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 Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2008 9:21 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2008 9:34 am
Onatah was walking around, marveling in the world's beauty. The only season that she had experienced, was the wintery snow. However, she had been told that other seasons occurred yearly, spring, summer, and autumn. This was the supposedly spring, where the snow melted, and things began to grow again. Her white coat had blended into her previous wintery surroundings, but she high doubted that it would now. A rueful smile came to her lips.
She paused in her walk for a brief moment, to collect her scattered thoughts and composure. She took the time, to study the things around her. The budding flowers, the few that had blossomed. Both the old and new trees that had survived over winter's cold snows. The new blades of grass emerging from underneath her hooves. The serene blue sky, and where she had stumbled into. Was she lost..? Oh dear. But it was a pretty place to be lost in if anything, she consoled herself.
Her blue starred sash trailed behind her, almost floating, as she walked towards a stream. She lowered her head, to drink from the stream. The water satiated her thirst for now, but there was something missing. Onatah frowned slightly, before looking intently at her surroundings again.
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2008 10:13 am
Spring was really Dietrich's -least- favourite season. It represented many things: growth, renewal, rebirth, the beginnings of love, decay, and putrid rot.
And noise. Dietrich hated noise; it was everywhere. It permeated everything, stank, loud and obnoxious, angry and swelling like-
-Hush now, he told himself. The stallion had spotted someone in 'his' territory.
At first he thought it was the lingering effects of snowfall still clinging desperately to the barren (putridmoltingdisgusting) soil. On second glance he realized it was (and here, a heavy sigh), one of his kind, a four-legged earthwalker. His eyes, half-covered by his thick cover of mane, glanced at her, as if sizing her up.
Really, no harm could come out of telling her (politely, he really hated conflict unless he had the upper hand) to leave his area. It had enough noise here already.
And with that, Dietrich crept to noticeable distance behind her, fanning his wings out just slightly to give himself (or what he personally though) a more favourable, impressive edge. He forced his expression into a thoughtful smile. "And here I thought I was alone."
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2008 10:29 am
Onatah, turning around with a smile on her face, nodded to the other stallion. "Why, hello..?" She asked with an inquiring tilt studying the other stallion. This one was winged. But it seemed much more like a hybrid. Feathers of a bird, and translucent wings that strayed behind, that it was almost similar to a butterfly. But she had never seen a butterfly of that sort.
His straight hair fell around his shoulders, quite different from her. Her hair settled in a windblown fashion most of the time. She was blessed with a coat that resembled the color of snow, and the stallion was as dark as night. "I suppose we couldnt be any more different.." She mused to herself.
But she replied lightly,"It appears you were wrong for the moment." Onatah gave him a slight smile. Her instincts however, told her of something different. His smile didn't match his feelings, but she had no way of telling what the other was thinking. "May I ask how you fare? After all, it'd be rude of me to not."
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2008 12:55 pm
'How did he fare?' An amused inwards smirk. Judging from her style of speech, she couldn't be from around.
He lowered his head in a bow, almost mockingly. "I fare fine, milady." Having been raised by eccentric parents, Dietrich sometimes found himself slipping back to polite mannerisms. "There are many who tell me often I am wrong; unfortunately, that does not stop me from thinking the way I do."
But really, straight to the point. "Though, I am -rather- confused." He made a point to emphasize that sentence. "What brings a fine lady such as yourself to this desolate terrain?"
And really, was the unfinished sentence he wanted to say. What could convince you to leave. But, the other side of his mind speculated, it had been a while since he had someone to play with.
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2008 7:20 pm
"I'm glad." She replied automatically, responding to the male's mannerism with her own.
"I'd imagine you know yourself best, so that majority is quite wrong." Onatah mentioned, giving a light chuckle to the other stallion. "Although I would think that your way of thinking is quite unusual if others find it to be wrong."
Noticing the emphasize on the sentence the stallion had introduced, she answered, "Honestly, I stumbled into this place. A friend had told me of spring, and before I knew it, I had become .. misguided." She finished up. One could term her 'lost', but misguided sound much better.
"What brings you here? or have I intruded on something I should not have?" The last sentence had only occurred to her now. "I apologize if I have." her formal way of speaking continued to stay with her, she realized with a dry smile. Perhaps, she didn't feel fully comfortable with this stallion, as she had with Dante. Reminding herself that this stallion had shown her nothing but manners, she continued to keep a gracious composure. "May I ask your name?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2008 8:01 pm
His eyes flashed slightly, a glimmer of malevolence underneath the smoldered red. A name required something personal and he was not in the mood to share.
"A lowly one such as I does not have a name worthy enough for this fair lady, " Dietrich avoided carefully. "I will, however, be honoured to escort you back to the herd you belong to."
It was amazing how a mere stranger could make such high assumptions about his way of thinking. But what insulted him more than her tone was the fact that a lot of those chords struck true.
But honesty, really, was a fools notion. Why abide by what was right and true, when he could pretend to be the same?
A lone strand of grass reached out from the cracked ground, searching for sunlight to nurture it, grow it, let it become significant, a part of a whole. It was a good thing it had no feelings as it was smothered out with a single hoofprint.
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2008 8:38 pm
She hadn't missed the flicker in his eyes, but she was at a loss of what the flicker had meant. However, she refused to leave. She didn't need an escort, she wanted to stay. "Then in that case, we can be strangers to each other. I'm sure you and I would prefer it both this way."
It was only fitting to grace the stallion with an answer, "I don't have a herd. A herd requires me to have more ties than I'd like." Onatah said simply, her gaze trailing downwards, seemingly to reminisce.
But seemingly forcing herself to brighten up, she met the eyes of the other stallion. Her velvet blue eyes bored at the other stallion's red jeweled eyes, as she tried to study him. No longer how he looked, but she wished to know what he was thinking. He wasn't all he seemed to be on the surface, but then again, was any other?
"Are you truly what you appear to be, stranger?" The question was asked outloud, a result from her own thoughts. Her eyes widened, as she realized that it had been audible for both to hear. Stepping back a step or two, she stammered "F..forgive me. I would like it, if you pretended you hadnt heard that question."
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2008 9:01 pm
Was this mare really of any use to him? No, not at all.
But it had been so long since he had any sort of company, or really, amusement. There was something purely disgusting about how presumptuous her words struck that made Dietrich absolutely fascinated by her. It wasn't as if he had any obligation to the hours in the day in the first place, so why not play to a whim.
"Hmm? I'm sorry I dont quite understand," he feigned, suddenly wide-eyed, "What exactly did you expect me to be?" He bit his lower lip, putting the right expression into it. "I actually... got that a lot from my sire, maybe its because of them I had a hard time growing into something beautiful."
And there, he averted the question entirely. "Do you know what you truly would like -yourself- to be, miss?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2008 8:19 pm
The white mare frowned, but accepted the other stallion's words as truth. After all, she had no reason to think of it as a lie. Especially since it was in her character not to think that way.
But she had noticed the avoiding of her question. Even if she wished he would forget she asked it entirely.
"It looks like the effort was worth it though. I've met many, but your the first I've seen of your kind yet." It was conveyed as a compliment, but she wished for the suspicion in her mind to remain still. This black stallion had shown no signs, yet.. everything was too perfect. No. Perhaps this stallion was just the way he was.
She paused at his question, directed back towards her. "What I'd like to be is no difference. It wont change what I am here and now. All I can do is accept myself the way I am." Normally, when she talked of such topics, she grew wistful or sad. However, she was hesitant to show any true feeling in front of this stranger. "On the other hand, do you know? Or are you satisfied with the way you are?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2008 2:06 pm
The conversation, had, since it started, been taking a turn from worse to laughable. This mare could not be more opposed to his thinking; Dietrich himself had no feelings of self righteousness or ethics.
But, for the sake of not turning the bad to worse (and here, his stomach lurched sickenly, he wasn't sure how long he could play at this), he would create something.
Maybe a story to garner sympathy.
"Unfortunately," again, he bowed his head as gracefully as he could, "my kind is very far away, maybe that is why I'm the first you have met. You see," pause, a delicate moment of perfected hesitation, "I... am actually an outcast. I dont really have a home or anywhere to go to...."
So far so good, now to continue, "But you're right, I shouldn't pretend to be something I'm not." Oh, the irony. "I've been so corrupted by my own bitterness, I've forgotten to really look at myself. If only really, I could have a form of guidance."
He turned his half-bowed head, to look at her, expectantly.
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Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2008 11:26 pm
"Unfortunate." She replied distracted to the stallion. She could only envision his circumstances, but somehow, she couldn't sympathize with him. Not quite. Brushing her hoof over a strange of stray grass, she delicately took care not to step on it, before returning to her previous thoughts.
To her, she felt no air, or feelings within his sentence that had dictated what had happened. His actions were flawless. One would regret, or be angered by such an action, wouldn't they..? It was as if he had no emotions. No, to say it more accurately, no emotion that matched what he was saying.
"I'm glad you've come to realize that." Onatah nodded. "It's understandable..?" His was a common story .. but it was common because it happened so much, right? It was possible it happened to him also!
Surprised to meet with his expectant gaze, her eyes filled with a questioning gaze. Surely, he didn't expect her to do something about it? She was uncomfortable with this stallion already, much less spending more time in his presence.
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