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 Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 9:37 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 10:12 pm
She moved slowly, gracefully, every step carefully rehearsed, choreographed. It was dark out, but that was best. It hid her from them, the disapproving, cruel eyes. Hid her from scornful looks of the beings like she had been, once, and the sharp claws of the beast that hunted the fallen ones. Hunted her, a personal punishment from the gods.
She had been such a vain creature. Self-worshipping, haughty. Now see how she was, torn down, covered in blood and scratches. Prey for any who may be able to keep up with her. A corner of her mind shuddered, curling in on itself as she stared impassively down at one hoof, the same one that had struck out at a pursuing predator before she took to the air.
"I'm so far from home." her voice came out in a breathless, almost toneless whisper, heating the chill air. Rothbart's cry came as a response, and she closed her eyes, shaking her head. "This must be another dream..." Desperation now, and Odile broke into a trot, feeling the wind burning her lungs, her mane beating her face, her shoulders, her back, like needles striking her soft flesh. "But my eyes are open!"
It came out as a shriek, not unlike her companions as she ground to a halt, screaming it out into the moonlit dark, watching the waves pound at the beach below. The sound was full of so much anger, and so much sorrow. Everything Odile tried so very hard to hold back.
She was a creature of light. Wasn't she? Light, and joy, and music. But all her music was mourning, all her light... well. All her light was death-dark, wasn't it?
She felt her body fall forward, felt the sand give way under her heavy body, felt herself fall, tumbling down the small cliff to land in a small heap in the sand. "But things cant be as they seem." the words were quiet, almost broken. "I'm so far from home..."
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Posted: Fri Nov 23, 2007 11:06 am
The sea had been quiet that dark night, as the morbid looking mare stood out in the side facing the endless ocean. For once the rather crazy mare was calm, her lids closed halfway while her mind swarmed with thousands of thoughts. The warm waters brushed against her legs as the salky scent drifted past her nose with each blow of the wind. Winter was coming...so she sought to enjoy the fall while she could.
Yet she couldn't keep her memories from flashing of a few eve's prior, her meeting with Reaper....or as she called him; Gabriel. The sinister looking stallion seemed to resemble something out of your worst nightmare...but Nimue couldn't see what was scary about him. The mutant had been so kind, so full of the same sadness she was starting to see in herself....the two sang the same song...souls intertwined. Something caught the attention of the mare as her head slowly turned around to gaze out from her skull mask; seeing the crumpled form of a soquili and a mass of wings lay on the beach but a few strides away from the shore.
Angeni? Another?
Silently making her way to shore as her dark ebony locks swirled and caressed her face from the breeze; brilliant sapphire orbs locked on the fellow Angeni. "Then Nimue thinks your eyes are broke!" A crazy giggle erupted from her chime like vocals, an offset from her morbid and sinister appearence.
What was she doing here? Was she one of the fallen, sentenced to life here in the mortal realm?
"You lie there on the swollen ground
Deserted in your heart
Still longing for what yesterdays lost
And for all that tomorrow might bring..."
She sung softly, stopping a few feet from the mare and looked down upon her. Wounds disturbed the natural patterns of her flesh and pelt.... "The pretties are gone..." She breathed a bit in melancholy, folding her two sets of black wings along her spine delicately.
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Posted: Fri Nov 23, 2007 4:56 pm
She visibly flinched as the other mare made herself known. Her black head tilted up, and a dry mouth whispered a quiet answer that was washed away in the sound of the waves on the shore. Teal eyes locked on the blood-red color on the mare's head, and Odile rose, voice cracking in a scream loud enough to be heard even past her dry throat. When it stilled, her head fell forward, entire body shaking silently. "Nothing's broken." she whispered finally. "No need to worry..."
The mare stared at the red, at the skull covering the new mare's face; hearing in a corner of her mind the screams of the hawk and the screams of its prey. "Sometimes you close your eyes, and see the place you used to live..." Black-tipped tresses flew as she shook her head with vigor.
Odile knew she wasn't normal. Normal angeni didn't have little voices in their head that screamed, and made them hurt people. She didn't like it, she didn't... "Is this how it's supposed to be?" her head rose at last, and tilted, eyes tortured. This mare looked like one of her own, almost. Maybe she could answer...?
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2007 9:47 am
Nimue stood silently as the mare before her, a fellow Angeni screamed out before falling silent like the wind. If Nimue didn't know any better, she would have sworn that this mare was as wacked out as she...yet in the mare's mind; there wasn't anything wrong with either of them! Luckily the morbid mare happened to notice the way the angeni before her stared so vividly at her mask, as a smile drew across her barely visible lips.
"Nimue thinks that broken things often can be unseen. Your words break, so something must be broke!" She giggled, brushing up against the wounded mare and lowering her head so her horn brushed against her spine. With a eerie red glow the wounds healed; but only enough to stop the bleeding. Unfortunately she wasn't a fullbreed; of both Angeni or Unicorn. Perhaps if she was in a better mindset her magic would have been more potent; but alas, Nimue was far from it.
Stepping back and shaking her head, the anguni turned her head to look out into the ocean, watching the waves crash against the shore. "A wise stallion once told Nimue that its rare for things to be how they are supposed to be. I don't know about you, frightened angeni, yet some of us are not meant to frolic in the heavens. Reaper and Nimue are meant to be here on Gaia....have you done anything to join us here?"
Fluttering her quad ebony wings, each folded delicately against her side while her lion's tail swayed idolly behind her form. Innocent sapphire orbs like one of a true Angeni slowly met up with Odile's, watching her every move with curiosity.
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2007 10:41 am
Odile lay there in the sand, listening quietly to the other mare's words. She didn't flinch as the mare brushed her horn across the wounds. Rothbart would make more for her later- he was her punishment. "She killed her sister." she said finally, softly. She didn't know what was making her open up to the other angeni... maybe she felt somewhere inside that Nimue could help? Could provide some insight into a mind that stubbornly refused to... "She killed her, and didn't feel sad."
Her eyes closed, remembering the crushed white and gold and red, god, so much red body of her beautiful sister. And it had been all her fault. All her fault that something so pure had fallen so far to be broken by this world. "And she can't go back home until she finds her. If She finds her, they'll let her go home, I know it." she felt her breath catch. "She killed everything she was, made her some mess of a creature they couldn't even identify as one of us, and she just stood there, watching her die. They came, her mother, and her father, and two of our healers. So much blood, and she laughed."
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2007 12:42 pm
"Sis....ter. Family..."
So another Angeni who had killed....were there any who didn't live through the shedding of blood? Was the angelic race doomed to have fallen from the start? Nimue didn't know and was sure she wouldn't gain many of the answers she sought. "We are doomed to fall. Put up so high that the only way to go is down." The mare tilted her head slightly before gazing up to the heavens she used to call home.
"Gabriel....once told me; that I should not go home. There is nothing up there for us....so we're going to make it ours. You should wait till then! Then when we go up It will be all ours! You wont gotta worry about everyone being angry at you..." A grin crossed her features as her eyes distanced greatly in their focus, a soft singing lullaby crossing her lips.
"Total slaughter, Total slaughter....I won't leave a single soul alive. La de da de dai...Genocide. Le de da de duh....an ocean of blood.
Lets begin the killing time...."
Giggling profusely in a deranged manner, Nimue cast a sidelong glance to Odile and smiled. "Lets take a stroll, shall we? Or can you not walk?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 9:43 pm
"She didn't mean to do it. She wants to go home, because it was... an accident." She felt compelled to explain, and the words fell from her lips like tears, even as she stood to follow her beautiful Confessor. "She fell, like Icarus, and this one was Daedalus, because she warned her sister not to fly too high, but didn't watch her. And her wings melted, and she screamed."
It wasn't an accurate story, not really, but it was the only explanation Odile's broken mind could give at the moment. "It's forgiveness this one seeks, but there's none to be found here..."
Killing? Death? She shivered, in fear and a shred of excitement. Death was the ultimate penance. Blood, Death, it was all means of cleansing...
"She can walk." she said finally. "Where do you want her to go?"
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