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Zero to hero - Ampere - 12-29-2015
Ampere & Zèklè
Ampere was quickly spinning out of control of her life. This was no doubt because one never really ever had control, and it was definitely because it was the individuals in her life that were going wayward and you certainly never controlled them, but even so, it was hectic and it was causing her to grind her teeth at night she was so stressed. Like she'd once taught her son, you needed to take those moments to step away and enjoy the world for what it was, or what it could be. Although this wasn't exactly that, the symbolism was still there, and it was a deep breath in a recent series of huffy ones that should hopefully bring her some sense of peace and solidarity. She had meant to do it sooner, but shit had hit the fan and it had taken a long time to clean it all up, but she was here now, and she hoped that still counted for something. She hoped it was still good enough for him - now more than ever she needed to make sure she allotted time for her It was easy to make it sound like Zekle needed her, but to be honest, she missed him, especially compared to the girls. They were already strongly independent, leaning on each other instead of her, and it made her feel a bit, unnecessary, like she was just a milk bag. She tried not to let such thoughts creep inside her head, she was sure most parents rejoiced at their foals not demanding them so much, and she might have if she'd had any opportunity to grow tired of them to begin with. Perhaps her boy had spoiled her. He'd been so easy, so carefree, so kind and good-hearted that it had been easy to fall in love with him. But he's getting older, she thought, the notion not an easy one for her to deal with. Soon he wouldn't need her at all, and would he be ready then, to face the world? Time to stop sharing silly stories. Time to make him unbreakable. "Zero!" she called out, her change to his preferred nickname just one example of her letting him grow and taking him seriously. "C'mon, let's begin!" It was just becoming dawn. She'd left the girls to nap and roused to find her boy already gone. She searched in his favorite places, calling for him to begin their training. She even had a knife picked out for him, its sterling body gleaming in the increasing dawn light as it hovered on electric hands before her. 
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Zekle
RE: Zero to hero - Zèklè - 01-21-2016
I'LL BE YOUR NUMBER ONE WITH A BULLET
a loaded god complex, cock it and pull it
a loaded god complex, cock it and pull it
There'd been a lot of things happening recently, and if we're being totally honest, Zero wasn't sure he liked them all. Like: suddenly, without anyone telling him or asking how he felt, he was a big brother. And, y'know, for the most part that was cool. He liked watching the girls wobble around, liked the proud feeling that filled him when he looked down and saw his baby sisters, even if they were a little (a lot) weird. Like, really really weird- and he couldn't say why, exactly, but there was definitely something unsettling about the way they seemed so interested in bones and dead things. Must be Gaucho's influence.
(an opinion that only served to deepen his uncertainty regarding his own parentage, because why else would he and the girls be so different?)
And the worst part was, he couldn't talk to Ma about it. It was the first problem in his short life he couldn't bring to her, because after all, what was he gonna say? "Hey, Ma, how come the last couple babies you pooped out are so, I dunno, weird? Is it maybe something you ate?" Besides, it's not like he really had room to talk.
At least they both had two wings.
While all he had was the metal still growing out of his side. He'd been itching at it, pulling flakes off from where it had stretched over to his hip and making a neat little pile of titanium in the sand. It was the same color as the dawn-lit ocean: the ocean he'd been born beside, here at the far southern point of the Throat.
Zero loved the ocean, and spent a lot of time at the bottom of the island, searching for rocks and daydreaming about the animals who lived within the depths. He wished he could fly over it, or even better, under it- he wanted to meet Pushta the whale again and ask him more questions. Maybe there were more whales! Did Pushta have a family? The idea of baby whales made him grin, and that's how Ma found him, smiling in the dawn, sunbeam eyes staring intently into the foggy grey sea, as though he thought that if he stared high enough, he might just be able to see through the water and into the depths.
Ampere's voice made her son jump and whirl around, lopdised grin growing brighter as an embarassed flush rose into his cheeks. "Hey, Ma!" Zero called brightly, furtively kicking sand over the pile of silver skin: he knew how much Ma hated his defect, and felt no need to draw more attention to it, now that she had a set of twins with perfect wings. "What're we beginnin'?" A flicker of uncertainty flashed across his face. Was he about to get a lecture on how to be a better brother, or on not leaving the Throat so much, or being better about guard and patrol duty (something he was, to be fair, abysmal at), or...? He swallowed. There were so many things.
But the happiness in Zero's deepening voice and sunbeam eyes was real, because no matter what else, his Ma was here (just her) to spend time with him (just him), for maybe the first time since he'd broken his wing. He grinned down at his shorter (hahahaHAHAHAHSUCKIT!) Ma, tailfeathers fluttering merrily in the ocean breeze. And sure, a lot had happened since then. But no matter what, none of it could ever come between the boy and his unfailing love for Ampere the Lightning Mare, Best Fighter and Best Ma this side of the Zerrific Sea.
(an opinion that only served to deepen his uncertainty regarding his own parentage, because why else would he and the girls be so different?)
And the worst part was, he couldn't talk to Ma about it. It was the first problem in his short life he couldn't bring to her, because after all, what was he gonna say? "Hey, Ma, how come the last couple babies you pooped out are so, I dunno, weird? Is it maybe something you ate?" Besides, it's not like he really had room to talk.
At least they both had two wings.
While all he had was the metal still growing out of his side. He'd been itching at it, pulling flakes off from where it had stretched over to his hip and making a neat little pile of titanium in the sand. It was the same color as the dawn-lit ocean: the ocean he'd been born beside, here at the far southern point of the Throat.
Zero loved the ocean, and spent a lot of time at the bottom of the island, searching for rocks and daydreaming about the animals who lived within the depths. He wished he could fly over it, or even better, under it- he wanted to meet Pushta the whale again and ask him more questions. Maybe there were more whales! Did Pushta have a family? The idea of baby whales made him grin, and that's how Ma found him, smiling in the dawn, sunbeam eyes staring intently into the foggy grey sea, as though he thought that if he stared high enough, he might just be able to see through the water and into the depths.
Ampere's voice made her son jump and whirl around, lopdised grin growing brighter as an embarassed flush rose into his cheeks. "Hey, Ma!" Zero called brightly, furtively kicking sand over the pile of silver skin: he knew how much Ma hated his defect, and felt no need to draw more attention to it, now that she had a set of twins with perfect wings. "What're we beginnin'?" A flicker of uncertainty flashed across his face. Was he about to get a lecture on how to be a better brother, or on not leaving the Throat so much, or being better about guard and patrol duty (something he was, to be fair, abysmal at), or...? He swallowed. There were so many things.
But the happiness in Zero's deepening voice and sunbeam eyes was real, because no matter what else, his Ma was here (just her) to spend time with him (just him), for maybe the first time since he'd broken his wing. He grinned down at his shorter (hahahaHAHAHAHSUCKIT!) Ma, tailfeathers fluttering merrily in the ocean breeze. And sure, a lot had happened since then. But no matter what, none of it could ever come between the boy and his unfailing love for Ampere the Lightning Mare, Best Fighter and Best Ma this side of the Zerrific Sea.
Z è K L è
am i more than you bargained for yet?
am i more than you bargained for yet?
RE: Zero to hero - Ampere - 02-03-2016
Ampere & Zèklè
She found him in the corner of the land, where sand and surf met in near perfect harmony. That his affection mirrored her's for the sea was not something that she failed to notice, and the recognition of it now brought a smile to her features which were too often taut with worry and stress these days. My boy she thinks with an internal sigh of relief, yet even that is fleeting; as the distance closes between them she recognizes for the first time just how big he had gotten.It's a strange mixture of grief and pride that courses over her, a wash of mother's love and loss that both fills and leaves her empty. Pausing briefly, taken aback by this new realization of just how grown he is, just how little time is left, just how unprepared she has left him... he'd been so weak she tried to argue, and hated herself for it. Her ears flicked uncertainly, but his radiating voice and energy coaxed another smile to her features. He's not grown yet she affirms for herself, but she can't help but wonder where she lost all the time. She had told him once long ago to cherish the moments of peace you carved out of life. Had she forgotten to do that herself? Had she forgotten to make something for them? No time like the present. "Your training!" she announced energetically, ignoring the void where his other wing should be and the strange amorphous metal that resided there instead. "If you want to fight gods, we should start with fighting horses," she grinned toothily, her marking stretched further then the dark side of her face with her signature lopsided-wild smile. She reached out to meet him with a gentle blow of air and a lip at his nape before side-stepping away, wings unfurled faintly for balance. "Now, my lightning," she murmured, her eyes sharpening into something more dangerous as she yanked on her books of war. "Keep yourself balanced and moving. A still target is easy to hit, so try and coerce your opponent to be still, but you should always remain in motion". Easy for him, she assumed, he was practically one of her raw balls of energy as it was. "So try and hit me," she bade as she began to trot in the sands, mane whipping about her as she tossed him a look over her shoulder, attempting to circle around him.
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