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Pondering on Wanderers Wonderings - Thranduil - 12-10-2015
RE: Pondering on Wanderers Wonderings - Zandora - 12-11-2015 Zandora
Yes, dear, I'm smiling Inside I'm dying A gypsy she was. Always moving, never settling. Here she was, finding herself wondering yet again. It seemed that staying in place was just a purpose not meant for her. The vixen did not weave herself into any certain place, her roots were only set in herself and everywhere else was void of matter. That was how you stayed self-sufficient, it was how you survived. She had realized this in her travels of Helovia, and her findings quite valuable. Zandora owed nothing to no one, owed herself to nowhere, and she felt perfectly content with that idea. Casting loyalties had only deceived her, so if there was none to be cast, then there was a problem naught to be had. She had wondered east in this new day, her journey's across Helovia never stopping. Delicate ears tipped forward as she wondered amongst the forestry, the new scents and forest aromas whispering their histories and compositions into her onyx nostrils. The soft rays of the early sun spoke through the microphone of trees, casting notes and melodies onto her ebonite skin. It was a beautiful scene, the silence of the forest a song she loved listening to most. There was nothing more calming then the sway of old, wise trunks or the crackle and splash of icy streams. The song of the forest didn't cover the murder that took place within it, the destruction and the death. Zandora had watched, but she didn't dare interfere with affairs that could only cost her in the end. She was like the trees that surrounded her, watchful and quiet, not allowing herself to intervene in a world that was not hers to interrupt. Sighing, Zandora picked her way further into the labyrinth of bamboos and meadows. The rustle of another caught her attention, quickly awakening her from her daily stroll in her thoughts. Her purple eyes fell on the golden hide of Thranduil. He did not know who she was, but her always listening ears had heard his name once or twice. She too had watched him in battle, the battle that happened not to far from where they stood now. "Escaping the world too?" She asked, locks illuminated under the mellow rays. Perhaps she wasn't the only one who evaded the inquires of the world on this day. "Talk?" OCC: yeet @Thranduil RE: Pondering on Wanderers Wonderings - Thranduil - 12-13-2015
@Zandora RE: Pondering on Wanderers Wonderings - Zandora - 12-23-2015 Zandora
Yes, dear, I'm smiling Inside I'm dying Or maybe she was the only one who was trying to escape. Maybe she was the only one for a lot of things, and in a world so massive, so large, there had to be others that felt that same way she did, but perhaps the size did no graces, and Zandora was alone. All alone. His words were icy and venomous, the tone alarming her. Had she not just tried to start conversation? She became wary quite quickly, deciding to be more careful with what she said. There was a time, that Zandora did not care what others thought of her, but now it seemed that the passing of time had created a structure of filtration within the horned's head. His next words settled her previous alarms, but brought about an inner questioning that she wasn't exactly sure how to form into words. Her ears flickered back as the desire to be here slipped away. You are here because you are running. Stop running. She heard the words echo through her head as her subconscious reminded her what a frail thing she had become. When would the fiery Arabian return from her hiatus? Shifting her gaze that had fallen from the golden's back to her Lord, she spoke with soft cascading words that danced with the sadden melodies. "That's a good question. One I ask myself everyday." She started, tail lashing at her haunches as she ignored the mocking memories of herself. "I believe it is me I'm escaping." She then said, feeling the strangeness that those words brought to the aurora. Trying to avoid spilling to much, she too asked a question. "What do the bamboo grasses offer you today?" She inquired, wanting to know why the Lord sought the company of the yellow meadows and grasses. "Talk?" OCC: sorry she's such a mess, until she talks with Ashamin she's in this rut @Thranduil RE: Pondering on Wanderers Wonderings - Blu - 02-14-2016 unarchived per request RE: Pondering on Wanderers Wonderings - Thranduil - 02-14-2016
@Zandora RE: Pondering on Wanderers Wonderings - Zandora - 03-04-2016 Zandora
Yes, dear, I'm smiling Inside I'm dying His tail was a rhythmic beat in her drums, a pendulum swinging in it's glittering golden glory. There is a change of heart, a change of mindset, just like the switch of minute to another, Zandora is different. Perhaps the vibe the golden leviathan circulated was one that challenged her, beckoned her to wallow in her prides, her powers, not her pities. Or even the fact that the devil's daughter had shared weakness to another could be explanation enough. She was no woman who bowed to such mental feebleness that had crippled the masses(had crippled her), she is so much better then that. She is not surprised when the man peeps into the loopholes of her words she offered and prods for more information, just as she had so stupidly set herself up for and had also used on others. Maybe the minds of the heartless(oh how she wishes was was truly heartless, but really, she is everything but) are not so different all. He too incorporated a sly comment, and she could not help but to release a short chuckle. She'd give the man a chance she supposed, Zandora would play his little game, after all what better to play a round or two with a crafter herself? "Well it is not the reflection I wish to escape, it's more so the taunts, the reminders that that reflection sees. I wish to escape mistakes. Although it is quite easily seen that there is no such ordeal as escaping your failures." She offers, once again spewing more words then she desired. She would soon grow impatient if he picked at her skin again, her demand to leave the subject alone easily seeping through amethyst orbs. He speaks again and it is noted that the golden and the vixen had yet to become more the strangers, for their identities still rested behind their crowned skulls. Zandora's lips curl ever so slightly as her smokey words fill the voids, "Well then you as well are escaping yourself, that is if you too would consider your heart layered by the frozen waters of barrenness; ice?" She played back, trying her own trick; forcing his hand. She would now get to know whether the man believed himself as innocent or guilty, even if she knew little of the gold, she still pried to know all she could. His next words bloom a little regret in her mind, for the words spoken were just as personal as hers. He does not appear to be one that so easily lets information go, she figured this must've been some sort of mistake. Here they were, both inclined to keep their secrets hidden, but yet in the face of questioning, their Zandora is glad that he seems to move on, beckoning her to peer out at the translucent waters behind him. She does not understand his intent, but it was her turn to play along with his move. Stepping forward, the vixen neared him to better look at what he wished for her to see(or not see.) As she passed the aureate stallion, she flicked her lilac tail so that it might brush upon his barrel, she was far above the whores of Helovia, but the fox does have her ways of slowly drawing, luring, hoping for a catch. This man of mystery might not fall to such tempts, but there was no harm in a little fun. Letting her attention fall to white capped water, she looked for something, anything that was spectacular enough for verbal recording, but Zandora was only shown a blurred vision of herself. Turning her dished face, her brow arches as words of silk fall from black lips. "I am no creative woman, if you wish for me to preform some sort of poetic painting, I am afraid I will prove to disappoint. For all I see is a mere stream, in a mere forest, placed in a mere world." Oh what a beautiful lie it was. She saw so much more then nature, she saw stories in the pattern of nature, but perhaps most of all was that reflection that had stared back at her. Yes, Zandora saw that. "Talk?" OCC: so this post got away from me hahaha sorry @Thranduil RE: Pondering on Wanderers Wonderings - Thranduil - 04-11-2016
@Zandora RE: Pondering on Wanderers Wonderings - Zandora - 05-19-2016 Zandora
Yes, dear, I'm smiling Inside I'm dying Her orbs rose from the streams, from the haunting mirror of a horned mare in ebonite and purple, how had he known she had lied? Zandora was no awful lier, she had grown up lying, she was the shadow mare. But, somehow he had figured it out. Perhaps he was calling her bluff, provoking and poking, wishing and waiting for her to break under his glare. Anger rose up in her veins, but what she looked back too was enough to diminish that. It was her. But not. WHAT THE FUCK. Her ears pinned, body immediately growing defensive as she stared at herself. Was this some sort of illusion? She glanced around, looking for a certain golden cat in the rummage, finding none, her cold eyes settled upon stark pupiless orbs, mockery and something else alit in them. She wanted to charge, wanted to sink the entirety of her horn in that body, in that body that was HERS, not someone else's to play around in. She did not know if it would hurt her, so she merely stood motionless, her expression absent of warmth, but full of nothing else--she wouldn't play any more of his games. She already had lost too many rounds, SHE was the master of trickery and she wouldn't allow some man dripped in gold defeat her. "Your little magic tricks are childish, I do not fear you." She said plainly, almost annoyed with the whole situation. All she wanted was a good time, a little bit of satisfaction to her craving, and the vixen had stumbled upon a man and his card deck. "What do you want, fallen king of the Basin? What lies beyond that skull of yours hmm?" She asked, her eyes still locked within the own mirrored gaze of her own. She wanted to look away, didn't want to see her body being invaded by this man, but she would not give into the wishes Two could play the game. "Talk?" OCC: merp I honestly didnt know how to write her reaction so sorry for the lateness/vagueness! Now with the order they will be seeing each other a lot and I wanted this tread to be wrapped up/wrapping up @Thranduil |