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 Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2015 2:40 pm
Everything, he knew, was falling to pieces. His relationship with his father was all but over, his relationship with his mother and brother practically non-existent due to circumstance, and what he had thought was his best-friend and his greatest love had been nothing but a joke. Babette didn’t love him any more than the other stallions she’d chased. She’d lead him on and he was a fool for believing, for trying. Ah, but how his heart was heavy. There was little color in his world these days, and he was glad that the wintertime colors followed suit. He wasn’t sure he could tolerate the blossoms of color, the laugher of all those . . happier sorts. He wanted to be happy, but ever since he’d been born, a sort of cloud had followed his heart. Nothing was ever as bright as others described; nothing was ever dreamy or wonderful. Certainly, Ariashi had a good heart and a loyal soul, but he had been melancholy even before things with his father deteriorated, or things with Babette, for that matter. These days, he felt numb, as if he were only going through the motions of life.
Maybe he was. Maybe this storm would bury him in snow drifts –it wouldn’t be hard given his petite stature—and then he could simply fade. He doubted his father would notice, if he’d notice his departure from their herd at all, and he doubly doubted Babette would care. With her loss, Ariashi had found himself alone, but . . .maybe that was just how things were supposed to be.
Ah, but that wasn’t too bad, was it? At least he could rely on himself. At least he wasn’t in for some sort of hearbreak or neglect. At least being alone, his love and importance wouldn’t be thrown back and casually spurned. He wasn’t happy, but feeling nothing was better than hurting, and that, perhaps, was as good a place as he could be. So it was, the stallion picked his way through the barren and snow covered plains, no real direction in mind. On the wind, the first few delicate snowflakes began to fall, the calm before the storm.
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2015 11:01 am
 Carys hadn't been ready, when it was decided that she was to leave the herd and travel to the Kawani lands. She was still so young and had so much to learn. She didn't know how to be on her own, and she really, really wasn't ready to leave her sisters just yet. She thought she still had enough time... But no. The elders decreed that she would be the next to leave, to travel. So she would go, even if she wasn't ready.
'Dear Carys, there are places out there, other beings out there who could use your kindness... your love. It is a gift. And one that needs to be shared. Dear one, it is time for you to go out into the world and make it at least a little bit better.'
She didn't see her kindness as a gift, and she certainly wasn't feeling all that kind towards the elders right then. In fact, if she were to say anything about how she felt towards them, it would be anger, frustration, and a whole host of other emotions that went counter to what was thought of her. But she would never say it out loud. She would swallow the bitterness, and be what was expected of her until she actually felt what she was supposed to.
She had procrastinated as long as she could, dragging her hooves in the dirt and refusing to fly to her new home, hoping that they would change their minds. That she wouldn't be exiled so far from home and away from those who meant the world to her. But the decision, it seemed was firm, and she was to be exiled from her home - at least, that's what it seemed like in her own mind.
As a result, instead of arriving when it was warmer, the weather nice enough for her to start on her mission - helping whosoever needed it, and to show others that love is love is love, no matter what form it came in - the land was cold, and there weren't others around.
So there it was. She was cold and alone in a place that was completely alien, and she had no idea of where she was going and how she was to find shelter to survive. She was, to put it plainly, screwed.
She wandered aimlessly, cold and afraid, trying as best as she knew how, to survive. She was doing just that, surviving, until the snow that the sky threatened began to fall. And wasn't that just the cherry on top of this already crappy day.
She wasn't sure exactly what she was going to do when she noticed a golden pelt. There was someone else out, wandering and alone like she was. Perhaps they wouldn't mind a bit of company, and perhaps they could at least point her in the right direction. She plastred a warm smile on her face and headed in their direction.
'Hello, over there. ' Uta sorry this has taken so long
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2015 6:10 pm
The stallion continued to press on, trying to ignore the thick flakes that were beginning to fall. More snow seemed fitting to his present melancholy. Honestly, he was at such a low, he truly couldn't come to care about the weather, his present situation, or much of anything. He was a bit of a mess, but he didn't care . . .The only reason he was roaming was because his hooves simply hadn't bothered to stop. The farther away he was from his father, his old herd, or Babette, the better.
So lost in his thoughts was he that the stallion almost missed the splash of color amid the white and grey landscape. It was only when she spoke up and greeted him, did his ears p***k, and he lifted his head from his stare. He was almost startled, his head wings giving a small flare of surprise. He . . . he hadn't expected to cross paths with anyone. The winter had been harsh and cruel, and the weather wasn't particularly kind. He almost wondered what this mare -and she was am mare- was doing. Was she out wandering like him? Did she have nowhere better to be? No familly, no herd? Was he simply near to her lands and had she come out to greet him? He couldn't possibly know,and he almost wanted to question, but he . . .he stopped himself. He had no reason to question why someone else might be out and about just like him. He had no reason or no right to pry.
Golden-brown eyes studied the other, and he tried not to flinch. Of course he'd meet a fellow angeni . . .even though this one had a single set of wings. The head-wings were giveaway to some form of purity, and he worried about the sort of judgment he was likely receiving -- a run down stallion, tiny as far as stallions went, and looking quite a mess. She was smiling, and for a long moment the melancholy stallion simply stared. . . he probably seemed like a simpleton. Finally, he gave a small shake of his coat to dispell the accumulated snow, and forced himself to smile back. It didn't really work but maybe she wouldn't notice.
"Er. . . Hello, Miss." His words sounded foreign, distant, and he wondered when the last time he'd spoken to anyone. Ariashi gave a little dip of his head, and tried to remember his manners. He did have them, didn't he? "I . .. I didn't expect to find someone out in this storm." Right, way to be the conversationalist. He knew he sounded like a fool, but it had been a long time since he'd last had someone with which to discuss anything. The last one he'd met was Babette, and her laughter had been cruel, hurtful; an echo he didn't want to remember. Still, hopefully this mare wouldn't be anything like her.
dawns_aura i'm sorry this is a short tag! :c
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2015 9:08 pm
It wasn't until after she spoke up that Carys noted the slumped stance, the slow plodding.. the general air of being tired and dejected.All in all, he looked simply miserable. Perhaps he wasn't the best choice to ask for help or directions. He looked almost as lost, in his own way, as she was. Someone who looked so tired and lost, like they could use some kindness and affection. Which she was more than capable and happy to provide. It was the reason she was sent here. Despite her wishes...
She noted his surprise, her own ear winglets flaring in response before settling back tight against her head. She certainly hadn't meant to cause surprise, upset distress, whatever... She started to shrink in on herself. Her small stature seeming even smaller. 'Oh, pardon me. I didn't mean to startle you.'
The snow continued to fall and accumulate on her coat. And being from a milder climate, it was extremely harsh and cold, and she knew she needed to get moving, and soon. But she couldn't just up and leave. There was someone who seemed to be hurting. Someone she might be able to help. Even if the only help that was needed was a listening ear.
She watched as he dipped his head in her direction. Some form of manners, she knew, but she was always uncomfortable with formal manners and greeting and well, the rules really. 'No need for that. Such actions only belong in formal situations. This definitely isn't that.' She trotted just a little bit closer. 'I... I didn't intend to be out in this storm. I had hoped to find a place to stay, but I have no idea where I am or even where to look...'
Her mouth snapped shut. She was blabbering on and on, an unattractive trait she had been told, and one she couldn't control when she was nervous, or uncomfortable. 'Sorry.'
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