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Detour - Ruske - 04-07-2014
[ @[Mermaid] first <3 ] RE: Detour - Mermaid - 04-11-2014 MERMAID AND WE DANCED LIKE A WAVE ON THE OCEAN, ROMANCED WE WERE LIARS IN LOVE AND WE DANCED
The hairy wall I’ve come to lean against is comforting but just when I’ve gotten cozy and begun to consider drifting off to sleep I am bumped and nudged to bleary wakefulness. A rough voice keeps me from going completely under… stand, walk, move… it prompts me and I listen primarily because I haven’t the strength of will to do anything else at the moment. I do not comprehend the urgency, only the persistent commands. In my confusion I find the voice aggravating, like a fly that won’t quit buzzing about my head and I think perhaps it will be silent if I do as it demands. So I convey my wobbly self, under my own power, in the wake of the stranger who owns that voice. Some time later when I am thinking clearly I might realize what I owe him, and that he has made himself a truer friend in these few hours than any I have ever known. Just now I understand only that I am to follow and follow I do. As we trudge along I find myself distracted by his strange tufted tail. Is my tail like that too? Have I ever even seen my own tail?… Just as I am stopping so that I might stretch my neck around and flick said tail forward to investigate another command to walk issues my way. Right… stand… walk… I do it without really thinking about it. Then I get to thinking about it and wonder… why? Where am I going, why must I go there? Who is it that is telling me I must? HOME! The memory of the word echos in my mind and suddenly I perk up, yes… home! He is taking me there... I want to go there… I can not remember why… I do not care... Flies… flies… buzz… buzz… buzzing… I shake my head in growing aggravation but I keep moving spurred on by that one word. The longer I move the easier I find that movement to be. My stumbles are less and my steps more sure, I still can not see straight or poke through the fog in my brain but I continue to be unaware of those facts. I hear the crashing of the waves before I register what the sound is but it is soothing, welcoming, familiar. There is sand under my hooves, it is real honest sand rather than cave dust pretending to be sand. He stops in front of me but I move forward to look around him turning my face to the blue, the beautiful, endless blue. I do not need clear sight to know what I am looking at. “Home… yes, home...” My words are breathy but clearer than they were back at the river side. I close my eyes, lower my head and rub my face in the sand. I drop to the ground and sprawl on my side… “Sleep… watch for me?” It is a question, a plea, not a demand but I can not keep my grasp on my waking self long enough to register the answer. SWEPT AWAY FOR A MOMENT BY CHANCE RE: Detour - Ruske - 04-14-2014
[ @[Mermaid] Sorry about the wait. Was hoping someone else might want to pop in. ] RE: Detour - Mermaid - 04-30-2014 MERMAID AND WE DANCED LIKE A WAVE ON THE OCEAN, ROMANCED WE WERE LIARS IN LOVE AND WE DANCED
I am not conscious of it but he does as I asked, promising to watch and taking a stance above me while doing his best to look intimidating. Really, I do not know how lucky I am to have come across him. In what other world has a stranger ever been so kind to me? In my current state I do not know what it is I have truly asked but he does. He knows it could well be a death watch he has agreed to, a death watch for someone he has never even properly met, and yet he does it anyway. If I could have eased his worry, told him I am not really so bad off, I would have. The sun shines brightly adding a pretty golden glow to the surroundings and helping, along with the heat seeping from the sand, to ward off the lingering chill. I take no notice of the sun or the good it is doing me though for I sleep unwisely and I dream too deeply. Asleep in the height of the day and dreaming with the sun warming my hide. Had I been more myself when the blackness reached out to pull me under I would have fought it for I hate to dream. My dreams are always of things I wish I did not remember but would not forget even if I could. Gazing disconnectedly into the depths of my memories I see the sands of the silver beaches and a younger version of myself coming face to face with the light of my heart for the first time. The hours spent with the golden stallion come flooding back all tumbled together, the happy hours and the miserable ones both… In that world, the world I remember, I thunder down the expanse of silver sand racing happily along that well known and beloved shore with another set of hooves pounding behind me. He catches me as he always does, nips my flank but instead of breezing on past he keeps pace with his head by my side. We reach the cove that was our goal and splash in the calmer water together. Later we rest, sprawled side by side in the sand and I ask him why he did not win. His answer, “I will always be just over your shoulder when you are alone and when you are not, when you need me most or simply wish to see my face. Look behind you, I will be there.” We were young and naive in our idealism, he did not mean to lie… I know he did not. In the real world I snort in my sleep and my skin twitches as if reacting to unexpected contact… In that world, the world of my dreams born from memory, the scene skips. It is a day that starts out happily with my son at my side and my lover behind me. We travel to the bluffs above the shore, a fine climb not too steep but enough to work young Zetto’s muscles a little and perhaps help to build his flagging strength. Papa finds us there hours later with the news that his boarders have been breached and he needs Deagor’s help. Zetto and I remain on the bluffs and settled down for an afternoon nap. Later still I wake and Zetto does not… In the real world my legs kick out sharply then move as if running though my hooves are not touching the ground… He was not there behind me when I needed him most, when I was lost and did not know what to do. He never would be again, but I was not aware of this part yet. I ran, ran blind, looking for my sisters, or the other older mares in the herd, looking for anyone, anyone who could help me. Of course, no one could… In the real world my legs stop moving abruptly and my breath shifts from the measured rise and fall of slumber to the short, strained gasps of panic but I do not rise to wakefulness SWEPT AWAY FOR A MOMENT BY CHANCE @[Ruske] - Also very sorry for the extra long wait, I too was hoping others might join but I think everyone I invited is too busy. RE: Detour - Ruske - 05-04-2014
@[Mermaid] RE: Detour - Mermaid - 05-04-2014 MERMAID AND WE DANCED LIKE A WAVE ON THE OCEAN, ROMANCED WE WERE LIARS IN LOVE AND WE DANCED
In my other world, the world of dream and memory, I continue to run until I am found by a brother returning from the fight. A brother who is hunting for me, a brother bringing very bad news. I do not believe the words he offers, I shake off his attempts at comfort and sane speech. He is too worn, too injured himself to pursue me in my mad flight. I come to the place where battle raged not long before and see Father standing over a prone form, a prone and heart wrenchingly familiar form. I love you Father, you know I do, but I would sooner have seen you sprawled on the ground like that… sooner you than him, my prince, my other half, my Deagor. Another, much older brother with more sense than kindness to his name charges and drives me away. In the real world my struggle to breath continues... A comforting caress, a voice both silvery and rough, soothing despite the hard edges… my eyes flutter open and that other world that I walk, the past, melts away but my mind is still muddled. “Deagor?” My head lifts slightly to meet the gaze that watches me, deep, confusing, warm, guarded, welcoming and something other all at once. I have done this before, mistaken others for the ones I have lost and I am still confused enough now to do so again. It is not my beloved standing before me, but my eyes see only what they want to see and my other senses are too slow to stop me from making a fool of myself… again. The tears begin as I struggle to gain purchase in the soft sand and haul myself upright. My convulsive shaking has subsided but I am still unsteady on my legs. I walk to him, sobs coming freely now and move to bury my face in his shoulder if he lets me. The words that I never got to say on that day come tumbling out, falling over each other in competition with the sobs. “Deagor! Oh, Deagor… our baby is dead...” And why were you not there? In my heart I know he had left me to safeguard our son while he went to help safeguard our herd. I am the one who failed our Zetto… SWEPT AWAY FOR A MOMENT BY CHANCE @[Ruske] RE: Detour - Ruske - 05-05-2014
@[Mermaid] RE: Detour - Mermaid - 05-05-2014 MERMAID AND WE DANCED LIKE A WAVE ON THE OCEAN, ROMANCED WE WERE LIARS IN LOVE AND WE DANCED
Slowly, slowly, the sleep and dream fog wears off and amidst my sniffles the voice speaks to me again. It is certainly familiar but not well known and not in the least beloved. At this realization I go stiff and then begin backing up. Clearly I have made a mistake of embarrassing proportion; here I am blubbering all over someone I am not even sure that I really know. Very undignified behavior, especially for one of my age. Still sniffling and still confused I peer up through tears, thick forelock and sunlight to meet his long suffering gaze. “I suppose so...” Good fortune indeed, since it appears that he is a complete stranger. Turning away I lock the ocean in my view and move slowly in that direction. At the shoreline I study the waves, this is an ocean sure enough, but it is not my ocean. This is not where I belong. Deagor is not here or anywhere near by, but I do not try to recall more than this where he is concerned for I have a strong sense that I will not like it when that memory does surface again. Glancing to each side of me I find that I am alone save for the patient stallion standing behind. That also seems wrong. There should be someone, something else. Not Zetto no, I could never forget the truth of that... but someone. The voice that I can now connect to the man named Ruske informs me that we are in Helovia. Helovia… Helovia… “Mermaid.” Absently I give my name as I continue to ponder the information he has provided. Helovia… Helovia… Welcome to Helovia. I am Lena, of the Aurora Basin. Unfortunately, you have arrived at an inopportune time. Helovia faces a threat amongst the shadows and the darkness. You are not safe here. “Yes, I remember. Lena took me to the caves to hide from the shadows. You...” I turn to look at him again with a careful, studying gaze. “You were not there in the caves, were you?” Not that I met every soul in that dark, dank place but I am quite convinced that I smelled them all at one time or another. How did I come to end up following Lena? I find that I know very little about her and so can only assume that I did not know her long. Where was I before, and with whom? Keeper take it all! I hate not knowing things that I should! Wait… Keeper… yes, Keeper… The Keeper, Goddess of Avenion. Avenion, Alejandro… that is what I am missing. My Axian! Of course I am missing him if I am no longer in Avenion. I look up to the sky. “I fell… I fell from a star...” A fall that landed me here in this place called Helovia where Alejandro can not exist. I was pushed through a hole in the fabric of time and space because I angered a Goddess. “Oh no, no, NO!” Agitated now I stamp a front hoof down on the water beofore me with feeling. A spray of salt water splashes up on all sides of that hoof and I let out an irritable huff of breath. “I do not want to start over again!” This is terribly childish and really whatever may have happened, there is no excuse for it coming from me. With a sigh and one more kick at the water for good measure I turn yet again to the horned male. “I owe you an apology for my behavior at the very least and much more than that I suspect. You saved me, didn’t you Ruske?” SWEPT AWAY FOR A MOMENT BY CHANCE @[Ruske] RE: Detour - Ruske - 05-06-2014
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