[O] Nobody puts baby in the sand - Printable Version +- HELOVIA || The Way to the Sun (http://helovia.com) +-- Forum: Out of Character (http://helovia.com/forumdisplay.php?fid=1) +--- Forum: Archives (http://helovia.com/forumdisplay.php?fid=11) +--- Thread: [O] Nobody puts baby in the sand (/showthread.php?tid=24983) |
||||
Nobody puts baby in the sand - Esinakh - 08-27-2016 esinakh
Quivering. Everything about her was quivering. From her legs, to her nostrils; from her lips to her wingtips. She was coated. Coated in this gritty, white dirt. It wasn’t dirt though. No, it was different. Worse. This fine, alabaster gravel had started just by puckering around her small, dark hooves. That had been worrisome, but she routinely washed her hooves multiple (read: five) times per day. There was streams and a large lake at home, and she didn’t often stray far from it. Until today. Today, when she had finally succumbed to the need of submerging her body in the vast body of water that beckoned her high atop the sea cliffs. She was too young, too small, and not brave enough (unlike brother) to trust her wings, yet. What if she fell? She’d be smothered by earth and twigs and filth. So her trek to the ocean had begun, after stepping into the now-paltry streams of Tallsun; dipping her limbs and washing up to her knobby, barred knees. Care was taken, as always, with her right forelimb. It had gleamed white when she left the flowing water. Concern had begun to rise in her as the streams shrank daily. What happened if they were gone? The lake was fine, but it was so still. It didn’t allow for the clean feeling of rushing water. Maybe the ocean, in it’s ever-undulating beauty, would give her that? So she found herself on the beach. Quivering. Quivering because the sand that had baited her with mere kisses on her hooves now coated her body. It stuck in the grey clay that had sprung to her back the moment she left the Edge due to trepidation of being out, alone. The sand was in the grains of her feathers, stark white pinpoints of bright agony against her dark plumage and skin. She bleated once, but it was cut off as her too-large, white eyes roved, panicked, across her hopelessly sandy body. “Rak!” a futile cry for her brother (her savior), as her forelimbs thrashed twice, sending more sand to stick to her sweaty, clay-covered body. Open to anyone! She's having a lil meltdown over the sand. @Arakh will prob join when Snow comes off absent :D <3 RE: Nobody puts baby in the sand - Arakh - 08-30-2016
@Esinakh RE: Nobody puts baby in the sand - Esinakh - 09-10-2016 arakh and esinakh
“Esi?” His voice breaks through the overwhelming roar of panic in her small, young mind. It is a faint sound amid the tumultuous fear that barraged her head—but, still, it is a sound of safety. Her pale, wide eyes leave the mess of welling clay and sticking sand that is her skin, instead probing the sandy wasteland that has become her personal hell. And suddenly he is there, his soft muzzle touching her filthy, digusting, hateful side. Her quivering skin visibly spasms as his velveteen nose makes contact with the sand that layers her body, head twitching as her neck jerks at the feeling. Were it anyone else, the filly would have imploded, a small ball of terrified, helpless energy. But, it was Rak, her brother-calf. She mewled quietly, the sound only partially making out of her panic-constricted throat. Her wide, white eyes pinned his bright blue ones, not even glancing at his comforting grin, as she freezes. And then, in a spastic motion, she shoves her horn-nubbed head into his shoulder. She recoiled slightly as her gritty face hit his sweat—but then she pushed her eyes further into his shoulder. So much stouter and bigger than her, the colt was her protector, her savior. In this arrangement, she blindly followed Arakh’s small steps into the lapping waves. She trembled with each step, clay welling from her spine and now dripping from her slender, tiny sides. It plops on the sand, welling in grit-coated balls as the tide took one droplet out to sea. But Esi did not see this, she only saw the black, warm, wet coat of brother. Of safety. The moment the salty water touched her skin a soft sigh gusted out of her mouth and onto her brother. “Thank Rak,” the whispered words were barely audible as they slipped out of her terrorized throat. Unwillingly, she untucked her head from the asylum of his neck and shoulder, eyes closing against the vision of her dirty body, as she slipped further into the rushing waves. Further, further she walked, only opening her pale eyes when the water hit the bottom of her wings. She dipped beneath the waves for a moment, head and all, before breaching the surface again in sputter of air and salt. Her eyes turned back to Rak, still wide and slightly panicked, but mostly calm now. “Why Rak here?” Her voice was still small in the wake of her fright. But at least now, with most of the sand and clay washed by the relentless waves, she was clean. “Esi thought she come alone,” though she had not met her father since her fateful birth, the strange filly had begun to mimic her brother’s speech pattern rather than her mother’s. in a world of chaos you are my calm @Arakh RE: Nobody puts baby in the sand - Arakh - 09-17-2016
@Esinakh RE: Nobody puts baby in the sand - Esinakh - 10-02-2016 arakh and esinakh
”Rak always here.” Her brother’s words sank into her chest, an anchor in the tumultuous sea her mind always seemed to be adrift in. Always the thread of the storm on the horizon; the tsunami-like wave of fear that would crash over her and wipe away any trace of herself. That she would, again, be drowning in the red blackness that had nearly silenced her young mind before it began. So she shifted closer to him, small legs stamping somewhat frantically a few times to rid herself of the seafoam that clung to her water-darkened legs. “Yes, Esi better,” and it was true; her trembled had nearly stopped; only a quake raked her form every once in a while. Her white eyes left Rak’s bright blues for a moment, looking down at her now shiny, ocean-slicked body. “Look, all same color!” Her exclamation was happy as she lifted a wing to show that the water’s wetness had darkened the varying shades of grey into a monotone black. Her milk teeth gleamed in a smile at Arakh. Though her shoulders twitched once as she felt a single bead of clay well to the surface there, a repercussion of her happiness at being one, even hue. She turned her attention to the trail of grey, clay pebbles that marked their walk into the water. Fearful uncertainly flashed into her eyes at the thought of walking back home (to safety), “Esi wish she could fly. Like Rak.” Her voice was small again, pale pale eyes turning to the clay in the sand once again. Except, this time, one larger clump began to twitch and move. Her ears, one white-rimmed, flicked forward, eyes growing wide. It twitched again, surface trembling as the sand began to be pushed out of its center and onto its surface. Her voice failed her as she watched, though her body gravitated close to Rak’s, her stare not leaving the moving clay ball. What was happening? in a world of chaos you are my calm @Arakh maybe she can discover her magic and craft them some crude bull figurines? RE: Nobody puts baby in the sand - Arakh - 10-20-2016
@Esinakh omg yes that would be amazeballs! RE: Nobody puts baby in the sand - Esinakh - 10-24-2016 arakh and esinakh
Her white eyes widen at the thought of learning to fly—even if Rak was her teacher. He was safe, but flying… But then he speaks of sitting on clean, white clouds and the immediate refusal melts from her face. “Clean?” her hopeful, interested voice parrots the word. It was clear that, to Esi, the idea of sitting on a clean cloud alongside brother-calf was her idea of absolute nirvana. But she isn’t left long to dwell on her personal ideal of heaven, as another ball of clay beings to coalesce with droplets, shaking and vibrating as sand is pushed out of it’s innards and to its surface. Unknown to the little calf, her absolute happiness at the thought of her and Rak on clouds together has channeled into the clay that was so acutely tied to her emotions. And then Rak is there stepping in front of her and keeping her safe from the very clay that threatens to smother her every day along her back. His wings flare, blocking the clay from her view, though she does not mind. She has seen enough filth for a lifetime (despite the brevity of hers thus far). “What it doing, Rak?” Her loud whisper sounded from her relative safety behind his wings. …but the strange thing was that Esi already knew what the clay was doing. Somehow, the imprinted vision of her and Rak on clouds moulded in to clay in her mind—much to her distress. Now the dirt was in her mind? She shifted behind brother-calf as the two clay balls rose out of the sand, now fully formed and still. They were in the rough shapes of two grey calves, though the pale sand had shifted on one to coat the horns while on the other it had moved to vaguely imitate Esi’s white markings. She snorted in relief as the strange, clay-sludge in her mind left. “They calves?” Her question sounded, again, from behind Arakh’s wings, knowing what the clay was without even seeing it. “Now Esi always have Rak,” her voice was beginning to fade as exhaustion hit her young mind, hard, “And Rak have Esi.” And then she leaned heavily against her brother-calf. in a world of chaos you are my calm @Arakh Esi crafted 2 small clay calf figurines! One has white sand over the horns (imitating Rak) and the other has white markings like Esi! I think Rak could take the Esi look-alike & Esi take the Rak look-alike? RE: Nobody puts baby in the sand - Arakh - 11-20-2016
@Esinakh SORRY I SUCK I DIDN'T EVEN SEE YOU'D REPLIED TO THIS 8C But yeah that sounds awesome! So cute omg |