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 Posted: Sun May 06, 2012 10:02 pm
A single figure moved through the early morning haze of the rising pumpkin sun. Fog trickled off the ground as hooves crunched the dirt below. Most students weren't up and that made the ride quiet and rather peaceful as her grey mare plodded along adding her own smoke to the morning fog.
Her wings tucked down Nirva simply swayed side to side in step with her mount, sometimes it was nice to let her wings rest and simply ride about or walk. Though she missed the sound of hooves on stone and gravel cut into the side of a mountain, hammers ringing from the forges in the distance.
It wasn't home, but the horsemen did her best to try and savor the morning as it was.
"Oh Lyra, we always disagreed, but we did enjoy our mornings didn't we?" Her head tilted back and the sun bounced bright off the helm of her helmet as blue eyes stared wistfully towards the sky.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2012 10:23 pm
Calder wasn't sleeping well, and early morning walks helped. It was foggy, which troubled the mare, but she was far too on edge that staying in her room made her feel pent up. There was restless energy in her legs, and she needed to get it out of her system. Take a swim later, if she wanted to risk going to the lake alone, though maybe she would be better off swimming in the swamp behind the dorms.
To see another horse was, quiet frankly, surprising. The steady beat of hoof falls taking a easy gait onto campus caused her ears to perk as she left from the woods. White. Mare. Fog kicked by her legs.
Calder drew closer, but stopped when she saw the rider. Was it just a domesticated mare?
She decided to be respectful to the horse, and flicked her head off from where she was standing, giving out a warning neigh that it was there. That way no one felt threatened. Slowly, Calder started to move towards them.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2012 10:29 pm
The mare of course made no action at Calder. As a matter of fact it seemed neither horse nor rider seemed to notice the other mare behind them. Nirva still had her head tilted towards the sky, feathers ruffling with her hair in the morning breeze that sent the fog swirling.
Eventually she looked back down, the horse did not have a saddle or reigns, the figure rode bare back with the ease of someone who had known horses all their life. Eventually she seemed to notice the second set of hooves behind her. Shifting ever so slightly folding her wings a bit to make it easier.
"You." She said simply raising a single finger to point at Calder, "You are not one of my kind, and I have seen no other horses in this area." With out even gesturing the mare stopped turning herself and rider about to face Calder.
"Who are you?"
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2012 10:39 pm
Calder stopped, ears back as she was pointed to. Such a direct action put her on guard, and being addressed directly was surprising. What was even more upsetting was that the horse did not respond, giving her the cold shoulder and ignoring her entirely.
"I'm not a horse. I'm a kelpie." She said, looking up at the rider with narrowing eyes before very slowly looking at the horse. "My name is Calder." It gave no signs, no indication about it's behavior. It just stood. Calder lifted her muzzle and gave a short neigh in her direction in hopes it would say hello. She hadn't seen any equines of any sort, monster or otherwise, and her heart ached for something familiar these days.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2012 10:45 pm
Rider and horse faced the Kelpie, the mare seemed to hardly move, she nodded at the ground kicking her forehoove in the dirt as the rider crossed her arms, head cocking ever so slightly to the side.
"This explains your shape easily enough." The narrowed eyes didn't bother her, not in the least as her own blue eyes tracked the gaze of the other horse, or rather Kelpie. "My name is Nirva Sen, Calder." She reached down running a lone hand over the mane of the horse she road shaking her head, "She will not say hello, she already has. She is speaking to you even now Calder. She is no normal horse, not like you, not like any other beast of burden as the humans would call them."
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2012 10:58 pm
Calder stepped back, tapping her hoof on the ground. "I'm not a normal horse." She cut back, but her chest ached. Ah. So it wasn't able to talk in the tongue, or hear her. They couldn't have a discussion, just between them.
"It's nice to meet you, Nirva Sen. Does....she have a name?" She asked, looking up once more. "What is she? What is she saying?"
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 10:17 am
"You are correct, I apologize for implying such." She tilted her head slightly watching as Calder seemed to be, distraught about the situation. She guided her mount closer arms crossed over her chest.
"Call me Nirva, this Crow is of old habits, Nirva Sen is my full name." She reached down running a hand over the mares mane shrugging, "If she had a name it would be Nirva as well. She speaks right now once more, you hear her words with mine. This horse is no normal horse either. She is a part of me as I am a part of her. She is... perhaps what so rightfully earns us the title of horsemen."
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2012 11:45 am
Calder was trying to understand her peculiar speech before it slowly dawned on her. "She's created......a created horse?" He asked, looking up at the horsemen. This was not a creature that grew up learning and living as other creatures. It was summoned and therefor lacked the personality, instincts, and behaviors a equine such as Calder learned through growing up.
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2012 12:38 pm
She only offered a nod before sliding off the back of the horse. Even as she did she ran her fingers over it's side, trailing the neck and to the chin. All the while the Horse seemed to fade into a mist that was drawn towards the ghoul as she moved. Eventually there was nothing left of the horses presence but the hoof prints in the ground. Her own hand reached out gently offering for Calder to come closer, "Do not fret, the horse yet lives inside my FEAR." Her other hand moved to lift the helmet off her head tucking it under arm.
"All the horsemens mounts are of our FEAR, they are us, and we are them." She would beckon for Calder to come closer, if and when she did, her hand would brush gently down the side of her neck to rest on her shoulder. "Forgive me if it's habits are odd, I am more bird then horse myself." She said with a small smile, wings stretching out behind her.
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 10:02 pm
Calder allowed the touch, and once she moved closer, she felt the gentle graze of a palm brushing her neck. It was these soft touches she missed, just as much as she missed seeing anything familiar as her other clan members. Equine. Kelpie-like. Even a Fear summon was better than anything, but it didn't give her what she wanted. A bit of communication in the natural tongue, and a bit of fun playfulness with someone like her.
It wasn't the horsemen's fault in the end, but her heart still ached.
"I did not know. I only visited the islands for a short time and saw no horses of any type. I did not know you were able." Her eyes went back to the space where the horse once had been before looking back at the ghoul. "I can see you are lacking in some of our mannerisms. There is no gestures or emotions....a turn of the ears or registering a call from far off. Still, the look is very impressive."
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 10:38 pm
Her fingers where soft and gentle as they stroked the mane of the mare. It was different from her mount, it was very much alive, independent. Her mount was simply loyal and bound following the will that created it.
"It depends on the horsemen, the task at hand. A mount is for crossing land quickly, some do not travel far, others fly." Her own eyes followed the gaze to where her mount had stood, not even a wispy fog remaining there at all. "I apologize if I offended. I am after all, a horsemen, not a Kelpie, or a true horse." Her wings ruffled slightly behind her, "Some mounts are more independent, mine alas, is not. It is simply... another pair of legs?"
She turned about moving a few steps away beckoning for the Mare to follow. "Come, I wish to see this school." She turned back to face the grounds. "Only fair; we brought you to our land, we should see your own no?"
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 11:38 pm
She wasn't sure how she regarded a mount considered as 'another pair of legs', but then reminded herself that the mounts were not living and in that, she shouldn't be upset about something that didn't have a will and mind of it's own. There was no point in fighting for the respect of a creature that was created and dismissed. It was another use of Fear, and not something that came into Halloween or was born form a pumpkin. The mount just has been so very - real to her. It was hard to push that idea that it was formed. Not even a familiar or a minipet, but an extension.
"It's okay. You did not offend. I get....homesick at times when I see another that is like me." She confessed, following the horsemen before slowly shifting.
Soon a young man was beside her, dusting off his jacket free of a few blades of grass he had picked up when he had been running around before her. "I am happy to show you around. I..really enjoyed my stay on the islands. I'm....sorry about what happened to you and your kind." To have your home destroyed and those on it was a loss he wished to never experience.
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2012 3:37 pm
"Oh sweet little scareling." Her eyes suddenly seemed heart broken as she stared at the mare even as it turned into a boy. Her hand clasped at her waist before her. "Do not fret of homesickness. It is a pain I know all too well. My home is dead and gone, we are displaced, every day I see our kin I weep knowing my sisters are not among them."
"I will not argue with Lyra, I will not laugh with our youngest Lana."
Soon a boil stood before her, she made no move to continued till he was beside her. "Then lead my friend, you're words are kind, they do little but your thoughts and well wishes are most welcome." She raised a hand waving towards the school.
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 3:16 pm
Despite the horsewoman telling him that his words of kindness did little in the long run, he turned to her when she mentioned her home, he loss, and her siblings vanished - gone in such a tragic way. He thought of his own family and how he would fill if his mother and father were destroyed by the hunters, and his eyes blossomed in fat tears. "Oh! You've gone through so much!"
He couldn't help feeling bad for her, and he wrapped his arms around her as if she had been the one on the verge of tears. "I'm so sorry what has happened. Your poor family." Maybe he was hugging her a bit too tightly.
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 6:47 am
For a moment she didn't notice his tears, her armored gaze turning back towards the school with a passing look of curiosity as he spoke of how much she had gone through. "I bare the weakest scars of the loss, I was not home when we fell..." She reached up touching just under the tip of her helm knowing she carried no mark of insanity.
Very suddenly she was sent teetering to the side as the boil rushed in for a hug. Her wings snapped close trying to avoid too much strain against the hug, all instinct told her to attack what ever just grabbed her but it took a moment to remind herself where she was. This wasn't home, this wasn't at all like home. He was one of the students, young, naive. Very gently she squirmed her way lose of the awkward and impromptu hug. "Yes. My family... let's not dwell on this. Come. The school waits."
Awwwwkwarrrrrd
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