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02-04-2015, 01:10 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-05-2015, 12:42 AM by Tilney.)
The further he walked the more the strange feeling came to him.
It was something he hadn't felt before.
He felt so fresh and new and he couldn't just stop to sleep. Right now, he knew, was a fresh start.
The bronze stallion slowly paced his way between the brush. The crescent moon in the sky wasnt nearly enough to give his nightblind orbs any sight. So he fumbled and he rattled his way through the trees, yelping at every tree and rock he bumped into, softly growling under his breath.
He would not sleep. This feeling made him restless and he would stay awake to wander.
His marble hooves tapped against the earth, stepping blindly. Most of the time (if he concentrated hard enough) he could hear his way around the trees if he made enough noise, but he couldnt be too loud especially at this time of night. He could heard the wind lapping at the grass; that noise you always heard in a field. Thousands of blades of grass colliding to make that faint, hushed whispering noise; Like the entire field was sighing. It made his nostrils flare and the bronze pelt covering his whither tighten and twitch. Open space would mean a lot less things to crash into, but it would make him much more visible. Who would see him though? He hadn't seen an equine for weeks.
surely it wouldn't be too much of a risk.
With a shake of his tawny mane he began with careful steps across the field. He could hear the breeze, and start to smell water near by. It was these sounds and scents that lifted his mood and this feeling he had. He loved nothing more then to be out exploring, it just didn't work as well when you couldn't see anything. It was fun to guess and imagine though. Sometimes on a windy day he could imagine himself climbing along the worlds tallest mountain and never falling, or if he thought it wise to cross a wild river blind (as he sometimes did) he's pretend it was filled with crocodiles. It was just fun to pretend.
He carried his nose upwards, taking in every scent. His knees stepped high in almost proud means; he was the king of the world right.
WHACK.
It happened quite suddenly.
He had ambled right into a boulder.
his nose pulsed with pain radiating over his whole skull. It was the shock that hurt the most. He took a few moments to recover and then blinked his sightless eyes. He hoped to the gods that not a soul in this forest saw that.
he reached out with a cloven hoof, feeling around for anything else that might decide to pop up infront of him before he slinked forwards and slowly sauntered on across that sighing field.
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02-04-2015, 03:24 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-04-2015, 06:29 PM by Africa.)
She had grown increasingly restless of late, uncomfortable – in a physical sense – and her skin itched awfully as though it were pulling ever tighter around her bones. Her empty stomach twisted and moaned, but she had no inclination to feed; and stranger still was the fact that her coat was glossier than it had been in months, her flesh still fuller, even despite her involuntary aversion to food. Africa could never have guessed the cause of the transformation, the consequence of the night spent in the passionate embrace of the Gallant, and continued along with life obliviously – albeit awfully uncomfortable.
Lean white forelegs pulled her wearily through the shade of midnight and the familiar old forest just south of her home, as she sought to offer aide to those arriving from afar. It was just another leisure among many that had become unsettlingly taxing, but defiantly she continued – stubborn in a sense, unwilling to yield to whatever curse had been laid upon her health. With Silas slipping through the tree tops she stepped with some confidence, though whenever the stroke of night-savvy paws touched the litter floor, she paused shyly in place. Always her eyes were straining through the heavy weight of the night, but only the gnarled, shifting shadows of ancient timber crossed her path.
That was until the sickening, subtle thwack off bone against rock resonated through her being.
Pale eyes switched instantly left, gazing blindly into open land through wicked darkness, to find the creature apparently lingering nearby. “Hello?” she whispered softly, feeling suddenly vulnerable as memory of the roan fiend consumed all thought. Be quiet! she told herself harshly, and glanced timidly towards the visible presence of her companion. Silas, can you see someone? Flaming tail licked nervously across stiffened sooty hocks – Africa knew that the hidden body would find her quickly and easily. She was a beacon, a fire-lamp glowing in the night. If trouble loomed, it would be upon her undoubtedly without warning.
Silas however, had spotted the roaming stallion and set himself rapidly across a bough beyond to observe. Stranger... he revealed through the privacy of their bond, and turned a sharp, violet eye nearer. He was a nocturnal creature, unlike Fina or Neve, and was in his element when the fingernail-moon shed only the weakest of light across the country.
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02-05-2015, 01:17 AM
(This post was last modified: 02-07-2015, 06:57 AM by Tilney.)
After stumbling out from behind that pesky boulder (which he could of sworn was not there before) his steps became much more short and timid. Instead he shuffled through the grass, feeling his way and taking a little more extra care.
"hello?"
His hooves stomped into the earth, his nose turning in the direction of the whisper. He saw darkness and nothing else, but that wasnt new. Someone was out there.
Taking a shaky breath, puffing out his bronze chest he bellowed a just as soft "hello?".
The sounds of the field no longer rattled his bones or teased his every tense. Was this why he had this strange feeling? He needed to know who was there.
The longer he stared he began to see. Someone was creating those lucid, dancing flames. He just couldnt see who.
Eagerly stepping forward, cloven stones carried him into a slow trott. FIRE! was his only thought. He didnt even consider there could be danger. Tilney rushed closer, and the image of a silver equine who was probably just as startled as he came more and more clear. He hoped he didn't look as though he was lunging at her, or trying to chase her; Slowing his muscled legs to a walk he crept closer, eyeing the fire closely. He had no idea there was a ridiculous smile plastered all over his chiseled face.
"Hello!" He panted once again, now only a few feet from the magnificent mare. Where he was from there couldnt be a more dangerous place for mares then the forest. It was very odd to see this one all alone. He couldn't stop staring at the fire flickering from her mane and tail. He had only ever seen the fire his mother made with her magic, so this was just like seeing pure magic and miracles again right before his eyes. "Fire" he whipered softly. He must of looked like a bit of an idiot, but this totally enchanted him.
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It never occurred to Africa that he could see less than she in the grim hour of murk and star-shimmer. Even as the dark silhouette of a stallion’s body stepped slowly into view, ashen face lifted higher as though into the grace of warm luminosity so that he might realise her passivity – the curious attentiveness of long sooty ears, the gentle flutter of thick lashes and humble posture crouched beneath it all. Although her demeanour displayed naught but a mirror into the benevolent nature of her soul, dappled, mottled hide rippled with uncertainty and the thick muscle wrought through her elegant frame coiled down in waiting.
This time, she would be ready to spring away...
But for a small time the stance of the shadow-cloaked stallion seemed barely to shift - only the soft return of an echoing murmur, tempted forward her unwavering interest. Pale, golden eyes strained through the dark, tracing each delicate curve she could find – a horn, or an antler, visible only where it branched from pale, flaxen hair. He began to move suddenly though, and thudding steps upon the spongy loam grew louder as he came. Africa’s weight swayed in place as though torn in half by the urge of her primal instincts. She called hurriedly for the night-savvy sight of her bonded to read for her the language of the stallion’s body and the zephyr purred from the arms of the tree; not attacking... I think.
It was well that he slowed, because a spontaneous spew of adrenaline was igniting a furious fire beneath flinching skin, and fuelling that primitive want to flee.
The waltz of fire through her gloriously long, thick mane and the tail draped between hocks and along through the grass to her rear, cast a playful golden light all around her. As the steed drew as close as perhaps he felt he ought, the expression on his face was revealed - grinning enrapture - and the one-winged mare let a quiet smile rise at last though her own expression. His rich green eyes (warmed by the heatless glow of firelight), were not searching for hers however, and a soft snort betrayed her growing amusement. “It is,” she whispered back, eyes examining the fascination ripe throughout his features. “Touch it!” she suggested beneath a giggle, and lowered fine face to the earth.
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The flames lit up the surrounding lumber and leaves, washing the space in a warm gold. He turned his muzzle to gaze at his now well lit surrounds. He could see her, He could see the trees and each leaf clasped to their branches. Dazed, Tilney heard the mares voice. Was this a dream?
"Touch it!" she had offered, an amused giggle escaping with her words. Touch the flames? Why on earth would he do that! It would burn, would it not? Viridescent eyes finally flicked to hers which were a gentle shade of yellow. This mare didn't want to hurt him, he was sure.
Striding slowly forwards, advancing further into the light her flames shed his emerald eyes watched hers, very very cautiously. He felt the heat but it just didn't seem hot enough. Green orbs flicked from hers and he stretched his nose towards her neck, now eyeing the flames. This is a dream He told himself. He squinted, and then tightly closed his eyes. Outstretching his nose he dipped his muzzle into the flames.
The flames licked his face and Tileny could feel a gentle heat under his jaw, but it didnt burn. Jaw now dropping slightly, he had hardly ever smiled wider then he had just now. Reefing his head away after a few moments, the bronze stallion softly stomped his feet and shook his overgrown mane. The old lantern strapped tightly to a rung on his hefty antlers rattled and creaked as it swung over his skull.
"wow!" Tilney exclaimed, still dazed by the magnificent flames. A short moment passed and he still stared before he spoke once again. "It has been a very long time since I have witnessed such magic" the young stag explained to her, vibrant eyes now looking back to the ashen mare.
It was then Tilney noticed the heavy scarring on her shoulder, and the silver-black wing tucked into her opposite side. His mouth opened, about to utter 'oh, what happened to your wing?!' when he stopped himself. It was probably something she didn't tell strangers, or want to talk about to anyone. He was awfully curious though.
Instead, he confidently murmured "My name is Tilney" He paused to take another glance around the now well-lit piece of forest they stood in and then back to the silver fae before him. "Clearly I am not from around here" He chuckled, emerald eyes glinting.
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The tall, antlered stallion’s golden pelt seemed to ignite exquisitely where he paused within range of the illumination she shed. Soft flaxen forelock framed his curious, emerald eyes and though their gaze was trained to the light woven through the long threads of her thick mane, she watched them brightly, unwaveringly with childlike delight fashioned through her feminine features. Her enthusiasm fed ravenously from his, and any trace of the shyness which had been seemed to dissolve into the giddy atmosphere. Her smile never faded into the murk of the night around them; only grew as they lingered longer together.
After a moment’s hesitation perhaps, the softest brush of his eyes against hers, he covered the remaining distance (though small it was already). Africa held her breath excitedly as though it were her plunging into the hungry flames of Helovia’s Heart, and his face slid out of range towards her neck. She could not feel even the slightest caress of his breath while she waited, but the fire clothing her hair danced all the brighter for her heightened mood. Only a small amount of time slipped by before he recoiled, and the dapple grey mare’s chiselled skull bounced enthusiastically – desperate to learn his reaction.
Socked limbs shuffled, hooves thudded quietly against their grassy platform, and the stallion shook the heavy length of his mane. Beyond his stunned expression, strange decorations swung noisily to and fro and Africa’s easily distracted eye was drawn to their presence. She had seen antlers similar to those jutting from his poll (presumably, there was a lot of hair slumped around their base), on the Basin mare Arah, the Wildfire and meek Adelis. The curious trinkets though, or jars, or something, really took her fancy. His tongue was far swifter though, and the sound of his amazement pierced her thoughts.
“I There’s lots of magic here in Helovia,” she hummed cheerfully, guessing quickly that he a journey - like the one she had taken many years ago – had brought him here. Still her eyes lingered amid the branching bone above, though they wandered curiously back at the mention of his name; so too did he confirm her cunning theory about his wandering. “I’m Africa,” mellow tones replied, spilling from still smiling lip, and when she noted the swivel of his attention to the wilderness surrounding, the one winged mare added, “Welcome!”
There was no nervous residue about her demeanour - he like so few that passed through this threshold, seemed entirely harmless and she could barely help release of fraught energy from her pelt. It had melted from view many minutes before. “Am I the first you’ve spoken too, Tilney? Have you a place to rest yet?” she probed curiously and perhaps a little too eagerly. He was a pleasant character though with infectious confidence.
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02-11-2015, 04:50 AM
(This post was last modified: 02-17-2015, 04:55 AM by Tilney.)
The orange inferno still completely entranced the youthful stallion, emerald eyes reflecting the dance of the flames before him. For one thing he was overjoyed to have met this mare after hopelessly wandering for weeks, perhaps months on end. He actually had no idea or recollection of how long it had been since that painful separation from his herd.
And now here he was being presented with such beautiful magic; something he was not accustomed to seeing often or from anyone other then his mother. “There’s lots of magic here in Helovia” The ashy fae told him, her voice cheerful and her starry-golden eyes tracing their way over the branch-like antlers between his ears. About to speak, The mare spoke once again; He wanted to ask her what other kinds of magic there was in... 'helovia'? whatever that was. He assumed it was this unfamiliar place.
"I'm Africa," .
"Africa" Tilney whispered, his smile growing. It was a beautiful name. But soon he was once again distracted by the beautiful orange, red and yellow flickering flames. He almost didn't hear her welcome him. Bronze lashes blinked over his shining eyes as they flicked back to hers, a soft laugh escaping his muzzle. 'sorry' he thought of saying, but that would just acknowledge he was acting very very odd.
He could tell that Africa was a worldly mare. She did seem a little older and much more wise then he. Already, he looked up to this mare. She was kind.
"you are!" He began after the waxen fae quizzed him, asking if she was the first he had spoken to. "I dont remember speaking to another equine for, well..." The stallion trailed off in thought, his viridescent eyes seeming to dull. "...A long time" He concluded, softly sniggering. It did pain him slightly though, thinking of how lonely these past weeks had been. He was a stallion who loved nothing more then to converse with others. "and no, I have not" He responded when he recalled Africa had also asked him if he had a place to rest.
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She had never truly appreciated the stunning appearance she might have presented to others. For many years she had wished desperately for a far grander pelt – golden like Rasta or Tilney, painted like Rei or Midas – anything but the awful bleak storm patterned across her bones. Always she had been a daisy amongst the roses in Helovia, and the loss of her wing nearly three years ago had only reinforced that lack of self-worth; so too had the meeting between the God of the Sun and his Diviner (she would never forget the anticlimax in his expression the first time he had set his blazing gaze upon her).
It was he, the God she had revered so faithfully, that prompted her quest for flames. Africa wanted more than anything to be something worth more than a comedown – disappointed expectations. She had won the right to wear his flames, but then in an unexpected twist of fate, the population was hurled from their homelands and forced to shelter beneath the earth and the one-winged mare was torn from her position. When they re-emerged, the Sun fancifully placed the insipid mind upon the throne of His land (a mistake it soon became apparent), though she had not a fierce enough character, ambition to maintain such responsibility – and never did that patron notice the flames she had dressed in for His sake.
Now, they were only a painful reminder of all the many shortfalls her life entailed...
Africa was glad Tilney found merit in their existence – he was possibly the first so attracted by their undeniable beauty. If ever there had been a way to capture them, and hand them across, she would have been rid of their cursed memories in a heartbeat.
He spoke and she was still grinning, tides of pointlessly spiralling thought well masked from his view (though once transparent, the dapple grey had learned well enough the arts of burying her feelings). “Would you like to come with me to Hidden Falls?” she asked not long after the tenor of his voice had faded into the tranquillity around them once more. “...it isn’t a prison sentence I promise (she laughed softly), you would be welcome to explore Helovia as you like, but it is always nice to have sound foundations - I think.” Pale eyes studied him thoughtfully, and she recalled the moment the Gallant had set a similar precedent for her – Africa had been young and foolish, a magnet for misfortune.
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(OOC; I am very sorry It has took me so long to reply!)
The idea of a place to rest roused the tall brute, Africas offer like music to his ears. "Hidden Falls?" his breathy, soft voice asked. It sounded like a beautiful place. Envisaging waterfalls and stone, and magic! Would there be lanterns lit to light the paths for the Hidden Falls inhabitants like his own clangy light used to? He imagined a place literally hidden and secluded from the rest of the world. Helovia Africa had called it. Bronze ears twitched over a thinking skull, wondering if you could see the sky there. A place like that, hidden and secluded would be safe surely.
In his visual he imagined vines and bushes, and trees reaching for the sun. And many many waterfalls. Tilney almost rolled his eyes though, knowing every time he imagined something it always ended up being very different. He would just wait and see.
"I would love to go with you to Thehiddenfalls!" - He almost spoke the whole sentence all in one word, he was just so excited his words were starting to escape his muzzle with no gaps.
He was ready to see these Hidden Falls and then explore Helovia. He could imagine all the friends he might make, new rivers to cross and more and more birds to listen to. The stallion became electrified at the idea, and he leapt into a springing trott. He took his high steps around Africa until he had circled around her, ending back where he had begun. Shaking his thick, long mess of pallid hair the young brute looked closely to his ashy companion and chanted a soft "lets go!".
A short, sudden thought cause his pace to falter. As his old lantern groaned loudly, swinging from side to side from a rung on his lofty antlers he wondered; What if there are creatures in Helovia who dont like me?. He remembered the damage caused to his sight and the humiliation of loosing his trusty antlers that his enemies had caused him. They were hardly enemies though; just colts who decided to pick on him. They had still caused irreversible damage to his sight and his pride.
As he glanced back to Africa, his friendly new acquaintance, He decided that she would not know about his sight. No one would. It was a secret he would keep and share with no one in this new Helovian life. It was like a stain on a perfect dress, and he would try his best to hide it from the beauties that he was sure to meet.
No one will hurt me here. He vowed to himself.
His marble hooves had carried him a few paces away from Africa, but he had no clue which way Hidden falls was. He would wait for her to show the way.
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02-18-2015, 10:35 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-18-2015, 10:38 PM by Africa.)
Long ears bounced unsteadily amid writhing, dancing flame as she nodded along to the tune of his softened voice; Tilney was intriguing and her eyes glistened curiously, eager to learn what thoughts he chewed over, silently, secretively. She found herself leaning nearer, silly smirk quirking twitching, stormy-grey lips, though reigned herself in swiftly and sent her eyes rambling off through the timber bars around them instead.
The night seemed endless, lonely, and the Starry-Eyed turned to find her companion where he perched amid plumes of tumbling stardust. Tilney is coming... I think, she explained cheerfully, but Silas cared little as long as he posed no threat to her wellbeing. The zephyr’s feather-cloaked breast rumbled long-sufferingly and he stretched each wing and leg in sequence – preparing to accompany them home.
All of a sudden the antlered stallion burst to life – words slithering like uncoiling rope from effervescent lips. Africa startled and pale eyes wandered eagerly back to meet his own (oblivious, naturally, to any visible symptom of his disability). “Hooray!” she returned brightly, neck snaking simultaneously to express further her delight; all the while her new friend pranced a tight circle around her, before pausing, and inviting her forward. Enthusiastically lean legs turned her elegant figure north, but she paused seconds later and cocked her chiselled skull curiously to the side.
“This way...” she laughed kindly, touching warm breath as near to his flesh as he allowed, and lifted her only wing in Pegasus gesture to guide him in the direction of the path which she often followed through the core of the Threshold forest. “We haven’t far to walk, that one fine thing about our home. It feels near enough to the action – but is set apart from most of Helovia, nestled by the foot of the Earth.” Voice wavered, and she turned a knowing smile his way, “...I mean the mountains.”
Africa went on to explain, for the remainder of their journey, all about the God of the Earth whose lands they slept upon and cared for; about the few times she had seen him in person, particularly the time he stood above the western ocean with wings drawn, conducting a beautiful symphony of the sea. He was a benevolent heart, less terrifying than the Sun - though she kept that particular opinion well under wraps for the moment.
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@[Tilney] - I will start our Falls thread!
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