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 Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 7:12 pm
It looked like rain, and felt it too. Dark clouds hung thick and oppressive, blocking out the bright light of the afternoon sun. Sah paused as she left the treeline to see the extent to which the sky was darkened, frowning ever so slightly. It was going to do more than rain, it seemed, it was going to storm. The air was thick and still, birdsong had faded, and though nightfall was far off yet the light had dimmed considerably. This was not a rain to ignore, not a windy afternoon to tolerate, this was probably something that would be best avoided.
The mare’s tail flicked, perhaps at an imaginary fly, and she surveyed her surroundings intently. She was a traveler, not from here, and so while those who lived in this place might know the hiding spots and shelters, well, she didn’t. No matter, she would make do. If she couldn’t do something as simple as waiting out a storm, then she probably deserved to be drowned in it. To each their own well-being after all. Certainly she wouldn’t reach out to some stupid stranger, so why should anyone look twice at her situation? They wouldn’t, of course, not without some secret gain of theirs to be had. If they were keeping secrets, then it was safe to say she probably didn’t want their help anyway.
She looked after herself. No one else. It was more efficient that way, and very few lingered long in her presence when she failed to be all soft and gushy at them. Please. Such behavior was embarrassing to watch, she’d have no part in it. She’d move on when asked to, and go where her hooves took her. Was it not right to expect that others do the same? Thus far none had managed to prove otherwise to her.
Ah, there. Sah’s long ears pricked forward in interest as her cold eyes fell on a crevice in the stony hillside. Further investigation proved it to be the mouth of a decently sized cave, shallow but certainly preferable to being out in the elements for this particular storm. Easing through the crack was more difficult, it was long enough that the shelter it hid was almost as well lit as the outside world, but it was narrow for a fully-grown mare, even one who looked as slender as she did. It was a good find indeed, and would certainly serve until the storm had passed. As the wind began to rise, Sah settled down to wait it out. Patience was hardly something that she lacked.
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 8:39 pm
 It was so strange walking the land, continuing to hear the spirits that constantly reminded him of home and yet knowing he could never return. In truth, it did sadden him, but sadness was not an emotion he’d ever admit to feeling, even to himself. There was no room for it in the world, and it had very little purpose except to be a potential source of entertainment for someone else. He’d be loathed to allow anyone to use that against him, but his training growing up in his land made him a worthy adversary in the game of wit and twisting the ideas of others, easily keeping everyone away. Alas, it was easy to believe him to be a ‘troubled’ sort of fella with some of his traits as they were, but he was still far from it. It amused him to pick at other people and occasionally their faults. His own were hardly ever in mind, and he was perfectly fine with keeping it that way.
Argyris was lucky enough that no one knew of him in this land so he could pretend to be anyone he wanted, an endearing sweetheart, an oblivious creature, or anything really. No one knew his motives here. Even he didn’t wholly have an idea of his motives, and it wasn’t quite his style to lay out a long-term scheme to really mess with others. It lost its appeal if it became a commitment after all.
Lost in his thoughts he was as he moved through the trees, careful not to catch a root with his hoof on his way. He tossed his mane after moving through a somewhat tight spot with leaves everywhere, and in that moment while he had one of his ears tilting upward, he finally heard it. A pitter-patter of rain hit the widening canopy above and trickled down through the holes above, occasionally splashing against the coat, making him wince a little at first at the sharp cold. Well, that was uncomfortable, he thought to himself, deciding it was best to find a better shelter from the rain so he wouldn’t get damper and thus feel even less comfortable. He had smelled the rain in the air earlier, but he thought he would have had more time before it actually fell.
Well, now he had some choices to make. Going back the way he came would be disappointing, and he hadn’t seen any great shelters to shield from the heavy rain that would no doubt start falling soon. So, he chose to go forward, upping his pace a bit to a trot as he investigated the stony side of the hill he was near, grinning a little to himself when he finally found a space that seemed to be big enough. It looked to be a tight fit for him, but he figured he could manage it somehow. Sticking part of his head inside, he noticed there was another occupant, and a little frown would have made it to his face if he hadn’t been in such control of his expressions.
“I have to admit, I wasn’t expecting for this cave to already be occupied. Mind being a friend and sharing the space until the storm lets up?” he spoke lowly in his natural soothing voice, half-figuring he might as well invite himself into the cave anyway no matter what she had to say, but he decided to wait first as a test.
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 9:27 pm
A voice was different from the sounds outside, perhaps long ears really did make things easier to hear. Sah had brushed off the hoofbeats as imaginary or unimportant, the splatter of rain did sound similar enough after all. But the voice, that was hardly as wise to ignore. Easy enough to ignore, yes, but wise? Not usually. And not in a situation such as this, when for all she knew she might be a trespasser. Or this stranger might be a threat. Hah. If he were, he’d shortly learn that she was not a helpless little filly.
The mare shifted her weight, looking over what she could see of him. Stallion, from the voice if nothing else since she couldn’t see much. He had little horns too, which sent a strange sensation skittering along her spine, but it passed easily enough. She didn’t see any wings, which probably meant he wasn’t going to be such a threat. And if he decided to be, well, she was experienced enough with trouble to be a decent threat herself.
”There’s room,” Sah replied, taking a small step to the side to leave even more space between them. Just because she was willing to share a shelter that did not belong to her didn’t mean that she wanted him to think she was cuddly or some other such silly thing that some stallions got notions of. As for friends, well, perhaps her movement away would hint as to how likely that would be. She’d share the space, but he’d better give her the space she wanted.
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 5:28 pm
The water splashed against his coat, permeating to the skin easily. He stepped a touch uneasily outside the cave as he waited for a response, watching the darkness attentively as he couldn't wholly see the mare though it was obvious she was there. He could hardly blame her if she decided to be unfriendly and deny him shelter, whether to just be cruel or protect her pure or tainted flower; the reason would hardly matter. Argyris didn't much care about the personal space of others unless he was attempting to make a good impression. Unfortunately, the chilly air and freezing drops of rain pelting him would've driven him into the cave regardless of her answer.
At least he didn't have to stir up that sort of tension so soon as she had answered the way he had hoped. His ears flicked back a little as he heard thunder crackle against the already dark yet still darkening sky, bringing back a faint memory of what it meant when the skies cried out like that. Old, useless memories.
"Thank you, kind maiden," he spoke softly and bowed his head in greeting. Though his words were polite, he retained a smug expression about his countenance as he wriggled his way into the cave, huffing quietly as he kicked at the ground with his back hooves to squeeze through the crack better, sighing a little in relief as his hooves clacked against the stone. He tossed his mane a bit to get some of the water out of it carefully as to avoid splashing the 'kind maiden' as much as possible. No need to be rude after all. He did notice that she scooted away, but he didn't mind as he took up his spot away from her.
"Certainly winter weather, isn't it?" he sighed as he stared out the crack to the outside. He didn't much care if she responded, but it seemed pointless to remain utterly quiet. Plus, he might very well die of boredom.
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 10:49 am
Kind maiden? Really? Sah stared at this strange stallion who scrambled his way into the cave. She did not object to sharing the shelter, it was the reasonable thing to do. And she was not afraid, especially when no wings appeared. Just a dark colored stallion, with little horns and… his tail was short. Very short. She stared at it for a moment, wondering why it fluffed up like that, even though being soaked it should have gone down like her own tail, before decided she wasn’t the least bit worried about it.
He was rather dark though. Most of what she could see was his nose, his mane, and his hooves. The light spots on his back almost seemed to float in the shadows, it was an odd sort of sight. Almost something she thought she might do well to be concerned by, darkness was no friend she knew. How she knew, she wasn’t sure. But she knew. She couldn’t shake it at all, she knew and it managed to frighten her in spite of not being a thing she understood. In spite of feelings not being things she fully understood.
“…I suppose it is,” she replied when he commented about the weather. “It is good to be out of it.” The last individual she had met had preferred to talk. He had been pleasant enough, though she hadn’t cared much whether or not she had his company. Just as with this stallion. It didn’t matter to her, not one bit. She would share the space, it wasn’t hers after all, but whether he stayed or decided to leave… it didn’t matter to her. She would go her own way when the storm passed and it was safe to do so. She always did.
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 6:12 pm
Argyris was unaware of her brief fascination with his tail as he got situated in the cave, adjusting his long limbs and body into a position that wouldn't be too uncomfortable for who knew how long it would take before the downpour stopped. Really, these lands were irksome at best, it seemed, what with the heavy rains and tight caves. He missed home, whether or not he liked to admit it. It was dryer there with lighter rains. But he knew he couldn't return. If he did, he'd be killed as soon as one hoof touched the territory, and it wouldn't even be because he hadn't been sneaky enough. He would only have his curse to blame.
He merely nodded when she responded to him with as bland of an answer as his question had been. "Indeed it is," he murmured quietly before taking in a deep inhale to prevent a sigh from escaping his mouth from his recent thoughts. They had no place here after all, not in this cave, not in this rain, and not in these lands anywhere. He needed to leave the past behind him, and that included everything, even thoughts... but they weren't so easy to simply dismiss.
And, on these thoughts, he couldn't help but wonder about his companion and thus came about his next question. "This is an interesting turn of events, two strangers having to come together to share a cave so neither ends up drowning in the tears of whatever sick gods are up there," he snorted softly. He knew there were gods and whatnot about or his curse would not have held true. Nor would his predictions and whatever else seemed to come his way. If she disagreed with him, he wouldn't take offense. He hadn't fully believed in them either until he had been proven otherwise. "So what's your name and story anyway?" While they were stuck together, he might as well try and get a conversation going or risk dying of boredom.
OOC;; Sorry if the post seems much different than the others before. I decided it might just be easier to adapt the changes immediately rather than try to find a way to slowly ease him into it and thus cause the post to become potentially more disjointed. He's significantly easier to write now though.
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 3:49 pm
“My name is… Sah. And my story…” What story? There was no beginning. Stories had a beginning, and she did not. Just a middle. Someday, perhaps, the middle would find itself an end. But with no beginning and no end, there was no story. There was just… there was just now. "There is nothing to tell,” she told him. That was the end of that. There was no story. How could she tell it if it wasn’t there? “I simply objected to being caught in the storm, just as you did.”
What did he mean the tears of gods? It was rain. A heavy rain, but only rain. There was no need to embellish upon it. Nor was there any reason to make something of what was simply a current circumstance. She didn’t care who he was. Where he came from. She didn’t care if he wanted to share the shelter or not, and stranger or not she didn’t care to kick him out of it when he had given her no cause to do so. “If you give me your name,” she began slowly, after a moment’s thought, “Then we will no longer be two strangers.” That was how it worked, right? ”It will no longer be an… ‘interesting turn of events’.”
She looked at him again, pondering. The horns, they might be familiar. They were so tiny though. Tiny little nubs. Nothing like her own. Hers were a bit more like tree branches that had gotten stuck in her mane. And his ears, she realized as she studied them. They were longer than the others she had met. Not like hers. But closer than she had previously seen. Aside from his strange little tail… no. Even if there were a connection to be found there, it didn’t matter. It couldn’t be important. She had survived without knowing whatever it might have been. She had been fine before she met this stallion. She would survive without knowing. If it mattered, she would have needed it more.
((Oh lord this took me forever, I have no idea how that happened. I lost internet access for a long time, but I never meant for it to take anything nearly so long as all this! I’m so so so sorry!))
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