... `prophet still, if bird or devil

Subject: ... `prophet still, if bird or devil Sun Jan 08 2012, 17:36

How long had it been, she wondered, since she last saw another of her kind? It felt like years, although that was impossible. Probably over a month at least. Possibly a little bit longer. Odd how one could almost forget they were, in fact, a horse when there was no interaction with others of the same species. It was strange to be sure, however in the long periods of loneliness Remington had begun learning to communicate with birds. Her comprehension of the language was broken at best, but she had befriended a raven in her travels and they seemed to understand each other well enough. He was never too far from her now and would occasionally swoop in and hitch a ride on her neck. Normally he would rest upon a branch, cock his head to the side and stare at her as if she were supposed to read his mind. It was frustrating sometimes, but she was used to it by now. He had helped her in the past. One night during her travels a mangy, mad, starved wolf found her. If it weren't for the raven looking out for her Remington would have likely been mauled nearly to death before she could wake up. The raven's warning startled her awake and scared the wolf away. She enjoyed his company. He was incredibly smart and seemed to be able to understand her even if she couldn't generally understand him. She was learning at least.

Remington walked slowly but her senses were on high alert. They were always on high alert. Sometimes it drove her a little crazy because she would jump at any little noise and was constantly looking over her shoulder. She couldn't help herself, they were just habits that she assumed were from her past. A past she couldn't remember. Remington couldn't remember how many days, weeks, months she agonized over her past, searching her memory for any tiny detail that might help her remember where she was from and who she was. All she knew was her name and it was an unrevealing as the rest of her. She was of average size, average color, average build. The only thing remotely unique about her appearance was her striking golden eyes, like that of her raven friend. In fact, she was even as black as he was. There wasn't a sight of white on her which made it incredibly easy for her to simply slip into the shadows and remain unnoticed and unseen. Disappearing was her true talent. If she didn't want someone to find her then it would be nigh impossible for them to track her down. Hadn't she proved that already by lasting almost a year completely on her own?

Suddenly, a raven dropped from the trees above her squawking loudly, as if to remind her that she hadn't been fully alone the whole time. Remington glanced up at him and shook her head gently in amusement. He was right. She had only been alone half of the time. The sunlight leaked through the dense canopy above her and floated down in thin beams, making her look almost spotted as it played lightly across her back. Beneath her feet, deadfall and browned, dried leaves crunched softly, the noise almost drowned out by the rustle of the branches above her. The delicate breeze that moved the trees also lifted her thin, black forelock away from her face, pushing it up around her ears. The raven drifted slowly between the trees, enjoying the light wind that wound through the forest. He chuckled and swooped over to land on Remington's neck, gently preening between locks of her hair. Remington danced lightly and shook her head again, startling him into flight. He cawed indignantly and disappeared into the shadows of the forest.

Finally, Remington came to a small clearing in the woods. It was unnaturally circular and almost perfect in size. There was probably room for three horses of her size, but room enough only for two if one had an inflated ego. Remington stopped for a moment and stood completely still at the edge of the grassy glen, partially hidden in the shadows. Her nostrils flared sharply, searching for any scent out of the ordinary. The raven abruptly landed in the clearing, staring at her curiously. She stepped out of the trees and into the light.

Subject: Re: ... `prophet still, if bird or devil Mon Jan 09 2012, 19:46

Naarar

Copper wings stretched onto whispering plains, the feathered tips fluttering gracefully in the headlong winds as he dipped below it's cool relief and touched lightly upon the sandy banks of the river. His mass of wing span folding neatly to his sides with a proud snort and a toss of his ebony tresses, the bright blue of his orbs searching like always.

A quest, as he so called it, a quest for the best. A ill-humoured grin appeared upon the handsomely carved maw, the black tip nostrils flared in the continuation of the never ending search of perfection.

The scent of a distant mare caught his attention and a concession of swiftly placed hooves carried him elegantly towards her. The bright orbs roamed the length of her ebony coat, nodding with content at her unmarked and perfect body, hesitating at the small scar above her eye.

But even perfection must have a small imperfection.

He grinned internally and flipped on the charming speech as he flashed a flamboyant bow with his feathered wings.

"Ciao bella," he murmured huskily "welcome to my humble clearing you appeared to have stumbled upon."

He folded the wings once more neatly to his side and stepped closer, allowing his musky scent to fill her senses "I am Naarar."

OOC: unedited and badly written! So sorry for the shocking post...hopefully the next will be better.

Subject: Re: ... `prophet still, if bird or devil Tue Jan 10 2012, 20:18

It was a dark, dark mausoleum under the canopy of trees where tinted rays sunlight bounding across the leafed ground...each with death joining another. The world was falling asleep, her heart quietly resting as the birds ceased their singing and as the sky shone red like blood. Away they fled, to their perches, to the one that loved them, or maybe even two if they fared well with luck. But they ceased to exist where the waves crashed against a solid figure, dim in the twilight, eerie like a lonesome falling star, caressing the heavens with light..if only for a moment.

Twilight overcame them as the sun settled upon the dusty horizon and all too well did any know about the horrid acts committed as darkness settled upon the earth. Hatred filled creatures emerged from their wastelands to scavenge for their kind for the wretched herds. Their type festered upon the land, setting plague and despair on all they touched. Oh, but why, why was he not afraid? Crystalline orbs glared to the left...to the right, and nothing appeared to challenge him. There was only one answer. Ashton.

He was the king. But why, would a king be here of all places?

Earthy hue was the stag, doused with ivory creeping up his pillars like snow banks creeping up the sides of the earth, the rugged mountains only to reach the tip of purity at the most elevated peak. Incredible, they would call him, yet his attentions rarely soared past the protection of those he loved and the demands that the lands gave to him. Orbs of the lightest blue, beautiful like the sky on a warm summer day had a spark to them today, a bit of happiness swelling deep within. Perhaps, something good would come from this part of his life, but it wasn't the time to get his hopes up. He hadn't even seen her!

As his cream daggers moved with the grace and swiftness of a gazelle, he came upon a clearing. A bit of anxiety crept into his throat, but he released it immediately and knew in his heart that if it was meant to be today, it would be. His mother's words always rang true, when it came to love. Never be discouraged, young Alston...for you will find love. Only when it is meant to come to you and he found himself feeling warmth in his heart as he thought of her. Oh, how lonely she had to be, the previous queen of them all, left lonely with her lover's death. Alston always kept on mind that storm clouds were brewing closely in the horizon for him...with Frenzy - and an unwelcome visitor that somehow stumbled upon his abode.

Then her beauty, like a brick, struck him, eerie like a rose onyx glimmering in the sunlight. She had an essence about her though that made his shoulders quiver with astonishment....and..and he was starstruck.

All too well he knew about the dealings of the dark, yet he was nothing. He could only truly call himself neutral in the whole situation, for he stood in the middle. And here he was, already, leaping in her defense! He didn't even know her, but he knew it would take more than the pleasantness that he had acquired from becoming a king to impress her.

Quietly, he plodded up to her a bowed his skull neatly, a trickle of a smile peeling on to his lips. "I am Alston.." he said, hoping to receive a reply, his blue eyes shining with hope.

OOC: poor alston. xD finding the dark mare. Nicely written btw Kate, it looks good(:

Subject: Re: ... `prophet still, if bird or devil Thu Jan 12 2012, 17:30

Remington continued to survey the area, her golden eyes scanning everything from the smallest blade of grass to the rippling leaves on the trees. She started lightly as a shadow passed over her and slunk backwards into the darkness of the forest out of the direct light. It was likely too late, whatever it was must have seen her else it would not have passed so low to the ground. And suddenly a winged stallion dropped out of the sky above and into the clearing near the water. She couldn't help but be slightly envious of his wings, oh how glorious it would be to soar above the forests! Likely he couldn't speak to birds though. Remington eyed him curiously as he spun lightly around and made his way purposefully towards her. Her ears flicked back in slight annoyance. He was very sure of himself. Confident to the point of arrogance. However annoying it was, it was also somewhat admirable. The sunlight played lightly on his rippling mahogany coat as he came to a stop in front of her, flaring his dark nostrils and bowing low. The flippancy was also irritating. Sincerity was not, it seemed, one of his character traits. Fortunately, she'd dealt with many with similar personalities, though they didn't usually appreciate her dry sense of humor.

She snorted and tilted her head lightly to the side as if amused by him. Her ears tilted slightly farther back, displaying her slight displeasure. His clearing? Ridiculous. Whether his plan was intimidation or impressing, neither goal was really met. "Your clearing? An interesting claim to make, to be sure, especially considering there has been no sign of you here until...now." Her tone was light, non-aggressive, but still a challenge. She didn't have it in her to not call him out on his claims. Besides, it was more fun this way. Anyway, this was how the game was played, or at least, that was her instinct. Remington didn't really have previous experiences (that she knows of) to go on.

After speaking, Remington noticed that yet another stallion had entered the small clearing. It was getting crowded very quickly. This one was not winged, but he was just as handsome as the first, albeit in a different sense. He lacked the stubborn arrogance that the first, Naarar?, possessed. He wasn't lacking in confidence by any means, but he seemed...well she couldn't really describe the difference. She turned her blazing honeyed eyes towards him, shamelessly sizing him up. He was of a darker mahogany than the first with snowy white legs and blue eyes similar to the others'. It was rare that she had seen those of her kind with blue eyes, but apparently here it was more common. Or maybe she was just lucky enough to meet with two who were blessed with them. Another head dipped towards her. That was two who seemed want to impress her. Astonshing, really. She'd never encountered that with recent acquaintances before. They obviously were used to newcomers in these lands.

"Alston? Is that a family name, or something only you have been the recipient of?" she asked nonchalantly. Remington turned her body slightly to better face the both of them. This would truly be intriguing.

[OOC] Done. Smile

Not super pleased with it, but c'est la vie.

Subject: Re: ... `prophet still, if bird or devil Fri Jan 13 2012, 20:40

The world was a dark place, the sun lacking to bellow its brilliant rays as the bustling of the day settled. He was settled, not present with anxiety nor fear, for the events in one's life were not wrong if no provoking was upon the part of the one showing progressiveness. Just as the world could not change the hue of her terrain, he could not hide the content of his personality nor attempt to penetrate that of his own. All life being significant...it simply would not be fair to attempt to mold all to his desires. With such tyranny, a ruler could not rule with compassion.

It was odd how she seemed not to tend to the belligerent stag who with arrogance, stepped before them in the twilight. Alston had heard her claim to darkness...and even the aura around her seemed rather dark - yet she had not displayed any sign of darkness consuming her soul. Being more of the type to listen more than speak, himself, he paid careful attention to the tones of her vocals, the rise and fall of the sea as she spoke. It was raging at him, a tsunami of aggravated words flung towards him as he dared to speak rudely to the vixen although they were not aggressive - yet. With such pride, these obstinate creatures thought that by waltzing into a small territory it could be theirs, all theirs. Honor was won with time, not with force.

Narrar's response seemed delayed a bit as the earthy hued stag noticed her gaze rolling over the other to him almost instantly. Neutrality and care blazed in his orbs, the deepest sense of understanding overtaking him. Unlike most others, his perception was quite high - perhaps coming from his brilliant father or meek mother. There was much that she was holding back, he could sense, but he was not one of the pristine hierarchy of unicorns...so he could not say as to what, exactly her troubles were. They were all damaged, and that was why they were who they were...but sometimes the past caused changes, caused one to be different than they were destined to be. Alston couldn't help but think this was so in her case, but he was not going to ask - not yet. It was too soon for him to observe exactly who she was.

"I suppose you could say that. The names of my father and myself are quite similar, his being Ashton, but yet mine is unique to myself. It would be rather odd to name one another's name since each living creature is different, unique. We all have different woes...different experiences," he answered easily, speaking with lucidity. "I have not come to know of your calling, vixen. Might I inquire?" he asked, unknowing filling his bright features, yet it was not worry or the act of being unsure. And he waited, patiently, watching the other stag for his answer but the fae more directly.

Subject: Re: ... `prophet still, if bird or devil Wed Jan 18 2012, 17:13

OOC: Feel free to skip me..having a bad muse time atm...and Naarar doesn't seem to work xD

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