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 Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2008 7:14 pm
Bright blue eyes glanced as an unwanted light glowered on her face. Vision faded and blurry, a yawn escaped from her. She nosed her head outside the teepee as she made an effort to crawl forward, which was more she could say than most days. The sky was as bright as her eyes and the grass just as vivid. She mumbled as she saw Cyrus give her the same old 'go out there and do something with your life'. Pft, he had a loving and trusting mate what did she have nothing. She used to have an unloyal, backstabbing jerk. Her eyes narrowed as she flopped back into the teepee with a 'humpf'.
Eve seeing all this walked carefully up to Kila's dormitory and nosed the flap. "You goin' to come out today?" she smiled softly. Her multicolored eyes looking to her earging. She watched as the alicorn's nose wrinkled in disgust. She wondered how she could ever have been as joyful and bouncy as the stories she heard. "C'mon Aunt Kila." she added.
Kila looked to her with a sympathy and then dragged herself out of the teepee, however she made no effort to greet the others, she simply walked down the hill and crossed the river before moving on. A simple shadow among the lands as she spoke nothing and moved silently. She couldn't rememer the last time she flew. Her eyes narrowed as birds chirped merrily, and squirrels moved around friskily. This was not going to be a good day, she hadn't had one ever since she gave birth. She snorted at the thought, Raina had been gone for many moons now. Good riddance. She never spoke of Anemone, or Benoni. Though she loved Raina with her heart she couldn't bear the sight of her as she resembled her father and his likeness.
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 6:52 pm
To Casanova, the bright day, the singing birds, and the happily babbling brook was a beauty and a gift. He strolled casually alongside the river, listening to the music of the water and how the birds added sweet vocals to the lively tune. He bobbed his head to the tune that nature seemed to have woven and added his own voice to the medly - a barrotone humming. His tail flicked as he walked, swatting at the occasional unwanted insect. But otherwise, the day seemed to be absolutely brimming with possibilities.
If only he had someone to enjoy it with. A beautiful moment, an exquisite sigting seemed to be paled by not having someone by your side to share it with.
And then, as if the heavens conspired to grant his wish today, he saw her: a mare as bright as the spring flowers, with accenting colors even brighter and more eyecatching. His golden eyes widened and a beaming smile found his mouth. Casanova was a curious stallion, and never hesitant to meet a new face- particularly when it belonged to a mare.
"A fine morning, is it not?" Casanova called to her, strolling casually in her direction.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 6:03 am
Kila had been thinking quite the opposite when she heard that voice called out to her, it was sweet and charming...bad combination for her. Her ears flicked back as she turned her head to see this approaching being. She had not seen this as a blessing, but more of a curse. She didn't need anyone's company right now, she thought she was doing very well on her own.
As her blues concentrated on the figure, the haziness in her eyes seemed to be drifting, though the sun light seemed to be brighter than usual. She was almost bemused by what she saw, a flutter with the most strangest wings. She was more intrigued with his coloring however deep blue like that of the sea, fading into the vivid color of green of that of the grass. He seemed like the charming, 'Adonis' type. Adonis was a childish flirt though, she found it to be amusing. He looked like he could be a heart breaker, though she could be making assumptions again. Soon she realized she had been frowning the whole two minutes that she had been analyzing him.
She cleared her throat for a moment as she gave a light shrug of her shoulders, "It's alright," she murmered softly as he approached in a confident gait. She let her tail curl around her leg in a nervous manner as he did so.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 7:54 pm
Casanova took the mare's brief response as an invitation and continued unabashed by her standoffish posture. The smile seemed to be a part of his face, it was so unwavering. Casanova was not oblivious to her nervousness, but he was confident that he could soften that defense. And it was such a pity for a mare such as she to be so nervous. "I bring you no harm, beautiful lady." He nickered as he approached.
Her shining colors, her spunky mane. Everything about her appearence seemed to indicate such a spirit, such a life. So why did she seem so withdrawn?
"All right?" He echoed with a shake of his head. "What could be better? There is no rain to soak, no biting winds, and the sun does not even shine too brightly that it causes discomfort." He came to a halt a few paces from the mare, taking a deep breath and casting his gaze around them. "Flowers bloom in our presence and the bright blue sky hangs overhead us. Even seen daily, these beauties are not something to grow accustomed to."
He looked into her vivid eyes. "If it is not the weather that dampens your spirits, then what?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 5:53 am
Her eyes widened at him, beautiful lady, she thought to herself. Was he completely out of his mind or just a crack pot. She was going to go with insanity on his part, obvioulsy just for the mere fact that he had started talking to her.
She let him ramble on about the weather and such nonsense, it was true...she had a deathly fear of the rain, wind did get on her last nerve and she did like to watch the clouds...she used to fly after all. But then as her expression hardened again after his last words. 'Then what.'
How could she explain that she was made out a fool by one she trusted and loved, had his foals only to be abandoned. Go into a deep depression into a psychotic non reality and then back into depression. Now who was the insane one? she thought again. But then it occured to her, she didn't owe him anything. Why should she explain anything to him, she could fathom why she had even thought about.
Sure it would be a lie, but she didn't know what else to say that could maybe lead the topic away from her pathetic life. So she went with, "Nothing." Simple and almost too bitter sweet.
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 8:04 am
"Nothing." Casanova echoed with a bit more skepticism than her voice. "Well. Nothing ought to be wrong on a day like this." He sidestepped, moving closer to the colorful mare, and yet angling his approach off to the side so as to not invade her personal space just yet.
She seemed to be wary, and using very little words. So he adopted a very nonthreatening posture and continued to see how he might loosen her up at least enough to speak. Something seemed wrong, and he hoped that it was not merely his presence that was the source. Had she been hurt in the past by a stallion? If so, Casanova felt obligated to help. But how to get her to start talking?
"But if nothing were truly wrong, then why not smile? Enjoy this glorious day? Poets have spent years trying to capture the beauty of the world in prose, and no matter the skill with words, nothing can compare to being admist the beauty onesself. However, I have discovered, the words have the miraculous ability to enhance onces experience. Shall I perhaps try to frame this scene for you?" He offered with a charming smile.
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 6:34 pm
Her eyes stayed upon him, but she could see him moving...and it wasn't away. Oooh she could see his antics. Her eyes narrowed in the slightest as she smiled wryly and took a step back. She felt she knew his type, yes she did. She curled her tail around her leg again.
She made a soft clicking noise with her toungue and the roof of her mouth, something her mother also did. Mostly in nervousness, caught in lies or danger. It depended, but she had made a not when she had been young and it still hung with her today.
"I only smile when I see fit or I feel the need to. I can see no reason to or feel the need to, so I do not." she stated simply. Her ears flickered to him, he thought quite highly of himself didn't he? It only amused her slightly and not enough to make her show it. "Frame the scene?" she questioned even more wearily.
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 1:22 pm
Casanova caught the stiffness in the mare - the narrowed eyes and her suspicious expression. A challenge. But more so than merely that - where many a stallion might see the risen hackles as a sign to back off, Casanova saw this as a cry for help. A mare so prickly to new company was covering for something - some insecurity or past wrongdoing perhaps. She needed help. She needed her spirits lifted and her heart serenaded. Granted, pretty words and songs were not for everyone, but the beauty in the turn of phrase of a poem was such a subtle art that Casanova did hope that perhaps she would appreciate it.
"There is a voice in the summer gale,
Which breathes among regions of bloom,
Or murmurs soft through the dewy vale
In moonlight's tender gloom:
It tells of hopes unblighted yet,
And of hours the soul can ne'er forget."
"I think that the summer is indeed a season of change between the lifebringing of spring and the ending in the fall. Where things are ripe, mature. There is indeed a hope in this season, to focus on the present: the bounty, the fertility and the good. One need not act as if it is winter in the life of summer." He raised an eyebrow inquisitively.
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Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2008 2:32 pm
"It hasn't been summer for many moons, it was lost in the darkest of the nights, night herself shyed away from the dark. Beauty and love lost with that of joy and happiness which turned to loathing, to mere loss of mind and then to sorrow." she looked to him as she let her tail lay limp without any more motion. She simply watched the flutter. She inspected his dark blues went to beige in his silken braided mane and the white marking that outlined his golden eyes do the pur green that defined his cheekbone. Yes she was noticing him and how deadly one such as he could actually be.
She didn't take into take into note his poem besides the fact that he new a bit of poetry. She automatically thought of how many others had heard those same verses. How could she not? She had been betrayed, she had the right to be weary of others. And damned it be, she would be. She let her wings grip her sides as she still kept her distance while she stayed in her place and kept her head low, occasionally looking at the ground in an almost slightly uncomfertable manner. She didn't like talking about how happy summer was and how cold she could really be.
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 7:08 am
"Such soulful words, such poetry." Casanova responded in an awed whisper. "And yet, such sadness. Words can paint a beautiful picture and fill the heart, or sap all of the warmth from it with a chilling pronounciation. You have my respect, my lady, with your words. However, such a pain clings to them. Surely, there must have been one who robbed you of your warmth and your happiness. Truly, do not keep punishing yourself for whatever wrong was done to you, for that is what gives it strength. The past has no power besides what power you yourself give it." Casanova's words seemed to resonate with a hint of experience.
"For even if you have not seen it, the days shine with the warmth of summer. It is there, waiting for you to rejoin the world."
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2008 7:09 pm
"No, not poetry at all. Lost words that were never heard." she responded. She smiled weakly, "Perhaps I am living in the past, but it is all I know," she responded youthfully. "I do appreciate your own words, kind sir though I do not understand your kindness to a complete stranger. Most would turn away and act as they had never seen such a wretch."
Her blue eyes looked to the skies, once more. She still had no desire to fly. A passion, perhaps long gone. She wasn't a full wind anyway, she could get used to this ground stuff. She still thought with her unicorn abilities, she could possibly heal herself but it seemed not so. Perhaps it was within the company of others, which was what she dreaded most.
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Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2008 10:58 am
"Then let the words that have been tormenting your soul escape with your pronouncement. Let them escape from your mouth and take with them your sadness." Casanova drew closer with an encouraging smile.
"Sometimes it takes a stranger's eyes to see the situation most clearly. For I see a beautiful mare trapped under the weight of chains to the past. You have the keys to those chains, Kila. Let yourself free and embrace the day. See the sunlight and hear the birds singing and let yourself chime in chorus. Stop giving power to your demons and they will set you free."
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 4:54 pm
"Tis not so," she replied more solemly. "I wish it were that way, but I am still being held back...if anything I am being tormented with wrath." she sighed in distress. "Perhaps some day, it won't be the like but I can only hope for such a day." she couldn't help stepping back. She still wasn't letting the poor fellow into her world, she didn't trust him so why would she. "I thank you for your kindness, er...did I catch your name?" she watched him. Her eyes full of worry, she hated forgetting things. It seemed to be one of the only things she were good up. Such rudeness it was for her to forget his name when he was being so hospitable. She hoped he wouldn't be angry. Her eyes wandered as a few leaves tumbled to the ground and started to move with the wind, going up and down before finally resting. Her eyes finally returned to him, though she had always been listening. Sometimes, she just felt as if she wasn't always there.
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2008 1:56 pm
Casanova shook his head with a snort directed at himself. "A thousand apologies. I do not believe I did give you my name, and even if I had, I would not consider you request rude. I am Casanova."
"And you need not thank me for my kindness. It is a pity that it sounds like more have not shown you the kindness due to you. What is it that holds you back, then, if it is not strings around your own heart? Is there another one oppressing you? Or is it an... unresolved issue? Perhaps there is something I can do to bring you much needed resolution?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2008 12:33 pm
"No need to apologize." she replied with a soft smile. "Casanova," she repeated, it rolled off the tongue nicely. She shrugged, all of her movements were subtle, confined.
She simply watched him as he seemed to struggle to grasp what was really wrong with her. There really shouldn't be, she was still young and had many things going for her, she shouldn't let one mistake drag her down forever. Maybe this Casanova character was on to something.
"It's as resolved as its going to get, I just need to let it go." she replied again with a softer, and sweet tone.
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