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Left Unspoken - Ryouta - 09-04-2016 Receive the erased memories And broken heart on the palm of my hand. Fear. That mortal emotion tied to our sense of fight or flight. Fear reigns over the natural realm, driving many important functions of the living. However, the threats on my own mortality have ceased, long ago, to draw a rapid pounding of my heart. The shadows laying thick and heavy in the depth of the forest leave much to the imagination, with opportunity for a more impressive mind to create monsters and ghouls to haunt the halls of wood. Instead, I feel nothing but a pressing silence as heavy, damp air clings to my lungs. The loss of such a primal and basic emotion of fear came with stark advantages, of course. A clear mind amid horrors unspeakable garnered you a clear advantage over a frenzied beast unable to hold their own bowel movements in check. However, perhaps the most overlooked, the disadvantages existed. The strength wrought from adrenaline fueled by fear - it allowed for a poweress unmatched by the coolheaded killer. Of course, I am far from battling shape at this point. Months had passed since my hooves contacted flesh in a violent dance of limbs and willpower. Still, I lurk among the shadows of the great trees, ignoring the eerie feeling tied to the nature of this place. Unlike the sun soaked areas of Helovia which emanated a brilliance, this place seemed to be lost to memory. Tragedy hung in the air, though no whispers of why became evident. Only the occasional deep gash in a trunk could seen, leaving my mind to decipher the puzzle of its origin. Of course, I didn't care enough to do that. Instead, I walk calmly through the forest. The dull lighting allows the unkempt nature of my appearance to be largely concealed, though undoubtedly my scent would not be pleasing on any passerbys. The salt from my visit to the Flats remains on my hooves and fetlocks, dry and hard from the substance. Along my powerful musk, the lingering memory of the ocean, like a traveler dragging in sand from the beach. The scent almost warms the cold, damp woods, but the slight addition of the sea cannot mask the feeling of dread present here. I pause before a large fir tree, hardly noticing the pool of blood at its roots. After seeing the Blood Falls, I already suspected Helovia's land desired, craved, and sought bloodshed. From a land with a bloody history to another. Quite fitting. 良克
RYOUTA @Macaria RE: Left Unspoken - Macaria - 09-06-2016
@Ryouta RE: Left Unspoken - Ryouta - 09-06-2016 Receive the erased memories And broken heart on the palm of my hand. Softly, the plod of hooves announces her approach in the dark of the wood. My gaze turns as her bright toned greeting fills the void between us, quickly closing. She is young, I realize even in this dim light, yet her frame already matches my own in height. As she draws near, her shoulder grazes mine, which I quickly shirk away from. A hiss escapes from my lips instead of a 'hello', a scowl painting my features before I notice her frame begin to spark and light. I have seen magic before, many times in my life, yet the shock of seeing the girl light up like a night sky during a meteor shower is startling all the same. The girl seems confused herself, quite alarmed by the shower of sparks raining from her pelt and falling with a sizzle into the air and loam below. They continue to dance, sparklers in the dark forest. Her apology catches me off guard as well, for apparently she had no idea of this particular trait. I wonder what sort of electronic giants birthed her. I don't really wish to find out. "Ryouta," I offer in exchange for her own name. I have no idea what the Hidden Falls actually are, but I assume them to be one of the herdlands within Helovia. I can give her no place for my origin - Eikkahn, perhaps, though she undoubtedly would not know where the hell that was. Turning my gaze back toward the fir I had been looking at before her disruptive approach. I look down at its feet, seeing the crimson pool which glimmered in the dim light. I move forward, dipping my head toward its surface and inhale the scent, taking care to keep my maw above the surface. I look back at Macaria, the overgrown child of sparks, and give her a grim smile. I wonder, briefly, if I should lie to her. Judging by her size, though, I don't want to be caught teasing the child of a behemoth. "To answer your earlier question - no, it's not blood," My mistmatched eyes gleam in the darkness from the illumination offered on her back. "Blood smells more like iron. This just smells like rot." 良克
RYOUTA @Macaria RE: Left Unspoken - Macaria - 09-23-2016
@Ryouta RE: Left Unspoken - Ryouta - 10-10-2016 Receive the erased memories And broken heart on the palm of my hand. I had no intent to make myself a mystery, like a novel waiting to be read by nosy passerbys. The details of my life so far have made me less willing to reveal information, hoping to hold fast to the present rather than reliving the past. You are what you come from, but I would rather not be tied to that fate. The only thing lying behind me is death. The girl follows forward, nose taking toward the thick ooze of liquid pooling at the bottom of the tree, and I shuffle easily to the side. My wings gather more tightly about my sides, wishing not to touch the girl and elicit a fresh rain of sizzles and sparks from her pelt. The comment she makes toward me, her face alight with smiles, is met only with a short grunt escaping from between my lips. The expression on my face does not really alter, keeping a hard exterior to match the equally enthused response. I do not know what could be nice about meeting me. Most of my encounters thus far in Helovia had been... bad, to put it lightly. I suppose the youth within her body and soul were keeping her from seeing what I truly am - an ass. I take a step back, away from the pool, turning to start walking slowly away from the tree and her, though if she were anything like Aelfwine I doubt she would let me be. A question brims from her lips behind me, and I do not even favor a glance back. "Stagnant water," I hazard a guess, by the smell of pungent decay common from fetid waters. "The mineral content of the soil probably turned in red at some point." I dismiss all the theories that it were the blood of the fallen, a mystical lifeblood of the earth, or any other funny business. Despite my knowledge of magic, I find myself a practical man with practical explanations. When you live in a cruel world, you cease believing in miracles. They only serve to bring your hopes high enough for a destructive landing when reality makes an appearance instead. ooc -- Sorry for the wait! 良克
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