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 Posted: Sat Aug 22, 2009 3:42 pm
The forest was quiet. It was always quiet. It's inhabitants were not of the outgoing sort. At least, not this particular resident. She moved through the dreams of others, a mysterious visitor that was there and gone again as soon as daylight broke. No one believed her to be real. There was never a significance to her visit. Her people were a legend. They didn't exist.
Or did they?
That question in and of itself had plagued the creature for years upon years. She had searched dream after dream for some sign, some hope of finding the others. But still, here she was, alone in a quiet forest.
There was of course, life everywhere. Lush vegetation, the song of the nightbirds and insects, a cool breeze. Never would she live in an empty place, but it had been a long time since she had heard a voice like her own, seen another like herself. Or even another at all. The younglings did not often venture here.
Still, on this warm, breezy night, the starry unitaur hoped that she might, by some chance, gain some company.
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Posted: Sat Aug 22, 2009 8:24 pm
"Mmm.. this air sure is clear." a rugged Aussie tinted voice sighed happily.
Cloven coal hooves paced lightly along the low grass, a quiet hiss each time his leg's grazed along the ground.
The warm air reminded him of home.
Inhaling deeply, he closed his eye's and paused.
Leaning his head back he could taste the breeze on the back of his throat.
It's whisper tickled past his ear's, causing them to flicker.
They laid back behind his antler's, a content grin curled along his face.
Mango eye's slowly peeled open to take in the dark coated night.
As the male walked, he seemed un aware or caring of his surroundings.
His broad chest stretched and flexed as his arm's folded behind his head.
Rough bang's covered part's of his eye's, shielding them of the ability to fully see.
But it didn't seem to bother him.
The night was just too perfect for him to care about anything.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 1:32 am
 Every notch the sun had fallen down the sky had put Lindblum increasingly on edge as he walked through the forest, for the more the light faded, the more the trees around him seemed to rear up on their roots, until he was completely lost in their shadows.
'Why didn't I stay at the inn?' was the question he'd been bludgeoning himself with for the last hour or so. 'There was song, and drink, and merriment! ...Well, maybe a little too much drink and merriment,' he thought as he recalled the last time he'd stayed at such an inn and been unable to refuse a drink or two amidst all of the festivities. 'No, alcohol and magic do not mix well, it's just best to avoid the temptation.' And he shuddered at the thought of nearly giving up his disguise for a second time. For nobody need know that the young centaur with the teal hair and crimson hand traveling the country side was actually a unitaur.
Except perhaps another unitaur, of course, for finding others of his kind was the very reason he'd left his home by the sea. His perfect little cave by the sea, with his beautiful, secluded little cove, and the fresh sea air, carrying with it the scent of salty sea waves as far back as the horizon, and further, on and on into that seemingly endless expanse of calmly churning blue and white. And now he was in a dark, clustered forest where every little thing seemed to cling, and stare, and rustle, and obscure his path, without any salty sea wind or the sound of the waves to sooth him.
But tonight he'd caught something else on the wind, and even just the slightest whisper of a bit of magic at all similar to his own was enough to entice him to trade his perfect beach for a forest, or even a jungle, if it meant encountering another of his own kind.
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 8:34 pm
For the cervitaur the night would remain just so. Perfect and peaceful with a soft breeze that caressed his skin, dancing along the tips of his antlers and through the layers of heavy fur. However, were he to pay close attention, he might just catch the feeling of something. Something just out of reach, as a name on the tip of your tongue. Elusive, taunting him, a curious mystery just waiting to be unraveled.
For Lind, however, who could sense the touch of magic, there would be just a whisper of her presence on the air. Just a subtle layer of dreams that permeated the forest, as if it were home to something long forgotten, remembered only in the slumbering mind. To him it would suggest that his suspicions may have just been right, and that he was not alone.
But their company so far remained hidden, keeping to the darker recesses of the forest where her starry coat would blend in, and keep her hidden from all but the keen-sighted. One hand brushed away strands of snowy white, and a silvery blue horn glinted in the moonlight, a split-second flicker of light.
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 12:13 pm
The night's companion's of nocturnal creature's made their presence known as the hardy male made his way through the dense forest.
Myserious night crawlers all chirping, twittering, murring. Almost in a rhythmic consistancy.
A soft waft of some sort of sweet delicacy tickled past his nose, causing his ears to perk up, and a brow to crook upwards.
The smell began to lay on the back of his mouth, like a soft film.
A delicious honey scent. Probably from a stray honeysuckle that bloomed late.
Smirking, the citrus dyed Cervitaur blinked in a dazed expression, as if he were completly relaxed and unerved in the slightest.
As a second breeze sighed by, barely disterbing the peaceful night, his keen sense of smell caught an intruging auroma.
Not only that, but some sort of strang awareness seemed to pique him, causing his ear's to dart upwards.
His body paused, a strange sensation sort of numbing along his backside.
Swiveling his ear's slowly, he blinked in each direction.
His once calm demenour was replaced by his more alert state.
A chill scampered down his long spine to end at his little tail which flickered.
He wasn't sure how to place what he was feeling or what was going on.
It was quite odd, quite odd indeed.
Fear wasn't what he was feeling, nor caution
More so like intrest and curiousity.
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2009 2:54 am
"I will surely get lost in here, and that will be the last anyone will hear of me!" Lind muttered to himself, bemoaning the complete lack of a trail to follow. 'If I could find my way to a river...' Even finding a river would be a small consolation, as they were nowhere near as soothing as the ocean, in his mind, but any flowing water would be a welcome sight at this point. Not to mention, it would give him a clear path to follow through this horrible mess of trees.
Reaching down, he lifted the waterskin around his waist and swirled the water inside about, enjoying the feel of the water splashing around through the thin layer of skin. His mind seemed to slip into a subconscious stream of magic, and he felt the water in the pouch pull on his tingling hand towards some sort of unseen magnet, some entity that was itself flowing within the magnetic field of the earth.
Lindblum didn't question these occurrences when his magic seemed to activate on his own, but simply went with it. Being largely self-taught, he knew he still had much to learn, and thus was incredibly grateful to have stumbled upon a new bit of magic in his time of need. Could it have been sparked by another unitaur's magic? He could only hope!
Soon enough, he could hear the sound of flowing water, and found himself moving deeper into the forest at a much faster pace than before. Brushing some branches away, he revealed not a river, but a mere brook, although he could not complain. Being able to stand in the water without being swept off into the night to who knows where and feel the cool water flow over his hooves was a sorely needed comfort. It was so relaxing, in fact, that he stood there for perhaps too long, all the while not realizing that his reflection, were it visible, would not have shown a teal-haired centaur boy, but a full-fledged unitaur, seemingly lost in a trance against a clear night sky.
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2009 6:26 am
((My apologies for taking so long to post, I've been kind of negligent. >_>))
It was indeed possible that the magic of another might have sparked this strange awakening of Lindblum's own talents. The dark unitaur, for all her hiding, had long desired to see another of her kind. Thus, on the far bank of the small brook, hovering amidst the darkness of the trees, the glinting of a silver horn could be seen.
Keely waited in silence with one hoof pawing nervously at the ground. Should she approach? Or merely watch as this other creature, perhaps younger than herself, perhaps older, stood in such peace, forgetting his disguise in the serenity of the small babbling brook. She hardly knew what to do, knew nothing of what to say.
It had been years, perhaps centuries, since she had seen another of her kind beyond Lysander, and even he had departed to..well, she wasn't sure. The unitaur could not say she didn't miss her companion, the day to her night. The waking life to her dreams.
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2009 6:01 pm
Well, this was just like Keely, now wasn’t it? Hiding in the shadows and pretending to be oh-so-mysterious, all stars and silver moonlight. Lysander, however, was not. The male unitaur had been… away for a while, mostly traveling for the sake of traveling and, perhaps, hoping to find another unitaur besides Keely. She was great and all, but he needed his personal space. But that time had passed and he was pleased to be home. Disdaining the shadowy habits of his kind, he preferred to walk in the open, every movement heralded by a snapping branch or a crackling leaf.
Ok, that wasn’t totally intentional. He just couldn’t move silently, especially when he was trying to hop along on three legs. “Oh for the love of… I think I’ve stepped in something rural,” he muttered, mostly to himself as he tried to twist himself so he could see his hind foot and, presumably, what he had stepped in. This produced a rather odd gait, and one that was not conducive to being quiet at all. “Honestly, that’s why I can’t stand this place sometimes…”
Lysander shook off his hoof a few times, trying to get all of the… gunk out of it, hoping to be at least somewhat presentable before he found Keely. It would just be silly to find her now! Of course, with his luck, she would indeed find him now. Or the other way around. With this in mind, he made his way towards a location he knew well: a small brook, just the place to try and wash himself off in before meeting destiny, or at least an old friend.
Completely ignoring conventional wisdom, which demanded that unitaurs move as secretly and silently as possible, he made his way towards the brook, offering the young male centaur a brief nod. “Excuse me,” he said simply, as if it was the most natural thing in the world for a unitaur to stop by. “I say, this place really is more crowded than I remember!”
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 8:51 am
Though curiousity was a tempting reason to investigate, Vladamir went no further. For his antlers were starting have an antsy sensation. Grumbling, not in anger, but in a "comfy" manner, the bulky Cervi tipped his head to place his headdress against the nearby coniferous tree. Rubbing the long twisted antlers along the dry bark, a satisfied smile curled along his chiseled jaw. It was getting to be later into the season's, and sooner or later they would retire for the year.
Crackling and snapping was sounding around him from the cause of another. Alert ears flipped up like radars, along with his head, as he blinked about to see if he could hone in on any nearby company. And so he did. Flicking an ear of stray bark that had sprinkled onto it, Vladamir too gave the typical male head nod to the Unitaur before him. Showing no suprise, or realization perhaps, towards the sky adorned stranger, Vladamir itched behind his ear, "I wouldn't know, mate. I don't realleh go around 'ere much." he admitted.
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