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cloud chasers - Murtagh - 05-26-2016
for @Bathsheba !! :D RE: cloud chasers - Bathsheba - 05-27-2016 standing on my broken throne crying out for what was done Life had suddenly become so much more interesting, and in so short a time. Did she enjoy it? That was yet to be seen as the filly limped pitifully back to the meadows. These fields likened to heaven were becoming a frequent bolt-hole for her to disappear to, even if the occasional passerby were to disturb the peace; none had yet to disturb her. A burbling creek served as refuge for tired and weary hooves, but even more so for a heavy heart. The soft rush of cold water over smooth stone was mesmerizing, allowing the patchwork child to drop her lids and step into its path. The chill against a slowly ripening sunrise felt amazing, quelling the ripples of distress that rode down her spine. Soon she would have labored beneath a hot sun and as many might agree, she despised the heat. The cool shade of a tree or dark shadow of a cave was her preferred residence, but seeing as the fields lacked these things… she blinked long and slow, pale white eyes gazing down into the ever-moving stream. This would have to do. Much had been learned at the meeting they had just left, mother and she. Although most of it was far beyond her level of understanding, it did not see fit to leave her untouched by the dour emotions that permeated its core. No animal present had been happy, all of them frowning or worse, angry. Of course her focus had been more so on the colt, Virga, Virga. Such a wily creature, no older than herself, but seemingly far more advanced. Then again most of the horses she came in contact with seemed beyond her grasp in every area: speech, thinking, ideas, even play. Perhaps Virga had been the straw to break the proverbial camels back, a phrase her mother had used once, and something Sheba felt she better understood. The disappointment was palpable, a shimmering aura of reality that had nothing better to do than serve as a constant weight on her mind. Or maybe that was just the sun coming up, setting the dark hairs of her back afire. Suddenly there he was, or so she assumed it was a he. The colt came tumbling into the scene followed by the strangest creature, large but not overly huge, beautiful really. It lumbered after its charge who came closer and closer, so close in fact that Bathsheba was forced to move. She swung her hips around and suffered, pain launching pin-needles through the bones of her hindquarters. It was a cruel reminder of why she rarely partook of such… “frolicking.” For it was the only word she felt could describe just how happy this boy looked. A roan coat fit him snugly, four jaunty legs wore tall white socks while his eyes were a dark brown – or so she hoped. “What is that?” She asked, maybe it would prevent him from stumbling into her space. @Murtagh RE: cloud chasers - Murtagh - 06-05-2016
@Bathsheba <3 RE: cloud chasers - Bathsheba - 06-08-2016 standing on my broken throne crying out for what was done His eyes were not brown, in fact they were not blue either, which is what her next guess would have been. Standing still and at attention gave her the opportunity to see that his eyes were actually a very soft shade of purple, a color to which she had no name. To be honest it did not really matter, her curiosity was geared more toward the creature at his side. The great lumbering thing was… female, ‘This is my little sister!’ he exclaimed, his excitement great and even intimidating. Sheba took an uncomfortable step back; this level of exuberance was a foreign thing to the filly, being locked in a shell of pain most times. “No I… have not.” and it was true, Bathsheba was only just coming into the discovery of companions. Through Erebos and Virga, and now this strange colt she was becoming more and more intrigued by the bizarre connection between horse and animal. What? Kind of animal was this thing. It was unlike anything she had yet seen, her fur a painted pattern of dark browns, whites and blacks. Her eyes shifted back and forth in small, narrowed sockets atop a long, thick nose. This little horse claimed it to be his sister and Sheba knew it just was not possible. Yet… “does she..” her voice was small, “have a name?” Upon asking the child realized that she had yet to give her own name and just as suddenly she felt the urge to hide. Bathsheba did not want to give her name away to this colt or his companion, did that make her rude? Did it make her selfish? Would mother be disappointed? These things knocked around the back of her skull as she stood there, water gushing gently over small hooves and pale eyes locked firmly upon the hulking beast at their feet. @Murtagh RE: cloud chasers - Murtagh - 06-14-2016
@Bathsheba RE: cloud chasers - Bathsheba - 06-17-2016 I've never been a rich man And that was how the west was won Sorellina, sor- sora-leena. Her tongue molded around the word in her mouth. Sorellina, and she was a bear. What was a bear? "Bear? Are all companions... bears?" she asks, for she had not managed to get this far with anyone before. In many ways it was further than she wanted to go, even as the boy-child, no - Murtagh, shrunk back in response to her discomfort. At least she could be reassured he was not forceful or rude. He even seemed a tad confused and in some form it was vaguely endearing, but she knew so little of him it was no more than a passing thought. Murtagh, as he claimed to be, had so much energy it is a wonder he could contain it all. Perhaps he could not, which is why he came off so intrusive at times. The creature, Sorellina seemed very reluctant to follow her partners orders, and Bathsheba did not blame her. She had not asked to see the bear up close and yet there she was, snuffling gently at Sheba's hooves. Was it a greeting? Was she sizing up her next meal? There was no telling and so the filly stood utterly still, not a muscle moved other than the contraction of her ribs. Murtagh was unconcerned, there was no danger as his smile never once fell from his face. Sheba swallowed and with one ear on the colt, lowered her head ever so slowly, nostrils flaring in anxiety as she breathed. Bear, was a strange scent, foreign and musky, full of fur and leaves, but she could find nothing to worry about. There was no danger here. "Hello.." she took another deep breath "Sorellina, you are... lovely." And she was, Bathsheba was admittedly enchanted with the creature, her hide seemed so soft. "I am," She hesitated, looking back up at Murtagh and glancing around a moment. "Bathsheba, nice to meet you." @Murtagh RE: cloud chasers - Murtagh - 06-19-2016
@Bathsheba RE: cloud chasers - Bathsheba - 06-26-2016 standing on my broken throne crying out for what was done Murtagh, that was his name and she wondered, did it have a meaning? And did it have anything to do with an overabundance of energy? She could not understand where he was able to just... keep going as he did. Bathsheba was not exactly tired but she was not nearly as empowered as this colt here. The flesh of her spine rippled under the growing heat of the sun, warning her that it was drifting further into the afternoon. A quick glance confirmed, clouds had come in from the North somewhere and taken refuge over their heads. This did not seem to dissuade Murtagh and the filly doubted he had even noticed, fool of a boy! Weather was important, weather is what- ! "Wanna play a game with us?" a game? The train of thought raging uncomfortably within her mind came to a slow halt. A game? He wanted to play a game with her? Bathsheba blinked several times, staring at him in genuine surprise, then distrust, before slowly allowing for the small hint of a smile. "What kind of.." he asked right? "game? Oh she loved games, she loved them as much as she loved her Mother, maybe even more to be honest. Sialia tried to play games with her every now and again and sometimes Bathsheba tried to play back. For the most part the black mare was too big to really play with her and the filly felt like more of a hindrance than a player. Murtagh was her size though and her mind was already reeling with hope, somebody she could play with that would not bowl her over. But... what would they play, a disdainful look to her back legs reminded her that she was not exactly fit for anything serious. The pain in her hips would return and she would be crippled of playing anything, crippled... Bathsheba frowned and looked down. "Do you play hide and seek?" the suggestion was a slight one, creeping at the edges of her mind. This was something she could do without needing to extend more than necessary, but is it what he wanted? @Murtagh ( RE: cloud chasers - Murtagh - 07-24-2016
my happy muse has been the WORST but here's hoping it comes back and you won't have to wait 5000 years for me to reply anymore <33 @Bathsheba |