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Distance - Official - 06-09-2012 Jackal March 8th, 2012 at 7:24am The darkness threatens to suffocate him. He ran from the group of foals, vying for privacy and time to sulk. Every muscle in his body pulses with hurt from this run, twitching uncomfortably as he lay on a thick bed of snow. The company of children, although cozy, threatened to asphyxiate him, their buzzing energy and aura of otherwise uncaring hurting him further. All he wants is his parents' warm embrace and the soft, fine sand under his hooves. And all he gets is a cold blanket of snow and a general emptiness in his heart. The moon casts the world in a pale glow, highlighting the colt's dun hide in shades of deep purples and pale blues. In the distance, a dragon crows, sitting in a tree, watching guard over his colt. Ktulu March 8th, 2012 at 7:46am Ktulu did not fail to notice that one of the colts that had promised to accompany them to see the Earth God had slipped away. She did not blame Jack for being devastated about his father's death. If her father had died she would have been devastated, herself, but she didn't even want to entertain that thought. She wanted to continue believing that her father was indestructible. That nothing would ever kill him let alone hurt him. In her heart she knew that wasn't true. She could no longer look at the world from the eyes of a foal. Being run out of Isilme by the shades had changed her and while the nearly unbearable feelings of fear my dull for her over time she would never completely forget the way it felt. While the other foals were preoccupied, Ktulu slipped away to look for the dun colt that was Silverline's son. She was slow, her twisted legs keeping her from going much faster than a hobbled trot. Still, the filly searched for the colt, more out of concern that he would do something stupid like throwing himself off of a cliff because his father had died trying to protect him. When she did find Jack he was lying in the snow pittying himself. "Get up." She said as she stepped closer to the colt. "You're going to freeze." She continued walking toward him then stopped, her crimson eyes studying the colt as he layed there. Jackal March 8th, 2012 at 5:07pm He hears the chirps of an alarmed dragon and the waysided footsteps of the crooked girl. She is close; the heat which rolls off her pelt radiates onto his own in a blossom of warmth. Listlessly, the dun turns his face toward her, every muscle along his side straining with the effort of supporting his weight. The shadowy form of the filly is almost haloed by the moonlight, like a dark angel coming to deliver him from evil. An ear flicks backwards, the glassy dome of his blue eyes narrowing in recognition. She is pretty, he notes, the twisted knees making her all the more endearing. With a soft, sad snort, the colt acknowledges her, turning back into the gentle snow. She tells him to stand and he hears the uncanny firmness in her voice. Scrambling, the small dun finds his hooves, upright in a cloud of snow. His back is towards her and he watches the pale river roll in the distance, oblivious to all the pain and suffering in this damn moonlit world. The head jerks, unsure, eyes still pinned to the ethereal coils of water thundering down its road. He makes no sound, save for the quiet pulse of his breath and the occasional whimper of misery. For a while, it's awfully quiet, a heavy denseness to the atmosphere that wasn't there before. He breathes and he watches the industrious white water. Suddenly, the colt swings his head backwards, eyes sad and intense on the dark girl. He likes how the moonlight highlights her soft contours as if an artist's hand fell upon them. "Have you ever lost anything?" his voice is low, burdened with memories of violence and loss. She would understand, he thinks, for she is from Anarore, the Tides, and has likely witnessed the horror of the shades. Maybe she also doesn't sleep, eyes open to resist the nightmares of dark things lurking and snarling in her head. Ktulu March 9th, 2012 at 7:44am Surprisingly the colt did as she said and stood, though he did not turn to face her. One of her ears tilted back and she stopped walking and stood staring at the red dun colt. When he swung his head around to face her she prepared herself for harsh words, but the only thing that came from the boy's lips was a question. "Have you ever lost anything?" "Did you forget that I come from Anarore, too?" She asked him. "I lost my home just like you. I lost my parents on the way out. Kimber says my dad is still alive, but no one knows anything about my mother." She frowned at Jackal. "I lost my sister for some time when Nyra stole her and invaded the Tides." The possibility that she would never have seen her sister again scared Ktulu more than the actual invasion had. At least then she'd had Ophelia with her and they could hide together and wait out the fighting. She hobbled closer to the colt, her neck extending so she could touch her muzzle to his cheek. She wished she could tell him that it would be okay, but she wasn't so sure herself. Not after seeing the way the shades attacked everyone so mercilessly during Anarore's nights. Still, even though they had escaped, there were nights when she didn't sleep. She'd lay awake while Ophelia slept and keep watch over her precious sister. Jackal March 22nd, 2012 at 6:21am omg sorry this took so long ;^; The boy can see she is a weary thing too - those red eyes, not evil red but life-blood red, tell tales too. His head dips a little, an ear intent upon her story. She has lost, but it isn't the forever kinda lost where you feel this hopeless thing like a dead bird in your chest. She always finds her lost things, he can tell, and although there might have been a battle inside her heart, it still healed. His eyes wander off, gazing towards the river, blank of expression. After an awkward moment of silence, when her voice ceases, he feels the gentle brush of her soft muzzle on his cheek. He savors the hotness of her breath, how it leaves blossoms of warmth along the otherwise cold skin. The dun sighs gently, turning to look at her, his cheek feeling cold as her lips are taken. "I don't know anything more than sadness." He murmurs, looking down. Maybe he isn't normal, maybe he's defective and maybe he'll stay this way his whole life, shivering in the shadow of the death of his father and the death of his home and the death of his life. Ktulu April 8th, 2012 at 6:33am "I don't know anything more than sadness." Ktulu felt for Jackal. She had been in a hopeless state when she had thought her father was dead, but just hearing that he was alive was enough to lift her spirits. She still didn't know about her mother and that hurt, but at least she still had one of her parents. She just needed to find him. Jackal, too, could possibly still have one of his parents looking for him. The only one they knew for sure had died was Silverline. "Don't give up hope." She said, once again touching her muzzle to his cold cheek. "The only one we know for sure is gone is Silverline. Your mother is probably out there looking for you right now just like my father is looking for me and my sister." She hoped her words helped instead of hurting the colt further. "You need to stay strong and look for her." She paused and took a moment to look around the meadow. "I'll help you find her." Ktulu offered. "Because I believe she's still out there." Jack just needed to believe, too. He needed something to look and hope for. Something to keep his head up and keep him from slipping into a dark depression that would consume him. |