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 Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 1:36 pm
((A Backstory of a Kind starring only my Soqs.))
'What is my story?' Whistle pondered the question as she stood on the river bank and eyed her reflection. This was a new place, a foreign land. She wasn't sure she liked it yet, that would depend on the others she met... There was a saying about home being where one's heart was... But how was one to know where that was? When they'd forgotten everything they had ever known, how could you know who or what you love? How could you hope to find them again? Waking up under strange stars, in a strange land, Whistle decided that she may not know what or where this place was, but she wouldn't judge it until she knew some of the inhabitants.
Until then, she pondered over a question that had been bouncing around in her mind. 'What is my story?'
One of the first things one did, when meeting someone new, was to say their name, and perhaps a bit about themselves...
But what if your past was little more than a dim memory? Like looking through a fogged glass... Or trying to see the bottom of a murky stream? The more she peered into her past, the more it seemed to distort what little she could see. What if you could see yourself, as you once were, but not where you lived or how you came to be?
'What is my story?'
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 2:04 pm
:My Story:
Whistle smiled softly to herself as she lay in the grass, shaded by an ancient oak tree. There was a serenity here that let her get further into her memories than she had before.. But still, a great many things were missing from her memories... Thoughts, faces, details about her dear ones.
How could she forget such things?
It was best to start at the beginning.
'I was a dream...' Whistle remembered this quite clearly. 'His dream... Somehow, I came into a life of my own. Whenever he slept, he reached out to me... And always I answered the summons.'
But who was he?
A tear slid down her cheek. 'I.. I don't remember... I just can't remember...'
The faintest flicker of a loving face. Of laughing eyes. A rumble of laughter- deep like thunder, free like the ocean's waves- against her side where she leaned on him. The soft brush of a muzzle on her forehead. 'My love...' A musical voice filled with love.
But his name? His face? These things were lost to her.
"Why?" She agonized, opening her eyes to survey the lonely glade around her. Tears dripped down her cheeks as she shouted to the air, to the Fayth, to Fate, whoever was listening. "WHY DID YOU TAKE HIM FROM ME!"
The silence was a mocking answer. Her heart trembled, threatening to shatter.
They had a family.. A life.. No, that was later...
Somehow, Fate had given her life.. Given her a chance to be with him. And to see his face when she first stepped from the Mists of Memory to the firmness of life. A life to share with him. Ah how her heart had soared! Had there been any doubt she would have the happy life she so wanted? A life by his side?
No... She had felt everything in the world was perfect in that moment, the moment he nudged her cheek and asked... 'My love... Are you real?'
Yes... She was alive, and by his side. It had all looked so perfect. It was not to be... The life she had was filled with joy, but for a small nagging feeling in her stomach. She knew, trouble would come. And it had, in the form of a malevolent shadow.
The slow stalking of that monster... The terror she felt before the living nightmare returned her to the land of dreams. 'You are too weak to live...'
The agony of her death was nothing compared to the agony of losing her loved one... She had fretted.
Would she be given another chance? Had they truly lost each other, when so recently they had been found?!
***
'Be at peace, Lost Dream... You will return again...'
Yet another chance at life, and this time, it seemed perfect. They had a family... Three children the first time, and then four... A beautifully marked, healthy, loving family...
Except for one.
There was a shadow in the second cluster of foals. A malevolent spirit that attached to one of her precious baskets... That clung to the foal within, changing him.
And when Aveshar stepped forth, it nearly broke her heart.
A Kalona for a son.. A cursed youth, that became a tormented adult.. An adult that tormented the very world. Her son.
Whom she loved in spite of it all.
"Oh Aveshar." She said sadly. "You make a mockery of my love for you, My Son.. And yet, I love you still."
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 2:23 pm
Aveshar paid no real mind to where his hooves carried him. There was no beast in these parts he need fear. Though the Skinwalkers were increasing in numbers, and if he was honest, that gave him pause...
But for the most part, he had no cares.
So when his wandering ways brought him close to a glade, and a presence he recognized, he did not believe... Not at first.
Yet, there was no mistaking the scent on the wind, the heart -even grieving- that beat so near. His dam.
Whistle.
"Oh Aveshar." She said sadly. "You make a mockery of my love for you, My Son.. And yet, I love you still."
"Now, now Mother..." He snorted mockingly as he stepped into the glade.
He wanted to laugh as he watched her tremble. He said her title as though it were a curse, and she shuddered as though she longed to tell him to stop it, or it injured her whenever he spoke. "I hardly ever mocked you... As I recall, I was not around for very long."
And he hadn't been. Being so close to the loving, soothing, harmonic melodies of his family made the dark sonata of his soul writhe. He hated it. Longed to trample it to the dust. Particularly his younger sister...
But that was a thought for another time.
He watched the one known as Whistle rise to her hooves, smirking when she shifted nervously. She was a dainty thing -too small to bear four foals, he would have thought- and all alone. A ground-walker with no outward indication of power, alone with the big bad Kalona.
He snorted as he watched her glance over her shoulder. "I am alone, as always mother.. But I did not expect you to be so."
"You don't have to be alone." She replied. "You could give it up, Aveshar.. You could come home, and we could all try to heal you..."
He laughed at her. "We? You think my precious brothers want me back? Do you think the girls would ever trust me? That FATHER would ever trust me?"
He snorted. "I am not to be trusted, Lost Fayth, Lost Dream.. I am a Kalona, from hooves to horns, from head to black little heart. I was never a part of your family."
"I bore you! Surely you have a part of me!" She stepped forward, throwing the words at him like a physical assault. "He sired you! Surely you have something of him!?"
"Speaking of, where is dear old daddy?" Aveshar replied with a flick of his tail and a casual glance around the clearing. "You two are never far... It's dangerous for you to be all alone, Mother..."
He took a step forward, eyes glinting with madness and rage. "Something might get you... Another nightmare, perhaps?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 6:44 pm
Whistle pinned an ear and took half a step back, an involuntary retreat. She feared this monster who was her son, if she was honest with herself in her heart of hearts, Aveshar terrified her. But she loved him, regardless. And as he was the only one of her children she knew the location of at the moment... Secretly, she clung to their meeting all the more. "Thankfully, there have been no more escapes from the Dreamlands... So such things are not just, galloping about looking for Dreams to slaughter."
"Still, one should be more careful." Aveshar taunted as he stepped toward her, tail lashing slowly from side to side. "You never know exactly what is galloping about looking for Dreams to slaughter..."
His voice was low, sinfully soft, a mocking fire burning deep in his mad-silver eyes. Wings fanned, emphasizing his greater bulk and more lethal form, then folded to his back. "Father should be keeping a closer eye on you, Mother..."
"I am my own creature now." Whistle murmured, dodging the question that tugged at her heart. "I have been for many years, My Son.. I go where I wish, when I wish to do so."
Mutely, she wondered... Shouldn't her mate be here? Watching over her? Protecting her? Keeping her safe and whole? Shouldn't her family be here with her?
Aveshar's mocking expression needled her, so she took a step toward him and spoke with all the strength in her.
"At times I wander." Whistle murmured defensively, her spine stiffening and chin flying up. "I am perfectly capable of defending myself, Aveshar Faythren."
The use of his name didn't phase him at all, rather he just shrugged.
"There are creatures out here stronger than you are, Mother... And to be in the midst of the woods? Without your strong sons, your warrior daughter, or your ever-loving Mate?" He tsked and shook his head, circling her. "Now, now, Mother.. That is hardly an intelligent decision. There are Kalona's prowling the forests and fields and skies.. Capable of plunging down on unsuspecting ground-walkers like yourself... And the Skinwalkers?"
He shook his head again and laughed. "Mother, honestly. Even a fit mare such as yourself would have a hard time outrunning a Skinwalker, of any sort... Not to mention the cats, wolves and foxes that call this area home. And you can never trust those wretched two-leggers..."
Whistle narrowed her eyes and spun to face her son once more, her ears flattened to her skull. "I fear few on the lands, Aveshar... And none of them are human. Cease this pointless baiting, I will not rise to it."
"Which returns me to my first question, Mother..." Aveshar replied as he drew to a halt. "Where is your beloved mate. Where is my Sire?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 1:15 pm
"Never far away." She dodged a direct answer once more, though the words she spoke were more honest than perhaps even she intended. "So you better behave yourself, Son of Mine.. Or you'll find yourself being reprimanded by more than one Fayth."
"I too am a Fayth, Mother." Aveshar replied with a snort. "Such threats do not trouble me... We have long been on opposite sides..."
"By circumstances I could not avoid, and your own choice, did you become the evil you now stand so proudly to be, Aveshar..." Whistle spoke firmly, her eyes bright with warning. "Do not test me, Young One..."
He rolled his eyes at the reprimand, then chuckled. She was brave, was his dam... It did not suprise him at all. Even if they were weak enough to love and believe in peace, his family was strong in their own ways.. Particularly his youngest sister.. The strength of the peace in her soul made him shudder in loathing, and longing.. He wanted to trample her to the dust... He wanted to rend her into so many pieces she would never be found...
"Peace, Mother." Aveshar replied with mocking soothingness. "Peace to you... Getting yourself all upset over the warning words of your only Son..."
He tsked mockingly, shaking his head, his face a mask of sorrow.
She snorted. "You are not my only son..."
"I am the only one here."
"If that is supposed to scare me, you will have to try harder..."
"Consider your position very carefully, Mother.. And tell me, what reason have you not to be afraid?" He tilted his head and gave her a wide smile, flashing his sharp teeth as his eyes gleamed with madness and hate, and the urge to kill. "Very carefully, Mother..."
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 1:25 pm
In her heart of hearts, Whistle did not believe Aveshar would kill her. And she was not a foolish mare, but for some reason, this seemingly-foolish notion stuck firmly in her chest. Her son would not end her life. Would he hurt her? Perhaps. Mock her? Of that there was no doubt.. Scorn her love for him? Aveshar had always done so...
But he would not end her life...
"You fear what he would do to you..." She smiled as understanding struck. "You do not fear me, Aveshar... I know that. I know much of your soul, from the beginning, there were hints of darkness... I cannot blame the spirit for seeking you out and making you what you are... I imagine your call to them was strong."
She shook her head and raised a forehoof, beginning to circle him as he did the same to her. An endless dance of light steps, snapping tails, locked eyes.
"But your sire... And your brother... They, you fear. Cas is less than a threat to you, in your eyes, even though he is the eldest.. But Kel... And Suni?"
She laughed. "Your closest sibling is your strongest rival... And the girls from that same birthing? You long to destroy them... Even as one seeks to end you, and the other has only ever offered you love and trust."
"Love and Trust." He snorted and snapped his tail, eyes narrowed. "I have no need for such things. They are weak, as you are, Mother... I am strong. You worry for us all, and yet, have no regard for your own safety..."
He rolled his eyes and shook his head as they continued to circle each other. "Here you stand in the center of this wood, believing I will not kill you... It would take a single lunge, and I could tear out your throat.. And leave your body here for him to find... And my foolish brothers? I will take care of them in time..."
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2009 10:24 am
She stopped as he did, her eyes grave as she considered him. He spoke so calmly of ending her life, and she listened just as calmly. It was foolish, suicidal, even, to be standing here with him. To be having this argument. But the convictions in her heart were strong, and even as she sparred with him she had flickers of memories, flashes of her children's faces, the sound of their laughter...
She remembered the day she had returned to find Aveshar missing.. She remembered her love had not been surprised... He had known what was in their son's heart, better than she, even.
"Why don't you do it?" She murmured, tilting her head to bare the throat he seemed to eager to tear open. "Why don't you attack me, Aveshar?"
"The question, mother, is why don't you think I will?" He returned, pawing at the ground with a foreleg. His wings flared, then folded, tension singing through him. It would be all too easy to leap at her, to crush her fragile bones, to knock down her lighter body with his larger, stronger one.
She would be dead in a moment, or live in agony for as long as he wanted...
And his father would know. His father had always known. Damn him.
"Because if he is not already tracking you, he will know the moment I die." She returned at long last, her eyes still fixed on him. Surely there was something in this shadow that she could still love? That could feel something for her besides hatred and disgust? Somehere?
She smiled. "And I have a feeling that is one of the last things you want... Isn't that right, Aveshar?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 10:03 am
She had him by the wings good and proper, didn't she? Damn her! And damn his father too! If Ballad was not already seeking him out, he would the moment Whistle's Soul returned to the Farplane. Surely as soon as she was merely his dream, he would know what his son had done.
Aveshar snarled and pawed at the ground, ears flattened and eyes blazing with hatred and the longing to destroy.
"I wish you luck, Mother in finding him." He sneered, flaring his wings and rearing. "Perhaps after you've wandered about for a bit... I shall call on you again and see if you remember anymore... Perhaps, I'll take my chances then."
With a smirk and a flick of his spaded tail, the stallion spun away and leapt into the sky, black bat-like wings carrying him away.
"Aveshar..." Whistle sighed as she watched him disappear. "We only ever loved you... I'm sorry that wasn't enough..."
Turning away from him, she moved on through the woods, in search of a friend or someone to help her recover her love... Meanwhile, her thoughts were filled with her dark son. "I'm sorry..."
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Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2009 9:44 am
Forever Memories
While wandering, Whistle encounters Oathkeeper... A stallion who seems vaguely familiar to her, though like all things, she does not know why. Still, the kind stallion offers to help her and eases her troubled heart with his friendship and understanding... And while talking she uncovers another memory, that of her beloved's name.
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Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2009 9:52 am
Autumn held power over the lands now, the breeze was cool with winter's chill, sending the painted leaves dancing from their branches to the ground. Whistle smiled as she was hit with another fluttering shower of brightly colored leaves. Yellow, red, orange and brown spinning about her hooves as she moved over the browning grass, constantly searching.
'Ballad. Ballad. Ballad.' A name that was like a talisman in her heart, keeping her strong and hopeful. She had a name, and a face in her mind's eye, she had hope...
She would find her love again.
He laughed as he watched her prance in the shower, the soft white flakes settling over her indgo coat like stars in the sky, then melting away.
'They don't last...' She sighed.
'No.. Not yet... Tis not their time yet, these are early, heralds of Winter..' He nosed her cheek. 'Come, there will be plenty of snow later, and that will last, and you will want for spring again.'
'I care not for the season as long as you are with me...'
Whistle smiled at the memory, hooves picking up a steady trot. She would find him, Ballad, again. And it did not matter the season, but she prayed it would be soon.
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 1:22 pm
Mutely Whistle clung to her memories of her mate, smiling faintly as flashes of love and laughter swam from the depths of her mind to dance before her eyes. Happier times, times that she would have again. And soon. She swore that to herself, she would be with her true love again soon... And tell him of all the things she'd seen in this new land, ask if they might stay.
Whistle clung to that thought with all her heart, making her way through forest and field and ignoring the colder weather... 'I love you Ballad... I'll find you soon, beloved...'
Whistle frowned as she moved into the woods, hearing a soft rustling noise and a stiffled sob. What was that sound there? Crying? It seemed like someone was crying... No use standing here wondering... Shaking her head, the mare moved deeper into the tangled trees, spying a faint flash of color and a gleaming sort of light. "Hello?"
The sound ended, and Whistle frowned as she pulled through a tangle of vines and moved carefully through a tangle of thorny brush, wincing as sharp branches caught her mane and tail. "Ouch... Hello there, little one? Be not afraid, I do not seek to harm thee..."
"He-llo?" The voice that greeted her was uncertain, blue-cyan eyes sharp and clear as Whistle rounded the last tangle of trees and found a filly tangled in vines.
The little indigo body drew up proudly, a rather difficult thing when one was trapped the way she was, but she managed. Eyeing the mare with some misgivings, Daliu tried to smile slightly. "Hello..."
"Ahh now Little One." Whistle crooned gently. "What tragedy and trouble is this? How did you manage to get into such trouble all by yourself? Your mother, father, siblings?"
"Mother and my sister are.. somewhere." She sighed with a lowering of her head. "And I.. Erm.. Was playing.. and.. I... erm.. Well.. It was an accident... I was playing hide and seek.. and.. tag with some of the birds.. and... Well..."
She laughed softly. "I got myself in a bit of trouble, My Lady.."
"Whistle." The mare corrected, reaching up to tug one of the vines free from the treebranch. She moved to another vine and tugged it away, dropping the loose ends and moving to unwind them from the filly's neck. "I am Whistle..."
"Daliu..." The filly echoed. "I'm Daliu... And I'm awfully grateful for the help, Lady Whistle... Have I perhaps seen you before? Aren't you usually in the woods near the Shaman-Woman Tashika?" The filly frowned. "I've seen you there, haven't I?"
Whistle paused, considering the filly. "I have been to see Tashika, but I'm afraid I know too little of the language here to be able to ask her what I need to know... But it's alright, she helped me anyway, even if she didn't know it... I think perhaps I shall return there when I have found my mate, he would like her."
Daliu watched the mare -Whistle- return to her task, carefully lifting her legs to step out of the snaring vine as the mare worked to move them. "That would be nice, I think... I like Tashika, I may join the herd too.. I like spending time with Masque and Kaishara Immareska..."
"They are nice mares." Whistle agreed through a mouthful of vines. She smiled as Daliu ducked out of them and skittered to the end of her last tether, glaring at the vines caught around her hind hoof.
"Stupid vines." Daliu muttered, twining her head around and carefuly picking away one of the vines. "Ruining our game..."
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Posted: Sat Mar 13, 2010 8:55 pm
For a moment or two the mare listened to the foal's mutterings as she worked to untangle the vines. Daliu was paying enough attention to her to know when to move or step or wiggle or do whatever she needed... But that didn't slow down her sweetly fluttering voice and the story she told as Whistle worked to get her out of the tangled trap she'd stepped into. The trait was an endearing one that most foals seemed to share, that need to tell all about their day to any kind adult who would listen to them. It made Whistle miss having children, though she could not remember the tales her offspring had told her, she knew there had been many. She couldn't remember them now, but perhaps she could find them as she had the name of her love...
The way she had stumbled across this little foal, oddly enough. Wandering, searching, determination and luck.
"In their defense, I do not think that it is the fault of the vines that you have come to be tangled." Whistle laughed as she nipped at one of the other vines, severing it when it could not be unwound. She paused to consider the filly with a faint tsk, then returned to her work. "After all, they did not seek to harm you, simply went about their way... You have stumbled into their home, not the other way around... And I cannot understand how you got to be in quite such a mess at any rate."
"I know." Daliu sighed. "They're not really stupid, they're just plants... And we both seemed to just be in the wrong place at the wrong time..."
She smiled and shook her leg as Whistle pulled the last of the vines away and she was free, prompting a few prancing steps and a grin. "Thank you again Lady Whistle.."
She spun on her haunches to smile at the mare, head cocked and tail wagging back and forth energetically. "Your assistance is much appreciated, I assure you."
Daliu tilted her head, wondering. "How did you come to be way out here anyway? There's no one around for a good canter... Are you lost?"
Whistle smiled at the filly, nodding faintly. "I am afraid I seem to be so."
"Oh..." Daliu grinned. "No worry there.. I've been lost, but I usually find the best things when I'm lost.. If you aren't lost, how can you find stuff that is, right? So what were you looking for that made you get lost in the first place?"
"My mate..." Whistle replied softly. "He's... Well, one of us is lost, even if we know where we are, we don't know where each other are..."
"Well that's no good." Daliu tsked. "What's he look like? I'll keep an eye out for him when I'm off getting lost and unlost..."
Whistle smiled at the filly and her spunky attitude. Well, what would it hurt? "Alright... Have you a good memory? I'll tell you."
Daliu wriggled excitedly. "A perfect one! Tell me."
***
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Posted: Sun Feb 20, 2011 1:05 pm
'A pleasant enough day...'Whistle sighed, enjoying the peace of little sanctuary she had found for herself.
It was a simple enough retreat, not more than a light gallop away from the land that was swiftly becoming 'home'. The forest had a comforting closeness, the old trees stretching their arms protectively over the teepee that was the home of a young Shaman-Woman. Though outcast, Tashika had a good heart and a way of attracting friends and family to her. She had done just that, gathering a Soquili herd that viewed her as one of their own.
Whistle had more or less joined the little herd, enjoying spending time with the others as much as she did the human woman herself. Daliu had also joined their number, and Whistle had the great pleasure of watching the young foal grow into a beautiful young mare. Yet another of her adopted children, as far as she was concerned. It was nice to have a 'family' again, though she still missed her mate terribly.
But the missing was almost over, or so she kept telling herself. The missing is almost over... She knew it with all of her heart. Ballad would find her, and soon, if her whispers of dreams meant anything at all. In fact, there was not a single night that she didn't dream. And there was not a dream that did not remind her of home, of her family, of him.
Being who and what she was, Whistle had every faith in dreams. It was because of this that she spent more and more time beneath the willow tree. Here she could drowse the day away, lulled to peacefulness by the breeze that stirred the trees and the scent of nearby flowers. Here she could listen to the music of the water, and the various birds and small creatures that visited it. Such pleasant sounds to keep her company as she chased the tendrils of memory through her dreams.
Today was another such day.
She'd wound her way through the willow grove and beyond into the water. Wading through the crystal water, she'd moved to the far side of the river and the lone, bent old willow on a small jut of bank. Bent over the water itself, the ancient tree afforded her a small, dry place to lay beside the water's edge. It took no more than a stretch of her neck to quench her thirst, and her sanctuary was carpeted with thick emerald grass dappled with flowers.
It was there that she lay now, silver hooves tucked beneath her and chin resting on a raised root, her half-lidded eyes dreamily focusing on the water as it flowed by. Brightly colored fish glinted against the rocky bottom, like jewels cast into the clear water. Her thoughts and memories twisted and leapt, dancing in and out of the mist. She still couldn't remember everything, but she knew there were some things she would not know again until faced with her family.
***
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2011 2:44 pm
Once again she curled in her little sanctuary, muzzle to her withers and her forelegs folded daintily beneath her. The black and silver wash of her mane spilled around her, her tail almost trailing into the water that was so near. The rains had swelled the river, pressing it beyond it's usual boundaries. If it stormed so fiercely again, Whistle imagined that her little sanctuary would become the territory of the jewel-bright fish she so enjoyed watching.
Still, those were thoughts for another time. For the moment, she let her eyes close and drifted into sleep... Drifting through her memories.
*
'Do you know that place, between sleep and awake? That's where I'll always love you.'
Even after so long.. Hearing the words she said hurt. Whistle bowed her head and held back a flow of tears, feeling her heartbreak once again at the memory. She was a Dream. A Hope. But a Dream belonging to one individual. She was his, from her first breath to her last. And this life was not an easy one, her past not a story that was completely clear to her. She just knew there were many great obstacles, many difficulties. But she'd triumphed, because she'd had to return to him.
That's why she was here now. She'd been granted a Second Chance, a new life... She'd been spared in a terrible incident that had ravaged her homeland, the same incident that had sent her far away to this new place. It had taken her memories for a time, and even now they were slow to come back.
Now, even she- as a Dream- could have dreams. Or rather, nightmares. Her dreams were of her past, mostly... She was haunted by words of love and endearment to one who was probably dead. That was what had awoken her.. Her final promise to him...
"Do you know that place, between sleep and awake?" She asked. "That place, we first met?"
He nodded, eyes filling with tears, and a small smile flickered over his expression. "Yes.. Of course.."
"That's where I'll always love you..."
*
"STOP IT!" She screamed at her memories, surging to her feet and out of the tangled Dreamland. Closing her eyes and shaking her head as though it would all become mist and float away. However, the mist that had floated over the Lands seemed to magnify her thoughts.. Make them pictures, moving images, living beings... Make it look like he was standing there in front of her once more.
But he's gone... Gone.. Her heart keened.
She hung her head, tears flowing freely down her cheeks to the emerald grass. Stretching slowly, she gave her amethyst form a shake, sending a spray of nearly glowing dew into the dark air.
The soft glow of her markings seemed to have worn off on the water, for she could see it glimmer as it left her pelt, and then splash to the grass, where it lost it's unearthly light. Watching the droplets for a moment, she turned her eyes to the stars, and then back to the grass. Weaving through the curtain of willow leaves, she gazed at the night that had fallen around her.
If he called she was here, she would run to him.. Like they promised.
"Just whistle, and I'll come running... I promise." She echoed, and a single silver tear slid down her dark cheek. "I promise Ballad... I love you."
***
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2011 8:05 pm
"You remember him."
Whistle almost laughed as she lifted her head to consider the dark shape lurking just out of sight. While she stood in the sunlit glade and let the warmth paint her dark coat, Aveshar remained in the shade of the trees and glared at her with narrowed silver eyes and bared teeth.
She hadn't needed to look at him to discern the disgust in his tone. And, annoyance? Hmm, how interesting.
With a serene glance and a flick of her head, she nodded. "Yes, I remember him. Surely you didn't think my forgetting would last long?"
"I suppose it couldn't." Aveshar agreed, stepping through the trees enough that his forequarters were visible. "That would be far to convenient to some."
"You do not know the Fayth as well as I do." Whistle shrugged. "Being the Dark One, you do not understand us at all, I think."
She considered him for a few moments, and then made a disapproving sound. It was a shame that he had become like this, but the time she could have changed this fate was long past... As her memories returned, she realized that as well as many other things.
"And there is nothing that can be done to change that, you are what you are."
"I need no changing, Mother." Aveshar snapped, stomping one hoof to emphasize his words. "And you lack the strength to do so anyway."
Watching him fade back into the woods, she sighed in soft agreement. "Yes, I suppose I do..."
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