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Path to glor -ruin - Africa - 08-26-2014
The new season patrols had been set, and while she was delighted that Silk had been chosen to be her partner this time, Africa felt overwhelmed by the prospect. There was a new stress wrought through delicate grey features, a nervous apprehension that stemmed from the arrival home of one far better suited to the life of leadership than she; than even the Transcendent in all truth. She had spent little time home for this reason since in recent days, instead using the jovial atmosphere of Sky Island to bandaid her worry; sparring (a feat completely uncharacteristic) and generally avoiding the faces of her herd. She was a coward perhaps, the Starry-Eyed had never denied it, and as the threat of her overturn loomed ever closer (or would it be Sohalia?), the more alienated she made herself. Rumour travelled quickly, and word that one so fine had graced the sands of the Sun once again could only mean one thing. Africa chose not to venture back home that afternoon, it pained her terribly but she could not face the reality of it all. She had asked her bonded to return in her stead, to find the dragon-winged stallion and bring him to the Rotunda- far, far away from Gaucho. It was cooler there then she had expected. Gnarled shadows fell thick across the trail she paced, and a light breeze brushed the sweat slick across her agitated form. Africa shivered uncontrollably, though she could not tell whether stress or the low climate was the cause. Her only wing clung tightly to her mottled grey barrel, and nervous eyes swept this way and that, harried by the rustle of leaves, or the croak of a courting frog; even the flutter of bird’s wings stirred her paranoia. Of course no one is looking for me... She scolded herself harshly, snorting, and shaking heavily beneath plumes of red desert dust. ...and even if they were, I can’t fight destiny, silly. It saddened her to think that her role might be so easily lost, and she wondered timidly if she would not be better simply standing aside; she had never felt confident leading, never thought she was well enough suited. He might not even want his title back, she mused, gulping, because the suggestion (to her), was as ridiculous as the paranoia ruling her life. UGH... enough! The Starry-Eyed paused suddenly and eyes glanced down to find that she had worn a deep rut along the trail. Sighing deeply, she tried to push her reservations to the side. Where are you? Thoughts searched for her absent bonded, but for the moment his mind was closed. (@[Satanic Silk], permission to powerplay Silas. Open to any of course!) salsolastock | uplifting-stock | two-ladies-stocks foxyfirewings & larfsalot @deviantart subtlepatterns.com RE: Path to glor -ruin - Satanic Silk - 08-26-2014
RE: Path to glor -ruin - Africa - 09-01-2014
The leafy, pretty grove was alive with the chatter of birdlife, simple, cheerful creatures celebrating the last hours of light, and their mood was a stark contrast to the sober feeling plaguing the lone mare who trekked backwards and forwards below. She listened of course, pausing occasionally to gaze upwards, to see if she could find them – to prove their authenticity, and perhaps find her own thoughts hushed for a small while. It was during one such pause that she realised how serious her world had become; how she had been so infected by the woes around her, and had forgotten to appreciate the simpler gifts there right beneath her nose. Many nights she had spent during the first year of her Helovian life buried beneath vast forest canopies, tasting mushrooms and collecting the velvet roots of elusive ferns to dine on – delicacies that she had really, all but forgotten about. She remembered the Twix she and Silas had startled in the Threshold; it was the first time she had seen one, and the Basilisk and the pigeons, and the invigorating late summer ocean. Africa sighed deeply, stepping forward along the same trail, but with a little less tension driving each hoof forward. Where had her youth gone? That quiet spirit that saw only a rose-coloured world, and deflected the strain of events beyond her control. When had the furrow etched so gravely through her expression? The suddenness of the thought compelled a smile to pull free grey lips of their frown, and she felt a little better again. Long charcoal ears lifted from their bed of licking flames, and shoulders rolled as she smoothed along; the warble of the birds intensifying the more she concentrated. The flutter of wings however, and the prick of raptor talons against the skin swathing her rump drew her attention quickly though, and as she turned, she found the tattooed stallion approaching. The Starry-Eyed smiled softly, coyly, like always she did in his company, and she extended a quivering nose towards him as he spoke tenderly. Even despite her many reservations, he seemed so easily to lull her, to fill her with inexplicable giddiness. “Do you remember Gaucho the Wildfire?” She asked quietly, her voice glum and flat, “...He led Dragon’s Throat before the Darkness, with the Gallant. Well he’s home, and I don’t really know where that leaves me.” Africa knew not that her sister and fellow Sultana, Sohalia was courting the stallion – she presumed that either of their futures could have been on the brink... She stood apart from him, front on, and rocked her weight left to rest a back hoof jadedly. The one-winged mare was spent, both emotionally and physically. salsolastock | uplifting-stock | two-ladies-stocks foxyfirewings & larfsalot @deviantart RE: Path to glor -ruin - Aurelia - 09-01-2014 I join them. Starry-Eyed, Satanic, and Blaze Queen-- or poison-hearted. Actually, maybe I could be The Divergent. The Divergent would be a pleasant change from the Chaotic, which also happens to be a choice for my title. But what am I saying? I'm never going to become lead. Why would anyone allow m to be lead? Africa won't even let me enter the herd. I'm crazy to even hope I'll rule besides her. She hates me. Hates everything I stand for. She hates that I've finally found someone to love. She didn't hide her disappointment when I told her Destry was my mate well. YA, we get it Africa. You don't like me. If you did like me, you'd let me join the Throat. Leaders shouldn't hold grudges. Especially not against suicidal mares that suck at fighting. I fall under that category. "Evening. Silk, how've you been since.. you know? And Africa, has it not been long enough for me to ask to join?" My words clearly point towards something sexual or embarrassing when speaking to Silk, but then my tone becomes bitter as Africa is addressed. Since Africa did not let me join back then, I've grown accustomed to life as an outcast. AND DAMN, no rules is pretty nice! Maybe I don't want to join the Throat anymore! "It leaves you as Sultana. He has entered the herd, kick him out if you don't want him there. I'd be glad to do it! He attacked me randomly when I invited him there. Ha, how foolish am I? Approach a stallion who you used to love and expect a warm greeting! Nope, nope. I got a snakebite and burns." I quite my ranting and turn away from them, as if gesturing to them that I am leaving. Let them stop me before I go and I'll stay, otherwise I'm off to terrorize some horses with fire. Ya, I think I've given up on sanity. RE: Path to glor -ruin - Satanic Silk - 09-05-2014
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