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 Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 9:45 pm
 Dusk; the time that day met night and families of creatures began settling down, while others awoke and began to hunt. The grasses of the plains became gray along with the sky, and the forest’s silhouette became a black lump in the distance. The border of the plains and forest, the edge as some called it, held an interesting magic at dusk. As the shadows of the trees and grasses stretched to meet each other, beautiful white flowers bloomed in a straight line as if to signify the border line between the two terrains. These flowers were the only type of flora that the white horse who wandered the plains found to be beautiful, he had planted them there himself. Were any horse’s foul hooves to trample those flowers, he would allow his perfectly white coat to become bloodstained. The Native humans had learned the same lesson; one of their younger ones had been kicked in the stomach for picking a flower.
Said guardian of those flowers, the white horse who wandered the plains, Ritalin, was lying nearby the border line. He watched them slowly come into bloom, and with a contented sigh, he rose onto his four feet and stepped over the border into the forest. He preferred the forest at night, or the part that was near the border in any case. He had a clear view of his plains there, a place where he could watch for any interlopers that might ugly his land. His stark white sharply contrasted the shadow of the tree he was standing under, making him appear as a ghost; a spirit of the border line that was set to protect the land.
“Haha, how lame. Ghosts and death are ugly.”
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Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2010 11:33 am
One figure in particular was thankful for the darkness of the shadows -- while parts of her stood out in the darkness of the forest, the shadows that pooled at her feet spread in the encroaching darkness, no longer depending on her for survival as she wandered, using them as camouflage in the darkness of night, white eyes glowing softly to light the path as they traveled -- they did not glow for her 'other' half.
However, a voice perked her interest at the edge of the forest, the shadows wrapping tighter around her like a cloak as she moved towards the sound. Spotting the stallion, she tilted her head to one side, unsure as to whether to intrude on his self contemplation. Eventually she decided it was best to comment on his words, alerting him to her presence with a chuckle, still part of the way hidden in the shadows, "Death can be an ugly thing -- even the trappings frighten the weak of heart. However, it also can bring peace and rebirth -- winter is indeed the death of the world, but it ends born anew.."
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Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2010 7:41 pm
A chuckle broke the silence. Ritalin whipped his body around to find the one guilty of making the sound. At first, he saw nothing, but then the voice spoke. It spoke of death being rebirth and peace. It used an analogy, comparing death to winter and rebirth to spring. Yet winter was beautiful, it brought the snow that he so brilliantly reflected. One mare had once said that when the snow came, Ritalin was eternal. That mare was now lost to the devices of some fiend who thought himself a cat from some foreign country.
"And yet the birth process is ugly and detestable. All the blood and screaming, you think that peaceful? Revel yourself, 'lest you be a figment of my downturned imagination." He could see multiple pairs of white eyes, and one pair of red. What were they, and what did they belong to- his demons, perhaps? His mind was still muddled and confused from his encounter with the cat, and now would be the perfect time for his insecurities to appear before him like this. They would tell him he was pathetic and ugly for losing the mare, and would make him ugly like all those around him. He deserved nothing less.
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 7:29 am
Jolon chuckled again, "I never said it was a pleasant experience, but a necessary one. Winter is peace, calm, and beautiful, and spring brings its own, but it is like the dance of flames..."
The shadowy mare stepped lightly from the woods, her head dipping slightly as one of her shadows rose to adjust the flowers in her hair, "A little brings light and beauty to the world, while if there isn't a balance, it will be too much and bring charred destruction..." She pondered a bit, looking off into the distance, "The trick is... Balance. Darkness only makes the shine brighter, and the light makes the shadows deepen..."
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Posted: Sat Apr 10, 2010 12:14 am
“Flames… “ Ritalin hadn’t thought of spring in such a way; flames. It was an interesting and intriguing perspective that Ritalin would spend many a night pondering, trying to warp his vision to fit into that perspective. Would it ever? Only time would tell.
Ritalin was relieved to see that the voice actually did belong to something physical; a mare. A stump grew from her lower back, and small clumps of shadows swarmed around her feet. She spoke of balance, a concept that her appearance reflected like a spotless mirror. Ritalin couldn’t help but stare at this mare. She was beautiful in a warped and twisted way, but a way that made sense to him. “I’ve seen what happens without balance…it’s not a very beautiful thing. Horses who think they’re cats…mares who take herbs…it’s truly disgusting. Have you ever met a Soquili that lacked balance?”
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Posted: Mon May 17, 2010 1:03 pm
Silently, she responded with only a smile.
There was a long pause as she peered into the distance, eyes faintly glowing, the faint white shine of her eyes only pausing as she blinked, which was far too rare. Eventually she responded with voice as well, "Balance is often... A Matter of opinion.." She turned her gaze back on him, dipping her head in a nod, "Imbalance is far more common then most understand."
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 9:47 pm
Ritalin gave this strange mare a very queer look. He was beginning to, again, wonder if this was real at all. She seemed real enough, though fake all the same. Another one of those balance things...
He looked off to the side in response to her remark. All too common? Was he off balance? Surely he was... "But the common aren't beautiful,." He whispered, hardening his gaze.
"Tell me, shadow, how do I become balanced? You seem to know all about the yin and yang of this world."
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