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 Posted: Sun Jul 07, 2013 9:22 pm
 Darkness had descended upon the earth and no light cast its glow upon the earth. It was one of those starless and moonless nights, where only those nocturnal animals could see to roam the pitch black. Adonvdo Nudade was not one of those who could roam the night without the aid of some light, he kept hoping that some light would break through the thick cloud cover blockade. His bright yellow eyes tried to pierce the darkness, listening, and waiting. The Great Spirit had sent him here for a reason and he was wondering what It desired of him. Was he to have kindling for a new spooky tale, or would he share his stories with an appreciative audience? The stallion was not sure what he was going to encounter and that made it all the better. The night was also perfect for a haunted tale; all it needed was some rolling fog, a monster lurking in the shadows, and a hero/heroine. A smile covered the stallion’s countenance, he loved those stories that sent shivers down his spine and had others worried about what goes bump in the night. His daughter Aderyn had the same love and fascination as he did, but she was not able to tell the tales as expressively as he.
The stallion missed his daughters and their mother but he knew that they were moving on with their lives, going on adventures, creating their own stories and that was all he could ask as a father. Again he looked up at the black sky, hoping for some light to guide his way and show him what he was to do next.
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Posted: Tue Dec 17, 2013 9:57 pm
 They followed him in the darkness; the pale blue eyes watched each step he made as the blanket of clouds wrapped the only light the night would see. At least the mare had hoped so as she stepped quietly a few yards away lingering close enough to see the white markings on his coat. These were the nights that her father relished most in, his completely black coat and soft yellow illuminating pupils made it appear as if they were nothing more than two lightening bugs flashing a game of tag among the ebony trees. Nobis’ only gift was silence, her pale blue hair and one white sock she had inherited from her mother had made it harder for to go unseen in the forest however she had gleaned whatever she could in the moving within secrecy.
At the moment, the stallion she followed had shown little to no threat to her or to any other creature in the forest and Nobis felt somewhat reassured that he would not harm her in anyway if he was able to see her at all. Despite the lack of fear this had no bearing on the fact that she still insisted on following him without his knowledge. It was a game to be played by her, how long could she hold the silence? How long could she go without him noticing her presence? It was all in a sense of delight and rather dedicated practice on her part.
Though curiously Nobis wondered where he was really going, he seemed to be in no particular rush however still looked as if he was searching.
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Posted: Sun Dec 22, 2013 11:08 pm
He continued to wander aimlessly through the dark woods, tripping every now and again on a stray tree root. A story started to take shape in his mind. The wary traveler staggered through the woods, lost and confused, unsure which direction he needed to go. A dark shadow continued to follow him, its eyes glowed in the shadows and the metallic scent of blood filled the air. The traveler’s heart began to beat uncontrollably as he searched for a way to escape, but there was nowhere to turn. A twig snapped behind the traveler and he turned. A beast like no other attacked from the woods, sinking its fangs into the flesh of the helpless stallion. With a last gurgled scream, stallion’s world went black.
Addy smiled to himself, if he was one to scare easily he would be looking over his shoulder constantly after he heard that tale. The back of his neck began to prickle, he was being watched from the shadows. Was he to meet a similar fate to that of the traveler in his story? The spooky stallion stopped walking, and turned his head, looking into the shadows but unable to see who was watching him. Slowly he continued on his way, paying more attention to the forest around him, he wondered who could be following him and to what purpose. And the most important question to cross his mind: Were they friend or foe?
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Posted: Tue Dec 31, 2013 2:48 pm
A frown started to form on the stitched corners of the mare’s mouth as her brows furrowed in annoyance. Despite all her practice she could he had started to sense her presence lingering in the shadows and was searching for her. He couldn’t find her, she made sure she had enough distance in the shadows that it would take more than an untrained eye to see her but she had still failed. Letting out a soft breath of air as a silent sigh Nobis made a mental note that she needed to work on being even more distant and silent and wondered how it was that her father always went unnoticed from everyone.
Now the question was if she would remain where she was and let wonder aimlessly away wondering where she was or if it would be better to approach him and let him know that no harm would come to him. Why? Her mind asked at such at the thought like her father would, why should she care what he did from this point on? She started to turn but instead found her hooves taking a few hushed steps towards. When she felt she was close enough to him that he could see her shape at least she stopped, her tailed curled itself around the nearest branch it could as if ready to pull and strike if needed.
Nobis said nothing however her eyes watched him curiously as she tilted her head slowly to the side.
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 8:12 pm
The sense of being watched continued to prickle the back of the stallion’s neck; it was an odd sensation and he felt like one of his characters, except he did not possess a fear of the dark. Night, dark, shadows, were all wonderful places that held a doorway, a veil between this world and the spirit realm, it is through this portal that stories are created that possess the spine tingling sensation. Many trickster spirits came out on nights like this and caused all sorts of mischief, perhaps it was one of these little tricksters that followed him now, waiting to give him his next scary tale. His legs came to a stop, and his bright citrine eyes lingered on a shadow beside him. The silhouette was that of a mare, “Hello Spirit of the Shadow Filled Night, have you come to be my muse? Or are you one to listen to tales?” A slight pause, “Or are you perhaps both? A muse and a willing audience to the stories that are woven this starless night.” The stallion bowed his head to the shadowy figure, “I am Adonvdo Nudade, traveling story teller, and I would be honored if you would listen to a story that came into being because of you, my Muse of Night.”
He was unsure what the mare wanted, but he had hoped that he had shown her that he was not a threat. Already she was his muse by inspiring him to manifest spooky stories cast in shadows. Even if she left the abyss of the night shadows, the story teller was not positive he would be able to see her clearly. Only her blue eyes pierced the darkness.
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Posted: Tue Jan 21, 2014 3:01 pm
A story? The thought was a little foreign to the mare, there were stories that her mother told her but they were of truth. They were stories of her mother and stories of her life. However what the stallion offered to her now were not such tales, instead they were the stories that others would tell to frighten foals but were more of legend and myths. She was curious, never had she really heard a story told to her, let alone from someone who she assumed was skilled at it. She had little doubt that he would in anyway not amuse her and that he would not harm her, or at least not harm her at the moment.
Nobis gave him a small nod as he asked if she would listen to his story, however did not offer up her own name in return to his. Instead she grew closer peering at him with her ears perked with great interest like an eager foal waiting for appraisal. Her eyes following the white markings along his body, they were interesting sort of like doodles but on his fur instead of the dirt. His mane and tail were white like the glow of the moon but faded away like a spirit of the night, disappearing into the darkness with little trace. Was he even living? She wondered as she slowly walked around him only pausing once to nod again.
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Posted: Thu Jan 23, 2014 10:04 pm
Adonvdo stood still as the mare came out of the shadows and began to walk around him. She did not speak but continued to look at him expectantly and nod. He smiled, “So I will take that as a yes you would like to hear the tale.” He took in a deep breath and his voice became soft and alluring, it did not matter that his Muse did not give him her name, he was still inspired and the story he would tell came from the sensation she gave him while she watched him from the shadows, “It was a night, very much like this one, when a weary traveler roamed through the woods. His hooves were barely leaving the ground as he stumbled through the darkness. In his sleepless stupor, it was unbeknownst to him that he had entered into the land of an evil fey. The fey was a wicked creature, causes suffering for fun and purposefully caused travelers to become lost in the dark forest to be preyed upon by the Beast who roamed in the shadows. Sleep was no longer kept at bay and the traveler fell asleep beneath the moonless sky. It was then the Fey found him, a terrible glee filled with twisted creature and he summoned the Beast, but what fun would it be for the creature to tear through the flesh of the traveler? No, there had to be a game, to make the odds be a little more interesting. The ground shook and a large thorny maze came to the surface of the earth. With a start the traveler awoke, growls of the beast filled the night and the traveler ran, but with each turn he came to a dead end. Run, turn, turn back, run, stop. There was no escaping the nightmare and the hungry growls of the beast were closing in on the traveler. With the last of his energy, the traveler took another turn; he could feel the hot breath of the Beast upon his back and could hear the acidic sizzle of his saliva as it hit the earth. He turned, believing it to be the exit. He skidded to a halt, before him a large wall of thorns blocked out the light of the stars. He turned around, hot breath coated his face and then there was nothing but blackness.” Adonvdo turned to the mare, trying to gage her reaction of his tale. It was still a work in progress and he did not want to scare her away with some of his more gruesome stories, “What did you think of the story my Muse?”
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Posted: Mon Jan 27, 2014 12:30 pm
She shook her head with a nod as he replied that she wanted to hear the story as she paused from her slow pace around him to listen. Her ears were glued; following ever word his lips spoke as her mind started to form pictures drifting in the darkness. The traveler’s sleeping form as a small flutter with a grin hung above him and with a noise summoning the beast. As for the beast she could imagine him with ease, a creature black as night with one outstretched wing as a beating heart lingered around his neck. The scent of rotting flesh lingering in the air as the foul stench of his breath rolled along the traveler’s back. Nobis had never seen him, not with her own eyes but her mind could always conjure his figure. Her grandfather. A beast her dad called him, a creature with no remorse for those living, a beast bent on destroying the angeni race by any means.
Her eyes widen as she could see the ebony creature move with swift ease through the same thorns that tugged and pulled on the traveler. The scent of blood lingering in the air, the stitched gleam of teeth as the stretched opened and the last scream disappearing in the black of night.
Looking at him she gave him a slow nod of approval as her tail tapped her side as in a soft clapping sound. Slowly opening her lips she whispered, “Another?”
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Posted: Mon Feb 24, 2014 7:55 pm
Another she said and the story teller’s heart soared, he bowed his head, acquiescing to her request of an encore, “As you wish my Lady Muse.” He closed his citrine colored eyes and took in a deep breath as he set the mood for the next tale, “Ghost and horror stories are not just tales created in the dead of night to scare the audience and cause restless sleep due to frightening visions filling their minds. Many of the stories are based in truth and have become legends in their own right. The tale I will reveal to you tonight is about Yvette and the red ribbon she always wore around her neck.” His voice trailed off as he gave a slight pause, “Long ago, there was a beautiful mare, her hair was as black as raven feathers and her coat was as white as snow, her eyes were a lovely forest green that had captured many hearts of stallions. There was only one peculiar attribute the mare possessed, no matter what she did, she always wore the red ribbon around her neck. Many of her suitors would give her jewelry hoping to see what lay beneath the vibrant red cloth. She would smile and graciously thank them for their gifts, but she never removed the ribbon. A strapping young stallion with the name of Wilhem came calling upon the lovely Yvette. It was love at first sight.
“Beneath the star filled sky, quiet promises were made. With her green eyes locked onto the brown eyes of Wilhem, Yvette made him promise to never remove the ribbon from around her neck. The stallion promised, but his curiosity festered. What was under the ribbon that his own mate did not want him to see? Crazy thoughts and ideas came into his mind, but he kept his promise and he never took off the red ribbon.
“Years went by and their mating was a happy one, they had many children. The children were curious to why their mother always wore a ribbon around her neck, but she made them promise to never try and take it off. Wilhem was torn between knowing the truth and the promise he made beneath the stars all those years ago. Finally the curiosity was too much for him, he needed to know what the ribbon was hiding. That night when his mate went to sleep, he grabbed the ribbon and undid the tidy bow.”
Adonvdo paused the story, building the anticipation. Was his muse wondering what the stallion found beneath the ribbon?
“The bow became smaller and smaller, in mere moments the ribbon came free of the mare’s neck. Years of questions and uncertainty were about to be answered. But it was not what he had thought. When the red ribbon came free from the neck of Yvette, her green eyes opened wide in shock and dismay. With a cry her head rolled off her body, her voice filling the dead of night, blaming her mate for the horrific sight, ‘I warned you!’
“And thus the tale of Yvette ends. Due to the broken promise of her mate, Yvette suffered a terrible fate. When Wilhem had saw what he had done, he buried her body where was no sun. Her ghost still wanders the land, looking for the lost red strand, of the ribbon that was her life and the cause of her strife.”
Adonvdo bowed his head to his shadowy muse, signifying the end of the tragic tale of Yvette.
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Posted: Wed Feb 26, 2014 10:55 am
If it was at all possible Nobis would have begun shaking with joy as the stallion agreed to tell her another story. Instead she kept still her ears pinned following each syllable that he spoke as her eyes watched as if his lips formed each letter. Thoughts filled her mind, she wondered if there was any such tales based on her own father and grandfather, not that she had meet such a large creature as he was. Her father would tell her stories, stories about how his deep hatred and his downfall of vanity, even her aunt was something that made her skin crawl with terror. But soon the thoughts of a beautiful white mare started to from, the long silky red bow that daintily floated in the breeze around her neck. Nobis had to admit even she herself would question what was under it, or at least would be curious to know why such a lovely beauty would wear something so simple instead of all the jewels in the world.
True love, it was an adorable image of the two with their children playing among them at their feet. Oh but how was curiosity lingering like a shadow, burrowing deep within his mind, clawing to escape and to wrap its fingers around the ribbon. She wanted to scream as he pulled, the ribbon slowly growing smaller until it fell like blood to the ground, pooling, as the head fell beside it. The look of horror on his face slowly died away into the darkness as her headless body wandered around the two figures before vanishing like a wisp into the woods.
Again she nodded feverishly in approval as her tail smacked her side in a rather loud clap of happiness. Nobis wanted to ask for another but for once started to grow bashful with red filling her cheeks. She had already taken up much of his time with two questions another would be rude and she was sure he had other things to do with his time.
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Posted: Thu Feb 27, 2014 9:02 pm
His smile was brilliant, "I am glad you enjoyed that my Muse. It always makes this Storyteller happy when the audience enjoys the tales I weave." He had watched her as he told the story, she was enthralled as his words cascaded over her. "I know it is late, but if I may take more of your time... would you care for another?" Even though his voice was getting tired from talking, he wished to remain in the presence of the strange dark mare who had inspired him to create a new tale. His citrine eyes looked into her light blue ones, it was hard to see anything about the mare, but her eyes seemed to glow in the dark, drawing him in like a moth to a flame.
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Posted: Fri Feb 28, 2014 9:31 am
If she could smile, like a real smile full of teeth and happiness she would have when the stallion offered to tell her another story instead she shook her head excitedly with a yes. Lingering in the back of her mind was a haunting feeling though, telling her she needed to leave it was time to go and with each minute she spent listening to the tales the closer the sun would come to rising. The sun was too bright, too bright for her and her father and they would lurk deep in the forest, or as in her travels caves were a wonderful substitute despite their lack of soft green shrubby to get close to as she slept. Nodding again, she ignored the feeling, pushing it back down into the corners of her mind, as she remained lingering on every word the stallion spoke.
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 7:48 pm
The storyteller cleared his throat, his words took on a dreamy lilt, and his eyes looked toward the moonless sky and then back to the mare cast in shadows, “There are many worlds that are parallel to ours, mirrors of our being, and our world in different times. The world that I want to tell you about tonight is a world that has spent many years in torment, a world that is covered by mist. The living creatures that inhabit this planet have moved to cower inside thick stone walled structures. The dark haze outside the walls only brought death, no one dared to enter the fog, but alas, this is where the story beings. Two brave souls left the protection of the others to confront the Evil. This is the legend of Anabelle and Cian.” Adonvdo paused and took in a deep breath to continue with the tragic tale, “Thick mist rolled in, surrounding the small buildings of the city. Living in this mist were monsters beyond your wildest dreams, Blood suckers that would turn to dust if light touched their skin, hungry plants that would poison any breathing creature with one touch, giant bugs that burrow into your flesh, to eat you from the inside out. Soquili and Humans hide, never daring to enter the dark swirling cloud, fearing for their lives. But two did not cower or hide, they left the sanctuary to fight the fear that the others faced. The woman, Anabelle, entered the mist first, crafty in mind, swift with a sword. Soon after, a man followed, Cian, who was strong in build, brave in heart. Together they walked, weapons strapped to their backs, they searched for the source of evil that lay siege on the world.
“Vines reached, trying to entangle, wanting to pull them into the dark abyss of perdition, only to be cut down by Anabelle's sudden attack with her silver sword. Creatures of the Night follow close behind, looking for any flaw, any weakness, a slight stumble, preparing for attack.
“Death awaits the two brave heroes will they submit to his evil will or conquer?
“The Dark King sat seething on his throne, wishing for death of the two who dare defy his reign, in his palace which loomed over the once peaceful land. Our two heroes arrived at his door as the clock struck twelve. The peal echoed out into the empty night, the dirge filled the heroes' ears. They knew then that if they took another step forward, it would be their death. Never backing down in defeat, the two marched on, the great hall stretched out before them.
“A dark figure, with long flowing robes, with hair to match the color of his soul and a length to match his age, sat regally upon a throne of human skulls. ‘You have come to face your death, how do you pitiful humans believe you can defeat me? My people are both more strong and brave. Prepare to die.’ The battle was great, many demons where slain by the two, but sadly, the human body could take so much. Anabelle fell first, twenty blood suckers dead at her feet. Next fell Cian, with only one less.
"‘Take their bodies and show the pitiful humans! We will have a feast to celebrate our victory! Go get the prisoners! Their pitiful deaths have made me thirsty,’ The Dark King let out an evil laugh, making his followers shudder. The sky glowed red, showing the humans that they have lost against the predators that haunted them… or had they? The Creatures of the Night have seen what a human heart was capable of, so if more, instead of two, rose up against them, who knows what the outcome would be?” Adonvdo Nudade closed his eyes, letting the silence echo into the night, his next words were barely a whisper, “ My Dear Muse, it is said, that you can still hear the echo of Anabelle and Cian when the night is dark and silent, fighting for their lives and that of all the living creatures on the planet called Earth...” His citrine eyes twinkled in the night. It was not one of his best tales, but he loved how it showed what the heart was capable of gran feats of strength.
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