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 Posted: Sun Aug 01, 2010 12:20 am
The tree before her stood tall and proud, limbs reaching skyward as though attempting to catch the clouds and hold them forever in its grasp. Her eyes gazed unwaveringly up into the canopy as the sun sent its rays scattering through leaves the same hue as her irises. The gentle breeze making its way around her caused the bows to dip and wave as though they were dancing. The movements caused her to sway along subconsciously, her wings unfolding from her back and spreading as though in preparation for flight. Closing her eyes she listened to the gentle whispering of the wind, enticing her to lift off of the ground and allow it to carry her far from here. She had yet to learn to fly but every fiber of her being called to the sky and the clouds beckoned her to join them in their slow and graceful movement.
In this state she hardly noticed that she had once again managed to become separated from her protector. Normally she would be glued to her brother’s side, expecting him to keep her from harm’s way. It wasn’t as though she were defenseless or anything but she preferred not to fight or hurt others. Her grandfather, father and mother had taught her how to defend herself as well as many others from her family but she never found her blood to boil as did the others. Whenever her grandfather wanted her to kick out at him she felt a small piece of her tearing away, it was causing pain and she hated it. Tears would come to her eyes as her brother kicked out at their father willingly and Alexiel would wince. She didn’t want to see anyone in pain, be it physical or emotional. In a world where everyone must have good within them and a heart violence was not needed, she was scolded on many occasions for this idealistic folly. Her family still cherished her of course, but they worried she would find herself in a not so idealistic scenario in which she would refuse to defend herself. Perhaps that was the truth…
The wind once again grabbed at her attention and she found herself allowing her hooves to move in the direction the current of air would have taken her had she been up in the sky. Her eyes were still closed but she was confident in the knowledge that her body would react naturally to the surroundings. A moment later the breeze calmed and she came to a stop. Slowly opening her eyes she found herself standing on the top of a hill, gazing out over a large clearing. The wind picked up once again and gently tousled her hair as a loved one would when feeling playful. Just another example of how life was a wondrous gift bestowed upon her and the others around her. Her eyes once again closed as she became enveloped in the gusts, her hair whipping about and her wings spread, longing for flight.
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 10:57 am
 Necro sighed his eyelids shut over his eyes, he had paused in his slow movements only for a moment to feel the wind. His long wavy hair danced in the breeze like roaring fire. His horribly wounded wings opened up, letting the last tuff of dusty gray feathers at the end of the bone flare in the wind, some even broke off drifting off wildly with their first taste of flight in a long time. And just for a moment he remember what it was last soaring in the clouds, being able to move his body with such grace that a human dancer would be jealous of. So wild, so carefree, so much at peace. And it was so gone. A heavy sigh passed through his bloody lips, splattering droplets of blood on the ground.
Once long ago he was able to do such a wonderful thing as fly like a bird. But then he was cursed, everything he knew token from him in a matter of a night. When he had woken up, and dug himself out of the grave he was put in. He could no longer remember anything, who he was, his past, how to talk, how to fly, how to walk. Everything that he had once known, gone. Slowly he had to relearn by himself like a new born foal. But it wasn't long before his feathers started to fall out, like any normal bird's wings do. Only, his were different now. They could no longer grow the feathers that allowed him to soar, and it was all too soon before he had lost so many that he wasn't able to carry his heavy weight off the ground. It was like his heart had been ripped from his chest, though Necro by that time had been expecting it for a while. But even with time to come to terms with it the loss of his wings felt like...losing a best friend in a way. Strange some might say, but eh. Necro was not your normal stallion so it was not shocking that he had strange feelings.
He slowly opened his eyelids again when he felt the warm summer gusts of wind die down, he showed his glowing white eyes that were like an abyss of light. His bleeding mouth was pulled back into a tight frown as the dark stallion flicked his head back, making his mop of greasy ink black hair fall out of his face. He had always hated his hair, it was always so troublesome! Often getting caught on things, or blocking all of his view if the wind blew wrong.
His frown only deepen when he toke a few lumbering steps forward. He paused only to fold what he had left of his wings into his side, the tips of his last feathers burying themselves into his gaping wound. With his bony wings tightly in place Necro started his slow journey again. His white eyes locked on the vanilla colored figure standing by the large tree. It's body stood out from the browning plants around it. Even from a distance Necro could tell it was not an adult, but he couldn't quite place if it was one of those mini horses he'd heard about, or if it was a foal away from his parents. Still, there was no wrong in looking, yes? Well that is in less he scared the poor thing half to death before they ran away. Which...he'd done once or twice since being cursed. "Hello, little one." He said once he was close enough to the being to tell that it was not a mini horse, but a foal.
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2010 11:58 pm
The whisper of the breeze suddenly turned into the voice of another and Lumriel found herself inhaling sharply at the surprise. Her stomach began to develop into a tight knot at the thought of confronting another; she was always afraid they would laugh at her or see her as something worthless. Her entire family would remind her of how her worries remained unfounded but she couldn’t help the feeling that came over he when one wished to converse with her. In the back of her mind she heard her brother’s strong voice echoing throughout her skull, telling her to turn and speak. It would be very impolite to ignore a stranger and that was something that was unacceptable in her family. Her eyes opened slowly and she hardly took notice of the winds dying down around them. She turned slowly and gracefully her eyes following as her body turned to face the source of the greeting.
Her muscles locked and it felt as though the breath had been knocked out of her as she gazed upon the dark stallion before her. Glowing white eyes gazed down on her, piercing her soul though they were vague. The sight of the blood covering most of his body caused her chest to tighten and her mind to draw a complete blank. Cold fingers clawed up and down her spine as she looked upon his tattered wings, but mostly the gaping hole in his side drew her attention. She was incapable of blinking as shock took her and caused her to tremble ever so slightly. Run! Turn around and go! Monster! Creature! Words bounced around in her head but none seemed to make sense anymore. Everything was becoming blurry when the gentle caress of the breeze upon her wings lent her strength. Her chest freed up, allowing breath to inflate her frozen lungs.
Feeling a bit less frightened she looked upon him once again, he was neither monster nor evil creature. Had he wanted to injure her he had plenty of opportunities to do so while her guard was down. There had to be a reason he looked the way he did, an awful reason that deserved understanding and sympathy as opposed to terror and hatred. Suddenly any urge to escape was leeched from her body and pulled into the earth below her hooves. Tears pricked at the corner of her emerald eyes as she began to wonder if he was in pain. She hated seeing others hurting; it angered her to think that someone could be so cruel. Why? What purpose did this mauling have? It took her a moment before she was able to push the lump within her throat down and get to a point where she could talk. “Are you alright?” Was the only thing her young mind could form into words. If he was in pain he would surely need help, she didn’t know who or how she would get it but she would try. Her grandmother had told her to always care for others; she had taken this and made it a part of her. She would believe there was good in everyone and everything and that everyone deserved a second chance.
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