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 Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2008 12:54 pm
Phobos dipped his head down, letting his soft curls fall down and graze the water as he drank. The stallion was no longer a colt. Not to long ago he was small, immature, powerless. But he had grown. And with that came the infinite capacity of all things adult. Love, hate, passion, in sight, wisdom. Knowledge and intelligence. But most of all, it brought the maturity of one that had seen many things and knew how to act and behave.
"My...hair is wet. Oh. God. This...." the stallion sighed, looking down "this is horrendous. Now it will probably get cold and freeze, and then I will have ICICLES hanging off my head. And I'll have to LIVE with that for the next... few hours" he lay down, closing his eyes and sighing "Honestly, I don't think my life could possibly be worst"
The stallion began his rant to the invisible audience "Everything horrible always happens to me. My first adventure with out my parents, my first time to prove to the world that perhaps I am more than a silly colt, to prove that my soul is indeed one depth! And I get WATER on my hair. I'm going to be an ICICLE head! Oh....bother" he said, only vaguely aware the in his rant his voice had risen to an almost scream.
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2008 1:42 pm
 It was also during that rant, which had indeed gotten louder over time, that Lyra had come into the area. He'd been wondering when he'd heard the escalating voice and gone toward it to see what was going on, if someone needed help perhaps.
What he saw and heard however was amusing and had the stallion laughing as he stood there his long hair moving with his shuddering laughter. "I'm sure your hair will be fine!" He managed between his laughter. Oh sometimes he did need a good laugh and with his siblings not around al lthe time he'd not been laughing nearly enough, as it felt quite uplifting to do so.
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2008 1:52 pm
Phobos froze the second he heard another, and began to nearly shake in horror. Caught in a weak state, and LAUGHED at! How unsympathetic was this stallion? Quite a bit, surly! Phobos, in an attempt to collect himself back up, returned to his feet, gave a large sigh, and turned to the newcomer.
"Go ahead, laugh at other's misfortune! Continue to live your idealistic life, draped in perfection, and look down at those whom have experienced tragedy and sadness. Bring them down just so you can have yourself a jolly chuckle! Go ahead, do it! I DARE you!" snorted the stallion completely embarrassed.
How typical of his life! Nothing ever went right, and it always had a way to kick him when he was down. It was certainly not enough to simply allow a misfortune to happen. Oh no, there had to be spectators to laugh. Spectators who would like nothing more then watch him drown in his own sorrows.
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2008 2:01 pm
"Oh I'm sorry! I didn't mean to upset you." Honestly he hadn't but it was so amusing the dramatics of the other stallion it was beyond funny really. All over hair and the talking and ranting to himself about it all.
Walking toward the other stallion he lowered his head a bit. "I couldn't help it the ranting and how wet hair got you so worked up...it was just funny. But your hair should be fine...just wet and cold. I'll dry though it won't freeze." He said hoping he was right and the others hair didn't freeze.
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2008 2:08 pm
Phobos gave a deep sigh. Others just didn't understand him. "It doesn't matter if you didn't mean to! You DID!" he said, angrily. "And that doesn't help, you know. To say that I was FUNNY. Such a thing is a tragedy. If you saw a soquili DYING would you laugh, and then say 'oh, sorry, but it was just so funny'? Hmm? HMM?" the stallion said at the other.
"And it's just just about that HAIR. It's about everything. My life! Myself! Everything is like a black hole in the ground with no roots or hopes to climb out, and the sunshine never ever briefly shines through, because it is eclipsed by my sorrows and pain" he said, ready to poor out his soul to anyone that would listen, and anyone who would give him sympathy.
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2008 2:13 pm
"No I wouldn't laugh if I saw another Soquili dying, but it's simply hair." He spoke before gently laying himself beside the other Soquili and lightly nosed his wet hair.
"It seems though that there is more troubling and bothering you aside from your wet hair..." He spoke slowly while looking to over dramatic stallion over. He'd never encountered another wh owas this loud or dramatic but this was...interesting and it didn't bother him really.
Nodding his head once he nosed the others hair again. "You want to talk about what makes you feel like that?" He was all ears and if he could help the other he would. He knew though that talking alone could help work things out and make things make sense, and seem more realistic.
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2008 2:30 pm
Phobos twitched slightly as the newcomer sat down next to him. Phobos didn't like contact too much. He didn't mind his parents, or his sister. He loved his family very much. As a foal, he had never gotten in any sort of fights with his sister, and, although his bouts of anger and sadness upset his parents, the colt wasn't ever a discipline problem.
"Why would I speak about such things to a complete stranger?" he asked, turning his head away from the new stallion. "I don't even know your name."
In truth, Phobos had never had a proper friend. As a colt he had met very very few outside his family. He sometimes felt like because of that he didn't have proper social skills necessary to carry out a normal friendship. He never felt that he was the same as others, things always seemed to get so awkward so fast. He couldn't develop friends. And when his father spoke of growing up, and mares, and mates, and all that stuff. Well. Phobos never thought he was really interested in that type of thing.
But perhaps he was just confused. But he knew for sure right now, that there was no way anyone could ever understand the depths of his sorrows.
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2008 2:38 pm
"I'm Lyra...and I thought perhaps I could help. Sometimes talking alone helps." He said slowly wondering about this male. He had seemed like he wanted to talk and now this. He was...confusing if not a bit unsure of what he wanted or at least that's how it came off to him.
Lyra too had never had friends as a colt but he had played enough with his siblings so that had in a way made up for it so despite that he was social enough and he liked helping people so that sort of trumpt any insecurities or lack of social skills he might have otherwise had. He'd also never gotten that talk from his father, or mother, so while he understood it he didn't fully it wasn't something he could picture for himself even though he understood it for others.
"Please...I would like to try and help you if I can."
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2008 2:46 pm
The stallion sighed. If he REALLY wanted to know, this Lyra guy would HEAR it.
"Mother and father are wonderful friends, but they are certainly not TOGETHER. Sometimes they fight. And I've only quite recently reached adulthood, and I don't believe it is all that great. All this responsibility is horrid. The other day I accidentally stepped on some berries, and they squished all over my hoof. The last berries of the season. How horrid is that? I RUINED them. And I haven't spoken to my sister in days, and I'm sure she is getting on quite fine with out me. I'm a drain on my family, I know it. They think I'm annoying and silly. And I was just coming out to enjoy myself, but I simply cannot. Everything I've ever tried to do has ended badly. I can't even get a drink of water with out causing problems!" said the stallion, catching his breath from the rant.
He probably could have gone on for hours and hours about the misfortunes that haunted his life, from messed up hair to accidentally running into branches. Even the smallest thing inflated in the poor stallion's head, manifesting itself into inexplicable feelings of sadness.
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2008 3:32 pm
Nodding hs head as he took in everything he had to admit the other made a mountain out of nothing really. Finally when the other had finished he found his voice and started talking.
"I wouldn't worry over the berries. As for family...well I can see how that can bother you. I haven't seen my siblings in a very long time either, longer then days. The same goes for my parents actually." Which was part of his lonliness but it also made him mature he thought.
"I think you let little thing slike wet hair or stepped upon berries ruin your time and should just move on and pay less attention to such things...other wise it ruins your time and it's really not right something ruin your time out.
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2008 3:52 pm
It was true. The stallion just couldn't understand. He couldn't get into Phobos' head, he hadn't lived Phobos' life. It was impossible to sympathize... because he just... didn't understand.
"Well. Thats too bad for you. But it's not just ONE thing" he said, with a sigh. "It's everything combined. One single problem piles up with loads of others, and they sound silly separate. But when you put them together, they are like a prison of sorrow and pain" said Phobos, his voice oozing with angst and sadness.
"Sometimes I feel like that. A prison, where nobody has the key and only rarely do I get visitors. And they can do their best to get me out, but they only make it worst by gnarling the bars and making it a even more unpleasant experience" he said with a sigh "So I don't know why they even bother anymore. It just makes things worst"
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 11:13 am
"That does make sense. Because on it's own the things seem small but I guess they pile up because you can't handle the previous issues so it does all pile up. I wish ther were a way I could help, it's terrible to feel like your locked up like you feel." He couldn't picture feeling quite like that, or liking such a feeling.
"Well, if you want I won't be just a visator...I can be a friend who spends more then a short amount of time with you." Lyra offered all to ready to spend time with someone on a regular basis and have a friend. Oh, he'd met other Soquili but he'd never spent a lot of time with them, infact he'd only ever seen them once and then poof!
"Maybe if I stay around I'll learn of the other problems, slowly, and maybe I can help open your cage and not twist and deform the bars like others have."
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Posted: Sat Feb 16, 2008 1:38 pm
Phobos looked at the stallion, his face full of confusion "I suppose you are right" he said. "But once a new problem has come up, I simply have no energy to deal with that one, let alone the others. So it's destined to sit and rot in my soul for...eternity" he said, sighing. "Can't you see why life is so bleak and hopeless?"
Friend? Phobos blinked "I suppose we could be friends. But I am not sure, I wouldn't want to force myself upon you. Anyone who is near me is simply infected with the vicious misfortune that governs my existence. You should be aware that this...friendship would put you in quite a bit of pain" he said, sighing.
Help seemed impossible to the poor stallion. "There isn't a key though. You don't seem to understand. You could fiddle with the lock all day, but nothing would help it give way. Nothing."
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Posted: Sat Feb 16, 2008 11:38 pm
"I do see that but you should let go of the little things so they don't weigh you down so much. Some things you should just let go over before you become even more trapped." He could see how some issues would always be relevent but somethings...no not so much.
"Mmm I don't think I'll be in any pain by being your friend and I'm sure being your friend would be worth it as you seem quite nice and as I said perhaps over time I can help you further and that would be a very good thing." Lyra said kindly, truely wanting to help this other stallion, he wanted him to feel more...well free and light even if only by a bit, it still was something.
"Well then a key must be made or some bars removed or bent, I will try and help over time in any way I can to help even if only in small measure. No one should feel as you do especially one as young as you." Though he wasn't much older then Phobos was he?
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