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castaway [hidden falls recruitment] - Evaneska - 09-24-2015 Your quote can go here! what if it's two lines? Halcyon Flats. Breathtaking, indescribable beauty. Like an enchanted land pulled from a thread of a woven story. Above the sun cast light that arced into an array of colors on the water's surface. Everything pure and clean, untouched by the prior wicked taint. Optical illusions enraptured and whispered of a blissful innocent. Stay here. Where it's safe. Where heaven touches the earth. Dim, somber, grim: all touches of lifeless grey had been washed away and breathed life into. Just before it was dying. The lands cried in agonizing pain, the creatures singing sad songs of mourning. The horrors of the darkened flats were chased away by the blazing sun. But wasn't it true that there could be no light without shadows? An underlying threat still lingered in this place. Perhaps a mere memory that attached to the brain, or perhaps it wasn't. What secrets did this mirage hold? Warm sand embraced her, caressing her aching body with smooth and gentle hands. The dappled mare stared at the water with a growing distance. She grumbled at the pegasus looking back at her; a pegasus that lacked grand, proud wings. Instead her small wings were now draped over her face, her reflection being replaced by the downy feathers. She was too tired to stand. Years of abuse remained chained to her, the heavy weight a reminder of everything. If only she had the lock. If she was free from her past would she be able to experience the beauty that surrounded her? They say your past is what shapes you, but hers at done nothing but whittle at her spirit. She was exhausted and incapable of going on any further. Instead she laid away from the crowd that threatened to suffocate her. The dull maiden didn't move, didn't even fidget. She had no where to go. Though she had been rescued she did not feel saved. While she possessed undying respect for the God whom brought her here but she couldn't understand why she was here. In the grand scheme of things did she have a role? Or was she to be the jester - the fool - once more? Did she have a place in this new world? "Talk?" ooc hoping someone from the falls could recruit her??? :3 RE: castaway [hidden falls recruitment] - Destrier - 09-24-2015
RE: castaway [hidden falls recruitment] - Evaneska - 09-24-2015 Your quote can go here! what if it's two lines? "Evening, miss," Words of greeting made the dirty speck wish that the sand wound turn into quicksand. Whether it was to be her tomb or a momentarily place to hide she did not care. She simply wanted to disappear from view, to vanish from scrutinizing eyes. A piece of trash washed ashore on the otherwise spotless coast. If she held still long enough would owner of the deep voice leave? The mare held perfectly still as if she were turned to stone. Her breathing became shallow, hardly noticeable, as her muscles contracted in tight knots. He wasn't leaving. A small sigh escaped her mouth. She'd much rather be left alone with the dark clouds that gathered above her head and rained gloomy thoughts. A single question was asked. A pleasantry that made her squirm. "Is everything alright?" Kindness burned like harsh fire. In her heart she knew she did not deserve such hospitality directed towards her. Hell, even her brain knew it. Ever since she had took her first breath she had been a failure. A bottom feeder such as herself had no right to speak to those that had long walked these lands. From teal curtains bright blue eyes engulfed by the void stared up at the stallion. She opened her mouth, still hidden beneath her feathers, but no words came out. Did she lie and say everything was alright? Or did she admit the truth? But if she did the latter surely he would simply run, rolling his eyes at her for daring to go "oh woe is me". "Overwhelmed." The words were raspy and soft. Near inaudible that the wind narrowly blew them away in a moments breath. The four year old looked aged beyond her ears as she finally let her wings fall to the ground. "The portal.. I was one of the guests" - or in her case pests - "to arrive through the magnificent savior's portal." Admitting this, albeit obvious, was hard. She had seen the way some of the horses looked at her. Like the heavenly golden angel whom bared a resemblance to her but lacked all the imperfections. She swallowed through a lump in her throat. "My name is Evaneska. I am sorry for getting in your way." Her words were slow, each one dragging as if she was constantly deciding what to speak. Evaneska did not stand nor rise 'fore if she tried she'd surely fall flat on her face in front of this stranger. She could not help but peer at the dragons clinging to the stallion. An odd picture yet not nearly as strange as half the things she had seen while in the Rift. @Destrier RE: castaway [hidden falls recruitment] - Ciceron - 09-25-2015
RE: castaway [hidden falls recruitment] - Evaneska - 10-08-2015 Your quote can go here! what if it's two lines? Under the weight of the stallion's eyes she nervously shifted her weight from side to side. Head still hung low her own gaze cautiously peeked up at the two dragons that sat on the dark brute. Their eyes fixated on her she squirmed even more but her curiosity remained. To have such wild beasts seemingly tamed.. How was that possible? Her mind searched throughout her memories for any prior examples of this. The only dragon she had ever seen - fore they were a rare species where she resided - had been incredibly hostile. Of course, she wasn't counting Thantos: her dear friend and master. The draconian equine was born from dragon and horse. He was an incredible sight to behold. His wings reached great bounds and his red scales glistened like burning embers. Not to mention he had never tried to eat her so that was a plus. Someone with such a wicked appearance had.. surprisingly always been kind to her. She felt ashamed for how she avoided him like the bubonic plague now. A faithful servant would be back by his side and she had nothing but respect for him, but still she found herself gazing at him from a distance. Perhaps the teal dappled mare had yet to fully accept that this was all real. A voice abruptly pulled her from her thoughts. One, two, three.. eight eyes now watched her and she wished she could shrink to a microscopic size. Instinctively she took a step back. She knew nothing of this land thus everything could be a threat. They acted nice, but what if it was a guise? Back in her homeland everyone had an underlying motive. They were constantly scheming. To think the inhabitants of this land were the same was a rather pessimistic view but she preferred to consider it realistic. "Ciceron." she tested, the name rolling smoothly off her tongue. "I am Evaneska." His question made her think. Did he truly know nothing of the happenings of this world? Thantos had told her that this very scenario had occurred before. The idea of the word not being spread around like wildfire was one hard to accept. Still she decided to oblige his question. "The burning savior - a God of your land - transported our land to this realm." She frowned. That hardly made sense. Then again none of this made sense. "From my point of view.. This land used to be corrupted and tainted in my homeland." she offered. "What I thought was a mirage appeared before me when there. It showed an image of what you see now.. a beautiful wonderland. This mirage turned out to be a portal." Was that explanation understandable? "I have heard rumors that this has happened before from my friend. That the Gods of this land are seemingly expanding this.. this Helovia. While they might not mean to, their actions are also saving the residence of 'The Rift', as they have dubbed it. I suppose I am living proof." @Ciceron RE: castaway [hidden falls recruitment] - Ciceron - 10-08-2015
RE: castaway [hidden falls recruitment] - Evaneska - 10-08-2015 Your quote can go here! what if it's two lines? Being absorbed in one owns thoughts often led to lack of awareness to the real world. It wasn't until a flash of white caught her attention that she noticed the white tiger. Her blood ran cold as it approached her. It hadn't attacked this Ciceron character - why? It was like with the dragons. Tamed? The fear of not understanding the situation made her anxiety surge even more. She glanced back and forth from Ciceron to the tiger. Kiara, right? Her posture drooped as she was keen to show submission to the mighty predator. While he stated she was harmless she imagined the tiger's teeth easily ripping apart her skin. Yeah.. Better safe than sorry. "Hello Kiara.." Was that the appropriate thing to say? Could the tiger understand her? Of course she probably could - what was she thinking? Equines weren't the only intelligent animals. She wanted to ask why all of these normally feral creatures were so docile but she didn't wish to insult those that could easily kill her. Evaneska's actions did nothing to relax the undeniable tension that condensed the air. "Perhaps.." she murmured albeit mostly to herself. Was this place really untouched by corruption? Didn't its dark grasp greedily reach for something to turn into a puppet. Like a leader of a herd, corrupted by power. Not only that but she had to wonder how many survivors weren't left scarred by the Rift. There was no telling what their mindset was. Hell, Evaneska could hardly process what her own mindset was let alone some strangers. "Whether we were brought her by accident or for a purpose has yet to be determined. For all I know we are unwanted visitors in these rich lands." Come home? With them? Her eyes grew wide as these words entered her ears. As if they were scrambled or spoken in a foreign language her brain spent a long time mulling them over. How could someone who barely know her ask such a question. Was it a trap? The mare remained cautious with a hint of suspicion bubbling in her chest. However this didn't stop her curiosity. "What are these Falls you speak of?" Evaneska pondered to herself. Being alone for so long had left a toll. Now she enjoyed being alone yet always felt lonely. A confusing contradiction. A safe asylum sounded nice but how could she be sure she was able to trust this stallion with his smooth talking lips? "What is your homeland like?" Evaneska addressed both Destrier and Ciceron with this question. The more opinions the better.. even if they were probably biased. @Ciceron @Destrier RE: castaway [hidden falls recruitment] - Ciceron - 10-08-2015
RE: castaway [hidden falls recruitment] - Evaneska - 10-10-2015 Your quote can go here! what if it's two lines? An optimistic idealist versus a pessimistic realist. The stallion spoke with hopeful ignorance that was based strictly on what he wished to belief. In stark contrast the mare's words were grim and weighed heavy in the air as she drew upon influences from her past. In the end only one could be right. Would idealism hold tight to that in which it believed or would it be overwhelmed by the harsh realism of every day life? Only time would tell. Whether she had been brought here for a reason or a mere mistake would reveal with time. Either the Gods had something planned for them, some reason for granting them entrance, or they were simply in the right place at the right time. Or perhaps the wrong place at the wrong time. Who knew? Like a gargoyle when the sun rose her face turned to stone. Emotions were washed away in her grey details as she lifted her head ever so slightly so that she could look at the stallion; truly look at him. His handsome mug showed no sign of threat. Instead what she saw was patience in the man. His unusual silver eyes glinted with an enlightened form of wisdom. An air of nobility surrounded him but by no mean was it prominent nor in your face. Rather it was subtle and humble. Many probably referred to him as a gentleman. He certainly walked like one and talked like one yet Evaneska was not convinced. Life was a masquerade where some wore more convincing masks than others. Some looked seamless, as if there truly was no mask that hide the wearer's true face. Evaneska knew better. In this wicked, sometimes cruel, dance facades were as natural as their steps. She truthfully believed that everyone hid something. No one ever wanted to show their true faces, no one wanted to leave themselves so vulnerable. Exposed and naked with the fragility of a newborn babe. No. Not many were willing to reveal themselves in such a state. So they kept their natures masked as they danced their dance. In her homeland not many opened their arms with warm intentions. To offer her shelter was one thing but an actual place to live for - potentially - ever. What's your motive? she wondered, her gaze steady. What's the catch? Speaking these questions allowed would be foolish. Anyone would deny that it was anything harm. Instead they would offer it as an innocent request. She kept her mouth shut and her tongue stilled. Asking a question with an already assumed answer would be silly. Her ears swiveled as she intently listened to the man talk. He painted a picture of Eden with his smooth words. She almost scoffed as he mentioned his leader's but she managed to stop herself. That would not be a wise move. She was a fool but not to that extent. His biased opinion was something Evaneska rolled around in her head. "How is it that you know this Falls is the best? Have you been a member of each of these herds?" Her voice was oddly serious as if she did not realize he was speaking with clear favoritism. "Tell me why I should believe the words rolling off your tongue." Evaneska cast a sideways glance at Destrier. "You hardly know anything about me yet you offer me a home," her words were slow yet held a steady cadence. "I have only just arrived in these lands. I do not know who to trust or where I even belong. This is far too overwhelming, Ciceron." Being dragged to another dimension and reunited with someone she thought to be dead was not easy for the mind to grasp. "Time. I need time before I can answer such an offer." This was all too much to process. In this world of strangers who was she to trust? She recalled the wild god who promised her a safe haven but had, in reality, trapped in a cage. How was she to know this would not end the same? @Ciceron RE: castaway [hidden falls recruitment] - Ciceron - 10-10-2015
RE: castaway [hidden falls recruitment] - Evaneska - 10-17-2015 Your quote can go here! what if it's two lines? A sober expression was heavily etched into her facial features. A distinct detachment could be seen in her eyes as they stared blankly forward at Ciceron but not truly looking at him. By the way she chewed her bottom lip it was easy to tell she was contemplating something. However there was far too much going on in her head to think about every single thing without causing her brain to short circuit. To say there was a lot going on inside her churning gears would be an understatement. It was overwhelming. Before she entered this haven she had longed for someone to come and cease her existence. Part of her still thought that way while the other dared to believe this was a second chance. A new world, a new life. "I did for a short time live in the Edge but with all the events I did what was safest for my children." The world "Edge" held no meaning to her nor did the statement that he had children. Rather the mare was lingering on the words "all the events". Perhaps this vision of a safe haven was all just an illusion. "A lot of strange and potentially dangerous events are common here?" she questioned, each word slowly rolling off of her tongue. Apparently this whole Rift thing wasn't that completely strange to these horses. If they dealt with this often Evaneska had to question the safety of this world. Would it prove to be any better from where she came? Sure the appearance was better and everything healthier but that did not mean it wasn't - if not more - dangerous than her homelands. The stallion's proposition made her ears swivel. No strings attached was one such expression that usually meant the exact opposite. At the same time, though, she was being given a choice. When was the last time she had truly been given the task of choosing which way her life panned out? From an early age she had been a puppet and never the master. Yet now she was being given the opportunity. Truthfully it frightened her. "Based on your description," the girl was careful with what she said, "I would very much like to see these Falls." She spoke honestly. The mare never had a reason to lie because in the end the truth was always revealed in some way or another. "Thank you, Ciceron. I will keep your offer close to heart should I feel the time to make such a move is right." Evaneska dipped her head, silently hoping he wouldn't snap for her wishy-washy answer that gave neither a yes or a not. "I must go talk to my-" She stopped short and blinked. My Master, but as he had stated before she was free to do as she wished. In the end, while she felt obligated to stick near him, he wasn't the exact definition of a master. "My friend about these happenings." There was much more she wished to discuss with Thantos but that was of no real concern to the grey dapple that stood before her. "Again I thank you, but I must take my leave now." She dipped her head to both Ciceron and Destrier. "T'was a pleasure to meet both of you." @Ciceron |