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12-31-2014, 03:01 PM
Every heart is much the same, we tell ourselves down here;
The same chambers fed by veins, the same maze of love and fear.
The chestnut colt’s coat shivers with the simple delight of communication – of connecting with someone else. The mare requests stories, and Kipling’s face goes slack with awe. Stunned into calmness, his voice comes out in little more than a whisper: “You want to hear my stories?” No one had ever wanted to listen to him. He always prattled on ad nauseum for purely intrinsic motivations. For as long as he could remember, some primitive universal impulse had fired in rhythm with his mind. Spontaneous stories coursed through his thoughts, and he would speak them aloud, but it was something he did for his own benefit. Never had it been requested of him. Now, he has an audience. Warmth and pride radiate from his chest as he stands himself square, realizing that the little mare is, in fact, quite serious. He pauses, turns inward, and disappears into his mental archives. “Okay. I’ll just start then?” He continues without waiting for approval. “A long time ago – ages before the ancestors of the most ancient horses were born – a mixed herd of many animals wandered the world. While they all looked out for one another, there were two primary philosophies that dominated, each led by a different creature. The militants followed Black Bear and the pacifists followed Doe. The factions maintained an uneasy peace for the good of the herd, but everyone knew Black Bear and Doe were at insurmountable odds with one another. Doe believed that Black Bear was too inflexible and unforgiving, and Black Bear thought Doe devalued hard work and was too much of a doormat. Each thought the other was a liability to the group. The tenuous peace was finally shattered as monsters began to appear from the shadows, hungry for power and lusting after blood. They stole and murdered with impunity. A herd meeting was called, and Black Bear immediately called his followers to war. Doe pleaded for patience and understanding. Unable to reach compromise, they split up. But it did not take long for either to realize their mistake. Many of Black Bears’ group succumbed to the shadows in battle, and many of Does’ flock was taken while they watched passively. Doe needed Black Bear’s aggression to protect her, and Black Bear needed Doe’s intellect to temper him. Their individual armies were shrunken and weary when the two finally reconnected. Each pleaded with the other for help, realizing they could not go on alone. They started to make a plan. They worked together for hours under the moonlit sky, reasoning and working on their tactics. By dawn, they were underway. They travelled together all the way to the very edge of their known world, where a huge cave no one had ever entered stood. There, Black Bear and the fighters felled as many trees as they could find in the area, knocking them down and uprooting them urgently. Doe and the builders rolled the wood to the entrance of the cave, putting together an impressive wall. Within a few hours, the cave was nearly sealed, and they had just enough room to go inside. Doe and Black Bear stood side by side and bravely stepped into the darkness together. They were falling! A long, terrifying fall in which the two clung to each other and prayed. At last, they came to a stop and fell softly into a lush meadow. They felt kind of funny and queasy, and they got dizzily to their feet before realizing something was different. They had been transformed into unicorns! And that was how the first unicorns came into existence.” Kipling finishes in a rush of breath. He had been talking quickly – faster than he had realized – and embelishing details as he went. What force compelled this tale into existence? Where did this suddenly improved vocabulary come from? He blinks deliberately, as if rousing himself from a trance. His eyes refocus and he sees the philosopher-mare again. He smiles brightly (I did good, right?) before he startles himself with his own voice and exclaims out of nowhere, “Wait. I don’t know your name yet!” |
Don't you leave us in the dark!
OOC: I just wanted to split up the stories so this wouldn’t be the biggest wall of text ever/so you wouldn't have to wait three weeks for a reply! =)
@[Dröm]
