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 Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2008 5:22 pm
He hadn't wandered far this time, just up through the timberland to a high open meadow. The funny thing about acceptance, was that now that he had it, he wasn't sure what to do with himself. For once he hadn't argued with Amarinne, Flame and he had shared some common ground, and the dark unicorn even dared to think they could be friends. Now there was a thought. Friend. He turned the word over in his mind, wondering at how easily it fell into place amongst the rest of his repertoire. Previously, he hadn't spared much thought for relationships outside of the one he had with his God... and for awhile had thought himself satisfied. But some natural instincts can't be denied for long, and now he was beginning to think that this was a part of the One God's gift of Life. That Universal Truth the black unicorn sought among the citizens of this green world, and among the stars. These.. friends. They were a part of that Truth. So he was out late, after the rest had bedded down and bid him good night. The moon was low and full in the sky, with a caressing breeze shifting here and there, taking his long black mane with it, blocking his vision from time to time, though he didn't need it. His search was not one that required eyes, so he allowed them to drift closed, though he did not sleep.
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Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2008 6:01 pm
She stretched out her delicate limbs, enjoying the feel of the breeze ruffling the black locks that peeked out from under her veils. It was troublesome, sometimes, waiting for Citlalli to attach them each morning before she left the camp, but she felt oddly comfortable, hidden behind them. She was searching for stories tonight. It had been a long time since she had gone hunting for a tale to tell, and she wondered if she was running dry. The "children," as she called the younger soquili, at the teepee loved to hear her stories, and she was more than happy to oblige. However, as of late she'd felt it harder and harder to tell them stories. Her voice would falter, and she was becoming... Uncertain? Perhaps it was because she had been denying too much of herself, Reflection had suggested. Scherazade loved to search for stories, loved the interaction with those who shared her passion for life, and the tales that could be found, could be told. So on the younglings suggestion, she was setting off for an 'adventure' as it was called. No goal in mind, merely to travel, until she found a story that would renew her.
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2008 8:39 pm
"And the voices rang, like the angels sing..."
The words, a bit from long forgotten verse of a child's lullaby lulled him gently awake, away from the self reflection that... until very recently.. had been his sole preoccupation. Really, he should just be a little more.
Surprisingly he found that conclusion acceptable, and as he sank down into the long grass, he allowed his eyes to flutter open, staring up at the starry night with a soft sigh. The breeze around him, he accepted it, brought it's essence in and just breathed.
To his right, a night prowler shifted and slunk away from his far larger form... that too he accepted... then moved on. Of the grass shifting lightly against his midnight hide, he noted the pleasurable shiver it ran along his spine.. idly wondering if this is what Flame spoke of when he mentioned "a female's touch." The thought, thusly finished, drifted back to the darker recesses of his mind as he relaxed further and began to pick up and even more signs life... of the leaves fluttering to the ground... the sigh of a burrowed rabbit.
Funny how what he would have once dismissed as irrelevant made him feel even closer to the Being he had unceremoniously adopted into his life without a thought.
Or...
Had there been a reason?
Curiosity piqued, the unicorn pondered the implications of this rather significant revelation... when had he changed so much? Where had his youth gone? What secrets did the veil of time hide from his sight?
Were they really better left buried?
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2008 11:35 pm
She huffed out another slow breath, moving over the plains like a white shadow. In the noise of nature, her hooves were barely audible, though she gleamed in the heavy moonlight like a ghost. The silver on her ankles made surprisingly little sound, though her veil could be heard beating in the gentle breeze.
So much silence, everywhere. Yet even in such a quiet place, her heart was racing, searching for that hidden tale in the grasses. Would it be the story of the rabbit and the wily fox? Or the tale of the coyote, and his broken love affair with the moon? Violet eyes trailed over the grasses, seeking for the form that would claim her attention this night. Perhaps the one that would lead her onto her grandest journey yet...
It would be ironic, would it not? That the moment she went out actually seeking the story that would make her blood run hot with the sheer joy of living, she would find it? When she had waited patiently for so long, simply knowing that if she was meant to find the tale, it would come upon her?
Had she wasted years in placid patience waiting for life to find her, only to have it passing by because it thought she was not searching?
The wind was singing to her tonight, begging a story to come forth. Never could she refuse nature it's rightful due; and so she opened her mouth and settled her slim body down on a rock. " Long ago, Rabbit was a great hunter. He lived with his grandmother in a lodge which stood deep in the forest. It was winter and Rabbit set traps and laid snares to catch game for food. He caught many small animals and birds, until one day he discovered that some mysterious being was robbing his traps. Rabbit and his grandmother became hungry. Though he visited his traps very early each morning, he always found them empty."
She took a small breath, waiting for the few animals who had stopped to listen to her tale to creep closer to her.
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