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C.E.O (ghost) - Midas - 01-15-2015 MIDAS THE POISONED YOUTH Hundreds, thousands. All the stars are burning out, falling from heaven. Haunted souls, beautiful and white. We watched them rain a torrent of light. Awestruck as they poured into the belly of earth. Fina's trill cry is a siren of success, she returns from a hunt with talons bloodied. Her wings aglow with sunlight -- vibrantly unnatural against the distant backdrop. I met my bonded with an even smile as she drops to lash those soiled feet upon unspoiled flesh. Neve stirs from a nest of feather and hair, a silvery head pokes free to gaze at the stormy sky.
As quickly as it'd begun, the show is over thrice as fast; only fleeting sparks remain. They shower in fours and threes, then twos, and finally one at a time until nothing but the dark and its remaining fleet of stars stand alone in their milky clusters. My crown falls heavily forward, we couldn't linger for long. There was land and a full eve of patrolling ahead; for me, morning couldn't come fast enough. With a sigh that felt more like a groan, I rose to make my way across the meadow. Soon the dawn would come to paint Helovia with its limited but no less glorious palette. I would be permitted to return home. Home. Yar, for once my heart didn't balk. The inhabitants of Hidden Falls had sowed a seed of compassion in this weary battleborn soul. Who would've guessed? A Sultan of sand was falling in love once again. @Ghost RE: C.E.O (ghost) - Ghost - 01-16-2015
RE: C.E.O (ghost) - Midas - 01-30-2015 MIDAS THE POISONED YOUTH I would've sprang from earth, had she not called out just then. Feathers are already outstretched, prepped for heaven. My crown slips curiously around, ears pointed high to capture further speech. Awareness and recognition dawned on me within the next heartbeat, "Hail, Ghost." Had she come to patrol this section as well? Was something wrong? Pinions fold and I settle back into the earth. Fina looks over, croaks tunelessly and lifts one claw to clean away blood.
"Aye," a light smile comes to grace my face. It seemed an unusual request at first, strange because we hardly conversed, aside from politics. Frame turns, aiming to close the distance between us and by the action keep our voices below a shout. Those icy sentries glittered down in their watchful but neutral way, "Is all well?" I questioned when we stood only a little bit apart, gentle eyes search for signs of trouble in her own and find none present. I'm struck by how those pools remind me of Seele, a year ago when we first met. Distant hues full of questions and answers that only her secret heart knew. Nostrils spread and inhale a rich essence full and stout, a firm reminder of home. Tall pine and mountain air. Who would've thought my fate was to carry the same fragrance as a banner? "Did ye see the stars fall?" Attention momentarily returns to heaven, which is now stoic save for the occasional meteorite that flames across before puffing out. @[Ghost] RE: C.E.O (ghost) - Ghost - 02-19-2015
RE: C.E.O (ghost) - Midas - 02-22-2015 MIDAS THE POISONED YOUTH We stare at the sky like two enthralled kiddies, delighting and dipping with our eyes into the milky diamonds above us. Their patterns and shapes have names, (an elder might be able to say them), I've never taken an interest to learn these doted figures by title. Ghost mentions how even as the sky has forced them from a high perch, abandoned, forsaken... they are still worthy, beautiful. I say nothing in reply, though my pondering is agreeable to her ideology.
Seen from the corner of my vision her gaze drops, I can feel those eyes lingering -- prying for something. My own fall a moment later, landing softly upon my colead. Stories? Did she truly care for a tale of woe? The quiet corner of my lip curves into a smirk toward the mention of a title they branded me with. Nar, I was certainty not famous, nor did the mass usually consider me, Gallant. Yet. Ghost wants to know more of the fellow she held alliance with, a bond tied by title and a brotherhood. Why had I left Dragon's Throat? A topic that at one point might have caused brow to furrow and features to contort into one of secret grief. Yar, but my bond with those sands had weakened enough (as time did to all things) that I'm able to speak without hitch or mask, openly express the truth for what it was, "Earth requested me here, he assigned me to our home," Me and, "also Seele." The name falls from me, softly, hesitantly -- as if my mind was mentally prying the bindings from a wound and seeing if what laid below was festering. "Had he not come to me, ye would be standing beside someone else." There is no remorse for either direction, I'd finally come to terms with my fated existence. Neve sighs and drifts back to sleep, she was yet young and the topic of our conversation wasn't overly interesting. "What other tales would ye hear from a Gallant," orbs shimmer in the faint glow, smiling from their center. @[Ghost] Word count: 340 RE: C.E.O (ghost) - Ghost - 03-07-2015
RE: C.E.O (ghost) - Midas - 03-09-2015 MIDAS THE POISONED YOUTH This soul (and all others) would never fully understand why Earth choose to do what he did, why he'd single out a pledged sun warrior to guide his homeland, our reborn Fall's. Surely there had been other individuals of equal and greater merit. I'd never questioned the request beyond expected grief and doubt over my own shortcomings, never thought to disobey his wishes. The ideals of a god were answered as an obedient son should respond. Yar, tis as my Da had required, his early morals were retained even through adulthood.
Then there was Ghost...just as Seele had been a surprise addition to this strange family, so had the advancement of her closest spy. A choice that neither came to haunt me or give cause for worry, both things are a pleasant boon. Her question brings forth a light chuckle, a true smile slips across my muzzle; glittering gems shift to her crimson feathers -- their hue reminded me of..."Depends on who thee asks and at what hour the question is posed."A mortal has sympathy, empathy, but tis fickle and ever changing; one moment they carried their champions to the highest pedestal, and the next their scowls could heard for miles. It wasn't my intention that any man or woman hold me to impossible heights. Their expectations would surely outmatch my very best days. Softening from humor to a more honest note, I add quietly, surprisingly open, "Don't place me as anything more than a man, for I am worthy of nothing more," my cranium slips lower, drawing the length of my stare to the swaying wheat that licked our limbs with gentle kisses. "What of ye? Have ye always been part of the Asylum?" Their numbers are sparse, what remained had merged into the masses of Fall's folk. Not long ago, the Asylum had been a thriving group, they now lay in shambles, broken remnants of memories. Their glue either deceased or abandoned. @[Ghost] Word count: 327 |