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 Posted: Thu Oct 23, 2008 3:36 pm
The dark grey mare trotted out into an open glade, her mane movie as the grass in the fall wind. She was alone, she usually preferred it that way. No one really could hold her attention that long and the rest just seemed to pester her. She watched in content as some squirrels romped in the distance, she smiled softly remembering how she used to play as a foal with her sister and father. The smile quickly faded, she didn't want anything to do with her father. Her mother and her were on good terms now, but she could still see it in her mother's eyes when they met...it was sorrow. She knew she resembled her father more, well so did her sister but she had wings. She was not angered at her father, just ashamed. Her mother had tried so hard to make a happy family. She remembered the wise words of Cyrus...he sort of adopted her with Erik...His words were, "You can't polish a terd." That even cracked a smile on Kila.
Whats done was done, and her mother seemed to be moving on. She had talked of those she met on her daily walks. None in paticular, though she had been speaking of the angeni she had brought home that one day. Raina never really was intrigued with males, she never felt she had met the right one and perhaps she never would...but she seemed to be okay with the thought.
Her eyes drifted back to the squirrells who finshed hoarding their winter food and had scampered off in the distance, she too started to move on with her walk as she admired her surroundings.
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Posted: Thu Oct 23, 2008 5:28 pm
Many colts could rely upon friends when times grew rough; but once again the spirits denied the blue eyed colt a kind hearted gathering. The foals he met in his journies most often were runaways and abandoned souls like he, mistrustful of strangers and seeing Chandar as merely competition and another mouth to feed off the sweet grasses.
Winter was not a good time to make friends, especially when food was scarce. For Chandar, it had been a most attrocious winter.
But days had changed to months and months to years; the only friend he clearly remembered was a quiet unicorn filly by the name of Raina. Even her memory was scarce, fleeting, and surrounded by bitter barbs of anger and fear. Yes, to live along built a distrust amongst others. To live without friendship and yet always seeing and hearing the 'greatness' of such a thing and to witness it with others; to know of family and yet not have one of your own and to be turned away as a tender-hearted foal. . . No. . . . If the spirits had wished him to be alone than alone he would be.
Such was the way the stallion worked.
Aged with bitterness and cynacism, the atomic green and black stallion had kept himself away from others. While many soquili socialized and frolicked amidst the lowlands and hills, Chandar made sure to keep as far away from contact as possible. Idle chit-chat wasn't something he sought and to be placed within a social scenario often caused him to feel awkward, out of place and even more aggressive.
Chandar had, in theory, turned his back upon the world and refused to forgive his unlucky lot in life. To knwo ones life was expendable by all, to know if you perished no one would blink or bat an eye wasn't an easy pill to swallow. No one cared about Chandar but himself, and that wasn't saying much. Such was the negitive lifestyle he walked. . . and such was the lifestyle he understood even as he lurked amongst the edges of the woods.
It wasn't like Chandar to stop and stare, much less bother himself with any sort of soquili. But a grey and yellow unicorn had been meandering out in the open glade and the stallion couldn't help but stop and further investigate. There was somethign disgustingly familiar about her. . . the yellow stockigns, the stained face, and yet. . . . it couldn't be, could it?
Old memories and games of chase and giggles slowly seeped in to mind. There was that unusual pattern on her rump, and hadn't the filly he'd met as a colt harbored the same such thing?
The more he thought of it, the more it dawned upon the blue eyed male that this could indeed be his old and perhaps only 'friend'. . . . . "Raina? Is it . . . you?" He couldn't seem to stop himself. The words were gruff and deep, as if he'd never actually spoken to any but her. Honestly, with his social skills, she was perhaps the only one TO have heard him utter words on multiple meetings. Before he realized it, he had pushed himself out of the security of the woods and had stepped out in to the glade, beginning to bridge the distance.
An old, foalish curiosity had struck him but it didn't take long for logic and realization to snap back in to place. She probably wouldn't remember him. Furthermore, she shouldn't even be bothered. . . Not by him. Obviously they hadn't been supremely close, but that one meeting had perhaps been his only saving grace from complete and utter bitterness.
Stopping dead in his tracks, his features lost the surprise they had harbored, falling back in to a blank and almost gruff exterior. He was seasoned, scars from battles and picked fights during his youth; outside his blue eyes and green markings, he hardly looked a thing like he had as a colt.
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 4:44 pm
The dark grey mare heard something faint talking to her…the voice was so familiar, yet changed. Those faded lavender eyes seemed to regain a bit of its sparkle as she was coming to understand who it was. Chandar, a childhood friend, was standing so close to her. She had not seen him in what seemed like ages. She nickered as she shook her head in disbelief. He had never heard her talk, well sort of. Her voice was still crackled, but it was getting stronger. She marched up to the black stallion in disbelief. Could it be that little foal that gave her, her only nickname? How they had used to romp and play. She didn’t think she had, had good of a friend since…though she never really got out much. Partially because she didn’t think it was worth her time.
As she got caught up in the past she broke the distance between and nosed his cheek softly, as if to say ‘I missed you.’ She grinned as she curled her tail around her leg in a shy-like fashion. She really hadn’t known what had become of him after she had missed him. She had thought of him quite often, after all her sister was always with her father and they were always gone. She really didn’t care, she was never close to her sister and as far as she knew she was knocked up by a stallion that was mated or something of the sort. She found it to be simply atrocious. She believed in loyalty and honesty, but this day and age it didn’t seem the likely.
She would’ve liked to believe in fairy tales and ‘happily ever afters’ but something that seemed so easy was yet so far away. She wished she could find hers. She would love to find someone that she were compatible with and didn’t get annoyed with so quickly. She simply couldn’t stand the nature of some others who seemed just completely moronic. Her ears pricked forward as she cleared her voice, and when the breeze stopped for a moment her eyes looked back and forth and as soon as she caught his eyes she whispered, ‘hi,’ in a gentle like manner. She smiled she was proud of herself, she was an intellectual thinker, and the fact she could get her voice out without acting, or drawing silly pictures made her proud.
None the less she was still glad to see her old friend, and hoped he would stick around. Something in his eyes had faded since their younger years, she had missed it. He seemed...changed. She hoped he was still somewhat their, otherwise who would she have to remember?
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Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2008 8:33 am
It was indeed his only foal hood companion. Given, they had only met once, but that afternoon had been imprinted firmly in his mind. A small, tiny part of him was pleasantly surprised that she in turn remembered him, but such a feeling was quickly dismissed as soon as she bridged the distance between them.
It was odd enough he was actually going out of his way to talk, much less stick around. The brooding stallion wasn't exactly a friendly sort, but with the yellow faced unicorn before him the sliver of good that still remained reared its head. She was saved from his scathing tongue, though Chandar wasn't going to be too obliging with her. It wasn't as if he were anything important to her anyway. . . .
Dipping his head back slightly as she actually cuddled up and nuzzled him, Chandar found himself in a predicament. It was obvious he wasn't accustomed to any sort of physical contact as his muscles tensed and he almost flinched. . . but he did manage to keep his hooves firmly in place. He wasn't going to retreat quite yet. . .
Besides, she was a small enough mare that shaking her off and away from him wouldn't be too difficult a task. His ears pricked as her soft words came out, hardly louder than a whisper, but there none the less.
"So you do talk," he grunted slightly, though a small, proud sort of smirk did slip on to his features. It was a foreign feeling, Chandar rarely smiled, but it was there for her nonetheless. She hadn't been able to speak when they were foals which had resulted in her drawing pictures to remember her name. And remember it he had. . . .
But the situation was fast becoming awkward, at least for him. Staring at her, he was completely at a loss for words. Why? Not only was she full grown and a complete stranger to him, but he wasn't one for company. EVER. Yes, he was quite pleased to see her, but goodness knew she had her own life and probably a mate and children and god only knew what other things. . . .
She was one of them who had a family. He had remembered meeting her mother, briefly, at the time of their parting. Oh how jealous he had been. . . . What was it like to have someone to come home to? What was it like to have someone who cared?
Ah, but such wounds were long since healed over. Chandar had survived the harshest of winters and loneliest of nights himself. Let the world suffer all the more from it. . . He needed none but himself, even with Raina standing before him. And so . . . the stallion glanced away from her, attempting to figure out what it was he was expected to do next.
Talk to her?
well. . . . he wasn't the talking sort. Swishing his tail lightly, he struggled like a fish out of water before deciding to throw his hooves up and just not say anything. She'd walk away soon enough. . . Considering it was Raina he'd allow her the satisfaction of taking the first steps away.
((Sorry - he's REALLY bad at socializing. ._.; ))
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 2:31 pm
If only he knew what she was thinking, and walking away wasn't any where near close to any of her thoughts. She smiled and looked away bashfully, "Some what." she replied. She hadn't told anyone the event that happened that had made her voice surface, her mother only had a hint but even that couldn't describe it. She hated her sister for having a family, though she thought her more of a whore since she was not life mated to him. She had strong opinions on having foals without a father figure. She would know, hers walked out on her.
"If you want..." she thought a moment, "I could draw pictures like I used to." she beamed. "Or make you try and say what I am thinking..." she smirked. "But that would be more work."
She could only hope for one day of having a family, but now that wasn't anywhere near her future it seemed. Though she was thankful, she had met back up with Chandar.
She was sad that he seemed so distant. She didn't want to lose another person she had felt close too. She had lost too much. It was time for her to gain something. She wondered how life decided to make its twists and turns, but she hoped it would turn in her favor for once.
"What've you been up to?" she asked interested, though she could feel her voice starting to get sore she decided to ignore it. There were more interesting matters at hand.
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 9:24 pm
Chandar honestly was clueless as what to do or say or think. He'd never expected to run in to the now grown filly that had been his one companion as a colt; even then, their friendship hadn't been solid or cemented permanantly. He'd wandered away and lost her trail; she, as far as he could assume, had returned to her family and forgotton about him. Life had moved on after that, and the blue eyed stallion could only hope Raina had experienced a much kinder existance than he. As it was, still thoroughly stunned, the stallion couldn't wipe the dumbfounded and amazed expression from his features.
"Pictures?" He repeated, quirking a brow though quick to recollect their original meeting. "Oh . . pictures," he grunted softly, dipping his head and stamping his hoof firmly in the ground. Where a chuckle should have been appropriate, the stallion himself couldn't voice such humor or amusement; in fact, he hardly remembered what such emotion felt like. "No I . . . I think we're fine as we are now," he murmured quietly, averting his gaze to stare down at the forest floor.
Yes, he was struggling to communicate. He wasn't the breezy and mischievous foal of her past; that foal had died an early and painful death as his hope had slipped away. It wasn't easy to be alone, rejected and unwanted; the scars that matted his coat were proof enough of that. His tail swished as an awkward silence fell between them. The stallion struggled to find out what it was he was required and meant to do next; did he ask how she was, did he poke and pry in her personal life, did he . . . . oh gods, he just didn't know. The basics of communication were not his style and he'd little practice in such social niceties. Surely this would be one big disappointment for the mare.
Glancing warily back at the unicorn, he heaved a sigh and allowed his head to slump just a little. "... I trust you've been well?" It came out somewhat forced and almost a demand. The stallion was unaccustomed to speaking softly, gently or without a snarl in his voice but he was trying. Truly.
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2009 11:49 am
Raina looked at him and his heart went out to him. She knew something happened to him. She didn't know what but she knew it wasn't good. She saw the scars that covered him and just wanted to make them go away and make everything better though she knew she couldn't do that, she could only wish it. Perhaps her company and making him feel wanted and welcome would help, for he was. He was probably the closest thing she had ever had for a friend and she let it show.
She smiled, "Alright then, words it is."
Her mouth twisted, not everything had gone well...she might as well tell him. She hadn't really told anyone else. "Erm, my dad walked out on me and my mom. Though she said she's been meeting with him lately and try to patch it up?" she was still questioning that. "My mom went insane for awhile but she's okay now, she's been out and about which is good." she shrugged. "I had a meeting with a skinwalker..." she sort of drifted as she herself looked to the floor. She looked back to him with a hopeful smile, she shouldn't be alive but she was, she also had those scars to prove it. Most were on her rump and lower sides only one on the side of her neck that had been the most faded. But she was still here, "My sister has kids and apparently may have foung the love of her life." she grunted at that. "And I got my voice back so its...been interesting."
She looked to him, "And you?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 8:17 am
The stallion felt awkward and out of place. Though he remembered, in a hazy sort of way, the innocence of his foalish days, it was as if they were memories of someone else. Most certainly not him. Long gone were the lazy afternoons, the curiosity of the world around him. There was nothing innocent about Chandar, nothing but a brewing, foreboding darkness that hung over him like an eternal raincloud. He didn't angst or turn to anger because it suited him - he did it because it was the only way to survive and to not feel the loneliness that haunted his every step.
He had made himself in to a detached and bitter monster because it was the only thing he had come to know. He had learned from others just as broken as he and his mind had become skewed and tattered. Staring at Raina, though he barely recognized her markings, he also understood that they were two complete strangers.
How did he get out of this. . .?
Social niceties weren't his thing.
His ears twitched as she listened to her story. Something about her parents splitting, feh. Why did he care about them? His parents had abandoned him, thankyouverymuch, so he surely didn't understand why she was bitching. Her sister had kids? Again, why did this concern him? He felt his lack of patience growing thin though, for their old sake of friendship, he tried his best to hide it. "Sounds like you've been through a lot," he finally grunted, dipping his head and allowing his bangs to fall forward in to his eyes.
At least she survived a meeting with a skinwalker; he'd heard of their kind. . . Rumors of them had always been whispered, especially in his frequent haunts. Evil, crazed, nightmares were what they were. . . Chandar had half a mind to seek them out himself.
But then the conversation turned to him, and the stallion glanced up, snorting softly. What about him? What had he been up to? "What's to tell. I'm still alive, I'm here, aren't I?" It was an almost sneer, not at her but at the irony of the situation. He'd survived many a close call, but he had no stories like Raina to tell. He had no family, he had no friends, he had nothing but scraps with others and blind anger.
Obviously being social wasn't his strong point but it wouldn't take a genius to figure that out. Turning his gaze away, he heaved a sigh and shake of his head. "I don't lead nearly as interesting a life as you anyway." He finally admitted, swishing his tail and pawing at the ground.
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