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03-30-2014, 08:07 AM
Azarel
if love is what you need, a soldier I will be
if love is what you need, a soldier I will be
As I walked through the shallow snow, I couldn't help but replaying the scene where Mother left with Dezba. "We're going out to explore," she had said. But that was three days ago, and she still hadn't returned. Neither of them. With a heavy sigh, I let my golden head hang low. I missed Mother. And sister. And Father... I cringed as an image of my father started to form in my head. "Go away." I mumbled and turned my ears towards my neck, slightly ruffling the feathers that were woven there. Another cringe. I would never be able to let Father go. Wherever I turned, he would be there - he would always be there whether I liked it or not. Glancing down at the necklace around my neck - with the three charms bouncing against my chestbumps as I moved - I realized that I didn't want to forget Father. He had been a warrior, and I would follow his hoofprints until the end of my days. A soldier ready to fight for what he loved.
A smile crossed my lips as I rose my head and started to move again. 'Oh, dad, I miss you. But I will not disappoint you,' I thought, still smiling.
My feathered hooves moved through the white snow, toward the mountains, and I started to think about that I had grown so much in the last year. So much had happened, and I had met so many. Some hadn't been nice at all while some had become my best friends. Like... Cypress, and Abishia. Circuta and Brighid too. My memory of them was clear as if it had been yesterday, but especially one filly stood out... Abishia. That pretty filly had played with me in the waves of the Endless Blue, in the middle of the night, and neither of us had even the slightest worry about anything. That was before I had seen my Father die right in front of me and my family, before I had seen my Mother tortured in so many ways... Before I had realized how much responsibility lies upon my shoulders. I didn't get much deeper into my thoughts before I heard a loud whinny, not very far from me.
Hope glistening in my dually colored eyes, I set off into a canter towards the source of the whinny, kicking up snow on the way. I prepared myself for just about anyone, perhaps one in need, but nothing could prepare me for what I saw. My eyes sparked wide-open and the only thing I could do was stare. "Oh, my holy spirit..." I whispered, staring at the young mare in front of me.
Her long - very long - hair danced in the cold air, her head raised with eyes closed. The filly's hide was covered in chestnut and milk, running down her shoulders and flanks down to her legs. She was stunning and so mature, yet I would've recognized her anywhere. "Abishia?"
"Talking."
ooc: :DD
wordcount: 492
tags: @[Abishia]
A smile crossed my lips as I rose my head and started to move again. 'Oh, dad, I miss you. But I will not disappoint you,' I thought, still smiling.
My feathered hooves moved through the white snow, toward the mountains, and I started to think about that I had grown so much in the last year. So much had happened, and I had met so many. Some hadn't been nice at all while some had become my best friends. Like... Cypress, and Abishia. Circuta and Brighid too. My memory of them was clear as if it had been yesterday, but especially one filly stood out... Abishia. That pretty filly had played with me in the waves of the Endless Blue, in the middle of the night, and neither of us had even the slightest worry about anything. That was before I had seen my Father die right in front of me and my family, before I had seen my Mother tortured in so many ways... Before I had realized how much responsibility lies upon my shoulders. I didn't get much deeper into my thoughts before I heard a loud whinny, not very far from me.
Hope glistening in my dually colored eyes, I set off into a canter towards the source of the whinny, kicking up snow on the way. I prepared myself for just about anyone, perhaps one in need, but nothing could prepare me for what I saw. My eyes sparked wide-open and the only thing I could do was stare. "Oh, my holy spirit..." I whispered, staring at the young mare in front of me.
Her long - very long - hair danced in the cold air, her head raised with eyes closed. The filly's hide was covered in chestnut and milk, running down her shoulders and flanks down to her legs. She was stunning and so mature, yet I would've recognized her anywhere. "Abishia?"
"Talking."
ooc: :DD
wordcount: 492
tags: @[Abishia]
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03-31-2014, 02:31 AM
Azarel
if love is what you need, a soldier I will be
if love is what you need, a soldier I will be
And as she turned her head, I was stunned. My tongue got stuck, making it impossible for me to speak. How much time had really passed since that moonlit night? Because this wasn't the same filly anymore, she was all grown up. I watched as she raced down the slight hill in front of me, as she came closer I noticed how much she had matured since we last met. 'Abi... God, she's beautiful,' I thought, staring at her. 'Azarel, stop staring,' I told myself, but I just couldn't. The filly halted in front of me, only to stretch her neck and bump her velvet soft muzzle into mine. Milky white skin against golden and it felt like heaven.
"I can't believe my eyes... Is it really you? Azarel?" I closed my eyes for a second, a smile lurking on my pale lips, before I looked into her eyes and nodded slightly. "It's me." I whispered, almost breathed the words. Before she dropped her head to the ground, I noticed tears in her blue-brown eyes. 'Oh, Abishia, don't cry,' I thought, observing her. The young mare shook her head as in disbelief and then rose her beautifully carved head to look into my eyes.
"My Aza, I thought I had lost you too." she said, and now it was my turn to shake my head. "I'm not easy to get rid of, dear Abi." I laughed and saw a smile cross her milky lips. "I-I guess we aren't foals anymore..." Another laugh escaped my kissers and I believed to hear a little giggle from the beauty herself. Suddenly she came closer and I rose my head a bit in shock, but then lowered my head to her level again. She parted her lips again, and I flicked both ears forward to catch every word she was about to speak.
"But our time apart doesn't mean things have to change. I miss those carefree nights, playing in the waves and giggling alongside you. I had never forgotten you; you were always there in the back of my mind. Why don't we give each other those days back? Tell me all that has happened, and I will do the same."
The smile on my lips disappeared and was replaced by a sad frown as I took in what she had just said. All that had happened since we parted... There was too much sadness, too much gore, to tell a young beauty about what had happened to me. My gaze wandered off and I slowly turned my ears against my neck. My Father's golden feathers ruffled under the touch of my ears, making me cringe slightly. "I... I can't." I glanced at her, watching her as she gazed upon the sky, and I saw the smile across her lips. "Then, tonight, if you would ever join me, we could play in the waves." I cringed and turned my head to her again, my face was pained by the memories I had wanted to forget since I came back to this land. "Abi, I'm not sure you want to hear what I've been through. But I will tell you." I whispered, raising my head to not risk a headbump between her beautiful forehead and my almost full-grown horn.
"I never found my father, but my sister found me and my mother instead. And then she disappeared... Mother and me escaped Helovia when the darkness came - without her. And we met such horrible creatures outside Helovia, equines of all species that found us, took us in and used us. Especially Mother. There was this band of stallions... who invited me to their group, but they took Mother as their prisoner and..." I cringed and turned away my head, closing my eyes tightly as the repressed memories came to the surface. "They mounted her. All of them. And some days, they forced me to watch." I spoke with my teeth tightly shut, feeling the anger burn inside of me as the image of the stallions invaded my mind. "These wounds upon my body is from my experience outside of Helovia." I glanced at them, before I looked down on the ground again. My heart ached at the thought of my Mother being hurt - on purpose - and I felt like.. I was burning.
And I was. Somewhere along the trip to the repressed memories, my shoulder had started burning silver, white flames covering a third of my left side and lighting up the area around us.
I opened my eyes wide in shock, and as I realized what was happening - slowly calming down - my shoulder stopped burning. My gaze wandered slowly to Abishia, awaiting her reaction as I started to talk again. My eyes focused on the ground instead as I lowered my head beneath her's, letting a heavy sigh escape my lips. "When we came back, we found the Sanctuary by the Heart. We reunited with my sister, and mother's friend, but also... I met my father there. He... He died right in front of us." I rose my head as I spoke the last sentence and showed her the tears that had left streaks on my gold cheeks. "These feathers in my mane are his. It was my sister who placed them there, only minutes after his death." More tears started running down my cheeks and my shoulder slowly started to burn again, this time it was calm flames instead of a bursting bonfire. Like a candle being lit in a room without wind.
"Since his death, I have followed Mother pretty much anywhere. She led me - accidentally - to the Hidden Falls, which I have heard was known as the Windtossed Foothills before. I'm a soldier now, an unspoken promise I made to my father when he died. I'm following his hoofprints..." I said, and my voice was so low you would think I was almost whispering. I took a deep breath before I looked into the filly's eyes and gave her a small smile. "And what about you?"
"Talking."
ooc: holycrap aza stop being emotional ;~;
wordcount: 1005
tags: @[Abishia]
"I can't believe my eyes... Is it really you? Azarel?" I closed my eyes for a second, a smile lurking on my pale lips, before I looked into her eyes and nodded slightly. "It's me." I whispered, almost breathed the words. Before she dropped her head to the ground, I noticed tears in her blue-brown eyes. 'Oh, Abishia, don't cry,' I thought, observing her. The young mare shook her head as in disbelief and then rose her beautifully carved head to look into my eyes.
"My Aza, I thought I had lost you too." she said, and now it was my turn to shake my head. "I'm not easy to get rid of, dear Abi." I laughed and saw a smile cross her milky lips. "I-I guess we aren't foals anymore..." Another laugh escaped my kissers and I believed to hear a little giggle from the beauty herself. Suddenly she came closer and I rose my head a bit in shock, but then lowered my head to her level again. She parted her lips again, and I flicked both ears forward to catch every word she was about to speak.
"But our time apart doesn't mean things have to change. I miss those carefree nights, playing in the waves and giggling alongside you. I had never forgotten you; you were always there in the back of my mind. Why don't we give each other those days back? Tell me all that has happened, and I will do the same."
The smile on my lips disappeared and was replaced by a sad frown as I took in what she had just said. All that had happened since we parted... There was too much sadness, too much gore, to tell a young beauty about what had happened to me. My gaze wandered off and I slowly turned my ears against my neck. My Father's golden feathers ruffled under the touch of my ears, making me cringe slightly. "I... I can't." I glanced at her, watching her as she gazed upon the sky, and I saw the smile across her lips. "Then, tonight, if you would ever join me, we could play in the waves." I cringed and turned my head to her again, my face was pained by the memories I had wanted to forget since I came back to this land. "Abi, I'm not sure you want to hear what I've been through. But I will tell you." I whispered, raising my head to not risk a headbump between her beautiful forehead and my almost full-grown horn.
"I never found my father, but my sister found me and my mother instead. And then she disappeared... Mother and me escaped Helovia when the darkness came - without her. And we met such horrible creatures outside Helovia, equines of all species that found us, took us in and used us. Especially Mother. There was this band of stallions... who invited me to their group, but they took Mother as their prisoner and..." I cringed and turned away my head, closing my eyes tightly as the repressed memories came to the surface. "They mounted her. All of them. And some days, they forced me to watch." I spoke with my teeth tightly shut, feeling the anger burn inside of me as the image of the stallions invaded my mind. "These wounds upon my body is from my experience outside of Helovia." I glanced at them, before I looked down on the ground again. My heart ached at the thought of my Mother being hurt - on purpose - and I felt like.. I was burning.
And I was. Somewhere along the trip to the repressed memories, my shoulder had started burning silver, white flames covering a third of my left side and lighting up the area around us.
I opened my eyes wide in shock, and as I realized what was happening - slowly calming down - my shoulder stopped burning. My gaze wandered slowly to Abishia, awaiting her reaction as I started to talk again. My eyes focused on the ground instead as I lowered my head beneath her's, letting a heavy sigh escape my lips. "When we came back, we found the Sanctuary by the Heart. We reunited with my sister, and mother's friend, but also... I met my father there. He... He died right in front of us." I rose my head as I spoke the last sentence and showed her the tears that had left streaks on my gold cheeks. "These feathers in my mane are his. It was my sister who placed them there, only minutes after his death." More tears started running down my cheeks and my shoulder slowly started to burn again, this time it was calm flames instead of a bursting bonfire. Like a candle being lit in a room without wind.
"Since his death, I have followed Mother pretty much anywhere. She led me - accidentally - to the Hidden Falls, which I have heard was known as the Windtossed Foothills before. I'm a soldier now, an unspoken promise I made to my father when he died. I'm following his hoofprints..." I said, and my voice was so low you would think I was almost whispering. I took a deep breath before I looked into the filly's eyes and gave her a small smile. "And what about you?"
"Talking."
ooc: holycrap aza stop being emotional ;~;
wordcount: 1005
tags: @[Abishia]
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04-01-2014, 12:06 AM
Azarel
if love is what you need, a soldier I will be
if love is what you need, a soldier I will be
"Your story is sad Azarel. You are strong to tell me it. But Please, I beg you, don't be sad. I know it's hard darling, I do. I understand to a certain extent." Don't be sad. Don't be sad. It was kind of difficult to not be sad when I talked about my dead father. When I talk about my mother being tortured and abused right in front of me. The filly took a step closer to me, I simply just stood there with a neutral look on my face. The flames were gone from my shoulder now, leaving no trace of the fire at all.
I felt Abishia's velvet muzzle against my golden neck and closed my eyes, savoring the feeling of this moment with her. I jumped a little when I felt her cheek press against mine, but calm found me and I gave up a heavy sigh. She rose her head and I felt her lips by my ear, whispering words into it.
"You are special, my flame boy. Ablaze with the light of fury and sorrow. You are special. Realize how strong you are now." I was her flame boy? I wanted to raise a 'brow, but I didn't because it would probably hurt her feelings.
I watched her as she took a step back, looking into her blue-ringed eyes with confusion and... And.. Oh, I couldn't even find the right word for my feelings. Her smile that she wore across her lips made me smirk a little, and as she parted her kissers to speak, I flicked my ears toward her. "My tale is sad also. I don't want to tell you and cause you more sadness." Okay, now I raised a 'brow. I just told her about my abused mother and dead father, and she doesn't want to tell me? "It's okay, you can tell me." The filly shrugged, then bumped her maw against mine again. Even more confusion. What did this filly really want from me?
Abi giggled while stepping away and starting at a prance, and I followed her with my gaze as she trotted in circles around me, and I felt her muzzle brush against me during every circle she made. I lost count after three circles, confused and.. very confused, and I watched how she turned to me and came up on my left side, the young mare's barrel pressed close against mine. Okay, what in the name of the Gods was wrong with her? Had she eaten some kind of energybug or something? Abishia stopped and I felt her muzzle burying into my mane before she sighed.
"I have missed you more than anything, anyone. Dearest Azarel." Woah, okay. I looked down at her, observing her with dually colored eyes before I spoke. "Abishia... What really happened to you since we last saw each other?" And why are you acting so weird?
"Talking."
ooc: Aaand there's the colt in him xDD
wordcount: 483
tags: @[Abishia]
I felt Abishia's velvet muzzle against my golden neck and closed my eyes, savoring the feeling of this moment with her. I jumped a little when I felt her cheek press against mine, but calm found me and I gave up a heavy sigh. She rose her head and I felt her lips by my ear, whispering words into it.
"You are special, my flame boy. Ablaze with the light of fury and sorrow. You are special. Realize how strong you are now." I was her flame boy? I wanted to raise a 'brow, but I didn't because it would probably hurt her feelings.
I watched her as she took a step back, looking into her blue-ringed eyes with confusion and... And.. Oh, I couldn't even find the right word for my feelings. Her smile that she wore across her lips made me smirk a little, and as she parted her kissers to speak, I flicked my ears toward her. "My tale is sad also. I don't want to tell you and cause you more sadness." Okay, now I raised a 'brow. I just told her about my abused mother and dead father, and she doesn't want to tell me? "It's okay, you can tell me." The filly shrugged, then bumped her maw against mine again. Even more confusion. What did this filly really want from me?
Abi giggled while stepping away and starting at a prance, and I followed her with my gaze as she trotted in circles around me, and I felt her muzzle brush against me during every circle she made. I lost count after three circles, confused and.. very confused, and I watched how she turned to me and came up on my left side, the young mare's barrel pressed close against mine. Okay, what in the name of the Gods was wrong with her? Had she eaten some kind of energybug or something? Abishia stopped and I felt her muzzle burying into my mane before she sighed.
"I have missed you more than anything, anyone. Dearest Azarel." Woah, okay. I looked down at her, observing her with dually colored eyes before I spoke. "Abishia... What really happened to you since we last saw each other?" And why are you acting so weird?
"Talking."
ooc: Aaand there's the colt in him xDD
wordcount: 483
tags: @[Abishia]
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04-02-2014, 06:43 AM
Azarel
if love is what you need, a soldier I will be
if love is what you need, a soldier I will be
The filly in front of me suddenly bursted into tears and I stared - confused - at her. W-what just happened? I wanted her to tell me what had happened, not.. cry. "I.." she started, but instead of continuing, she launched herself forward - toward me - and I gasped, but only seconds later I moved closer to her and embraced her in the way my mother had always did when comforting me. Slowly, I closed my eyes and just held her close, my golden neck over her milkstained chestnut one. Oh, Abishia. The filly took a few steps away from me, and as I met her gaze, I saw the tears in her eyes that almost broke my heart. One of the worst things I knew was seeing someone I care about cry. She shifted her front hooves before throwing her head so that her long beautiful forelock landed behind her ear. I wanted her to open up, and so she did.
She parted her lips to talk and I prepared myself, looking at her with understanding and even love in my gaze. "Azarel... I'm sorry. You see, I've been putting up this front, hoping no one would notice my weaknesses." Calmly, I watched as her gaze dropped to the ground, but seemingly forced herself to look at me again. I wanted to frown so badly because she had such a hard time telling me her past and it made me sad, sad that not everyone was as strong as one had to be sometimes.
"Don't get me wrong though Aza, I am just afraid. I can't say that what I have been through is worse, for things of such sorrow should be of no competition, nor that my experiences are just as bad, but I am not as strong as you are. I'm well... Weak. I have no one anymore, like you. I've been doing this for awhile now... Ever since we lost touch, the losses began. But it hurt even more, not being able to see you bathed in moonlight, playing in the waves." Ouch, thanks for that. This time I frowned, looking away from her. Didn't she think it had hurt me as well, being away from her? I had thought of her incredibly often, almost too often, and... Of course it was in a friend-kind-of-way, but still.
Abishia finally started to tell me her story, and the very first thing she told me was about spirits. I looked at her again, my mismatched eyes wide-open, and stared at her while she continued to talk. She had lost a family friend through suicide, and then her mother. When she was finished, I just stared at her. "I promise to never pretend again. I will always be true to you Azarel. You have a special place in my heart." And so do you, Abishia. "Abishia..." "Now, let's move on?" "No, Abi, I have to tell you something. I believe you. The spirits-thing." I turned my head towards her again, looking into her stunningly gorgeous eyes before I spoke again.
"I met my grandmother that way. The day I reunited with my sister, before the darkness, she came to us. Mother's mama." I glanced down and then looked at the young mare through my long forelock, which had fallen halfly in front of my red eye. "Also, Abi...
I took a step closer to her, turning my head toward her and gazing into her eyes. "There's no guarantee that this will be easy. It's not a miracle you need, believe me. I'm no angel, I'm just me..." I smiled, widely, and parted my lips again to whisper the last small words that came to my mind. "...but I will love you endlessly, Abishia. For now, just as friends, but that love will hopefully turn into something bigger later in our lives. We have an eternity in front of us. So now, let's go." I said, bumping my muzzle against the filly's bare forehead before I smiled and laughed quietly. This was just the beginning.
"Talking."
ooc: eeeek aza stop being so cute ;~; the poetic words at the end are from The Cab's song "Endlessly" <3
wordcount: 671
tags: @[Abishia]
She parted her lips to talk and I prepared myself, looking at her with understanding and even love in my gaze. "Azarel... I'm sorry. You see, I've been putting up this front, hoping no one would notice my weaknesses." Calmly, I watched as her gaze dropped to the ground, but seemingly forced herself to look at me again. I wanted to frown so badly because she had such a hard time telling me her past and it made me sad, sad that not everyone was as strong as one had to be sometimes.
"Don't get me wrong though Aza, I am just afraid. I can't say that what I have been through is worse, for things of such sorrow should be of no competition, nor that my experiences are just as bad, but I am not as strong as you are. I'm well... Weak. I have no one anymore, like you. I've been doing this for awhile now... Ever since we lost touch, the losses began. But it hurt even more, not being able to see you bathed in moonlight, playing in the waves." Ouch, thanks for that. This time I frowned, looking away from her. Didn't she think it had hurt me as well, being away from her? I had thought of her incredibly often, almost too often, and... Of course it was in a friend-kind-of-way, but still.
Abishia finally started to tell me her story, and the very first thing she told me was about spirits. I looked at her again, my mismatched eyes wide-open, and stared at her while she continued to talk. She had lost a family friend through suicide, and then her mother. When she was finished, I just stared at her. "I promise to never pretend again. I will always be true to you Azarel. You have a special place in my heart." And so do you, Abishia. "Abishia..." "Now, let's move on?" "No, Abi, I have to tell you something. I believe you. The spirits-thing." I turned my head towards her again, looking into her stunningly gorgeous eyes before I spoke again.
"I met my grandmother that way. The day I reunited with my sister, before the darkness, she came to us. Mother's mama." I glanced down and then looked at the young mare through my long forelock, which had fallen halfly in front of my red eye. "Also, Abi...
I took a step closer to her, turning my head toward her and gazing into her eyes. "There's no guarantee that this will be easy. It's not a miracle you need, believe me. I'm no angel, I'm just me..." I smiled, widely, and parted my lips again to whisper the last small words that came to my mind. "...but I will love you endlessly, Abishia. For now, just as friends, but that love will hopefully turn into something bigger later in our lives. We have an eternity in front of us. So now, let's go." I said, bumping my muzzle against the filly's bare forehead before I smiled and laughed quietly. This was just the beginning.
"Talking."
ooc: eeeek aza stop being so cute ;~; the poetic words at the end are from The Cab's song "Endlessly" <3
wordcount: 671
tags: @[Abishia]
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