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 Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2008 8:09 am
Not once had she judged him, called him a fool for his ideals. Not once had she snapped at him, rolled her eyes at him; anything... It was strange, to get on so well with once he still knew so little of, but he wasn’t about to complain about it.
Smiling to himself, the tall warrior raised his head from the stream he had been drinking from and gave his head a quick shake to clear the last droplets of water from his muzzle. It would not do to rejoin his traveling companion with water running down his face.
This done, the slimly-muscled stallion turned about and clambered easily back up the bank. At the top he paused to check that his greaves were still in order, they were, before raising his head again to look about for the blue and purple-coloured mare he had roamed the world with of late. It was good not to be alone.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 12:38 pm
Within the protective confides of a nearby glade the sky coloured lady stood waiting for her companions return. A smile gently caressed her face; she was no longer alone, not anymore. Around her now was a kind warm feeling, a feeling of friendship with her companion.
Her companion Sol was a handsome gray stallion, kind-hearted and gallant, chivalrous and silent at times. How long had they been together? Only the fates would know that now. Chandara had lost track as her loneliness fled.
Not once had the stallion argued with her on her ideals, or questioned her about too much. The others she had talked to made fun of her, called her ideas ridiculous. Strange as it was it was wonderful all the same.
Noticing Sol on a nearby hilltop a smile came to Chadara’s dark blue face.
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Ice_Dragon_Demon
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 1:14 pm
Looking down, Sol spotted his companion and whinnied a greeting; he’d been gone only minutes, but it always felt nice to call out to her and let her know he was returning, and that he knew she was there too. Smiling to himself, the tall Ichsa took off down the rise at a brisk canter, slowing as he neared the bottom, and the other Nequus visible to him in the shelter of a glade.
“Well,” he began with a smile as he came to a halt before the strange-tailed mare, “I am most thoroughly refreshed... Do you wish to travel further today, or shall we rest here and continue tomorrow?” Honestly, he didn’t mind either way, though thinking of it they weren’t likely to find a better resting place before they wanted to stop and sleep. Besides, it wasn’t as if they were really going anywhere; they were just going, and so there was no schedule to upset by ending their day’s travel in the afternoon rather than the evening. Besides, it might be nice to just talk for a change rather than being distracted by changing senary and passing other Nequus.
People tended to stare at he and she; the warrior had noticed that. Sometimes he thought it was because they were strange; she with her tail and he with his armor. Sometimes he thought it was because people thought them beautiful. Sometimes he thought it was both at once, but almost all the time he didn’t really care.
While in the company of Chandara, the opinions of other people were somewhat inconsequential to the dark-eyed stallion. Her thoughts on him, for now at least, were one of the most important things in the world. Seldom had he cared so much what another creature thought of him, very seldom indeed... and yet, in many ways, he knew her not at all. Perhaps, Sol considered with a faint smile, if the Lady chose to remain here rather than press on, he would have a chance to formulate questions in his mind and ask them of her.
Enchanting though her mystery was, he wanted more, more knowledge of her, more closeness with her, more speech with her. He wanted to tell her about himself, too, and there was another thing he seldom care to do. He was a private stallion by and large, advertising to the world only his quest for justice, his desire to protect the innocent and even the not so innocent if they needed it.
With her though, it was becoming different. He didn’t want to just be a shining knight to her anymore, he wanted to be Sol.
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2008 12:10 pm
Her own whinny rang out in response to the gray stallion replying unconsciously. She smiled again, it was such a silly action he knew she was here yet she still wanted to call back to him, it was an irrational fear, if she didn't respond would she loose him? It was... strange these thoughts had been constantly reappearing in her mind more often.
Strange...
Sol came before her again clearly refreshed from his drink. Water nearby and a protective glade, no doubt going to be unable to find another place to set down for the night. And perhaps she would be able to speak with her close companion more.
"Perhaps we should stay and rest the night, I am weary from our walk." she told Sol.
They hardly knew anything of each other, both quiet and reserved, both strange in their own way, each only telling a little of the other. Chandara wanted to know more about her companion. Her first and only true friend. This would be a perfect opportunity to break the ice between them, the ischa decided. She would tell him about herself and perhaps then he would tell her about him…
She wanted to Know him, the kind and gently knight she had met along the shores of the ocean. Would he be able to be her Sol?
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Ice_Dragon_Demon
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2008 12:30 pm
The tall stallion smiled and nodded his approval at the mare’s decision; they had been moving quite swiftly these last few days, and he was as glad of the idea of a break as she seemed to be. Moving over to a comfortable looking tree, Sol cast himself down in the grass with a happy sigh and flicked his tendril wings a few times before laying them comfortably at his sides. Once he had shuffled himself into a comfortable position, the dark-eyed Ichsa looked up his his companion and gave her another smile.
“Seen as we are taking some time out from traveling,” he began, “perhaps we could take some time to talk instead? I must confess, I feel I have been somewhat negligent on that front. I’ve commented on our surroundings and such but... I do not feel as if I have really said very much, that is to say I do not feel as if I’ve asked enough questions, or answered enough. If you would not object, Chandara, I would like to know you better, and I am perfectly happy to answer any questions you might have for me in return.”
There, it was said and not even too awkwardly. With luck, she would assents, perhaps even share his desire to hear and to tell details of the past, of present thoughts and future dreams. So far, certainly, the two of them had got on amazingly well, and the long-horned Nequus did not feel like a fool in hoping the pattern would continue. After all, why should it not? Sometimes, he supposed, you didn’t have to know much about a person to know that you liked them, and got on with them. It had been that way with Vince, certainly, though the both of them had been foals when they’d met, so perhaps that was different.
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2008 1:54 pm
Chandara came and lay beside him returning his smile. Letting fall her tendril wings and comfortably sitting she let Sol speak first. She herself was anxious and wasn't used to this feeling. Normally she was calm, instead of torn up and filled with emotions she was clearly unsure of.
With a relived smile she gave a nod, he had been thinking the same thing as she. “I too wish to know you better Sol and so you may ask me anything you like.” she had decided earlier to tell him whatever he wished to know.
"Please ask." Her voice soft and kind.
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Ice_Dragon_Demon
Ice_Dragon_Demon
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2008 2:28 pm
Sol smiled again, pleased that she wanted to know him too. “Well...” where to begin? “Perhaps you could tell me about your past? Family, friends; anything like that?” He was always hesitant to ask anyone such things; not everyone had happy days behind them, and he didn’t want to upset the elegant mare by bringing up bad memories, but she had told him to ask. If she didn’t want to talk about a certain area, doubtless she could avoid doing so with the broadness of the question he’d posed.
Still, he couldn’t help but worry a little; with getting to know people came possible differences, conflicts and such that he didn’t want to spring up between Chandara and himself. With luck, however, his fears would be groundless, and even if there were bad bits in her past there would be good bits too, or at least things he could somehow comfort her about. He didn’t want to alienate her; he wanted her to like him.
...Moons; was he getting in too deep already? He knew himself to be a romantic idiot, but he didn’t even know her; he shouldn’t be worrying this much! Certainly she was kind and intelligent and beautiful and... well, okay, fine, probably in too deep then. Well, nothing to be done now but hope it came out alright, he supposed.
Offering the other Ichsa a smile, Sol waited for the lady’s response.
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2008 3:44 pm
It had been so long since she had thought about the past, she began “Before I was born my parents were killed, as their bodies were left in front of the tree when I hatched from my fruit. I would have had a brother if my parents hadn’t died, but I suppose fate wanted me to live for something.” She said. True she would have liked to know her parents but past was past, unable to be changed as regrettable as it was. She had been lucky to be the oldest of the fruits and the ripest at the time. Chandara continued.
“To most it was a miracle I had even been born, but it seems as though they had both given the last of their life force praying that at least one of their children would come into the world. But I had been born with a strange feature neither of my parents had so those who had taken pity on me wanted nothing to do with me.” That was the only sad part in her life; she never knew her parents or her unborn brother.
“I left my tree early and found the humans in Ryuten who took care of me and they treated me well, I learned many things from them about the sky, and I am able to read a bit of their writing and speech.” She smiled they had treated her well; course then her wandering heart took hold. “There had been a young girl who always came to see me and play with me when I was restless, she was my best friend when I was just a filly. We pranced and played for hours, but like most the eventually grew up and tired of me and quit coming to see me as days passed.”
“I left when I was much older wanting to see the ocean and see the other things of this world, but as I traveled I noticed how others shunned me because of my strange tail. I tended to ignore them as I traveled and didn't speak to anyone. I met some one up on the seaside cliffs and we didn't get along. I he found me offensive I believe.
A few weeks latter I was wading in the ocean when I met you remember.” She finished with a blissful smile Sol knew the rest of it.
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Ice_Dragon_Demon
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2008 6:45 am
Sol smiled slightly as the story came to a close; though it was a sad one in parts, the purple-maned mare seemed to have accepted it and to be largely untroubled by it. It was always good, the dark-eyed stallion felt, to be more or less at peace with yourself. Now, perhaps, it was his turn to speak on suns past. She had not asked, but he suspected the lady wished to know, and he wished to tell. The only trouble was sorting events out in his mind; knowing how to begin.
“I had a mother, but not a father,” the stallion began eventually. “I was something of an accident, my parents did not know one another, and my sire, I suppose, was not called to my tree. Things would have gone hard for my mother if another pair of saplings had not been growing beside mine. They belonged to a Jala couple, and on seeing that she was alone they decided to help her. The father of that tree brought food both to my mother and to his mate, and the two mares became the closest of friends. My fruit, and the single fruit on their tree, hatched on the same day, and I quickly became best friends with the other foal; his name was Vincent but I couldn’t pronounce that and so I called him Vince.”
Sol paused at this point, smiling faintly to himself. The memories of his earliest days, naturally, were blurred, but he recalled the happiness very well. “Vince’s father became my father,” the tall Ichsa went on, “and, though I never asked, I think my mother became something of a second mate to him. In any case, the five of us stayed together and returned to the loose grouping of friends and relations that Vince’s parents belonged to. There he and I grew up, and grew quite mischievous I think. We were forever in the mud or listening in on our elders and such. We were inseparable. When we were colts still but nearing being stallion, we traveled together to Ruyten, and the humans gave us identical pendants to wear on our parting. When we returned to our family, we discovered that a better organized herd had attempted a take over. We joined in the fighting, and eventually our aggressors seemed to decide that we were too much trouble and retreated.”
The pale-coated stallion sighed faintly and shook his head, twitching his wings as he considered how to go on. “Quite a lot of people died,” he said eventually, “Vince’s parents and my mother among them. By the look of their bodies, though, their deaths had been swift, and they had died fighting of which I confess I have always been proud. They weren’t warriors, but they fought rather than fleeing anyway. After that, Vince and I decided that we ought to try to protect innocents, to keep such things from happening to others and so we left the herd and traveled together. For quite some time things went well for us but one night we were separated. We were fighting a pair of Aeri somewhere in Yisi. It was dark, and there was a storm overhead. Our battles went different ways, and when my fight was over I couldn’t find him. Still, I do believe that he is alive, and that one day I will see him again. It’s just a matter of time, and I’ve been filling that time with what I’ve always done since leaving my herd; fighting for what I think is right.”
Suddenly aware that he had been talking for quite some time, Sol smiled sheepishly at his companion. “Apologies,” he said with a slight dip of his head, “I didn’t mean to ramble on at you for quite that long.” But now she knew, knew the basic and most important bits, and that was what mattered. She would, he both hoped and believed, approve of his life in general, and indeed of his hope that he would find his feathered brother again someday. She was, after all, a great believer in fate, and if anything in the world felt like a good and true fate it was that he should find Vince again, and have at least one more day of action and talk with him while they both still lived.
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 3:02 pm
"No," she said quietly "Don't apologize Sol." she smiled softly then spoke "Parted though you may be, he knows that your heart is with him and one day a bond of two brothers as strong as yours will bring you both together once more." She spoke as she believed. the two had been bonded by the strings of fate since birth would come together once again.
Chandara tossed her light purple mane out of her face and smiled. She was glad Sol had opened up to her and she to him. He was quiet, kind, and chivalrous. Protecting those whom needed protection. It was something this world was lacking since the strong always picked on the weak she admired the handsome stallion for being able to protect others.
"If you would allow the the continued pleasure of your company I might be able to help you find your brother." She wanted to come with him and help him in whatever way she could but at the moment she wasn't sure the best way to use her abilities.
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Ice_Dragon_Demon
Ice_Dragon_Demon
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 6:15 am
The pale-coated stallion smiled and dipped his head in assent. “I must admit,” he said as he raised his head once more and met the elegant mare’s eyes, “that there is little I would love more than to remain in your company. If we travel far enough, I am sure we shall find my brother in the end, and then I can introduce you to one another. I’m sure you would like him Chandara.” He hoped that his Jala friend would like her too, but he was never quite sure with Vince. The stallion had a tendency to stoicism and skepticism; he had never truly believed in fate or anything else of that nature. Still, perhaps it wouldn’t matter; Vince certainly liked him so there was no reason why he shouldn’t like the dappled-coated mare as well.
This decided, the dark-eyed Ichsa smiled once more at his companion. “Chandara may I just say that I... I am very glad that I met you. I doubt that there is another like you in all the world, or ever has been, or ever will be... I am glad that you wish to continue our travels together.” Perhaps that had been a bit awkwardly phrased, but it had been sincere so it probably mattered little. She was special, he knew, and just being around her made him feel... feel... Hopeful. If a mare like her could exist in Urin, why any good could happen, any good thing at all and he could make any good thing happen if he tried. There was nothing he could not do, nothing in the world.
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 10:45 pm
“It would be my honor to meet your brother.”
Reaching out with her muzzle gingerly touching his. Chandara’s delicate chime-like voice spoke calmly her voice was filled with happiness from hearing his words she could feel were wholly true.
“Truly happy am I to hear that especially from you… my dear companion” she smiled giving him a gentle nudge before pulling her face away from his. Turning her face away she nipped her shoulder that itched.
Feeling suddenly flushed she kept her face turned away from her companion. A feeling she couldn’t explain surged through her again. She couldn’t even tell where it originated. Why had she done that? Was that strange? A bunch of questions like that suddenly appeared in her head. The smart, intelligent, sensible mare couldn't keep her thoughts straight. Why?
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Ice_Dragon_Demon
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2008 4:03 am
As the mare nuzzled him, the world seemed to stop, to stand perfectly still and silent in an eternal moment. Had she really just?... The moment passed, and Sol blinked in the sunlight and then at Chandara. She was looking away from him now, not disinterested more... shy? It wasn’t quite the right word, he was sure, but for some reason his mind wasn’t providing him with a better one.
“I... I am very glad that you are glad,” the muscled stallion managed eventually, shuffling the tendrils of his wings slightly and then flicking his tail absentmindedly. She had seemed, just for a moment when their muzzles had touched, to be looking into his very soul. It was not a frightening idea so much as it was... was... difficult. How was he to act now? He knew he felt too much for her already, but did she feel too much for him as well? If so, was it really too much after all? All the old stories told of love at first sight, and this was hardly first sight. He hadn’t known her long, true, but he felt as though he had. They connected, they understood one another or so he felt.
“Chandara I umm... Forgive me if I seem impertinent,” the dark-eyed Ichsa said slowly, “but... have you... I mean have you ever... courted?” It seemed like a reasonable question to ask to him and maybe, just maybe, he could lead the question on to asking if perhaps they might become more than friends. There was no harm in hoping and trying after all; had he not just thought to himself that anything was possible? If he didn’t find out how she felt he’d always wonder if there had been a missed chance, and he would never forgive himself.
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2008 11:09 am
Chandara flicked her ears back and smiled softly hearing his words. Turning her head quickly after hearing his question. It wasn't unreasonable, not in the least. She shook her head seemingly regaining her composure "No your in the wrong Sol," she said. Readjusting her tendril wings she finished with another shake of her head "I've never courted or been courted" she told him.
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Ice_Dragon_Demon
Ice_Dragon_Demon
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2008 11:22 am
The pale stallion nodded his head to that and then found himself unsure of how to proceed. “I... umm,” he flicked and ear uncertainly, “would you... I mean are you... do you intend to at some point?” He wasn’t being half as eloquent as he had imagined he would be when he’d planned to turn the conversation this way but never mind. So long as he kept talking, no matter how awkwardly phrased he managed to make the matter, he would find out the answer to his question.
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