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 Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2007 3:52 pm
 The little godess looked at herself in the pool of water and then shuddered as she reared and stomped into it with anger. Watching the ripples make her distorted and mangled, what she seemed to feel inside. She was tired of disappointing her father, yet nothing she seemed she could do would ever make him proud. Was she really so terrible. How can you live to expectations when your parents are Goddess of war and Angel of Song. Eldest brother god of war and brother, meaning golden and Atum the first. She couldn't live up to her name it seemed.
She walked into the water, soaking every inch of her small body letting it cool her down. She sighed looking to the sky hoping someone would give her an answer to her problem but she knew nothing could help her but herself...it was how most things ran these days.
"I don't know why I'm still waiting, many moons have come and gone. I don't know why I'm still waiting..." she sang softly in the softest, yet richest voice. Simply beautiful...until she stopped and the smallest tear could be seen falling. Even the mightest warriors could cry, she thought.
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Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2007 2:54 pm
Stupid father! .........Always ruining his fun.
Zevach, the bold and often brutish foal of his parents litter was currently on a path of destruction. Grumbling as he stomped quite furiously through the forest, his red eyes flickered like fire as his posture was rigid, tense and of course boiling up for a release. Like a walking time bomb, Zevach paused and listened as something soft and almost heavenly reached his ears.
Was that singing?
Snorting lightly, the dark teal colt followed the sounds till he came upon a small pond with a black filly standing in the midsts of her own reflection; obscuring the image before her. Tilting his head slightly with eyes still narrowed in speculation, it only took a moment for the voice to fade and the tears roll down her cheeks. Girls....so emotional and whiny....there was a reason boys didn't cry.
Smirking lightly as his heart still fluttered in aggrivation, he huffed out loud enough for this strange foal to hear. "If you're not sure if you should be waiting....then obviously its not a good idea. Not to mention crying about it, geeze."
Even if Zevach was far from a perfect son, or a kind soquili.....deep down, he did care.
....a little bit.
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Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2007 5:16 pm
Isis looked to the other foal, she knew this one. She had met him the other day. "You again." she sniffed drying up those tears. Such weakness she had show to him. "And I wasn't crying, a mosquito flew into my eye." She pranced around for a minute before looking at him.
Her tousled mane fell into her azure eyes, "What're you doin' all the way out here anyways?" she would attempt to be civil until he proved other wise the day before hadn't gone paticulary well. She looked to his crimson eyes and couldn't possibly see any good in them, then that could be said the same for her and everyone else who judged her. She flickered her tail as she looked into the windows of his soul, he wasn't good at hiding. She could see the slightest ounce of compassion or sympathy...but it wasn't much.
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Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2007 5:31 pm
The smirk on the colts lips widened, giving him even a more Kalona look....if he'd had the right looks; well, he'd be a perfect example. Almost. Shifting his weight to stroll towards her as she came up with one of the lamest excuses he'd heard to date; he paused about a foot infront of her. As always, his head held high and proud even though in comparison to Isis he was quite....ordinary. His parents held no wings, horns or anything out of the norm to pass down to their children. They were your everyday, average soquili.
Then again, Zevach wasn't one to take personal qualities as a merrit for anything special. Personalities? Nah.
The day before had been a prime example of his own 'special' qualities, his temper being something which wasn't passed down; heck, no one was really sure how Zevach had gotten this way. Their little brawl left the purple bruise on his cheek glowing vibrantly much to his parent's dismay, yet the colt wore it as if it was a medal of acheivement.
"Ah yes, I'm sure there are tonnes out here looking for eye gunkies to suck on." He chuckled moreso to himself on that comment. "What'am I doing? Well I aint out for a visit if thats what you're thinking. Just blowin' off some steam and getting away from the morons which is my family. They just don't understand....and then you disturbed me with your..." He rolled his eyes and folded his ears down as if trying to make a quotation, "cries of insect trauma."
None the less, even if Zevach could care less.....
"So what where you doing? With all that singing?" Curiosity often got the better of him, just like his father.
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Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2007 5:49 pm
Isis looked to his cheek, she thought abou apologizing but decided it wasn't worth the waste of words. "There are, you might want to watch out for them." She huffed getting herself out of the water and flickering her wet tail at him, splashing him slightly. She made it look so easy it was almost 'accidental'. She looked to him with devious eyes, "Sorry."
"Singing?" she asked. "Warriors do not sing." she peered to him. "Why do you not like your family?" she found this rather intriguing...that he could already dislike his family.
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2007 3:22 pm
"I'll keep that in mind..." Zevach mused, obviously rolling his eyes in his mind. Despite knowing that she was just making up lame excuses, a part of the colt felt as if she was making fun of him. As if he was that stupid to believe it was moquitoes. Of course this was simply his arrogance getting the better of him, yet he didn't have to worry about it too much longer before getting a splash of water into his face!
Jaw dropping in sheer shock, his teeth soon clenched together as a dangerously angry expression burned across his face. How dare she!! Those devious eyes did nothing but add gasoline to the fire of his temper....untill she spoke something which the colt found downright hillarious.
"w....warrior??" Pursing his lips, the dark teal colt tried to surpress his laughter but just couldn't; bursting out into a fit of laughter. "Oh man, now thats funny. You? You gotta be kidding me." Yet a moment later, he seemed to be silenced by the question of his family. "They just don't get me. They never do....they wont let me do anything, and are just out to make me miserable!" He snorted, it seemed his family was a rather touchy subject with the colt.
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2007 6:30 pm
She watched him as his eyes flared, "You should learn to lighten up." Her cool blues moved over him to watch his posture, "You don't have to take everythnig as an act of aggression."
Her eyes soon narrowed as he mocked her, "My mother was a warrior in Egypt I'll have you know. She could fight better than you ever will. My family have names of great victorious fighters. Something you will never be able to comprehend." she spat.
She paused as her brow rose, "...Like what do they do?" she asked curiously. Her own thoughts drifted to her own parents. She loved them to death but sometimes they could be ridiculous as her siblings as well but she'd fight till the death for all of them no matter what the subject. Blood was blood.
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2007 1:59 pm
"I do not!" He quickly retorted, scowling deeply as he stomped a hoof into the ground hautily. "You don't even F*%$'in know! Most of the time it is, so just lay off it!"
Oh, so now she was getting angry. It seemed family was a bit of a touchy subject with her like it was for him; although their reasons were two totally different things. "The only reason she's better than I at the moment is that she's had the training! Plus she's old, so how can you even make a bloody comparison!" He snarled, his lip curling up at the side. "Names are one thing, but even you can't believe that just because you have a title doesn't make you live up to it! Its your god damn ambition to be great that makes someone who they are....I could be named God and I'll never be able to fufill it. Get over yourself."
Anyone with bravery, strength and spirit to be a warrior could be such. He had no doubt she was a great one, nearly everyone was better than him at the moment; but he wouldn't stop because of that!
Sighing softly, he scratched at the ground with his hoof as he spoke. "Father doesn't believe in me. He thinks i'm nothing but a pain, and that I can't do the things I want to do and hopes that I would be well behaved like my brother and sister. My brother....well, he hates me. He dislikes everything that I am, and we fight a lot despite my mom hating it so much. My sister....well, she's different, like...different different. It's like i'm adopted or something...." He bit his lip softly, as if the subject almost pained him....yet an instant later that irritated scowl was back on his face.
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2007 2:26 pm
"You just took my words as aggressive when I was only telling you what you do and how your words are angry, hateful and just plain rude." she huffed. "Nah, I'm not prim and propper but I just don't go out on a cursing rampage for nothing."
"My mother isn't that old. I said you ever will, not you fighting her now." He was an idiot...horrible listening skills. Her eyes narrowed slightly as a smirk came upon her face, "If you were ever named god, I think the world would be in an apocalypse." she laughed.
She watched his emotions change like the wind as he spoke of his family. Her eyes drifted to the ground sadly, "I know...how you feel." she replied looking back to him. "He doesn't say it outright, just he's disappointed with me and I don't get along with my brothers...My mom thinks I should be ladylike which isn't happening anytime soon." she shrugged. "There expectations are to high for someone like me." She looked up, "I think my parents care though....my dad shows it cause I see him more. I think he really does love me in some way its just the times when I see the look in his eyes when I know I've done something I shouldn't have."
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2007 3:16 pm
"Oh haha..." God, she was annoying.
Zevach knew that she was right, at least about the first part anyways. There was no way he would even let on that he knew, but one thing was for sure, he didn't care how decorated her mother was in fighting skills. When he was old enough, and was wise enough, he'd beat her, or anyone else who got in his way! He'd be the best....he'd show everyone what he was really made of.
Yet what suprised the colt the most was that this princess brat even knew how he felt! Was it true that she was in such a similar situation as he? With how she was explaining it, it seemed her father was just like his.....except they expected too much while his father expected too little. Folding his ears back in a mild embarassment that he'd said she'd never understand, he couldn't help but feel for her a bit. A small, microscopic bit.
"I...see. What do they expect of you?" Would things have been different if his parents had some high expectation of him? Probably, but his parents were relatively young, he assumed they didn't know what to expect at all. "More importantly though.....what do you want to be, if you didn't know what your parents expected?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2007 2:23 pm
"Just to be a round a' bout lady, I guess. I don't know, someone who I am not." she snorted. "I just want to be myself." she replied softly before a familiar whicker. "I've got to go, its my mother..." without saying goodbye or fare well she was gone.
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