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What's an It? - Spice - 11-29-2014 The filly realized that the grey colt seemed so proud to be talking about his father. Well she would be proud if her father had hardly ever lost a battle. That would be amazing. When he explained how close they where to getting there, she was exited. Willing to do anything right then just to get there and play with him. And be free. But aren't I free now? In this new world, I could just run around and do whatever the heck I want... But joining this herd will it bound me here? I don't want to be like my mother. Bound by the lands that birthed her. I want to be like my father. The one who ventured away from home, just a little. Unlike my scared mother who was ashamed of leaving. Why? I don't even know. Her own weird thoughts where cut off by the soft nudge on her shoulder by Rhoa. He had said something about it. What was an it? "it?" She exclaimed, standing where she stood as he hurried to the left. "it what?!" The filly crinkled her nose, eyes struck with a curious glimmer of green. What in the world is an it? Was he calling her an [i]it? She didn't understand what he was saying. But, he had tapped her and she didn't know what else to do but follow. She danced after him, prancing, with a gleeful smile on her face. Though, she didn't know the game, she raced after him. "No, your an it!" She called after him, though she did not tap him as the game was trly played. But of course, the little filly didn't know that. She would wonder how to play, and try to catch on. But this time she had hardly any clue. She dashed after him over the land bridge, her mane flying and tossing. Already starting to dry if the short dip into the cool blue-green water. She whinnied, as she followed. ooc;;on a mobile c: @[Rhoa] RE: What's an It? - Rhoa - 11-29-2014 rhoa i walk in the air
It occurs to me as we run that she isn't chasing me quite the way that she should. I mean, yes of course she's running after me, but she isn't chasing me. Doesn't she know how to play - What's an It?. Oh. She doesn't. Maybe I should feel sad for her - she's never seen the sea and doesn't know how to play tag - what sort of upbringing could she have had? I know we are both young, and she seems a bit older than I am, but even I know about those things. They seem fairly fundamental to me. If I asked her if she'd ever met the bird-lady, or seen the Moon Goddess I bet she would say no, and that seems okay ... those don't seem to be the type of things that you have to know. But tag? How could anyone not know how to play tag? between the rain through myself & back again. "No! Tag is a game!" I call laughing as I dart away from her. My hooves leave the land bridge and touch upon the reddish sands of the Throat. It feels good to be home. I belong here. I hope Spice likes it too. I'm thirsty and so I direct us towards the Oasis as I continue explaining. "When I touch you, you become it. The only way to stop being it is to tag someone else!" My legs stretch out beneath me as I lead us across the crimson sands towards our inland lake. Maybe if she's never seen the sea before, she will be equally impressed by the water that floods the interior of the Throat? I move quickly and easily - this is probably my heritage from Mother. She is much lither and leaner than Father is, and I'm thankful for that. Don't get me wrong, I think Father is handsome and strong, but there's something appealing about the way my body is long and quick, rather than just a mountain of muscle. But the again, maybe it will be one day. As I near the water I turn my head around for a moment to find Spice. On the sand it's harder to hear if you're being followed, or where they are. The granules soften the sound, dampening it. I buck as I go, feeling frisky and free and young. It is warmer here in the Throat, a blessing from our deity. Where? I don't know. RE: What's an It? - Spice - 11-29-2014 The filly was trying to catch onto this weird new game. The more she tried to understand the reason that they used the word it the more she partially understood. Smiling, she chashed after him, picking up speed as he neared the small sea in the middle of the reddish-sands. She wonders how small seas can really get until they are puddles. Hm, I guess I'll just have to ask. When he starts to buck, and look back at her, she uses this opportunity to speed up, kicking harder with her back legs, faster. Faster... She reaches out her muzzle aiming on his neck, attempting to tap up gently, hoping she would hit him on the neck lightly and not hurt him. She whinnied, parting from him in case she had touched him and broke off from their path to the little sea. She opened her wings, trying to lift off as he had, picking up a quick canter, then soon a gallop, her breath quickening she didn't feel the ground under her hooves. "Ahhehh..." she called, not knowing what to do next, she started to flap as her mother had done once in a while to air out her own perfect white wings. She lifted, the sky closing in around her. She looked down, trying to spot Rhoa. She hadn't noticed how high she had gotten before she could only see him as as spot, slowing her flaps, she managed to stay in one place in the sky, though putting a lot of strain on her muscles, she didn't know what to do next, and before she knew it, her wings gave way. She didn't know how long she was up in the sky, but it had hurt too much. She plummeted, her mane and tail flying up, she forces her wings out once again to catch her body in a current, holding on as it pulls her whole body into an awkward turn back around that little sea, wide and weird and...awesomely different. She had been too afraid and worried about dying to notice how free she was. Flying...she could go anywhere. With some practice, probably. When she got closer to the ground, her face twisted in a hard expression of disorient and concentration, she angles her wings down, the wind glided over them as she slowed to a stop, though he feet hitting the ground with a really hard thud, she continued the momentum, running, she twisted, her ankle not supporting the quick body shift, she tumbled over on her back, pulling in her wings quickly she rolled over on the sand. And for a moment, she just payed there. Clueless to what had just happened. She was only trying to getbaway from the tag she didn't expect something as thrilling and crazy as that to happen. Let alone her almost braking her freaking ankle off! She smiled, though she lay there in all kind of different mild pains, she smiled and smiled. Her mane ruffled and filled with sand, she didn't move. Breathing heavily, she just tried to catch her breath. Breath...Breath... RE: What's an It? - Rhoa - 11-29-2014 rhoa i walk in the air
She touches my neck and darts away and I see that she understands - or at least, it seems like she does. I hear myself laughing and feel a smile as it parts my lips. My wing splays after her, trying to touch her body as she darts away but I miss. I'm glad. I'm happy to chase after her. Her strides quicken and I find myself racing to keep up. She's doing remarkably well running on the sands, most find it difficult at first, but you build up stamina and muscle fairly quickly. I watch as her wings release from her flanks and the way that the wind begins to gently pull and tug at the feathers. between the rain through myself & back again. Is she ... ? Yes, yes she is. Her body rises into the sky and I find myself skidding to a halt. I don't know why I didn't follow her - maybe I am feeling protective, I'm not really sure. She said she's never flown before, but there she goes. Like a natural. Then again, I suppose we are all naturals. It's our birthright to fly after all. I raise one of my wings to shield the light from the sun so that I can watch her as she climbs higher and higher. Her body is just a silhouette now, and I feel fear begin to grip my chest. I promised her that the sands provided a soft place to land ... but no matter how soft the landing was, it wouldn't matter if she fell from such a height. Nervously, I begin to pace back and forth slightly, watching as she angles her body and begins to drop. WAIT. I can't tell if she's falling or flying. I rise onto my hind legs, spinning slightly with my wings outstretched to watch her descent. I still can't tell. I can't tell, I can't tell, I can't tell! I've seen mother do maneuvers like that, Father too when he's trying to land quickly. Is that all this is? For a moment I pray to the Sun God that she lied to me - that she really is an expert flier and that this is just a show. Please don't let her be falling, please don't let her be- Her wings stretch from her sides and now it looks like she's going to land alright. I feel a wave of relief wash over me as I hasten to reach the spot I think she's going to land. As I near, I see sand erupt from where she's landed and see her body land amidst the red granules. She isn't getting up. SHE ISN'T GETTING UP. "Spice!" I call frantically as I rush to her side. I collapse onto my knees, trying to see if anything is broken or if she is bleeding. As my gaze reaches her face I notice that she is smiling. Dead pegasi don't smile, do they? They also don't breathe a voice reminds me, as I notice that her chest is still rising. I sigh relieved, nudging her shoulder gently with my nose. "Are you okay?" Where? I don't know. RE: What's an It? - Gaucho - 11-29-2014
RE: What's an It? - Spice - 11-29-2014
RE: What's an It? - Rhoa - 11-30-2014 rhoa i walk in the air
between the rain through myself & back again. She moves and words tumble from her lips. I'm okay... They cushion my heart and I feel instantly better. I don't even know what I would do if she weren't alright. Would I be blamed? I probably would, considering I brought her here. I was her escort. I can hear the ridicule how - Rhoa, Prince of the Throat allows a pegasus to die on the sands. I push these thoughts from my mind with a shiver as a shadow falls over Spice's body. A large shadow. I know that shadow.. Father. I look up, gulping slightly as Mara slithers towards me. I nudge the snake gently as she nuzzles me, settling on my knees. Quickly I turn to Spice, whispering, "Her name is Mara. She's friendly -" I want to say more, to let her know that she's Father's companion and that she won't hurt us and to not be afraid, but I fall silent as Father halts before us. He looms over us, not only because of his height but because we are still on the ground. One day I will be nearly as tall as he is I think, but for now I barely reach his shoulder. I don't know what to say, and divert my gaze to Spice as she tries to explain. Something tells me Father will be unimpressed with her account of what had happened. Wincing slightly, I lean backwards and haul myself into a standing position, resisting the urge to shake and rid myself of the sand that is clinging to my body. "Father." I say in greeting, nodding my head politely. I try to stand up as straight as I can, but as I mentioned, I am no where near as tall as he is. I fold my wings to my sides and try to meet his gaze. "Me kis afis ..." I begin, speaking in Father's native tongue. I do this partly out of respect, but also to show him that I've been learning my lessons well. Perhaps not as well as Ivezho but ... I am trying. "Her name is Spice." I continue, dropping into the common tongue so that Spice will understand what I am saying. "She had never seen the sea before .. and since she's a pegasus I thought maybe she could stay here?" Translation me kis afis; she was trying to fly Where? I don't know. RE: What's an It? - Gaucho - 11-30-2014
RE: What's an It? - Spice - 12-02-2014 Even the older Pegasus believed in the gods. Do they just need someone to blame their heat on? Do they need someone to pretend that they suddenly where possessing magic. This did not faze Spice, for her mother had told her that some just needed something to believe in. She nodded, looking up at the dark sillhosett. She thought of the different words that she did not understand. Was it a secret language? Was she supposed to know it in this herd? She simply didn't understand, and that was what upset her. But she didn't make a face, or say anything that might seem... unrelated to the subject. She only nodded again at his words, curling her legs back under her to push off, pulling her body to a steady standing position. "I would like to stay here, in Dragon's Throat.." She says, her words soft but confidant as she stares right back into the stormy gaze of the older male. It was not a chalanging gaze, no. Just one that said she was friendly, and meant no harm. Calm and serene. The girl watched as the black dragon-y thing touched Rhoa, who seemed not at all afraid something long and black was on his leg, then she watched it slither up the deer-horned beast. And come to think of it...didn't he have wings too? How was that even possible...? Hm, something new to ask Rhoa. And ponder for yourself... She looked to Rhoa, her gaze softening, she smiled. "It seems like a very nice herd land." Her mind flashes back to the waves splashing up around the colt as he lands in the water, from the sky, mind you. Her heart did a little flutter when that had happened, she couldn't imagine what Rhoa must have felt. She remembered how they warmed each other, wing over wing. Returning from her far off gaze, she looks back to the older stallion. A genuine smile crept upon her soft lips, a kind look in her eyes. If her and Rhoa where to be friends, she would be kind to everyone in relation to him. In any way she could, even if they hated her she would still be kind to them. And why not, anyway? There should never be a reason to hate someone enough to be perposfuly rude and un kind to someone. Well, at least that was how she saw it in her mind, and if Rhoa didn't agree, she would let him think what he wanted to think. Why would she want to change his thoughts when they where not hers? RE: What's an It? - Rhoa - 12-03-2014 rhoa i walk in the air
between the rain through myself & back again. I am proud to be my Father's son. He is so strong and mighty in a way that I am not yet, but hope to be. He has won countless battles and has defended our herd against so many atrocities that I wonder where we would be without him. I look at the coloured markings on his body - on his eye, shoulders, and rump, and wonder if I'll do anything in my lifetime to deserve such things. I feel like I pale in comparison with him - where he has wings that are on fire, mine merely pulse with the dying light of embers, my coat is gray fading to white, whereas his is the colour of dried blood fading to black. He is a warrior, while I am still a child. Maybe one day all of that will change, but for now I realize that I am nothing compared to him. I am proud to be his son, but one day I hope he will be proud to have me as well. As Spice said that she wanted to say, I felt another smile light up my face. I can't remember the last time I smiled this much, but hearing her say that she wanted to stay in our lands made me feel like my whole body suddenly became lighter. I can't wait to show her all of the things here - the Oasis, the fire of the Sun God, the sea. Perhaps we can play some more, our waters are warmer than those of the Heart after all, so maybe we won't be so cold. Then again ... we did find a way to warm ourselves up last time, and that wasn't so bad. "Good!" I exclaim, and then nod. "It is nice. Everyone here is nice, and the Sun God is the best. He visits us here sometimes ... I can show you where his fire burns." Maybe we could even try flying to it? Where? I don't know. RE: What's an It? - Gaucho - 12-03-2014
RE: What's an It? - Spice - 12-05-2014 Spice liked this guy. He looked really strong and accepting, his eyes hard but soft at the same time, kinda. Giving him a look of easy challenge. She liked it. Rhoa seemed exited to tell her about the gods, the sun god in particular. Show her where his fire burns...? She did not understand what he had meant by that, her gaze skipping back up to the adult when he started to speak. He was going to let her stay! She smiled, her green eyes bright with a new light. He told her how Rhoa would tell her about the coustums and rules. The girl had heard about rules before, set to restrict and stop. She didn't know if rules where necessarialy good, but they seemed to keep people in line, the way her mother he'd explained things. She looked to Rhoa with a wide smile, hardly hearing the foreign words skip out of the horned and winged male, she gave Rhoa a look of confusion. He had said and. That was all she truly had gotten out of it. She then turned to watch as the experted flier took of in elagent grace. His wings swooping through the air in quick but soft strokes, cutting through the wind, he seemed to shape the air currents. She smiled in awe, then looking back at Rhoa. That was his father. They..they seem... she thought more about their half-resemblance. It was fun to compare these kind of things. The way they spoke and the way they held themselves, it was all so...simply...interesting to her. She didn't really know what made her think it was interesting, but it just was. She looked comparing the look in their eyes and the way the reacted. Although their time together was short, she could see the resemblance in their eyes. The way they spoke to each other and everything. She wondered if she had anything like that with her mother. Or if she ever would with her father. ooc;; i was really just rambling at the end. xD |