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 Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 2:50 pm
 Time does not heal all wounds. Time has continued to pass, but yet my wounds have not healed, much to the enjoyment of those snotty goddesses, mares, and stallions. Bitterness swelled inside the black winged Soquili; all those Soquili laughing at him, staring at him with distain. It had been this way since he had come out of his basket, his black as nigh wings set him apart from his Uni and Kelpi brothers. Zeus was the favorite of the Soquili, while Háidēs was feared because of his deep connection with the dead; this rare connection had made him an outcast from those around him.
The wind billowed his sapphire cape, making it fold and wrap around his muscular body; above his head the sky was growing dark as the sun set in the west. The Angeni stallion stood as still as a statue on a hill overlooking a valley of flowers. In the pale light of the setting sun, he could see that the flowers were a pure white with a hint of yellow: narcissus flowers, the flower of the Underworld. For some reason, the flowers always seemed to calm him and brought the god out of the constant misery that was life. Within the area of the flowers, Háidēs was able to be himself, for he did not have to worry about what was happening in the world around him.
He continued to stand, his chocolate colored gaze locked on the field below until the sun was completely gone and the constellation that the human’s called Orion’s Belt hung over head. Many would say that he leads a very lonesome life, but to Háidēs it was just right; living alone he would not need to hear the constant yammering of the mares with their maws that spew nothing but lies. It was always the same, “Háidēs is not stallion enough to woo a mare,” or “Háidēs rejected the nymphs again, what is wrong with him?” Harmful talk that was meant to jab at him, but instead it only made him stronger. Mental shields were in place and nothing was able to get through the blockade.
Háidēs sighed and took a deep breath in of the fresh crisp night air he was finally alone and his mind was emptied of the thoughts of the vindictive mares. His head was empty except for the calmness of the night and the peacefulness of being alone.
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 5:37 pm
 When pen meets paper, pure magic tends to happen.Stories about mystical worlds or maybe of romance and betrayal. That thought left a bitter taste in Carolina’s mouth and a clump in her thought. The faces of the books lying before her stared naively up at her, and she sent a glare at them instead whilst remembering the past, again. She really needed to get over this.
Earlier Lina had found these books, lying there innocently under a tree, in a narcissus filled meadow that lay under a cliff empty of anyone else but her. She knew them to be books, having overheard her owner talking of them some weeks again and seeing them now she couldn’t really understand their appeal, or why her owner loved them so much. They flapped in the wind the pieces of paper that are called pages scrapped against each other causing a noise similar to leaves rustling. They had little black signs all through out them, with no real logical order. She likened them to the cave symbols she had seen in caves she had found amongst her travels, and she didn’t even know what those had meant!
A breeze swept across the barren meadow, causing the sun brightened grass to rustle, and the tree branches to sway above her head. Curled auburn locks winded around her neck from the wind and bottom of her skirt hit her legs. Purple eyes glanced down at the fluttering pages in the books that were on the grass beneath her. They fascinated her, but caused a frustration at the same time and she still didn’t get why anyone would be excited to read them. Well except her owner…
The calming wind stopped for a moment, before picking up again, more hair began to fly about her hair, and a flower to fall from her hair and land near the books, the petals still waving in the breeze. She counted them again. One, two three, with all but being stacked. The pages of the one she had opened with her hoof was still fluttering madly but all at once the cover shut upon the pages causing the only sound to be heard was the rustling of the leaves.
Rolling her eyes heavenward Lina though of what to do with these tomes of paper. “Perhaps I should go find a two-legger and being it to the books?” She thought aloud. Consequences swept through her mind as she thought of what might happen should she decide to take this course of action. Some other soquili could come along and steal them! Or maybe even a kalona which, she shivered, could eat them. Kalona’s ate books, didn’t they? Another question to ponder at a different time. She had seen kalona’s from afar and they looked frightening and those horns and bat like wings didn’t help. Oh yes, they were frightening. Even she wouldn’t be able to stand up to one, and she had a god damn backbone! Lina shivered again, she would not let these books go into the stomachs of an angry kalona herd!...They traveled in herds didn’t they?
Back to the task at hand. She cocked her head to the side and flicked her tail. Hmm, how was she going to move them if she couldn’t leave them? “One at a time?” No, that would take to long. She eyes all three books and sighed. How did she get into these kinds of situation? Situations where she became a saver of books? Shaking her head and blew her bangs out of her eyes. Help maybe? Blinking her eyes once she recognized what she needed. Even if she couldn’t save all the books, she would save a majority and come back for the other one later.
Making up her mind she scooted all of the books together, in inadvertently knocking the small stack over, with her snout and stepped away looking at the small pile proudly. Now to find some help. Looking around the meadow she couldn’t see anyone. She turned in a circle, before looking up to the cliff. A black figure stood atop it, and it looked humongous. It had wings, since no soquili’s body could look that big. But was it a kalona? Building up her courage, Lina stepped out from under the tree and yelled as loud as she could hoping that the breeze would carry her voice up to the god like figure. “Hey, can you help me!”
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 12:07 pm
Everything was quiet on the wind; it was just how he liked it. He did not have to deal with the nagging of others and the constant looks of distain. Háidēs took a deep breath in of the cool fresh valley air; the scent of flowers below filled his nostrils. Time went by slowly as he stood upon the hill; soon the sound of rustling paper interrupted the silence. His eyes looked down at the valley below; three books were open, pages flapping in the wind. A purple clad mare stood next to them, Háidēs snorted, ‘great, just what I needed.’ His plan was to ignore her, perhaps she would not notice him standing on the cliff face and he would be left alone to his own doings.
It was a shock to him to hear her voice echo through the valley as she called up to him; her voice was sweet and was lacking the contempt that the others always seemed to have lingering in their vocal cords. Háidēs was debating with himself, should he be better than those that shun him and help the purple clad mare in the valley below. Or ignore her and continue on his lonesome ways. He made up his mind, pondering the properties of stones could only keep him entertained for so long, he lied to himself, also helping the mare was the gentlemanly thing to do. Háidēs gave the mare a nod of his muscular head, even though he knew she could not see the tiny movement down in the valley below. Slowly, with careful steps, being sure his cape did not snag on any tree roots or rocks (he did not want a repeat of what happened to him and Callan), Háidēs made his way down to the mare. His descent took him longer than he deemed necessary or liked, but he ignored the feeling. The mare had asked for his help; she could be patient and wait for him to arrive.
As the stallion got closer he started to take in the sight of the mare; she was quite lovely with her brown freckles on her bridge of her nose and cheeks. To his amazement her hair that was long enough to tickle her joints of her two front legs was filled with narcissus that were woven throughout her mane and tail which was trailing behind her on the ground; little specks of green showed were the vines where wrapped around her auburn waves. “You like narcissus?” His voice came out smooth and rich; although it was a tad husky because of its lack of use. Háidēs realized that his question was pointless, but he could not help his mouth speak the words. In a way he was happy, it was rare to find a mare that loved the flower of the Underworld.
Purple seemed to be the color that the mare preferred, since the attire that she was clad in was a purple dress that was long and flowing to the ground behind her back legs. Her eyes matched the color of her dress perfectly. Háidēs found that he could not take his chocolate brown eyes away from hers; her eyes reminded him of Amethyst, the stone of healing, relaxation, and protection. The God found that he was being sucked into her deep purple eyes and found it a little daunting, since he had never had that happen to him before.
Finally he was able to take his gaze away from hers and look down at her hooves; she was holding what appeared to be three leather bound items that contained a papyrus like substance that the two-leggers called paper. The name of the items soon popped into Háidēs head: Books.
“What can I help you with?” He did not bother to add ‘ma’am’ or ‘miss’ to make him seem more polite, it just was not worth it, since he would not be conversing with her for long. The god knew that whatever she wanted help with had to do with the books that laid at her hooves, but he did not know what he was supposed to do with them. He hoped that it would be something simple; Háidēs wanted to do his good deed of the day and leave. ‘Why am I even helping this mare? Won’t she take one look at my black wings and cringe from my sight?’ Háidēs waited for the reaction of the mare as he stretched out his magnificent black wings that he was cursed/blessed with when he was born. The Angeni wondered if she knew him for what he truly was; the Lord of the Dead.
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 7:42 pm
She had called up to him, for she now knew the figure to be a stallion, not knowing if he would help her. The books’ pages continued fluttering amongst themselves, and to her eats it seemed as if they were talking; perhaps about the being coming down from the heavens. Raven wings extended as he came ever closer. Long onyx hair flew behind him and dark haunted eyes gazed upon her as he slowed upon approach. A cape trailed behind him causing him to appear so much larger and ominous. It was like an angel, or maybe a demon, had come from his perch in the heavens to swoop down and help her complete her self anointed mission.
Upon landing, and dramatically extending his wings to their fullest extent, she took in his full features. Sharp angular lines made up his face, skin that seemed like molten caramel sprayed with gold covered his entire body He was magnificent, probably a god, and if he wasn’t he should be made one immediately. Lina felt herself blush, but she couldn’t help but let her violet eyes rove over his bulging muscles that lined his amazing legs, and covered his entire golden body. She felt like a heat wave had slammed into her being making her take a few steps back and almost stumbled over a root from the tree behind her. So lost was she in her gaze that the questions he had asked of her had flown right over her head.
Than it clicked, “I have always enjoyed and thought the narcissus flower to be extraordinarily beautiful. Most do not, since the flower has been said to come from the Underworld.” Lina thought of her grandmother, a withered silver haired soquili that although old, her beautiful sky blue eyes always stayed young. Her grandmother had died with a narcissus in her mouth and much needed advice that although Lina would never ask for it, her grandmother always knew when to give it. ‘Bambina, never fear death. You must understand that the fear of death is much worse than death itself.’ She shook her head, letting the memory fade away. Merda, I miss her. “I have chosen to accept death, for really it can’t be that bad.” She whispered. She gave him a small smile, a smile filled with warmth and love for the grandmother that she had lost.
“Anyways, what I need your help with, sir, is that I have found these books that need to be moved. The options are 1. Bring them to my two-legger friend, or 2. Hide them very well so that a kalona or some other type of horrible creature can’t find them whilst I go and get my two-legger. These are the only options I have come up with, but if you can think of anything else, please tell me.” She continued eye raping him for a moment more as she awaited his answer, when she realized that she had never even thanked him for flying down here to help her. “And thank you,” she paused, “for coming down here to help me. I wouldn’t have been able to do this by myself.” She gave him a large grin, and flicked her ears in his direction as she waited for his response.
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 9:49 pm
Her gaze would not leave him; her deep purple eyes locked on to his and would not let him go. If the God did not know better, he would say that he was drowning in the purple ocean of her gaze. Never before had he felt anything like it before; Háidēs had a moment of uncertainty. Who was this mare to make him feel this way?
The mare’s response to his question about the narcissus flower both surprised and pleased him; he half expected her to have a blank look and say something along the lines that they were pretty flowers, so they deserved a spot on her head. The words would be spoken like it is an honor for them to be worn on her (he has a very low view of mares). But no, the purple mare in front of him actually knew of the flower and how it was the flower of the Underworld.
“You know much for one so young. How is it that you, unlike so many others, know that the Narcissus is the flower of the Underworld?”
He had guessed what she wanted him to do, but he could not believe his ears. She actually believed that a kolana would want to destroy the bundle of pages that lie at her hooves. It was great skill that kept him from snickering or sneering at the mare. Be nice. Be nice. Good deed of the day. Only have to deal with a breathing creature for a little while longer.
Caramel colored ears twitched as he remembered her use of the word ‘Sir’. She was being polite when he clearly was not; he still would not call the young mare in front of him a ma’am.
“I do not have any solutions for your book problem. But since you have ask for my help and I have to oblige,” Even though it is grudgingly on my part, “I will carry one on my back; it will be held in place by my wings, and the other I will carry in my mouth. You will take the last.”
In the trees beyond birds sang, as the Lord of the Dead paused for a moment, the mare clad in purple was still intently staring at him; there was no disgust on her face, but an emotion that the God did not recognize. It was a look he had never seen directed at him from a mare or any living creature for that matter.
“Why are you thanking me? I have done nothing to deserve the thanks you give.”
Again the God of the Underworld locked gazes with the mare, his chocolate brown ones meeting her cool amethyst ones. There was something different about the mare standing before him. The way she held herself with confidence and maturity; her belief in what she was doing never seemed to waver. Then the realization donned on him. It was so clear, that he was wondering why he had not noticed it before. She had not turned away from him in revulsion.
Chocolate brown eyes opened wide as he looked at the mare, “Why have you not run? Why is your voice not filled with loathing? Who are you?” The words left his mouth before he could stop them; he winced and shook his head, causing his long black bangs to cover his eyes. “Please forget I just said anything. Which direction is your two-legger located?”
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Posted: Mon Jul 12, 2010 3:06 pm
He seemed extremely uncomfortable around her, or at least it looked that he was. She couldn’t really tell as he appeared closed off almost like he didn’t like her. Well, she would just have to show him how nice she was. Or at least that was her plan until he called her young. She felt her eyelids narrow and a glare ensued. “I am not young! Who do you think you are?! You don’t even know me enough to say something like that.” She turned away from him, her chest heaving as she attempted to quiet her anger. The question that he had asked her left her mind as soon as he said the word young came out of his mouth. Taking a deep breath and holding it before slowly letting it out she looked over at him, in all his menacing glory. “My grandmother told me of the forgotten flower of the underworld before she passed. Ever since then I have worn it in memory of her.” Lina continued on, “That was many years ago.” She stressed the many so that he got the message that she was not as young as she looked or seemed, and that he shouldn’t judge other like that.
Lina let her anger leave her eyes and just stared at him a bit longer. She saw that emotions fly across his face as fast as lightning. Disbelief, perhaps to her idea of saving the books that lay so very innocently at their feet. Trying to save these books was not something to laugh at! She wanted to save these books because perhaps the help important information! They mattered. The pages fluttered in agreement.
He felt reluctant to help her on this quest, she could just tell. While he had explained how they would transfer the books, he looked as if in pain, maybe because he would have to be in her presence a little longer than he wanted to. That made Lina almost turn down his help so that he could go on his way. She didn’t want to hold anyone here that didn’t want to be. But she really needed his help, and with his gorgeous onyx wings they would get these books to a safer place much faster.
“I thanked you because you came to help me, and you didn’t have to. And for that I am very grateful.” She slipped a grin on her face before she turned her head away from him, her auburn hair shielding her gaze from him. He had responded to her, had come to her aide. Maybe she was taking his dislike too personally; maybe he just didn’t like horses with her hair color. Or maybe he just doesn’t like me…
Shaking her head to get rid of her meandering thoughts she got back to the task at hand. Lina leaned down to get one of the books, the thickest one since he was going to be carrying two. She didn’t want to have him weighed down and think bad of her because she took the lightest one. He might not like her but upon seeing him come from the sky like a dark angel she had taken an extreme liking to him. His personality could use a bit of an improvement, but maybe he just needed to talk to her more.
As her lips touched the cover, he asked his many questions. “You seem like a good guy, and all that you have done to me so far is help me. You don’t deserve loathing of any kind.” She gave him a true smile this time, one that made her amethyst sparkle. Her skirt ruffled in the light breeze, which caused one of her many flowers to fall from her hair and float to the ground. “My two-legger is not far,” she nodded her head toward a cluster of trees that made up the forest that were closest to the mountains, “she lives in the forest. Shall be go?” Lina picked up the tome and gave him a strained smile, and waited for him to get his books.
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 4:18 pm
Why was she being so nice to him? All of his movements showed his distaste for the situation; it was clearly evident that he would rather be any other place than besides the mare. The feelings that he was having for the purple mare were not helping the situation, it made his distrust the mare more and more. Feelings like this were only just ephemeral occurrences, once she was out of his sight, he would forget all about the beautiful mare with the amethyst eyes. He would forget how her auburn mane was filled with narcissus and now that sweet smell of the Under World flower always seemed to follow her. Háidēs shook himself, why was he having these dreams about the mare that he did not even know; it was like he was some infatuated filly. ‘These are strange emotions raging inside of me. Half of me wants to wrap my wings around her, while the other part wants to run and flee. Who is this purple mare that is causing me to feel an emotion that I had never believed I would feel in my lonesome life?’ He wanted to glare at the mare for the feelings, but that would only scare her off. That was what he wanted right? No. It was quite the opposite. ‘Damn it all to Tartarus!’ Somehow, without the mare knowing, she had captured the attention of the Lord of the Underworld.
The mare was saying something; Háidēs turned his attention outward to hear what she was saying. He only grunted in reply, and looked down at the two remaining books that rested on the ground. He noticed that the mare had picked the largest of the three. Deep down he wanted to argue with her and take the heaver book away from her and carry it himself, but he kept silent. The mare seemed to have her reasons for picking the book she did.
Háidēs’ chocolate brown eyes opened wide in shock, she believe that he was a good guy? Situations ran through the God’s head, perhaps the mare had some brain issues? Was that why she believed that he was good and did not deserve the loathing any other sane soquili would have bestowed upon him? “You do not know me; for all you know this could be a façade.” Háidēs looked away, hiding the pain in his eyes, he would not let the mare see him weak. He nodded his head to the mare and picked up the remaining books, setting the first one on his back where his thick black wings protected the leather bound papyrus. He then took the other book, the smallest of the three, in his mouth and followed the mare deeper into the woods.
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Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2010 12:31 pm
She continued walking as she mulled over what he had said before he picked up the book and effectively ended the conversation. Could what he said be true? That what he was portraying was something different from what he really was? She glanced back at him, and flicked her tail at the thought, dispelling it from her mind. If it was true, he wouldn’t have come to help her. That was all that there was to it. You can’t fool me, if you really were lying, I would know. She turned her head so that she was looking straight ahead, hoping that he hadn’t noticed her staring at him.
His true nature was kind and warm; Lina knew it had to be. Someone mean and cruel wouldn’t have come all the way from a cliff to help her with books just to be an a*****e, because really, that made sense. If he was truly like that, he would have laughed at her for this quest and would have stepped on them. He would have been like one of the mean Soquili that she was trying to save the books from. Her brain was exploding with ideas and it felt like it would explode any moment, the thoughts falling from her head to be laid upon the ground for him and the world to see! She felt the need to prove to him that he was the good stallion she could see. She just didn’t know why he felt he wasn’t good, but she desperately wanted to find out.
Her hooves padded softly on the forest floor as she let her amethyst hued eyes search the trees, seeing through those trees and to the next, looking for the teepee that was hidden there. It was always like this, difficult to find because it was so hidden. Lina often got lost just searching for the stupid teepee, and she always became frustrated upon finding it that she left the forest in a hurry only to realize that she would have to find it again.
So distracted she was that her left front hoof had her tripping over an upturned root and almost falling. She squealed around the book in her mouth as she attempted to catch herself. Before the book and her nose met the dirt, her other front hoof caught her and she quickly righted herself. Pink filled her cheeks as she grinned sheepishly around the tome that resided in her mouth. “Shorry.” She muttered around the book while looking at the Angeni behind her, who had just witnessed everything. She blush got warmer and she quickly turned her head away from him to continue on the journey to the hidden teepee.
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Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2010 4:20 pm
Conversation faded into silence as the two Soquili walked through the thick woods searching for the purple mare’s friend’s teepee; for all Háidēs knew, the two of them were wandering in circles. He kept his chocolate brown eyes locked on the head of the mare in front of him; he desperately wished that he had the ability to read minds. What was she thinking? Was she planning on ditching him in the woods and going her separate way? No. She would not do that… would she? He did not even know her name, and yet he was feeling himself drawn to her; to her smile, to the color of her lovely eyes, to the sound of her voice…
Deeper and deeper the god sunk into his own thoughts only to be brought out of them when he noticed her fall forward in a very unlady like manner. Right before her nose met dirt, her other leg balanced her out. Háidēs let out a sigh of relief that the kind book loving mare was okay. The god also berated himself on not being quick enough to prevent the mare from falling. Her sorry came out in a muffled jumble because of the thick book still contained in her mouth, then Háidēs watched as she noticed that he had saw it all. The stumble and the quick save, it caused a cute soft blush to cover her freckled cheeks.
In a single file line, the two Soquili continued on their way deeper and deeper into the forest. Did the mare even know where she was going or was thing going to be a wild teepee chase? Time seemed to stand still as the two headed in the direction of the teepee. How much longer until they reached the teepee? Háidēs wished that it would be longer than it should; just a few minutes more with the mare before he never saw her again.
‘Should I ask for her name? No. That would create attachment, and I do not need that. She is a mare for Elysia’s Sake! Mare’s are two faced and more vicious than skinwalkers. You live a life of a lone Soquili, not held down by anyone.” More and more excuses filled the god’s head as he was thinking of all the reasons why it would not be a good idea to stay near the mare. As he walked behind the purple clad mare, Háidēs continued to attempt to talk himself out of his new found emotional situation and was failing. The stallion paused as the realization hit him, he did not want to be alone.
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 7:03 pm
Lina did not want to admit this, especially to the stallion behind her, but she was lost. The forest was dense and all the trees were beginning to look like, well, trees. She really needed to start leaving trails or markings from which she could then locate the correct path. She peeked behind to see him still trailing after her, not really looking at anything but just silently following after. He seemed deep in thought so maybe he hadn’t noticed that they didn’t really seem to be getting anywhere.
The books did nothing to aide the quiet tension surrounding them. As time passed and they didn’t seem any closer to her destination she finally turned to look at him and stopped. Even amidst the trees as they were she could still see the shadows growing as the sun slowly began its descent. Thinking that now was probably best to tell him that she had been lost for quite some time.
“I am afraid I am lost.” She admitted with a sheepish smile and a light blush staining her cheeks. Looking away from him she again tried to spy any sign of a teepee between the trunks of the tall trees. “I’m not quite sure what to do…” She murmured to herself.
(Mine is super short, my bad xD)
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