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No Trouble - Ashamin - 05-04-2015 A S H A M I N on his own Ashamin headed for the Basin once again, leaving the frozen arch and its caves of solitude behind him. There was more to see in the land Lena had shown him, of this he was sure. The sky was darker tonight than it had been when he had first arrived. The Aurora persisted still, shining dimly through the starry black cape that had spread itself across the heavens. So much for returning to the Basin before dark arrived.
In the distance, he could see the faint outlines of the Sentinels. The moonlight shone on their metal hides, creating a spectacle of them that he could see even now. He watched them, his eyes searching for something he likely wouldn't find. What was there even to look for? Maybe nothing, anymore. The days had seemed longer as of late. He looked down the gentle slope of the hill into the Basin, but couldn't bring himself to go any farther. Instead he lay where he was, letting his body rest just for a short while. His long tail wrapped around his side and draped loosely over his back. His hooves, sharp and cleft, dug into the scraping ice. He had learned and felt a lot in his encounter with Einarr, but now he was alone once more and the darkness threatened to undo all his confidence. What good could he do as a warrior, anyhow? And who would he fight for? What was there to fight for, pride? Bragging rights? None of those things had interested him in the past, why should they now. But they didn't, he reminded himself. That wasn't what being a warrior, being strong, was about. It wasn't for glory, not even so much for honor, but memorial. He could do this for his father's sake, if for no one else's. He snorted, the flakes fluttering away as he did so and catching in the slight breeze headed East towards the Basin. Perhaps the night of nature knew he belonged there, in the comfort of a herdland, but his heart tugged him out to the border. And so he lingered, somewhere between the wilds and a home, as the night wore on, unforgiving. In between heart and home lies the buck sorrowful and always, in darkness, alone. [[for @[Phantom]. Ashamin will probably join the Basin but his thread hasn't finished, so he's sort of in that place between the arch and the sentinels right now, just hanging out so as not to be trespassing in the event that his other thread ends unexpectedly.]] RE: No Trouble - Phantom - 05-04-2015
RE: No Trouble - Ashamin - 05-05-2015 A S H A M I N on his own Ashamin had just begun to take comfort in the embrace of the cold, just started to close his eyes, when a figure appeared. She approached like a slow fog, coming in from the distance and making marks in the earth with her cleft hooves just as Ashamin had on his journey out and back from the steppe. The mare, carrying what Ashamin thought was the confidence of belonging to the land from whence she walked, stopped before the young buck.
He watched her from where he lay, his inky black eyes fluttering in a sort of disbelieving shiver. The mare was tall and uniquely marked in hues of crimson that trailed through her feathers and championed the crown of her head. Never before had he seen such horns; he had always thought that horns like his, like hers, tucked against the features and limited in their potential to cause harm, were rare. Perhaps, after being here for so short a time and now seeing them, this was not the case. Ashamin watched the mare from his lowered position, feeling somewhat overwhelmed by her sudden questions. But Einarr had taught him some level of confidence, and he searched for it now, pulling it out from deep within his breast and letting it flow into the arctic air as gentle words. "I'm... Ashamin. Lena brought me here not long ago," he answered, somewhat hesitant. It sounded as if he was reassuring himself, as if he didn't know if it were entirely true. But still, he thought it useful to mention the mare's name, else he be misrecognized and chased from the border. "It's nice to meet you..." he added awkwardly, the comment trailing into silence. He wanted to ask her name, it seemed to make the most sense, but something inexplicable, some sort of je ne sais quoi that the mare possessed, left him uneasy. In the end, he didn't even know if it was nice to meet her at all. Accusations of strangers-- identity in demands. What becomes of the one with the heart stained in red? [[for @[Phantom].]] RE: No Trouble - Phantom - 05-05-2015
RE: No Trouble - Ashamin - 05-05-2015 A S H A M I N on his own As usual, Ashamin's fears were mostly unfounded. The mare before him was perhaps a little more blunt than Lena or Rexanna had been, a bit more curious and bearing less tact when pressing the issue of his purpose, but she seemed to mean him no harm. If Ashamin had ever had or known a mother, perhaps he would have recognized her fuss as maternal in its own, odd way.
But as it were he only felt nervous. Ashamin was a shy stallion, not accustomed to talking about himself so much as blending in, and the sudden interest in him was not what he had expected. He swallowed, his ears flickering back and forth, his tail twitching with uncertainty, and wondered what to say. What could he say about his entry into the herd? He wasn't even certain about that, and he feared that telling her of his wandering off, of his encounters in the surrounding lands, would only cause her to think less of him. But eventually, despite the turmoil of his thoughts, he pushed out a response. "I grew up in a cold land," he offered softly; "this weather doesn't bother me." He offered a slight, imitative smile in response to her almost wild grin. He might have left it there, stayed in the snow as he had proven he was capable and willing to do, but her comment about the wolves left him feeling nervous. As much as he hoped to learn the ways of the fight, he didn't think now, in the dark against a starving pack, was the right time to do it. Stumbling, he gathered himself up off the ground and followed Phantom wordlessly. He watched the Sentinels with apprehension, fearing they might attack as he approached the border, before remembering that at this mare's side he'd likely be safe. He wanted to thank her for her kindness, as he passed over that border, but he found himself taking comfort in the silence again. Perhaps she would sense his implication of gratitude on her own. For a fear of the wolves and what lurks in the snow he follows delighted and silent. [[For @[Phantom].]] RE: No Trouble - Phantom - 05-12-2015
RE: No Trouble - Ashamin - 05-13-2015 A S H A M I N on his own Ashamin passed through the gate created by the sentinel's at Phantom's side and sighed with relief as the silence of the night prevailed. It was good to enter the land as a part of it, without the fear that even at its very threshold he might be cast out.
As he walked with her, Ashamin watched the mare before him. She was taller than he, and larger as well; she had a confidence in her walk that he had never been able to emulate himself. She knew where she was going when he did not, he was sure that must have helped. And it quickly became clear that not only did Phantom know where she was going, but she had a particular place in mind. They had not been walking for very long before Ashamin arrived, at her side, at the entrance of some sort of cave. Dim drips and echoes seeped out from its entrance, creating an atmosphere of dark, unfamiliarity. Unconciously, Ashamin pressed his ears to his head and squinted, as if looking in the dark for some intimation that a cave such as this could be called a home. Then again, for months he'd been sleeping alone, in open fields; a cave was a cave, but a cave with company was a good place to settle for the night. "Thank you," he answered her politely, his tail tracing anxious lines in the frost, his mind contemplating her comment. Look for his own? No, he didn't think he'd want to have a home such as that, if it were to be an empty one. If he must find his own place to sleep, he would rather it be a place where he was able to see that captivating sky overhead and feel the chill of the frozen breeze. But, perhaps when Frostfall came he would catch his death or come to his senses. Only time would tell. Ashamin watched, mildly fascinated, as Phantom righted the braid across her back. So she was particular about her appearance, then? He caught a distorted glimpse of his own reflection in a patch of ice a few feet away, on the side of the cave wall, and frowned to himself. He looked a bit of a wreck, didn't he? The young stallion sighed softly and took a few steps closer to Phantom, putting forth his nose and offering his cheek to touch with hers, as was his customary greeting. "It is very kind of you to take in a young wanderer," he added, his eyes soft, his voice a quiet shiver, and his neck still outstretched, reaching for the possibility of her touch. She seemed generous, perhaps even caring, but he wasn't certain she'd reciprocate the gesture. What's a cave to a buck of the ice and the snow? What use is a shelter while the wind rushes, blows? [[For @[Phantom].]] |