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Keep your eyes on the horizon | open - Valhalla - 07-15-2012 now hear the dark gun
punching out that I may love you
The ashen phantasma had all but abandoned the hope of finding her vernal young daughter. She had assumed the worst, for through all her restless seeking of even the slightest augury or sign of her aliveness, the pale amazon's efforts had turned up widely inauspicious. She had resolved that it was time to move on with her life, for such a ceaselessly recurring thing does not yield for anyone, not even for a mother who had failed at fulfilling her maternal obligation. Times goes on, as does all things. The cycle of life and death would continue, as it would long after she was dead and whisked from the memories of those who tenanted the space she once occupied. The figurative clock of life keeps ticking, and it was unwise to dwell on lost causes. As heartless it may sound, she had finally come to grips with the fact that it quite possibly may be considered as such. She still had some time left in the ever draining hourglass of her life, and she did not intend to waste it. So, with this mindset, she had decided to pursue the aroma of other horses to the mouth of Helovia, espoused with the theory that quite possibly some of her erstwhile comrades had found refuge here. Clinging desperately to that subtle prospect she proceeded onward, the scents growing in potency with she step she claimed. Subdued sunlight lightly caressed her pale physique, still delicate and light as the day had begun to unfold. The evanescence of the morning mist, although dilute in density in the first place, had already come to pass. The sky was bent into an array of lustrous colors, and the achromatic colored mare kept her keen plum eyes fixed on the horizon - at least what she could she of it above the canopies of the trees. Perhaps she could resume her life here; start out on a fresh slate. Oh how she yearned for the companionship of Paladin. She remained optimistic that he had managed to escape the fatal clutch of the ever-broadening shades. Surely he had. She wondered what had become of Crane, if he too had eluded the destruction of their home. One could only hope. valhalla [ ooc ; Still getting into her character. Anyone is welcome. ^.^ ] RE: Keep your eyes on the horizon | open - Ktulu - 07-16-2012
RE: Keep your eyes on the horizon | open - Valhalla - 07-16-2012 now hear the dark gun
punching out that I may love you
For a long while the ivory amazon was alone in her thoughts, the soothing, chirping serenades of the songbirds coercing her to carry on into this foreign land. The gentle hammerings of her hoof falls came in monotonous recession, producing a steady, rhythmic cadence. She wasn't timid. Quite the contrary, actually. She was eager, acquisitive to discover whether another Isilme inhabitant coincided in these borders. Hope compelled her onward. Plum eyes grew wide with surprisal, and for a moment her heart fluttered erratically in her chest, thrumming gently against her bosom. She halted in her movements, statuesque as her exuberant eyes looked onward, focalized on what appeared to be the dark form of Paladin. She ruffled her wings in excitement before the realization encroached like a ton of bricks. This was not her dark knight. Instead it was an imposter, devoid of the crimson accents, yet somehow still identical. A melancholy expression assembled upon her features, a sigh emit from the crevice in her lips. Her head was held with abeyance as she watched her approach. This was a far more feminine unicorn, her voice lighter and matronly. She forced a cordial grin to accentuate the delicate panes of her ash gray face. The slender lobes of her ears pricked forward with fervor at the mention of her home. "Yes." She answered. "How did you know?" The unsuspecting tone of her voice was clear and radiant. Could this mare be from there as well? Could she possibly be a child of the Valiant? valhalla RE: Keep your eyes on the horizon | open - Ktulu - 07-16-2012
RE: Keep your eyes on the horizon | open - Valhalla - 07-16-2012 now hear the dark gun
punching out that I may love you
As she had suspected, this sable colored filly had also come from Isilme. She noted the sullen manifestation that had conveyed in attendance with the reference to her home, which she could certainly relate to. Never had she loved another place so much as the proclaimed land of moonlight and right now she found herself severely yearning to go back. She could never go back, this she was undoubtedly aware. It made her mournful and reasonably incensed. It wasn't fair. She sighed. Hark ears percolated atop the zenith of her head in response to the ebony mare's continuation of words. "I also lived in the Tides." A short paused ensued. "Briefly, however." She confessed, the words tumbling from malleable lips like the fluctuate breeze that now tugged upon the saffron frayed strands of her encolure. Suddenly, she didn't feel quite so alone in her sorrowful plight. Silently, she lamented over the decimation of her beloved Isilme. Inwardly, the harlequined damsel wept. "I am Valhalla." She managed a half hearted smile. Curiosity bristled on the tip of her tongue. "What is your name?" She inquired, a brief connotation of reluctance briskly corroded from her soft, matronly vocalisms as soon as the utterance eluded her maw and was detected by her own heedful ears. valhalla RE: Keep your eyes on the horizon | open - Ktulu - 07-16-2012
RE: Keep your eyes on the horizon | open - Paladin - 07-16-2012
RE: Keep your eyes on the horizon | open - Valhalla - 07-16-2012 now hear the dark gun
punching out that I may love you
That the fair maiden had known her parents was a reasonable assumption. Perhaps she had, but she didn't acknowledge who the belle's parents were, at least not with incredulous certainty, and therefore had no way to compile a doubtless conclusion. She hadn't so much as seen Ktulu before now, so it was out of the question for her to recognize her parents, although the resemblance she bared to Paladin bestowed upon her a lurid suspicion. She wouldn't necessarily be surprised if he was in fact her sire. "What were their names?" She chirped with a vague smile. The compliment which had been thrown in her direction had caught the ivory damsel off guard, but never the less she accepted it nervelessly and listened on as she continued to speak. "Thanks." She averred somewhat awkwardly, a wispy grin evinced upon her lips and the words lubricated with the faintest trace of laughter. Meanwhile, the spindly tendrils of her docile tail swatted idly against her haunches. How long had it been since she held a conversation with another? As she listened she cocked her hind leg to perch on the edge of her dished hoof, finding it all almost too much to take in. It almost felt as though making this her new home would be betraying Isilme, but she soon realized the naivety of such a thought. "I would appreciate that Ktulu." She paused, contemplating for a brief moment. "What is the Dragon's Throat like?" Curiosity literally dripped from her lips. Eyes of dulcet Bulgarian lavender then clinched upon the figure of Paladin. Her heart skipped a beat, then skittered irrepressibly in her cavernous bosom. It was him, this she was convinced with entire authority, her assurance farther verified by the manner he regarded her with his crimson irises, then tensed - flummoxed, shocked. Who could blame him, really? Her mouth hovered open, the crevice in her lips dividing, revealing in earnest her chasmal oral cavity. Her earns flitted anxiously, then perked forward as the masculine tenor of his voice sidled through the air and divulged his astonishment. "Paladin." It was like a mere whisper, loud enough to be audible though far from an ardent clarion. "I- uh, it's been a while." Slender ears jerked back simultaneously, assaulted by the assailing narrative of her voice. What else was she supposed to say? She was admittedly fazed by his reluctance, but her auditory receptors soon repositioned: one flicked forward with anxiousness; the other directed sideways, suspended with incertitude. valhalla RE: Keep your eyes on the horizon | open - Ktulu - 07-16-2012
RE: Eyes on the horizon | open - Cassiopeia - 07-31-2012 *gentle nudge* |