He had not even explored half of the Hidden Falls, yet he had the incredible urge to explore some of the outside lands already. Come to think of it, he had been walking for quite some time now, he did not even know where he was at the moment. The foliage had grown thicker, thicker than it had been in the threshold even, which he was almost positive he had passed long ago. The forest, slightly grotesque, thick with history, tragedies and passions a like he was sure of. The foliage beneath him had gotten heavy, his steps crackled leaves, branches, and some unknown things he was unsure of. He wasn't sure if his visiting was reckless or something of eventual gain. The sunlight bleakly shown through the treetops, casting weird, faded shadows all around him. His perked, contented ears began to flicker around in a sort of fear that something might approach and devour him. Some of the larger trees held mighty scars, deep scars that he rather not look closer at. Branches and bushes nicked and poked at his silky coat and he often had to untangle his long mane from twisting undergrowth. Fraub whined and sighed as he made his way deeper, zigzagging around impasses and jumping over fallen trees. 'Why did I travel so far in?' his head sulked to his feet, 'I am a mess now' @[Ghost] @[Mermaid] |
[OPEN] Curiosity killed the cat [Ghost, Mermaid]
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04-12-2014, 12:47 PM
04-12-2014, 06:26 PM
neal.flickr.com Let the heat of the sun
Reignite your memory Because if we just turn and run Let them fire the gun ❚ Force permitted, just don't kill her :3 ❚ Please tag me! ❚ Pixel by Nyte
04-13-2014, 02:19 AM
04-13-2014, 06:08 PM
MERMAID AND WE DANCED LIKE A WAVE ON THE OCEAN, ROMANCED WE WERE LIARS IN LOVE AND WE DANCED
These woods are deep, dark and chilling. Thick gnarled tree branches twist together over head to block out the warmth of the sun. The light reaches the forest floor but it is distorted and eerie by the time it does. I can not help but shiver as I take it all in, partly at the chill and partly at the appearance of the place. If my ghosts could awaken in the comfort of the beach how much stronger might they be should I suffer the misfortune of having to sleep in this place? Really, I should turn back and leave the exploring of the even deeper wood beyond for a time when I have company to do it with. I don’t even know why I am here, I detest woodlands and forests. The cramped closeness is just too much for once raised on open stretches of sand and salt grass fields. I should not go on, I should not… but I do. Voices carry back, weaving through the moss blanketed tree trucks to tickle my ears and lure me on. Eventually I find them and I must admit, as I peer around the trees to observe, I am slightly disappointed that they are simple flesh and blood beings rather than the woodland spirits I’d hoped I might find. Ah well, now I have the company I was lacking before. They number two, one male and one female. The stallion is a lanky, skinny thing, possibly closer to my age than most of the others I have met. He wears a coat near as pale as my own but accented in a style I have never seen. There is a touch of silver moonlight in his uniquely arranged hair and streaks of gold that bleed from the twisted horn atop his head. That horn looks rather like a rearing snake and I wonder if I should take it as some kind of warning. Of course, I do no such thing. Instead I turn my gaze on the female. She is thin in the way of older youths that have not quite reached their full blossom but are bound to wake up and be surprised by it some day very soon. She is, of course, not equine as I am. I have grown resigned to the fact that I will nearly always find unicorns and pegasi when I go gadding about on my own in this place. To date I have still met only one other equine, not that I care exactly… but I have noted the fact and it certainly leaves me feeling a little out of place and alien. Anyway, this girl is neither unicorn nor pegasus but a mix of the two. Her wings begin in the pitch black shade of her body but fade to white and end in blood red tips. Her horn is a long and dangerous looking weapon. I make no comment on this combination; the oddly elegant male has already commented enough for the both of us. It is rude to just stand here and observe them in silence however, so I give a soft and friendly whicker to announce my presence. SWEPT AWAY FOR A MOMENT BY CHANCE @[Ghost] & @[Fraub] HP: 60/60 "she came from the sea..." Global permission granted to do anything at any time with/to Mermaid so long as it is survivable! Tagging preferences: tag away! | Contact Preferences: PM please! (Am I being sluggish? Check my status HERE) HELOVIA HARD MODE
04-14-2014, 04:44 PM
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Reignite your memory Because if we just turn and run Let them fire the gun ❚ Force permitted, just don't kill her :3 ❚ Please tag me! ❚ Pixel by Nyte
04-18-2014, 02:00 AM
04-18-2014, 11:53 PM
04-27-2014, 06:26 PM
MERMAID AND WE DANCED LIKE A WAVE ON THE OCEAN, ROMANCED WE WERE LIARS IN LOVE AND WE DANCED
Neither of the strangers offers me a vocal greeting but in my efforts to make myself known while avoiding disruption I had not given them reason to. However, they both make it clear that my presence has been noted. She does so with a polite dip of her crown, clearly a filly raised to show respect to her elders whether or not she truly feels it. I believe the welcome to be genuine though and so answer in kind with my own nod. The male’s acknowledgement is not so cordial. He gauges me with a measuring look that fades to a frown. I tilt my own head to the side in a questioning manner wondering what caused the odd reaction. He has dismissed me by this time though and I presume that I will learn something more when he is done gushing over the appearance of the blood-winged mare. I stand here lost in thought, as the thin rays of filtered sun sneak through the thick canopy to dapple my pale coat. The words that pass between them strike me as odd ones for strangers to exchange and amount to them both indicating that the other is interesting to look at. For a moment I wonder if I might not have stumbled into a clandestine lovers tryst just before it got interesting. While the observations made by both are certainly true enough it is strange to take note of such things in this place where “normal” does not seem to exist. Even I, though boring in comparison to them, am alien and feeling more so with each day I spend here. I am not sure if it would be better at this point to make an attempt at working myself into the conversation or conduct a quiet retreat and allow things to develop however they might have without my intervention. In the end I am spared the decision. A crunching and crashing in the brush announces the arrival of another. I witness her near collision with the male and then shift myself quickly out of the way as she stumbles in my direction. Apparently Abishia makes a habit of crashing her way onto otherwise quiet scenes. For a moment I wonder if she has followed me here and then I give my head a toss to shake off the suspicious thought. It is just a coincidence, it has to be… what reason would anyone have to follow me about? Perhaps she simply lives near to this place. The glance she gives me is vague with no firm sign of recognition, but then I suppose she might not remember even if it was only a few days ago. Her interests and attentions were entirely occupied with the young horned stallion who completed our company at the time. In fact she is giving the current male much the same look now. I will not judge her for it, in truth I find it rather amusing. I remember that stage in my own growth. While I did keep my attentions more focused than she seems to be, who knows what might have happened had I been faced with more options and opportunities. No comment on any part of her behavior falls from my lips. I would probably have ended up laughing and that would most likely be taken the wrong way. Instead I maintain my polite and proper demeanor offering a welcoming nod to the fourth member of this impromptu gathering. “Good to see you again Abishia. You know me, but for the benefit of our current company I am called Mermaid.” In this way I supply her with my name and do not make it obvious that she should have known but has forgotten, if that is in fact the case. Turning now to the others I offer the apology I should have given when I first arrived. “Please forgive my interruption, I do not mean to intrude.” I watch them carefully for reaction and should they give any hint that they desire privacy I shall take myself off and find some way to bring the painted girl with me. SWEPT AWAY FOR A MOMENT BY CHANCE Tagging: @[Ghost] Copying: @[Fraub] & @[Abishia] OOC: Terribly sorry for the dreadfully long wait. Feel free to skip my turn on this thread if necessary in the future. I don't mind having to work myself back in later. HP: 60/60 "she came from the sea..." Global permission granted to do anything at any time with/to Mermaid so long as it is survivable! Tagging preferences: tag away! | Contact Preferences: PM please! (Am I being sluggish? Check my status HERE) HELOVIA HARD MODE | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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