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all i wanted was you - Quilyan - 01-15-2016 A flickering light illuminated the room into which the prince now wandered, desperately seeking a distraction from his own thoughts. It had not been easy, his return to reality; wherever he roamed, he saw her face. Zarina tried to hide her memories from the stallion, tried to protect him from the times before - but despite her best efforts, he saw the mare everywhere. When he looked to the sky, he saw the gold of her eyes in the sun. When he looked to the trees, he saw the glittering of her mane in the sparkling Orangemoon light. She was everywhere, and she was nowhere, and he was at once smitten and petrified by the ghost of her memory. He did not remember, not truly; the pictures that his companion painted were vivid, to be sure, but they did not augment his own memory. When Zarina offered a shred of his past, he clung to it, searching, reaching, wanting to find some scrap of it within himself, but no matter how hard he tried, how far he reached, his attempts were in vain. When he closed his eyes, he could see her face - but it was not his memory. It was Zarina's. At times, he thought he heard her voice, but it was not in his mind. It was in Zarina's, oddly and awkwardly transported into his mind. The life that she portrayed was painful to see now, now that he had ruined it all and left those he had apparently once cared for shattered in his wake. He had a mate, a daughter, a brother; he had a home, and a family that loved him, even after all his mistakes and transgressions. But now... whatever he had done, however he had left them, it had been too much this time. Somehow, he had managed to destroy his life and forget about it in the process. The implications of it all were too much to bear, and he had spent his days since leaving the mare in a deep depression. Nothing that Zarina said could shake his angst, and every time she tried, the images simply piled up once more. No. He needed to get away from his own thoughts. Unfortunately, it is rather difficult to run from oneself. He had tried, of course, taking to the skies and shoving himself through the deep blue, trying to see just how fast he could go. He had run through the forest, felt the twigs of autumn scraping at his pelt as he sprinted by, welcoming the stinging pain, however temporary it was. He had even tried to see if he could fly high enough to touch the sun, as though Icarus might have held all the answers; and when he failed, as he had known he would, he had allowed his wings to tuck tightly to his body, free-falling in a dive that he knew he would save himself from, for he still hadn't the courage to face death. And so here he was, lost and alone, searching for yet another way to forget. He had stumbled through the caves, not knowing what it was, exactly, that he was looking for, until he fell into the cavern with the flickering light and the sketches on the walls. At first, he didn't want to be interested in them: what right did he have, after everything, to express interest in anything at all? What was the point, when he had no one to share his interest with? Why should he bother, when he would probably just forget it all anyway? But, eventually, curiosity won out, as it always did. He stepped closer to the walls, pacing slowly around the room, his muzzle tracing gently along the lines of the drawings, trying to decipher them. Th'orqui had been home to libraries aplenty, and these were the first written anything he had seen in years. Of course, he had seen them before, when the Heart Caves were first exposed to Helovia; but he didn't remember, and, to be honest, he wouldn't have wanted to. Somehow, finding them here, now, when he needed so desperately something new to cling to - it made him feel clean for the first time in days, as though this new discovery might prove to be his salvation. "Speak." --Zarina.-- @Chernobyl Quilyan
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RE: all i wanted was you - Chernobyl - 02-19-2016
it's a little weird because i'm tired I'M SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT MY DEAR <33 @Quilyan RE: all i wanted was you - Quilyan - 03-04-2016 The prince recognized the distinct clip-clop of approaching hooves at the same time as Zarina, and as one, they turned to observe the entrance of the stranger. She was a slender black unicorn mare, with nothing particularly noteworthy about her appearance other than a small white marking beneath her left eye and a clump of feathers tangled in her mane. The stallion had never seen her before, a fact that Zarina clarified to be true; with relief, he offered a friendly smile and shoved his worries to the back of his mind. Perhaps this would be the much-needed distraction that he had been searching for when he had descended into the caves. "What do you know about these?" His attention returned to the hieroglyphs, tracing their lines with his violet gaze. Many of them looked as though they might represent something or other, but he couldn't be sure. In Th'orqui's upper classes, they had used much more advanced symbols to communicate. Even their ancient pictures had been less... indeterminate than the ones depicted in this cavern. He cocked his head to the side thoughtfully. "Not much," he admitted. "Where I come from, we have - had - more refined methods of communication, but there's something rather fascinating about these, isn't there? I think..." He caught sight of an image of a sun, brilliant and large. "If I were to base this assumption on the early writings of my homeland, then I would guess that larger images were meant to show dominance, of a sort. That sun, for example - it is much larger than anything around it. I would take that to indicate that it is a depiction of the Sun God, meant to show that he is of higher importance. But that is, after all, only a guess." He turned to peer at the mare with interest. "I don't believe we've met. My name is Quilyan." "Speak." --Zarina.-- @Chernobyl - whoops, so sorry this took so long! <3 Quilyan
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RE: all i wanted was you - Chernobyl - 03-10-2016
@Quilyan :D RE: all i wanted was you - Quilyan - 03-18-2016 His violet gaze was lost among the drawings dotting the cavern walls. Back home, they had moved on to using symbols written on paper - scribes had water magic, and they were able to manipulate colored water to create the symbols - but, once upon a time, there had been hieroglyphs much like these used to document history. He cocked his head to the side, exploring an age of Helovia that had most likely been lost, save for these cryptic messages. Who or what had created these drawings? What were they made of? How had they appeared on these walls? Why? The stallion glanced toward the mare as she pressed her nose lovingly to a symbol of a leaf, and then to a moon. These, too, were larger than the surrounding images, as if to denote their importance. He wondered briefly if the gods knew that these pictures existed, if they were aware of the stories behind them. Was there anyone who knew their meaning? Their origin? This mare would not have asked him if she had known, surely - so he assumed that she was just as in the dark as he. "So they are," he replied softly, his voice hushed, as though in the presence of something sacred. She introduced herself (or, at least, to the best of his understanding) as Bull - an odd name, to say the least. He merely smiles, his years of training in diplomacy hiding his amusement. "The same to you, m'lady." At her question, however, he pauses, his gaze flicking back to the hieroglyphs, shadows appearing in his eyes. "I'm not sure, to be perfectly honest. I suppose I just stumbled upon these caves, and this room caught my attention for obvious reasons. There's history here, written on these walls, if we could only decipher the code." "Speak." --Zarina.-- Quilyan
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@Chernobyl RE: all i wanted was you - Chernobyl - 04-13-2016
pfft sorry i made you wait because i'm a butthead xD @Quilyan RE: all i wanted was you - Quilyan - 04-18-2016 Bull's gentle teasing is a welcome reprieve from the abyss of his own mind, and she draws a genuine chuckle from the prince. He had not noticed her staring, and in fact only turned his violet gaze back to her once she had begun to speak again. There was something comfortable about their companionship -- or perhaps it was only the darkness that enveloped them, providing a welcome sense of warmth, a deceiving sense of belonging. The prince wondered vaguely what sordid past had chased Bull down here, if there was more to her story that what she revealed. He would not blame her for having skimmed over her story, not when he had happily done the same for his. The cave was an escape, though it had turned into quite the interesting place to hide from his problems. "I can see why you haven't left," he told her, the sparkling of his eyes hiding how serious he was. "It's... quiet here. It would be easy to get lost, lose track of the days..." Lose track of yourself. He looked around absently, skimming along the lines that depicted the images on the walls. Her words gave a voice to his thoughts, and he found himself nodding along thoughtfully. "Every bit of this cavern is covered in history," he added thoughtfully, "even if it isn't particularly useful history. Even if these are only, say, bedtime stories for some ancient horse's children, or the drawings of some particularly artistic individual -- it could still give us information about the time period they came from: the culture, the world, the gods... It's a shame to imagine all that knowledge lost to the ages, isn't it?" "Speak." --Zarina.-- Quilyan
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@Chernobyl - bleh I'm so sorry this is crappy. RE: all i wanted was you - Chernobyl - 05-07-2016
pofff as always sorry for the wait i really love this random threaddd <33 @Quilyan RE: all i wanted was you - Quilyan - 05-21-2016 There is a lull in conversation after he speaks, and he settle easily into the silence. Zarina is settled sleepily in his mane, bored by the conversation and its topic. -- If you are so interested in the paintings, -- she yawns in his mind, -- then why don't you ask someone about them? -- He begins to explain that there isn't anyone around to ask, that these drawings may be hundreds or even thousands of years old, that there isn't anyone left that would know about them - but then she is asleep, tangled in the little nest that she has created in his mane. Quilyan smirks slightly, amused by his companion's lack of interest. Still, he muses, she might have a point. Perhaps there was someone else that they could ask about the meaning of the drawings. Bull mentions fresh air, turning towards the cave entrance; Quilyan follows in silence, his brow furrowed ever-so-slightly in thought. The pair wander through the labyrinthian caverns, past grasses and water and everything one could ever need to survive. In fact, the caves had helped Helovians to survive, though the stallion could not remember. Had Zarina been awake, she might have fed him her memories, allowed him to see through her eyes as the wraiths had appeared, driving all of Helovia underground. For now, though, the steed is oblivious, lost in his imaginings of magical beings and age-old secrets. When the pair emerge from the caves, the prince is surprised by the freshness of the air. He had not realized how stale the caverns had been, nor how dark. It had been fitting, somehow, before, but Bull's conversation has revitalized some part of the steed, reminded him that there is more to life than the past (especially a past that he cannot remember). The gentle breeze of dawn ruffles his feathers, raising bumps along his back as he shakes off the chill. Birdsong, he thought to himself. When did that happen? "Bull," he began after a moment, his voice distant, lost in thought. "How long have you stayed in the caves?" "Speak." --Zarina.-- Quilyan
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@Chernobyl RE: all i wanted was you - Chernobyl - 05-29-2016 @Quilyan
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