had a curiosity to know and learn.
But it seemed that he hadn't started on good terms with her.
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Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2007 7:01 pm
Thankfully Bella wasn't one to hold a grudge. Though the white and red haired colt before her was a bit on the bipolar side, at least he had seemed to have calmed down from his earlier rampage. So strange really. . . One moment he was fuming and spewing a variety of exotic words, the next he was cool as a cucumber!
It was odd. . . . Had his temper merely disappeared so fast? The boy almost seemed like one with dual personalities. But that couldn't be. . . could it?
The naive mare - hardly older than a foal herself - decided that maybe it would be best for both if they started over. She had no right to comment on scenarios she knew nothing about, and as her advice to the young one had done nothing but put him in to foul mood, she decided to try a different approach.
Breakfast forgotten, she shook out her mane and lifted her head. If the boy was just thinking out loud well. . . he had mighty strong thoughts. Her cream curls swished idly behind her as she stomped one of her hooves, allowing her expression to turn more easy and subdued as Ezriel relaxed. Very well. . . since he was starting a new, so should she.
"I'm Bella," she responded, her typical gentle smile forming at the edges of her features. "I was merely digging up some breakfast before the sunrise," she explained, his curiosity reminding hero f her original intentions. A glance at the pink sky and the surrounding cliffs - there was still time yet. . . .
No matter where they stood they'd get a good show so there was no need to rush or end the conversation with the boy.
Bella chuckled softly, eying Ezriel with light humor. "It's mighty early though - most foals I know are still tucked away asleep!" It would seem the white one was a bit of an early riser.
Any of her previous guilt or concern was melting away. The edge of anger that had almost shown face had already been forgotten and pushed to the side. Hopefully he wouldn't think too poorly of her, though Bella hoped upon hope that her inward anxiety and surprise had been hidden. She didn't want to insult the boy much less throw him in another mood or tantrum. . . .
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Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2007 8:28 pm
Such a young colt whose mind was conflicted was one who easily became reserved, quiet and silent could easily become consumed by his own inner darkness and become malicious, cold and vile. Some would say he was bi-polar but, in truth, it was the confliction against himself and the aspects of light and dark that unceasingly brawled and gnashed at his very soul.
Ezriel certainly knew that it would only get worse before it would get better...or he only hoped that there would be a balance found and a better change brought about.
Compared to his other siblings, Meera and Dante, he was the most frightening and eerie looking. He didn't like it- having people show fear and whisper about his resemblance to his father but such words and commented plauged him unceasingly. He had come to accept that he was different and unlike many others yet- what he wanted and what he sought seemed to rule his motives and his tempers.
Revenge?
Peace?
At times he wasn't sure and his emotions and thoughts were severed between what each part of him wanted.
it was so confusing.
At her given name, Ezriel managed to give a small smile and gave a nod of his head. "Bella...." the name was soft, nice really. "Oh, breakfast. That's...fun?"
he wasn't sure what to say but he simply furrowed his brows and swayed his spaded tail behind him, watching her and flaring his nostrils slightly at her next question.
"Well, I guess you can say that I wander around a bit sometimes...I get restless and sometimes I just feel like I need to go somewhere like something....tells me to go there or do something," he explained a bit cautiously as his empty, black orbs stared up at her.
"Sometimes I just like to be alone..."
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2007 11:55 am
It was a good thing Bella was no mind-reader. She never would have guessed at the hidden war and turmoil that wracked Ezriel's soul. Though she understood the difference between black and white, kind and cruel, darkness and light the young mare put too much faith on good and kindly.
She believed that everyone could be tamed through love and touch and sweetness. . . .
She hadn't enough -or any- experience with the truly condemned and heaven help her if she ever did.
Ignorance truly was bliss.
A small, infectious chuckle left her throat at the young colt's reply. Stamping her hoof to the ground, she grinned. "I don't know if it's so much fun as . . . .fulfilling? In the most literal sense of the word to, might I add." She could graze all day if need be but the wild soquili much preferred to run and race and explore. She couldn't forgo her meals else she'd be exhausted and drained before the day was through!
Her ears pricked forward, focusing solely on Ezriel and his words as she spoke. He was a sharp little bugger and she much preferred his calm side to his . . . . hostile one. Hmmm. . . . "Well there's certainly nothing wrong with wandering or just picking up to roam. Or being alone," she added with a firm nod. There was nothing wrong with choosing to keep distant from others. . . . Besides which, others could be ever so tedious at time. "Some say it's the spirits that call soquili out to stray on certain paths. . . . some say it's just coincidence." She smiled, giving a soft shrug of her shoulders.
"I often am alone myself too," she added with a soft chuckle. A little bit of common ground between colt and mare. Like Ezriel it was purely through choice.
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2007 12:27 pm
The pale colt nodded his head and gave a small, suttle smile with a sway of his tail.
"True...everyone needs to eat sometime and at least keep up their strength and stamina to move on," he commented low, a reserved type of voice that sought to keep to himself yet, while in conversation, was loud enough to hear quite audibley.
With the sudden remembrance of needing to eat, Ezriel lowered his head to the soft, dew drizzed grass and began to graze- eatting his fill and the tender shoots from the ground that were sweet and full of the energy and desired stamina which would help him press onwards to that 'destination anywhere'. He swallowed as he lifted his head back up and continued chewing, crimson brows furrowing as he tilted his head slightly.
"You're alone too?" He questioned with a slight disbelief.
"I can't see you as being alone but...someone like me- that's easy to see being alone and distant from everyone. But it is our choice, a need and a desire to be alone but sometimes I think that the spirits also have something to do with it...or something lurks within the unknown."
The concepts of spirits and the unknown was not quite well known to him but, still, he understood it with some shadey aspects but it seemed to make sense. But could these spirits dictate what or who they would become? What their future was?
Did spirits have a say on what their future would comprise of?
Ezriel didn't know.
But a part of him wanted to know.
Yet that was best saved for questioned to be asked another day and to be asked to someone who was connected with the spirts and knew them well- though he would have to find that someone, Ezriel was sure there were soquili's like that.
"Have you always been alone?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2007 12:55 pm
Bella raised a delicate brow at the colt's comments. She didn't understand what appearances had to do with much of anything. . . . Why did everyone's thoughts revolve so heavily and make assumptions based upon looks? Were the prettiest and most handsome always the most desirable?
No.
Her thoughts flitted over to Azumoth, recollecting the woe and despair he had been handed. Mares rejected him because of appearance - He even rejected himself! And why. . . . because of horns or wings?
It frustrated the mare to no extent. Who could be cruel enough to judge without taking the time to get to know? Why did the world revolve around assumptions and stereotypes. . . why, why, why?
A shame that even Ezriel had fallen in to the trap. Bella decided to keep her mouth shut. . . . .but failed. A little. Golden eyes bright, she gave a gentle shake of her head. "Appearances can be deceiving," she reminded, pausing a moment to graze along the fine grasses of the meadow. One mustn't ever judge a book by its cover . . .
The mare grazed with Ezriel, pausing now and then to admire the open field. The mist was beginning to let up, though its gentle fog lingered to give everything a washed out feel. A little while longer and the sunshine would be warm upon their backs. . . .
Glancing over as the boy continued to speak, she grinned and gave a nod. "Ever since I was just a foal. During my first days I was introduced to some two-legged natives of the land but. . . I'm a wild spirit, I fear. I live on the plains over yonder," she gestured further down the meadow where the land opened up to an endless horizon. "And have been on my own ever since."
She had no herd, no family, and only two and a half friends. It was hard to place Azumoth in a category, Feena she'd only met but once, and the same to be said for Meshach. Not the tightest group of people but such was her life. She didn't mind. . . .
Much.
"And what of you, Ezriel?" She asked, curious as to the white furred boys fate. Did he have companions, friends, or family. . .? He had mentioned preferring to be alone. . . . Surely that meant there was someone in his life waiting for him?
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2007 1:07 pm
If only she knew.
Concerning his own father- a Stallion who tormented and killed countless others in search of revenge, bloodlust or for pure joy, Ezriel never ceased to feel conflicted in not wanting to stand for what his father represented nor did he want to become a mirror image or even let his father become aware that he was alive. If he did, Ezriel knew that his very life could be taken with ease.
Many Soquili's seemed to worship beauty and the finer things in life- Ezriel found it no good to see himself and not recognize his own face, confused and being on his own he had to find the answers to this but...it seemed that they were all inside of him.
Why he couldn't find them he didn't know.
And it was tiring.
Lowering his head against as he felt the need to fill his empty stomach, Ezriel took a mouthful of grass and snorted. "If only everyone else was aware of that concept the world would be a bit less challenging," he commented and he chewed and swallowed.
The pale colt listened, nodding his head ans he finished and swallowed once more.
He didn't have much to say or add to her explaination or her own history but when the question was turned to him, the colt furrowed his crimson brows slightly and swayed his tail somewhat hesitantly behind him.
"I have a mother, Lady Korrine, and two siblings- Dante and Meera. We live with a unicorn named Glamrock and her herd. I'm not alone but...well, its difficult. As for my father- no one speaks of him or dares to mention him. I guess ever since I broke out from my basket I've wandered with my siblings and my family but...mom doesn't like it and I know its not safe but....I can't help it."
His mother hated when he wandered off and she always feared that he would be lost or discovered by the very stallion whom she feared. But Ezriel thought himself independent though he would never intentionally break his mothers heart- he couldn't imagine doing such an act!
Yet his heart was wild and it beat freely.
Sooner or later it would get him into trouble.
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2007 3:59 pm
Bella walked a few paces forward, searching for softer grasses than those she'd picked over. The grass at this time of day was always her favorite - it was cool with the morning dew, untrodden upon by the beasts of the land. Perhaps the only thing better could be the freshly fallen fruits of the trees nearby. . . .
Bella nodded as the boy described his family and herd. The mare wondered what it was like to travel with such an extensive group - to always have others there, to protect and defend, to love, to befriend. . . . It had to be something good, hadn't it? Even some kalona, the nightmares of the world, grouped together on occasion. There must be something to be said about a herd else it would have gone out of style long ago!
The fact that Ezriel had a family to watch over him did the mare's heart good. She would have hated to have discovered that he was alone and without companionship, doing his best to survive and thrive with naught but his shadow for company! Bella had roughed it that way as a foal, occasionally seeking out the native tribesman of the land for help. . . but. . . despite having turned out well, she wouldn't wish that life on anybody.
There was absolutely nothing to be said about loneliness and solitude. . .
Though it was good from time to time, and though peace and quiet could be favored over company and socialization, NO soquili thrived well as an island. Despite the boys love for wandering at least there were some he could run to. . . .
Smiling up at the red haired colt, Bella giggled ever so gently. "So long as you're careful there's absolutely nothing wrong with wandering. There's too much life out in the world, too much to see and do and investigate to just stick to one plain or one woods or one cliffside. The world is much to big to stand around idly else life may very well pass you by!"
And wasn't that the truth! Even at her age (which wasn't all that old to begin with) she continued to find herself drifting further and further 'out there'. . . past the sanctuary of her plain, past the known and in to the lands that were but a mystery to the girl. She would hope that every foal and soquili in the land would keep their minds open to new places and new things. . . .
"I believe that only the strongest in spirit have the hearts bold enough to explore." And to her it was the truth. If one didn't live and learn firsthand what was out there, if they believed everything they heard and never changed their position to view a new perspective. . . . those were the fools.
Life was meant to be lived - and sadly there was one too many whom chose to stand idle and let it pass them by.
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