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reliving old and forgotten memories[Open] - Azúcar - 02-27-2013 It was wonderful, dreams. No, nightmares. I always had nightmares. They no longer scared me, for my life was a nightmare. I had gotten used to it long ago. Tonight was just like any other night, me having a nightmare as usual, but for some reason this nightmare seemed different from all the rest. I'm in a dark forest, everything around me seems to be a few shades darker than normal. I'm running, and I can hear howling coming from behind me. I dare to glance back, my eyes widening as I see over-sized wolves chasing after me. Their eyes glinting and their teeth covered in blood. I trip, the wolves upon me. I can feel tears well up in my eyes as I wait for the wolf to bite into my skull. But as the tears fall onto my legs, I'm not crying crystalline tears, I'm crying blood. Then, I'm in a meadow. A mare, almost as young as I is there, bending over two gray lumps. I step forward, a dark stallion beside the mare. Her coat is a glimmering gray, her eyes a deep blue. The mare nudges the two lumps, and instantly two little heads pull themselves up. I gasp. It... it was me. But... it... I shake my head. The other form, it... it was my sister. I hadn't really thought of her all that much. Ever since she vanished, I just pushed her to the back of my mind. I watch as the dark stallion smiles at my sister before rearing, bringing his hooves down. He was trying to kill me. I watch as the mare leaps in his way, his dark hooves driving down into her flesh. It was then, when her blood sprayed across my small body. That was when I went insane. Seeing my mother being destroyed, it forced me to become what I am now. The world around me spun, and in an instant I'm in a dark cave. Me and my father facing one another, snarling. I was very young, only a few months. I watch as my father attacks me, my horn piercing his stomach as I slip underneath him. He gasps, flopping to the side. It was then I learned how fun murder was. I watched as I slammed my hooves into his skull, screaming how much I hated him. I watch as I tear his face apart, my hooves driving deeper into his skull. I wince, watching as I give the final blow. Then, it was all over. With blood on my body, I walk away, letting his body rot. In an instant I jolt up, my stomach pressed against the cold floor of a cave. I slowly stand up, my legs wobbly. I sigh, pushing my dream to the back of my mind. The dream reaches for the forefront of my mind, wishing to gain the spotlight. But I force it back, walking along the edge of a cliff. If I slip, I would tumble down a snowy stone slope and die instantly. I watched where my hooves fell, making sure I didn't slip. It was a quiet night, cold as usual. The Basin was never touched by warmth. It was always cold, but I didn't mind. My heart was cold, and so was I. My mane and tail whips in the wind, the lavender locks falling against my shoulder and hocks. It's a silent night, the moon high above the sky. How I loved the silence. But the silence was shattered as a wolf's howl rang out. I freeze, glancing around. Fear gripped my heart, but I pry it off and walk on. I exhale, the air coming from my nostrils appears as a little cloud before vanishing into the air. It was a lovely night, I must admit. But... I hated lovely things. For, who doesn't? RE: reliving old and forgotten memories[Open] - d'Artagnan - 03-05-2013
RE: reliving old and forgotten memories[Open] - Azúcar - 03-05-2013 My night alone was shattered, and I look down. The figure of a stallion was there, accompanied by a small form. A pup? I couldn't tell, it was too dark. I could only make out a few basic shapes, but the moon peeked from behind a few gray clouds, the light beaming down upon the earth. It was then I see that the stallion is adorned with a reddish coat and black points. A blood bay, I smile, laughing silently. Funny, did he have a love for blood or was he just a peaceful old man? The stallion had two glass horns on his head that the moonlight seemed to pass through. Although one of them was shattered in half, leaving jagged edges that would make a nice cut into flesh. Slowly, I grin. "Me, falling. You must be joking." I step forward, watching my step still. I made a few more awkward steps before walking down hill, my rump stuck out and my back angled. How awkward. I snort, turning to face the stallion. Now that I was closer, I could get a better look at him. He was a blood bay with eyes of blue hues. His mane and tail were full and dark, his mane falling over his red shoulders neatly. His hooves are cloven and colored in a solid gray. A small pup hung around near him, seeming not to trust me. An interesting little creature with a little tail that lashed about. I give a little smile at the pup. "What kind of creature is this?" I bend down, looking at the little pup. I kept my muscles tensed in case the pup tried to take a chunk of me. I was intrigued, suddenly realizing how lonely I truly was. Even though I had those few voices within my head, they weren't much company. They only came when they wished, usually when I was angry or attacking someone. I keep my lavender eyes on the stallion, my ears flicked forward. "Your name?" I speak with a slightly respectful tone. If this stallion was murderous just as I, I would give him my full respect. For now though, he only received half of my respect. I only now saw the two amulets that hung around his neck, gleaming in the light of the moon. How had I not seen this stallion before? RE: reliving old and forgotten memories[Open] - d'Artagnan - 03-09-2013
RE: reliving old and forgotten memories[Open] - Azúcar - 03-19-2013 So, a joker was he? Flicking my grey ears back, I narrow my eyes and snort. "If I was to survive my fall, I wouldn't hesitate to attack you." A loud grumble comes from deep in my throat, similar to that of a dog. Cutting the growl abruptly, I bow my head. "Sorry. Controlling my emotions isn't exactly easy." These words come out a bit quieter than I had intended. Shaking my head, I glance at my gray hooves. How rude this stallion was. I mean, it didn't exactly sound like he was joking, or was he? As silence slid over me like a curtain I begin to hear a loud ringing within my head. "Now now... threatening the others isn't nice." A voice chimes in. The voice is sarcastic and deep. Father... go away. I don't need any advice from you. I try to ignore the hysterical laughing going on inside my head, but it's kind of hard. Especially when the laughing gradually gets louder. Shaking my mane out, I narrow my eyes and try to concentrate on the blood bay. Blood. How I wanted it so badly. Beginning to think of horrific images within my mind, I can hear a loud snort. "Violent much?" The deep voice pops back into my head. Grunting, I focus my magenta orbs onto the black and red pup. "He's a Hellhound." The stallion replies to my question. The voice seems a bit quieter, but it's still there. "How cute. One of those would be great to have. Why don't you get one?" I grin, staring at the pup. That's the first good idea I've heard from you. Laughing rings throughout my head, and I can hear it fade off as though my father was walking away from me. Until, it stops completely. As I'm staring at the pup, it begins to bat at my nose in a playful manner. Smiling slightly, I stare at the pup for a little longer before raising my head. The stallion is gazing off, as if lost in his own thoughts. A breeze brushes through the night, and I can hear the two amulets around the stallions' neck clatter together. The marking on his hip almost appears to glow against the moonlight. Blinking a few times, I myself become lost in a sea of thoughts. Plans, and even images of my past flicker by in a blur of color. "You tell me yours first." The words draw me back into the moment, and I stare at the stallion, eyes narrowed. "I did ask you first. But, just so this won't go on and on, my name is Azucar." With ears flicked back I gaze at the moon light as it shines down upon the ground. When the awkward silence begins, I can't stand it. What should I say? Start up a conversation? I hear a small snap, and I snap my head towards the sound. Moving swiftly, I bring my hooves down upon a white shape. I feel a small spine snap under my hooves, and instantly withdraw my gray dagger-like hooves and stare at what I had killed. A rabbit... well... a snow-hare. Kicking the carcass a little, I bite down into it and bring it back so that I stood before the stallion. The hare was surprisingly big, considering how cold it was around here. Stooping down, I sink my small, sharpened teeth into the fur and flesh. Blood begins to pool around my lips, and I shut my jaws, tearing flesh. Chewing, I enjoy the warmth of the blood as it coats my tongue. Smiling, I glance down at it. "Want some?" I push the hare's white carcass towards the stallion and his bonded. It was probably the nicest thing I had done. (Or, tried to do at least.) Ever. RE: reliving old and forgotten memories[Open] - d'Artagnan - 04-02-2013
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