As the sun rose over another year a figure stood motionless staring outward at a sea of eternal white. Its image painted itself like the sands he was used to but it touch was frigid and cold. He wasn't fond of winter overly but it was a refresher from the scorching days within Summer's breath. He had also found an offering in this vast sea of coldness in which he could most certainly drink or rather eat. Once stated it was indeed cold but it quenched his thirst causing a longing in summer days without something so forthcoming such as winter. He himself didn't understand snow but he had learned when Winter was arriving and leaving the land. Seasons here were a wondrous creation by the Gods which he accepted without hesitation. Sure it was a shock at first but once a routine was memorized the Pharaoh had no qualms on hot and cold days. He himself reared in the scorching sands was thankful there were months of refreshing rainfalls. Back home there was nothing but Sand and heat with an occasional Oasis that could be found in one's travels. More often than not for those that traveled without intelligence succumbed to the Gods' ill fate starving and eventually becoming one with the sands. The desert was indeed a mysterious place but it was also a sentence to death if you never learned how to survive.
Growing up as a foal, Atemu learned the hard way what harsh mistakes lie in wait for one that didn't comprehend their elder's advice. He saw first hand other foals that had become one with the sand helpless to do anything on their behalf. He was a King after all leaning to his upbringing of royalty and manners. Day in and day out he was shown the duties of his life and expected to follow through with his training. Though as a foal he was quite different from the royal court or rather disobedient.
As a light snowfall began making its descent the King was taken back to an ageless memory, which had faded and swept away like the desert sands. He remembered the day he met the royal court and his mind unwinded. Back when times were troubling as a foal they were quite simple. Youth was retained and thoughts were without complex answers. So seeing the other foals for the first time was a joy in itself other than the adults that loomed over the infant king. He distinctly remembered the fillies though they made quite a fuss of him. It was a great honor to be in the grace of the future King after all!
The giggling and whispering made him blush horribly not knowing why. All but one exception in which he mused over this certain filly. When she looked at him in a side glance she didn't blush nor did she giggle. Perhaps it was in curiosity but she remained in her royal stance while the others were whispering about the Pharaoh. He was amused how well she held herself being one of the smallest in the troupe she was paired within. While the others giggled and batted their eyes at Atemu the mysterious small statured filly remained deep in thought. A prodigy they called her or rather a rightful queen. Her parents though were not of the Pharoah's bloodline but they were very close in their ranks. The young King couldn't help but look at her but soon after was scolded for not paying attention....
Atemu blinked and once again he was back in the kawani lands again. How strange she would come up in his thoughts after all this time since he had left the homeland. Snorting he pawed the ground and began walking out in the snow that had become a little heavier.
Momentarily, he paused trying to remember her name but the endless white ocean around him seemed to keep those secrets buried far away. Perhaps he'd remember her.... but for now he sighed deeply and began walking once more.
Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2016 7:11 pm
Momentarily he was standing in the falling snow then once again his mind was transported back to his childhood again. The scene before him changed leaving his breath intaking the sultry dry air filled with lingering sand. He coughed shaking his head standing at the inner palace that opened into a magnificent courtyard. Decorated bronze statues of the great Gods lined up before him which he knew their names well. How could he not since it was his daily upbringing praying and worshiping the creators of himself and the world around him.
Then his eyes followed the line of chatting fillies to her again. What was it that intrigued him so much? Was it her regal mentality that made her look like a Goddess? He shook his head trying to stop thinking like that for he was a King even as an infant. He had no time to linger on what could be reality only his training mattered. The adults made the fillies stand in line for their official meeting with the Boy Pharaoh would commence. He tried to stay stern as he was herded over to meet the lovely ladies he'd grow around being respected by them. Names were a mystery to him but their faces he pictured like a fresh painting on a canvas. The eyes the scents they bathed in he recognized and remembered. Some stood with a regal attempt while others batted their eyes getting swatted by sharp weeds from the adults. There were around ten this year lined up from tallest to the shortest. Some were lithe while others were rounded but they all were dressed in attire fitting to their eyes. Painted up like the Gods the adults mentioned that each filly each bore a resemblance to ethereal souls. They were the perfect life mates for him when he'd come of age if he knew how to choose. His eyes laid upon them individually never smiling for any sign of comedy or capricious temperament would get him a very swift reed to the flanks. As his growing legs stepped regally past nine of the fillies he stopped in front of the smallest of them all. Once again he was transported by an ethereal feeling when he saw her. Her wings were golden like his but much smaller and delicate. It was her transpiring eyes that spoke to him. She was not simple minded no she was so much more. Her image bore into him much like real life statue handed to the court by the Gods themselves. This filly would grow up to be a fine mare worthy of a King's mate.
She nodded her head standing there in respect as this girl had been instructed by her elders. When she rose her head though to meet his gaze a small smile pursed upon her muzzle. She was indeed lovely with her black mane and deep eyes as dark as the abyss. The young King couldn't help but smile back.
Then atemu shifted forward again almost as if his memories were an old movie reel playing out his life.
As the grand stallion lived in his memories he saw himself learning combat, strategy, and the meaning of competition. He was by far the best of the court over all those gangly fillies who wanted his attention. It was the Goddess' Gift as he called her secretly that could match him pace per pace. She was highly intelligent working out puzzles and excelling over games. She was the one the court fillies disliked and whispered about but the Prince did not care because she was a blessing from the Gods for him.
He remembered one day after a vigorious strategy game talking with her.
"Isi.... I choose you. My heart of the cards". he smiled looking at her with wide magenta eyes mirroring her own.
"I know Aty.", her eyes smiled back at him, "It will be years before we could be together. We are much too young and it's forbidden. Things change as you get older. Only the Gods know what's in store for any of us".
"No. I am the Pharaoh and I choose what I want! I choose you Isi. Always you will be mine!" he stamped a hoof with determination.
"Aty.... we can't", her eyes watered as she shook her head sadly, "I have to go away for a long time. I'm the best of the court fillies. I will be trained to be a scribe and a strategist. Please before we all get scolded don't do this. You're acting like a child."
Atem's eyes widened with hurt and despair, "I don't care how long it takes I will find you Isi. I will make you my mate. I am the Pharaoh and you are my queen."
She sighed then bowed her head to him, "We shall see Aty... We shall see. You will be a great King I'm sure. I shall let Horus decide our fate and worthiness. Besides, there are other mares out there that are more worthy than of you then I".
Then she bowed her head for the last time after being summoned. It was a bittersweet goodbye for both foals.
Atem was angry she left him. She was his! But the elders were the ones in charge. As he watched her disappear into the palace his heart sunk for he'd never see her again. If the Gods deemed him worthy then all would be as it should. On the other hand in his eyes it was highly unlikely for such a vivid wish to ever come true. From then on there the Young Prince soon to be King grew disgruntled, bitter and extremely brattish in nature .
For years he waited for word from her anything about her as he grew into his attire of fine linens and silks. He was gifted with golden bracelets, anklets, and the Millennium puzzle that was filled with mystery and intrigue.
As time pressed on Atemu was introduced to many fillies but none could fill that void of Isi. There was once a rumor circulated in her first adult year she had taken a mate then was killed. The Pharaoh grew saddened and more hard edged ever since. He grew selfish and pushed away any potential mates the elders presented to him. No one could replace the Goddess' gift he had been given.
A deep sigh came back to the Pharaoh as his memory ceased and he was alone in the ocean of white around him. There would never be another like her. All the mares in the world would never be as beautiful nor regal as she was. Truth be be told she was only a small filly but fillies grow into beautiful mares over time. Atemu was thankful The memory of her surfaced after all those years.
In a swirling mist the Princely King followed this dream for days which led to months. The memory was always foreboding yet it was distinct as if his own mind was trying to tell him something. The images, sounds, actions never wavered from their taunting graces. As if being trapped outside in a looping abyss the oasis of hope was buried somewhere deep beyond his grasp. He grunted shaking his head seeing that never ending loop of Isi being herded off to a fate unknown. Then the whispers of the Royal court ringing in his ears about her sudden death. If he had been more than a Prince Atemu could've stopped them from taking her away. He called outward stamping his hoof deeply in the wet mud his shining hooves were sinking within. They had taken his heart! He called out again in a clarion call as it echoed in the night like a wild spirit. Snorting he tossed his head rearing up then landing back on the ground in a thud. To the unsuspecting eye Atem seemed mad as he swayed back and forth, rearing upward and stamping the ground. He did this for quite a while till a white lather worked up upon his neck and withers making him desire thirst over frustration.
Madness had won this round.
He sighed heavily noting he was a mess as the mud splattered his fine clothes and golden heirlooms. Feeling parched her swallowed heavy licking the inside of his mouth. It had been months since he'd met Blake and possibly started a lineage of his own. He was used to her simple ways being a nomad carpet that flew wherever she desired. He'd probably visit her again when his heart was called by the desert and the endless sands reminding him of home.
Soft rain began to fall upon the disheveled Prince almost as in apology for how cruel fate creates happiness and destroys it. He shook his head as his nostrils took in the scents around him; especially the water his throat desired right now. Once he caught wind of his goal the Pharaoh started walking slowly in dignified strides till he reached a small stream. By now his coat was soaked as the light trickle became a steady downpour. Atemu wasn't amused at this change of events but he was so tired from his random outburst he welcomed it. Being winter still the water stung his coat like pierced needles which made him grunt again. Instead of heading for shelter he let the rain wash the mud way leaving him cleaner with no traces of mud left. The King's head ached in spite of everything and his heart was cold and repressed for the images of that filly burned in his mind over and over. He didn't remember her name nor did he fully remember what she looked like. It was those deep eyes that bore into him like a timeless carving ingrained in artifacts and treasures. True they were but infants to the cause of hierarchy but their souls were unique and timeless unlike most others. They say when someone dies their hearts are weighed on a scale with a feather of a Goddess teetering on the other side. If your heart was found lighter than the feather you were granted grace of the Gods for passage to a new life. If it was decidedly heavier than the feather their heart was was devoured a darker God condemning the deceased to Oblivion. On the other hand if the feather outweighs the heart, showing the deceased has led a righteous life they may be presented before the high God to join the afterlife.
She did indeed have a pure heart, perhaps even more grander then Atemu's heart himself. Atem thought heavily on these thoughts as he drank deeply of the stream. This world he lived in was a pure oasis with outer banks of sand. It was reverse to what he was used to he knew that to be in truth. After the stallion drank his fill he set out to find shelter fir his coat was shivering as was his muscles from the cold soaking in.
"I best find shelter. This rain isn't going away anytime soon", he noted as he looked heavily for some sort of cover from the rain.
Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2016 3:11 pm
He moved steadily tossing his head as the rain pelted his coat dampening him to a sienna brown rather than the golden aura he was born with. His deep magenta eyes scanned for shelter as he galloped faster now feeling his mind blur and flicker away from the drenching downfall that cascaded over him like a waterfall. It was chilled to the point of frozen rain which caused him severe discomfort. He needed to find shelter before his entire being froze like his memories that eluded his mind. Looking around him he spotted a deep cave ahead and cared not to know if inhabitants were living there or not. Moving in a full gallop he ran toward the darkness and warmth that awaited the soaked stallion. He raced into the cave that seemed endless noticing candles flickering along the walls. He slowed to a walk pausing to see the candles more now leading the great King to a certain destination.
He squinted his eyes looking at the corridor casually noticing the dirt was now sand as his huge hooves sunk in them. Snorting he threw his head up roughly and stamped a hoof, "What trickery is this?" he shouted as it echoed down the hallway. He also noted the hieroglyphs that were carved in the wall in a language older than time itself. Now he walked slower as his lion-like tail lashed from side to side in annoyance confused as to where he was. "Show yourself!" he commanded with a stomp of his hoof. The lights flickered still as if they were keeping watch over him. The stallion breathed with a jarred sigh and kept walking along the candles that led the way to an unknown place. Yet, Atemu was sure he remembered this place from a long time ago. He breathed deeply smelling the buried sands and clay molded around him. Everything was like the past yet when he tried to see the cave all he recognized was the Pyramid he was standing within. The King was confused to the point he paused and looked around realizing still the corridor continued into darkness. When he turned to look the way he had come from the same confusion hit him. "I command you to stop this immediately!" he bellowed as his voice echoed on forever. Atemu began to gallop as fast as he could down the corridor that seemed endless never stopping unless a wall prevented him from moving in that direction. Just how long was this cave he wondered? He kept traveling till he desired thirst that would quench his throat and soul. Then he picked up on the sound of running water which he moved blindly toward. By now the great stallion's chest was covered in a thick frothy foam from his exhaustion. No longer did he feel chilled to the bone but dehydrated and desiring something to drink.
When he found what he had sought he drank deeply for it was Nile water which the stallion drank when he was a foal. He accepted it graciously letting the smooth cold liquid course through his body and quench his throat. It was the most amazing drink he had taken since his time back at the palace. Breathing deeply he plunged his head into the water submerging it up to his throat. For a moment he wondered if death was coming from him in this sealed tomb. Then the golden brown stallion raised his head slowly and blinked for there was a light not too far away from where he stood. He narrowed his eyes then moved slowly toward the light bringing the great King out into the sunlight.
"It was just raining a moment ago. I do not understand this at all", he announced to no one in particular.
As the Atemu stepped out in the light he was standing in the Palace once again. He saw a figure standing there down by the great Nile river soaking up sunlight. He moved skeptically toward a filly he noted that just stood there looking out over the great river. He shook his head moving closer then stopped looking at her again. She seemed a bit taller now but he knew his childhood sweetheart.
"Isi? Is it really you?" he asked looking at her in shock. The filly turned to look at him and nodded. She smiled as her eyes laid upon him though she didn't speak.
Atemu narrowed his eyes more, "Why are you here? Are you dead like I've been told? You are a ghost aren't you! You are here to taunt me! Answer me" he shouted feeling distraught and unsettled. The filly shook her head then began walking away slowly.
The King raised a brow, "Then why do you walk away from me Isi. Why? If this is nothing but a trick I am not amused. I am the great Pharaoh and I demand an answer.
The filly smiled and began walking out in the water as she started to fade away. As she reached the other bank from the river she paused, "Come find me Aty..... I'm waiting for you". Her voice was soft yet he knew it well. Then she laughed and galloped off disappearing into the bright sunlight that swallowed his view of her.
Atemu stamped his hoof and looked around. He stood in darkness as the rain outside was pouring outside still. The pyramid smell was gone as was the flickering lights from the candles. He simply stood in a damp cave feeling the chill race up his spine.
"I'm going mad. I simply am losing my mind in this world I am forced to live in" he grumbled, "I need to find Celendria. She is common like the others and yet she is a sage that may help this madness finally rest" he said to himself as he bent his front legs then his back pulling him downward to lie on the cold earthen floor.
"Sleep. Yes I'll see to that first then seek out the elder." He then closed his eyes and prayed to the Gods that he could rest without their torment for one night.
As the weather droned on the stallion slept in a state of torment and uncertainty. When he awoke his eyes flickered open painfully realizing the night with its bad tidings had dispersed elsewhere. Yawning he stretched lashing his lion-like tail back and forth to get his body movements going. Easing his head outside his nostrils took in the smell of a wetland drying peacefully after a storm had passed. How long he had been here seeking sanctuary in this cave the stallion had no clue. What his instincts told him though was the safe passage he could venture out into rather than the endless void the night before. The cave was a bit murky in its opening but the ground saturated of rain made his hooves sink downward into the much that was once mud. His muzzle curled back to his front teeth in disgust as a "sloping" noise could be head as he walked forward. It reminded him of those sinking sand pits pulling you downward but this was more vocal sucking around his hooves without permission. When he pulled up his legs one after another a splattering of mud echoed onto his Egyptian cloths sinking into his golden fur.
"Wonderful" he groand in mock disgust, "I do hope all this land isn't this mud based or I may be in need of a bath before the day is through".
Snorting he moved a little faster forgetting the spraying mud upon his side till he stopped. The Princely King definitely needed a bath that was a unanimous vote by any creature that would see him right now. He never understood the locals and their odd tolerance of the weather here involving water be it rain. sleet. or snow. Oh how they'd mock him back home for such sight since a royal was addressed in any meeting being prim and proper. One does not lie in the mud and stain their clothes there visual must be that in the face of a deity. In other words perfect and absolute would come to mind to name a few. He moved a little easier now picking up from a trot followed by a canter. His ears honed in on the jingling sensation of his golden accessories which was almost musical as his gait pulled him into a beginning gallop. Now his hooves weren't sinking into the mud rather they were finding the footing of solid ground more doable with tolerance. His hooves drove themselves into the ground pushing himself faster that for moments of a time he felt as if he were flying above the ground. Already the sun was high soaking up the moisture that the rain had saturated itself into leaving the warmth in the storm's place. He tossed his head racing faster as if he were a free spirited foal again. He urged his thoughts to go backwards to those dreams, to her again but they refused as if they had shared too much already.
"How can I find you if you're dead Isi. Why do you torment me even in remembered spirit?" he questioned himself as his feet thundered across the ground.
The Prince slowed his gallop to a canter followed by a trot as his frustration built itself within again. It was a recurring nightmare after all so why did his withers get chills whenever he revisited those moments when they decided to poke him painfully in satire. He completely forgot his ultimatum momentarily of his task before he had dozed off warding away the eternal storm that plagued him. Then his eyes widened, "How could I forget the elder!" Now he felt dejected that vision or the mere thought of it was making him manic and clinically insane. For her sake hoped she would have an answer because in all due honesty of an Egyptian Prince's heart he couldn't bear to face the fact his chosen mate from the court was gone. But, if she truly was just a lingering remembrance then why was it torture as if her spirit was alive and well. It was true frustration in his mind that she was lingering there just out of reach. Noticing a stream his ears swived forward wandering over to drink from it as he had the night before. Closing his eyes he drank deeply leaving those nightmares behind or so he thought. As he reopened his eyes he met a reflection in the stream that wasn't his own rather a pretty face he remembered from his youth. He snorted pulling back sharply to look around him for the other that gazed back with those beautiful deep eyes.
No one was there but him.
He dared himself to look back in the reflection noting a disgruntled confused stallion dressed in Egyptian attire staring back at him. He had to seek the elder and make things right. Atem had to know if she was truly dead and a malicious spirit proved its hideous nature tormenting him daily. Shaking his head he looked at the sun then over the Northern horizon. Now he knew what he needed to do even if he was mad and overly ambitious the filly he knew as Isi still could be out there somewhere.
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Leite Sa Chrann Piorra (irishgirl1017) x Dhizi Hart (Dragon Berri)
Themes ~~~ Fluffy winter coats (FLUFF)?: Yes ~~~ Snow and ice themes?: Yes ~~~ Wintery colors?: Yes ~~~ Wintry markings?: Yes ~~~ Additional things you do not want to get:
Accessories ~~~ Bells?: Yes ~~~ Scarves?: Yes ~~~ Blankets?: Yes ~~~ Holly/mistletoe?: Yes ~~~ Furry accessories?: Yes ~~~ Ribbons and bows?: Yes ~~~ Lanterns?: Yes ~~~ Wintry pets?: Yes ~~~ Additional things you do not want to get: -
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Zuri (irishgirl1017) x Angelica Rose (Angelica Rose)
Themes ~~~ Fluffy winter coats (FLUFF)?: Yes ~~~ Snow and ice themes?: Yes ~~~ Wintery colors?: Yes ~~~ Wintry markings?: Yes ~~~ Additional things you do not want to get:
Accessories ~~~ Bells?: Yes ~~~ Scarves?: Yes ~~~ Blankets?: Yes ~~~ Holly/mistletoe?: Yes ~~~ Furry accessories?: Yes ~~~ Ribbons and bows?: Yes ~~~ Lanterns?: Yes ~~~ Wintry pets?: Yes ~~~ Additional things you do not want to get: -
Holiday Themes ~~~ Would you like something representing Winter Holiday?: Yes ~~~~~~~~ If yes which holiday (Xmas, Hanukah, Kawanza, New Years Ramadan, etc) : - Christmas ~~~ Holiday themes to avoid (Santa hats, present packages, all, none etc): -None
