" Where we headed, Antie? "
The beautiful painted filly asks, her voice echoing along the slight breeze like clear birdsong. Swiftly she glances to the moon before setting her brown orbs back upon the path ahead of her. The almost translucent Paint horse that is ahead of Abishia looks back, smiling.
" To the Heavenly Feilds, love. Your mother's favorite place, and where you were born. "
Abishia nods her dainty head, her thoughts immediately switching to what they have come to do. Abishia wishes to speak to Kahlua, the one she had gifted the amulet. Kahlua was a great friend of Antie's, and has much pain in her heart sue to her passing. The fae wishes to become friends with the stunning mare, for she wishes to tell Kahlua what Antie says. Also, who doesn't want new friends?
With no adue, Abishia is frolicking about, chasing after butterflies and stomping on the crunchy leaves. Her young soul is innocent although wise, but still yearns for youthful play. In these situations, Antie is not in front of her, but is in her. With each and every day, the living soul and the deseased soul bond to a stronger level. Soon, there will be no difference between Antheia and Abisha, Antheia will be Abishia. Although Antheia is gone in the form of her own bodice, by the grace of the Gods she had returned with Abishia, and will be there to guide her hooves in the correct direction. Destined for greatness, Abishia will become her Antie, in many ways.
Abishia's small painted body bounces around as she jumps high in the air with joy, her happiness is like a drug, and spreads to all those around her. Her smile is contagious, and will send you into fits of glee. Her mane already carraesses her shoulder, and her tail is to her hocks. Her bright eyes display joy and experience, despite her young age. With everyday the filly is becoming larger, and more beautiful. She nos stands at 16 hands, quite tall for her age. With long legs, she swiftly navigates nature as her playground.
She is walking on a narrow path, slim tree trunks rising up on either side of her. The path is laden with leaves, and dotted with the occasional acorn and tree root. She picks her way through the tretrous area carefully, eager not to trip. To her sides, the figures run with her, weaving in and out of trunks and jumping over bushes. It is from them that she gains her skill to walk so naturally without failing.
" Come on Abishia, speed it up! "
The figures urge her, their soft voices reaching her harks, she quickens her pace. With their aid she continues at a gallop, closing in on the Heavenly Feilds. Within moments the path opened up to a large feild, dotted with purple, yellow, pink, and white flowers. She gasps, taking a glance from side to side in a desperate attempt to sol in the beauty. The feilds are cloaked in darkness, lit by the large orange moon and stars that dot the sky. The slight breeze that carries a chill causes the wheat and grasses to perform a dance for the small filly. With a giggle, she glances to her side, spotting Antie.
" I love it, it's so beautiful. Thank you for leading me here. "
She dips her head in respect to the black and white translucent mare, and then nods to a few others,
" You guys too. "
They simply flash her friendly smiles and nods as she walks forward into the feild, the grasses reaching to her knees. She thinks of Kahlua again, deciding she should call out for her. She needs to apologize for being so awkward and not really knowing what it was she was supposed to say, but Abishia knows now, and needs to speak to Kahlua, for Antie has something to tell her.
" Call out for her. "
The ghostly mare whispers, nuzzling the filly with her kissers. Abishia sends her a curt nod, raising her dome and calling out to the wind,
" Kahlua?! "
@[Kahlua]
Aurora Basin Medic atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5 |
Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.2hh :: Six Years | Birdsong HP: 63 | Buff: NOVICE |
Phrixus :: White Raven :: None Psilo |
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“AND THE WORMS ATE INTO HIS BRAIN....... - HEY YOU BY PINK FLOYD |
Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 4.5 |
Mare :: Equine :: 15.3hh :: 9 [Orangemoon] HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE |
Khan :: Common Blue Dragon :: Frost Breath Sevin |
Kahlua knew she should not be wandering outside of her homeland, not here, not now. She knew she should be home, safe behind her glass wall, safe with her friends and family, doing something quiet, something that couldn't bring harm to her. After all, she had tried to go to the Steppe, to explore the land, make a friend, and what had she found but a black cloud of evil coming her way threatening to engulf her body, to eat her from the outside in. And yet, here she was, wandering up the side of the mountain to get to the heavenly fields, a path she had taken several times before. Why was she even here? Especially in the darkness. She shook her head. And then... was that her name? Kahlua pricked her ears, curiosity getting the best of her, and she ended up on top of the world, in the field, looking around, trying to figure out where the sound had come from. And then she saw the filly... Her brow furrowed. It was definitely her voice that called. What now? she thought, though it was so unlike her to be rude the filly had annoyed her immensely and now Kahlua's thoughts about her were tainted. More head shaking. Kahlua begrudgingly headed towards her. As she drew closer, two more came, for some reason answering to the call of her name. Kahlua tried to take a deep breath. At least these other two were adults. Adults she could deal with. Adults she could make friends with. Although, admittedly, the stallion looked like nothing she wanted to mess with, bag of bones as he was. The filly... well. Time would tell if that relationship could be repaired. Kahlua wasn't sure she wanted it to. Forcing a smile onto her face, the painted beauty continued dutifully towards the small gathering. The closer she came, the more she was growing concerned about the rotten smelling stallion and so she made a concerted effort to stay as far away from him as possible. No need to get into trouble here, atop the mountain, one more time than she already had. “What do want?” She said simply, to the filly who now stood taller than her, blue eyes trying to catch her gaze. After a moment, then, she turned to the other two, trying her best to be kind to the unicorn and frightful stallion. “Hello friends, I'm Kahlua.” She bobbed her head pleasantly enough, head awhirl with a far range of confusing emotions. |
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Mare :: Equine :: 16 HH :: 5 years ~ Birdsong Buff: NOVICE |
Wild. |
" Tangere! I'm so thrilled to see you, my friend. I see you must be doing well. I am doing great, quite lonely though. How is the Basin and the beautiful horned beings doing? And you? "
She smiles lightly, wondering if the grey and white spotted mare will ever turn from her. It is most likely, the Basin disliking equines and others. But this doesn't bother the filly, though the descrimination isn't fair. She only believes in peace, and hopes that the Basin will live happily, carrying on safe lives even though they do not like Abishia. The girl is so kind, it could kill her. But, her thoughts switch to Illynx. The great Unicorn that had treated her in a way that others from the Basin would never think of doing. The miss was the leader of her herd, and had given the filly a piece of her ebony tail, a ticket to the Basin.
Soon, an old soul comes along, announced by his rank smell, the ugly sight comes into view. He moves with surpising fluency, despite the bones that protrude from him, his poor excuse for skin stretched across them, the ivory bones moving with his every step. He doesn't even look living, more like a skeleton, merely able to be observant. But Abishia, the kind soul she is, doesn't stray for him, for it may hurt him. He may be offended if she sighs away and looks at him as if he is a skeleton. When he arrives, although his scary apperance and lack of an ear, she offers him a kind smile. Dipping her dome toward him, she notices that he is always hornless. The Unicorn inside her is disgusted by his lack, but she must remember that she is hornless also, sadly.
" Hello sir. "
And the trio is soon accompanied by the one that Abishia had orignally called for, Kahlua. Her greeting isnt very polite, and noticed that she doesn't look very pleased to be her. Antie is ashamed, she can feel the waft of feelings come from the figure, her ghosty harks are pinned to the back of her head. Abishia looks back to the back and white mare, who is now shorter than the filly. With a smirk she relizes that she could over take the mare quickly, but pushes down the smug-Ness. That is not like her to think like that, but then again she was pleased with the thought.
" With that greeting, I don't think I should tell you, Kahlua. I had an important message for you, but do you really want to hear it? Im not even sure I should tell you. " ,
Her voice is not harsh, but is trimmed with a bit of hurt. She glances to Tangere, her orbs filled with sorrow, but it isn't Abishia's sorrow, its Antheia's.
@[Tangere] @[Kahlua] @[Shajake]
Aurora Basin Medic atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5 |
Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.2hh :: Six Years | Birdsong HP: 63 | Buff: NOVICE |
Phrixus :: White Raven :: None Psilo |
- You may use violence and magic against her at will, but no death.
- Please tag me so I don't forget anyone(:
Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 4.5 |
Mare :: Equine :: 15.3hh :: 9 [Orangemoon] HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE |
Khan :: Common Blue Dragon :: Frost Breath Sevin |
“Out with it, then,” she said nervously, shifting back and forth as she started to walk backwards, tossing her head, indicating that the pair should follow. Even though she didn’t particularly want the filly’s company, she didn’t want her to get swallowed by the blackness either. “Let’s walk, I don’t like the way those shadows look.” As she moved off, she touched her nose to the amulet that hung around her neck. The plum colored stone seemed to give her some peace as she thought of the God of the Moon, of the Edge, and of all her friends. Yes, her original thoughts had clearly been right, she really needed to get back home. She would simply hear out what the filly had to say and then be on her way.
So it was that her blue eyes looked back to the filly, anxiously, hoping she would hurry up with the words that she was threatening to withhold. As it was, the mare couldn’t imagine what it was the filly thought was so imperative to tell her. How could the little one know anything that would be so important to Kahlua?
OOC| Sorry so short, just want to get this thread finished up ASAP so Kahlua doesn’t have to be in the shadowlands too much.
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Mare :: Equine :: 16 HH :: 5 years ~ Birdsong Buff: NOVICE |
Wild. |
Abishia walked uncomfortably close to Kahlua, knowing that her large size must intimidate the Equine. So what, why can't I have a little fun with her? She spoke to herself, (not audibly of course) . Matching her pace with the mare, she hoped that Tangere would join them soon. Inside, the girl wanted to flee from the shadows that where encroaching on this beautiful land she called her own. It seemed to engulf everything, the horizon turning into what seemed to be ash and silt. Shaking her dome, she looked forward again, and listened to see if Antie had anything to say. She didn't say a peep, but Abishia knew what she wanted her to say, their feelings where much alike now, almost the same. Her lips twitched, and she hesitated, but then she let it all fall out. " I'm going to have to ask you to not doubt me... Or run away because this is a scary, odd thing I can do. " Shyly, she glanced to Tangere, wondering what her reaction would be. " I can see and speak to the dead. They surround me, their ghostly figures constantly informing me and speaking. But don't get me wrong, I can't know what's safe or not because of them or whatever. " Abishia stopped herself, noticing how she had been rambling on about her talent. She cleared her throat and went on hesitantly. " Antheia would like me to tell you something... " For the first time, Abishia felt bad for the painted mare. She had lost a great friend, and the filly had simply chosen to ignore that factor. " She's proud of you. She wants you to know that she is always with you, and that she loves you. Antheia knows about everything that you have done, and how important you are to the Edge. " Abishia reached out and brushed her maw against Kahlua's shoulder lovingly, really, it was Antheia who had done it, simply through Abishia.
@[Kahlua], @[Tangere]
Aurora Basin Medic atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5 |
Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.2hh :: Six Years | Birdsong HP: 63 | Buff: NOVICE |
Phrixus :: White Raven :: None Psilo |
tangs gone <3
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Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 4.5 |
Mare :: Equine :: 15.3hh :: 9 [Orangemoon] HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE |
Khan :: Common Blue Dragon :: Frost Breath Sevin |
Although Kahlua was inherently frustrated with the filly, only because of their rather awkward first meeting, her frustration began to wane as she grew more frightened of the shadows behind her. She was torn between a desire to forget this whole meeting and run, and listen to what the little one had to say. After all, even if she was annoyed with the filly, that didn't mean she should be rude. Well... not rude enough to just run off and leave her to be eaten by the darkness. Still, the filly didn't really seem to be helping. With every step, Abishia rattled on about being able to talk to the dead, living with them, hearing what they were saying.... It made her shudder, made her skin crawl, to think about it. It also made her heart hurt. Antheia. How was it that this little filly was granted a gift from the gods to speak to the dead when Kahlua was only allowed to watch the waves crash against the Edge cliffs and think of how Antheia had looked when she had walked off the cliff. Love, Antheia. With a shake of her head, Kahlua listened to the filly finish, talking about Antheia herself, and Kahlua couldn't help but smile slightly. Even the brush of the filly's nose against her flesh was accepted, although begrudgingly. “I miss you,” she murmured softly, looking to the heavens rather than Abishia, for she knew the mare had to be up there, in the heavens, with the gods. She had to be. Looking back to the filly, then, Kahlua inhaled deeply. “Thank you, for telling me.” She let the words hang there for a moment before she realized how much closer the darkness was, how uncomfortable she was in the situation. “I really must go now, the herd needs me. Be safe,” she finished before picking a trot and hurrying her way down the mountainside. She needed to go home, to find Resplendence and Destrier, Dragomir and Kaj, and all the rest. They needed her. She was sure of it. |