Shylael
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Post by Shylael on Nov 13, 2009 0:41:21 GMT -5
((sorry for the wait! I will get a response in as soon as I can!))
"Suki," I said, a swift nod of my head accepting the information and storing it deeply in my memory. She was someone to remember, that much i could tell already.
"Most mares find a nice herd and settle down... the whole foals and family thing," I said with a shrug, still glancing nervously at the ghost who hovered quite close to Suki. They seemed to be interested, which was the best I could do for the time being.
"I don't think I'm cut out to be a herd stallion though, and that's what all the bachelors out here are aiming for... they form groups as well, sooner or later, and I simply don't enjoy being around them," I continued my hooves remaining planted in the ground so that, even if I wanted to move them it would have made it a little difficult to take the first step. I wriggled them just a bit deeper down.
"I don't mean to be offensive of course, you're just the first mare I've met out here..." which wasn't entirely true. I'd met one or two... but they were both deceased and one was even with the ghost of a protective stallion who, although determined, could not drive me away. His kicks and bites whisped through my body and only tickled, like a breath on my ear or the wind across my back.
((My swim season just started lol... we had practice for nearly three hours two days in a row. Sorry for the wait!))
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Shylael
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Post by Shylael on Nov 14, 2009 16:53:12 GMT -5
((bump/update ))
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Lell
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Post by Lell on Nov 15, 2009 0:12:40 GMT -5
(it’s ok :3) My smirk twitched into a frown for a second at the colt’s decision to dig his hooves deeper into the ground, but then I returned to my dark smile. Silly mortal, I noticed everything. “Ah, but like I said, I am no ordinary mare. I have no interest in foals. I haven’t for a long time.” I said, smiling innocently. “Almost 300 years in fact…” Jaiden whispered into my ear. My back leg swung at him, hitting him squarely in the ribs. He let out a gasp, and retreated away a few steps. I grinned in satisfaction, then looked up at Jonathan. He didn’t possess the powers I had. Then again, he wasn’t from where I was from, and I wasn’t from where he was from. It evened out, sort of.
I tilted my head, eyes flashing. “You see him, don’t you?” I said in a dark, sultry voice. Almost daring him to answer me, I was the Queen. I was better than them all. Let them try NOT to answer me. “He stands behind me. You see him.” This time, it wasn’t a question. It was a statement. “He is dead, you know. I see your every move, you can’t hide anything from me. Answer truthfully.”
It was all a game.
And this game was only just beginning.
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Shylael
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Post by Shylael on Nov 15, 2009 1:51:36 GMT -5
“He is dead, you know. I see your every move, you can’t hide anything from me. Answer truthfully.”
Well I suppose that's better than just telling her straight out... WAIT, she could see him too!
I ducked my head with a sheepish grin, my forelock covering my eyes once again, sheilding them from the harsh sunlight and the scrutiny of others, as I assessed her words. 300 years was a long time... far too long for any normal, mortal creature. She could also see the dead, much like myself, but it was apparent that she could also interact with them, whereas I could only enjoy their company while they lasted. I wondered what it was like...
"Yes... I can," I said, perhaps a bit too softly, "I can see ghosts, spirits of those who have past. I can have little interaction with them however... sight is all I possess."
I was becoming even more nervous, surprisingly, by her obvious pleasure in the conversation. I was glad to have found someone with whom I could share my ability with, who would not judge me like the others, but at the same time it made me uneasy. I knew of my heritage, although my mother had seemed hesitant to accept it. I knew my father was a demon... and so I was cursed in a similar fashion, but just because I saw dead beings did not prove that. If Suki was a demon though... it would make sense. I wasn't about to spring that kind of thing on her though... no that was a bit too out of place considering the state of things.
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Lell
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Post by Lell on Nov 16, 2009 15:17:51 GMT -5
There was no way he could be a mortal with that kind of power. I could smell demon in his blood, he was in some way related to one, but he was no where near as powerful as I. Had he been an immortal like I, he might had had abilities such as mine. He was afraid of me, it shivered through the air in thick waves, and it made this whole interaction all the more enjoyable. He wasn’t like me, and yet he was. We were both cursed in some way; though he wouldn’t live long enough to even scratch the surface of my power, even if he attempted to develop it. I would forever live on. He would not.
“Just sight?” I echoed, tilting my head. I stepped out of the way as my father stepped forward, gazing him over curiously. “He can’t be a mortal.” He whispered to me. “Hush.” I hissed in response. “You are not wanted here. Be gone.” I snapped, and he just glared in response. Without a word, he turned and disappeared into the air.
“Why are you afraid of me?”
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Shylael
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Post by Shylael on Nov 17, 2009 0:45:40 GMT -5
"Afraid?" I repeated, thinking it over myself, "I suppose I just never expected... no one's ever been able to relate to me, or I to them. I just find it so... unnerving. I guess that's how everyone felt around me..."
I was mumbling again, my brain a bit muddled, as I watched the ghost stallions dissipated into the atmosphere, leaving Suki and I to our business. I still wondered what she could be, trying to rule things out, trying to prove she was at least part demon like me... but if I did find that out how would I react? It was obvious that I was nervous simply by knowing that she was a Medium... similar to me at least. Were things like this better left unsaid?
"But am I not wise to be cautious? The only beings I know of who can interact with the dead are demons... and they are clever creatures," I continued, glancing up to see if she would react to the title, "My father tricked my mother well enough. She still refuses to see that I am his spawn and no one elses. Perhaps one day she'll understand... but I'm losing myself again."
With a small toss of my head I glanced up at the skies, curious to see if mentioning my father would, in some strange way, bring him out of hiding to face me. I greatly wished to know who he was, and if he was important, powerful, or even just a simple trickster. I just wanted to meet him...
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Lell
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Post by Lell on Nov 18, 2009 19:41:52 GMT -5
Demon.
The word was sugar coated, a breath of fresh air to me. Demon…but I was not the type of ‘demon’ he was referring to, the demons I was thinking of…my version of his demons were commonly called Wraiths, nasty little buggers too. I was simply black blooded, Deonocirantaro by accident. I was never meant to exist like this. These jagged markings…those steal grey scars of insanity, they weren’t there once. Massive, beautiful wings used to rest at my shoulders, and my eyes…they used to be such a beautiful blue, powder blue, sky blue, I was never quite sure. Now they were a disturbing maroon, my pupils unusually cat like, rather than round and warm.
Demon.
Such a misused word.
“What you are speaking of…there is a different word for it. Wraith, my…my kind calls it. Rotting, decaying creatures, clever like foxes, able to mask their disgusting bodies with those of pure black stallions. Why am I not afraid of you then? Your eyes, I guess. Wraiths have very, very different eyes…” I faded off at that, shuffling around with my hooves awkwardly. How could I tell him, I might as well get it out, get it done.
“Powers such as ours are given very rarely, Jonathan, but not as rare as…some others. There are even some humans who posses our powers, very few among our…among our kind.” Our kind? I wasn’t really quite sure. My wine colored eyes flashed. “Not just demons. Sure, most I have heard of have been related to demons one way or another. Well, Wraiths in my travels. But I find the term ‘demon’ offensive. I am a Deonocirantaro, commonly referred to as Demons, yet we are not those beasts from Hell.”
I looked up, staring him down with my burning eyes.
“We are cursed in another way entirely.”
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Shylael
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Post by Shylael on Nov 20, 2009 22:59:25 GMT -5
“We are cursed in another way entirely.”
I was surprised I admit. I had only heard the term demon used before even wraith hadn't been in my vocabulary, let alone Deonocirantaro, but I obviously had a few less years than Suki. I had no idea that she would take offense but for some reason I felt no guilt. She was defending her position and I could relate to such actions, but her piercing eyes unsettled me...
"Obviously I am newer to the world than you, Suki," I said as an apology, "Your knowledge definitely has greater expanses than my own for all I know is from stories from my mother and her friends. Not all of them were factual as is expected, but what I do remember from those tales is that my father was a pure black stallion... strong and clever. Beyond that, I know nothing about what he was or what I am."
I glanced up into the sky as my black pelt began to sting in the heat of the day and realized that it was nearly noon. My least favorite part of the day was the time the sun was highest in the sky... the heat of the star burned my pelt strongly and always made me uncomfortable... no I much preferred the darkness of night and the glow of the moon.
"But I really would like to know some things... I can tell you are knowledgeable about the things i want to know too," I said to her, returning my attention to the mare, "Would you mind traveling with me for a little while? Atleast to someplace cooler. The heat of the sun burns my back..."
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Lell
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Post by Lell on Nov 23, 2009 15:00:40 GMT -5
Companionship?
Go with him?
“The noon burns you? Odd. Very odd…” Wraith like. Should I follow with him, or wander off alone again? Alone, without friends…constantly waiting, praying, that my family possibly needed me for some huge, massive war with wraiths or demons of any sort…like Zirika or Myrrh…sighing, I shifted my body to face him wholly. “Yes, I will travel with you.” I replied, smiling a bit, and pushed past him into the shadows of the trees on the top of the hills. That was the closest I had gotten to him, our pelts barely touching when I pushed past him. His blood…smelled like…
Wraith. Demon. Whatever the hell you wanted to call it.
My eyes narrowed, but I kept quiet, tossing my head and waiting in the shadows for my newfound companion.[/size]
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