[PRP] The Beautiful and the Fragile

[Death Resurrected]

The grey silhouette roamed among the grey haze that rose from the coolness of the air and the warmth of the ground. The fog drifted to her knees as she paced through the forrest. She was conflicted inside, she was how old and still hadn't uttered a single word. Did anyone realize how hard it was to converse with another without words? Barely any wanted to take the time to try. The mare sighed softly to herself, her tail laying limply behind her as she treaded through these lands as she headed towards a familiar glade. It held a certain river that contained the clearest of waters and led to pools that contained warmth. But she was more interested in the cool waters that would heal her parched throat. Oh how she could not wait for that pleasure...

Her yellow maw lifted to the tall trees that's leaves had fallen to the grown, and had decayed becoming the nightcrawlers delecacy for the winter. How large, and old these beasts must be. She could imagine being as old as these trees...though some two leggers looked it. She shrugged the thought off, trying to pass time quicker as she was alone and though uncomfertable with the thought she would simply have to deal with it.

Lavendar eyes gazed to the brush that would soon become the clearing, she could hear the rush of water which made her ears perk forward in excitment.  

[`Swirly]

Grey, Grey, Grey. His mind wandered a bit aimlessly as he stood beside the babbling water. Baldev knew that more in life mattered than the color of his coat and the way his hair sat, but nothing had come along yet to take that importance and minimalize the things that he’d been raised to care for. Two nearly colorless eyes gazed around, taking in what could be seen and sighing deeply. His brother, Harij, had yet to want to speak with him and Baldev couldn’t help but feel at fault. As a colt he had soaked up the attention instead of trying to get some for the brother that had been labeled as a reject. When your older brother is so aloof and cold, he becomes a hero. How was Baldev to know that the exterior hid pain… It was too late to know because then he had been gone.

Shaking out the long double-sided silver curls, Baldev looked down at the water and stared at himself. His eyes were iced out, just a hint of the blue that lay in his coat. He was a talkative creature, willing to talk to anybody that would come his way.. Yet none of them ever interested in more than just a few minutes of conversation. Usually mares threw themselves at him, not unpleasant… but not good.

Finally he dipped his mouth into the water, drinking deeply as if the water would be able to clear his mind from what thoughts plagued him.  

[Death Resurrected]

The female's mane tickled her as the cool winter wind's blew. She smiled softly looking to the wind. Sometimes, she pretended that the wind was her friend. Especially as a filly. No one else would talk to her so as she talked to herself in her head she pretened the wind could hear and talked back in its whisper. Like an imaginary friend that could be seen, almost...heard but in a silent way. Her tail flicked looking to the skies as she exited to the clearing oblivious to the stallion that stood before her...handsome none the less but...not her type. She started to back up, back into the brush to be hidden among the shadows. What she did so well it seemed. Her eyes were widened almost in horror, she wasn't worthy of his prescence she knew what she looked like. Her insecurities held her back but she couldn't help it, she didn't care.

She could feel the wind pressing at her rump as if telling her to go forward but she wouldn't budge. A certain, sturdy branch was the only thing holding her back for it held her in place instead of letting her go back. Like a door that only opened one way, similar to trying to go exit at the in. She almost started panicking, or perhaps hypervenalation. She could decide which one. He was a unicorn like herself, she hadn't met a male like herself before. But if they all looked like him she didn't want to.  

[`Swirly]

Fall had just recently faded to winter, leaving Baldev feeling more than a bit hairier than usual, but that didn’t stop him from preening. After taking a drink and sighing deeply he lifted his head, tossed the fluffy mane once again and arched his neck. It seemed as if he was putting on a show for the mare that was hiding quietly. In all honestly if Baldev knew he was being watched the show probably would have a much more provocative feeling to it. He grinned at himself for being silly. Then something told him he wasn’t alone any longer. The wind that had been pushing on the grey mare reversed to give him her scent clearly. A subtle stiffening of muscle was his only outward reaction before Baldev swung his rump around, pivoting on one hind hoof. Company once again? But why was he watching her?

Two pale eyes scanned through the bushes, only able to really see a small amount of her. The next several minutes would prove to be crucial in whether or not she’d be coming out near him. First of all he’d be quiet, she was as silent as anyone he’d ever met and usually yelling around those that were quiet didn’t go over well. Thank the heavens he had a brother like Harij that didn’t’ respond to talking in the normal way. Baldev just continued to stare at the bush for a few minutes before clearing his throat. “So you know.. I won’t hurt you.. But you don’t’ have to come out here.” There.. That would do, right?  

[Death Resurrected]

She blinked a few times, lowering her head as if to make her appear smaller. He had an intriguing horn, it was like none she had seen before. Her ears flickered forward as his voice wrang into her ears and they flattened as soon as they had gone forward. He was to pretty, to compare her to him in thought she thought of a carved, painted totem pole to a plain wood block. She snorted at the thought as her curled bangs fell into her face.

She thought she was breathing faster than normal. But this damned branch was digging into her leg. She had to move forward as she did the branch whipped her angerily. She yelped and turned to snort at the branch as if it could understand her. She shook her leg and she looked to it seeing a small line of crimson outline the grey of her hind end. She could only thing of 'ow' to describe this. During these few moments she had forgotten of the male before she lifted her head and looked to him with those lavendar eyes. She shifted leaning towards the tree, making no effort to come fourth. His looks were indeed bedazzling but she didn't think one of such beauty could have intelligence to compare. She shrugged, she wouldn't let herself fall for this fool for her love could never be returned. Though often enough...her love had never been returned. A certain unikalona male had befriended her but then turned on her, beating her badly and without a voice she couldnt cry out for help. Only did he stop when she let out a shrill scream before passing out to the ground. Stallions horns were sharp...very sharp. She had the scar upon her shoulder blade to prove it.  

[`Swirly]

Baldev enjoyed looking at the pretty mare that was hiding. Well, he enjoyed looking at what could be seen. While he did not claim to be a monk, he had never touched another soul that did not return the wanting of a touch. His eyes narrowed and it seemed the she was needing to do something or else be in pain. Why was it mares always came across as so stubborn? Even if they were delicate buds, they were stubborn as goats.

Baldev became totally silent as the mare moved around, his eyes widened in shock as the branch swung forward and struck her leg. Leaving a line of crimson across the grey that had just a minute ago been unmarred. This was getting a bit ridiculous, Baldev knew that he could look a bit threatening to people who didn’t know him. Now then, he’d have to take care of the mare in a purely platonic way. His eyes rolled lazily up into his head. Females. Someday he’d find one that didn’t act the same as all the others and would manage to surprise him. His voice was as soothing as it was possible for him to be when it comes to dealing with something that made him feel so uncomfortable. “Please, just come out from there. I do beg your pardon but I don’t have anything planned against your virtue or whatever else worries you.” The smile on his face was a bit sad. What had happened to her to make the little mare prefer cuts instead of being near him. A sigh escaped after the words then the threat, “Get away from those painful things or I’ll have to help you out.. I won’t like it though since you obviously don’t want to be near my.” Why wasn’t she talking evena little bit? Strange really, Most mares never shut up.  

[Death Resurrected]

Her eyes widened as she let out a snorting laugh, that could come across as cute. Cuter when she was a filly. She had never ridded of the habit. She looked to him, virtue? She shook her head...that wasn't it at all. Thats what the last one said, he wouldn't hurt her. These minor cuts weren't any better than the scars that had been left among her pelt. Her eyes narrowed as she pawed her way from those thorny brush. The way she reacted was more comical than painful, it was odd how he percieved it.

She didn't want him touching her, she didn't even know why he was talking to her and she let him know by giving him a bit of a confused stare. She padded out to the glade and trotted away from him to get her drink, keeping her eyes locked upon him. Her tail flicked as she lifted her head edging closer to him with the tilt of her head. She reared slightly, huffing. As if to say that was her boundary point, if he went past it she didn't mind prodding him with her own horn. Though her scar, physically was still there the emotional ones would still remain. Her ears flattened as she turned back to the water to taste some more of the ambrosial liquid. How she would love to drink it all if she could and wouldnt get bloated. She smiled at the thought, how fat she would be if she drank all the water. Grotesque really. She looked back towards the male in silence. She was waiting for him to leave like the rest of them.  

[`Swirly]

His eyes narrowed at the widening and snorting of the other. Usually mares would squeal at him to go away or found several choice words of what they thought of him. Not really a normal occurrence, but once or twice it had happened. She was pawing the ground in agitation.. Well now, today had certainly thrown a curve ball at him. Far be it for him to deny the Gods the chance to confuse him. His body shifted, the henna on his sleek coat glistening and lighting up like ancient script changing as it’s read.

The look he was given was a mix between confusion and dislike. Huh, that was strange. Usually he got into conversation with other people before they didn’t like him. A charming grin came and stuck and Baldev cleared his throat, getting ready to speak yet again. Of course, that got cut off by her rearing at him. C’mon now, it’s not like molester was stamped onto the side of his horn. Rather fluffy feathers were tossed about as he pawed the ground and glared for a moment. Honestly, what had he done this time. “I don’t see what I did to get such aggression.. And it seems that either you don’t talk or you won’t talk to me… but … it doesn’t seem that nice.” Rather dull speech, but his mind was rather confused as to just what she meant by being all persnickety when he was being nice. Did he smell funny? No no, Nolee hadn’t been gone that long and Baldev had tried to get himself clean daily.  

[Death Resurrected]

She may of looked like a fool, but she got her point across. She shook her head at him. It wasn't just him...rather males with very long, thickened horns that could flay her. Her lavendar seemed to grow a bit softer as he seemed to be troubled by her ways...but they were keeping her alive so far.

She walked to him again and motioned to his horn and then to her shoulder blade where scar tissure still showed. One whom had befriended her and then turned on her.

She shook her head at him as she mouthed the words she couldn't talk, no voice speaking. She blinked at him, wondering if he could understand the speech impediment she had since birth. She hoped, dreamed that someday it would come to her. Like the first warmth of spring the the bitter cold of winter. She sighed softly as her mind pricked with these thoughts.  

[`Swirly]

He was feeling the strange urge to throw a temper tantrum. At home mares threw themselves at him, partly because most everybody from home was a raving lunatic, and two his looks didn’t make others flinch. Bah, it would take time to understand why his brother had come here and just why people acted so.

Inside Baldev froze up, but visibly it looked like he hadn’t moved even an inch. She was moving towards him and that probably meant that he needed to keep still and behave.

Finally, a little bit of a possible reality hit him in the head. She couldn’t talk! No wonder her behavior had been strange, if one couldn’t talk they had to pantomime everything. Best be sure though, she could still not like him. His own horn had an almost sharp look to it.. And the scar looked like it had at one time been nasty. Tread lightly.. Show you’ve got some finesse. “You can’t speak can you? That’s why you reared at me.. And the cut is from.. Another unicorn?”  

[Death Resurrected]

She shook her head to him. Nope she couldn't talk...good thing he could figure that out. She half heartedly agreed to his last one, she nodded though. Unicorn was close enough she wasn't going to attempt to tell him it was a unikalona. If she pretended to be a unikalona he might run off before she did.

She watched him with her lavendar eyes as she yawned softly, she hadn't gotten much sleep as of late. She semi- wanted to curl into a ball and fall fast asleep but she was afraid. She liked to be well hidden first or be accompianied by her mother. She was slightly child like but she had reason too.

His eyes looked unhappy so she kept herself at a distance, slightly afraid of what he and his horn could do...  

[`Swirly]

Thank goodness he had been able to figure that out about the mare in front of him. Time would have passed at a rather irritatingly slow rate if he’d been waiting for her to speak first. His brother often did that and lord knows how things went. Slowly and Dull..-ly. Not a word, but moving alone.

She was yawning at him? A frown etched across his forehead as Baldev tried to figure out what what precisely she was acting out and what was just a reaction. His ice-like eyes narrowed and he watched her carefully for awhile longer. No.. he was guessing a yawn was just a yawn in her case.

The coldness between him and her felt a bit irritating, so he moved closer.. Trying to see what her reaction would be to a normal distance between two Soquilis.. Not ten feet.  

[Death Resurrected]

Perhaps the mare should have marveled at his beauty and been love struck at first sight but she wasn't. She watched him as he edged closer, she disproved but didn't move backward any. She held her ground in her mind. Though not only was she afraid, she wondered why he would want to be close to a repulsive, mute like herself. She shrugged at the thought he was odd.

She tilted her head at him as if to ask, what he was doing. Though she could see his eyes analyzing trying to figure out what she meant and what not. She gave him points for trying. She wondered what was to become of this whole mess it seemed, in the beginning. Perhaps in the end it would be straightened out but she couldn't help but to watch his eyes, she wouldn't get lost and distracted at looking at his well groomed...body but look into the gates of his soul to see if he really were someone she needed to worry of. Last time she hadn't been careful enough.  

[`Swirly]

The questions began to fade from his mind as it no longer mattered what he what he wanted to ask. She was going to have to come to him, at least by the way his mind worked around mares that seemed to be frightened of their own shadows. Not a really flattering way to view this one but… so? Smiling at her, he spoke lazily as if settling in for a good long while.

“I am Baldev, and it appears that it is now a guessing game time for what your name is.” Would she dance and motion or did something else happen that made it much easier to know her name. Patience would be the key to not having her run off out of frustration or just boredom. A quick toss of his hair, the stuff never ceased to be in his eyes, and Baldev was more than ready to do a sort of battle with this one. She seemed the stubborn sort so eventually he’d know her name. For a moment a rather wicked grin split across his face.. She could always introduce him to her parents.
 

[Death Resurrected]

She nodded to his name as if acknowledging it to him nonverbally. Nintey percent of one's speech was nonverbal. Hard to believe but true. Words were just easy for the mind to comprehend...a short cut that she would gladly take if she could.

Time for the guessing games...only Tsela knew her true name. He was smart so she only told others half of her name if they could get it. She motioned to the sky and then the water that he himself had been drinking from before she got there. She would start out with basics and it would get more complex if needed be.

If only she knew what he were thinking. She wouldn't introduce any stallion to her parents unless he was a love or a very, true friend. Her tail swayed behind her as her eyes seemed to turn some what...playful.