Tora
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Irritation mingled with a strange kind of curiosity shivered through my frame that told tales of strength and glory even at such a young age. The world would know that I was to be a force to be reckoned with as soon as I learned how to use the body the lords had blessed me with. Midnight stained ears swiveled backwards as I listened carefully for the sound of my sister moving through the ferns and various other green plants that were growing in the walkway the band of unicorns had told us about, even though Himitsu was blind, it didn't stop the slightly smaller twin from getting around just as well as those of us who could see the world that twirled around us. A snort blew through my pink paper thins before my attention was turned back to the strange new world around me. Itsu could handle herself if something unfortunate were to befall her, we both could, but something about a filly who had spears growing from her eye sockets rather than eyeballs themselves was enough of a sight to stop grow stallions' in their paths. Easily I pushed any worry that might have been noticable about my sibling to the back of my mind, instead focusing the cold gems that decorated my own features on the ever-green terrain around us. How annoying it was to feel as if I had passed by the same tree five times now, but I hadn't seen any sign that my twin and I had traipsed past her already so I surged onwards towards whatever adventures this place would have. Hopefully it was ready for us. A smirk that would have sent the Devil himself running for his mother tugged at the left corner of my pinked out kissers when my white splashed limbs finally decided that this would be the place to stop. Itsu and I had to recollect ourselves and figure out if we were truly wandering around in circles or if our path had been straight as directed. My matte crowned skull turned over shoulders that were already beginning to fill out, showing promise of what was to come when the dreaded puberty hit, a childish feminine voice spilled forwards into the warm air where it began it's dance with the bird's songs until reaching my sister's eardrums. "Isoge Himitsu!" Our native tongue rolled effortlessly off of the salmon colored muscle while eyes the color of the clay that rested under the grass searched for any sign that she had made it to where I was standing in wait. Every nerve ending on my childish frame stood on edge as I kept alert for whatever hornless monsters could be hiding in the shadows to finish the job the others hadn't been able to do. Would we die here? Or prosper like the Queens we were? "Speech here." Tag;; @[Himitsu] & @[Zikar-Sin] Words;; 487 Notes;; Let Tier post first and then you are free to join in Smithasssss :3 |
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03-02-2015, 06:45 PM
In life you are never lost. Because no matter where you are going, you are going somewhere. Your options are to sit back and to see where you go or to fool yourself into thinking that you have control over fate. I am young, no more than a weanling, but I know that it is foolish to get tangled in mere possibilities.
Life is no fairytale. There are plenty of villainous souls but there are no heroes. If you want a hero you have to be your own. I suppose that I fall somewhere in the middle. Many tales tell of a heroic show of mercy but I have none, and no desire to have any. My mother had been struck down without any show of mercy from a band of pegasi and equines. So why should they still be drawing air into their lungs? My hoofsteps speed up then falter the closest tree becomes a stand in for everyone that I harbor so much anger against. Lowering my head I jerk it upwards shredding into the bark. Pulling away I rub my pink stained muzzle against the marks that I made and a satisfied smirk slowly spreads across my lips. Whenever the time comes what so many see as my curse will instead be my blessing. Survival of the fittest, right? How often have a heard that talk? Adults think the young to be ignorant to their moonlit conversations. I know that many urged my mother to leave me for the wolves and to focus on my twin. Everyone has always been filled with high expectations for Tora. She was born for greatness, and they are right, but all who doubt my potential are fools. The forest has began to grow much more lush. I know that she worries about finding our way but I do not share in her concern. Instead I am lost in the sounds and smells of the forest. The birds' songs dance with the warmth of the sun. The trees stand firm and proud while the rest of the forest sways with the wind. It brushes against our sides and our legs, trying to pull us into the song that is sung. In a voice low enough to where Tora cannot hear I sing my own verse to add to this forest's never ending song. Ears perked I answer my twin. "Ako ania dinhi," although my voice does betray my youth it has a deeper ring to it whenever compared to Tora's. I move to her side and I curl my upper lip sucking in air to get a good smell of the area. "I can smell where other unicorns passed through." In actuality I am not able to say for sure that they were unicorn. My sense of smell, stronger than what most have, can only tell me so much. But surely the marvelous herd we have searched for would not stand for those of other kinds being so near. @[Tora] @[Zikar-Sin] I am so sorry about the wait you guys. The rest of my posts will come quicker. "Ako ania dinhi," || "I am here,"
03-08-2015, 08:09 PM
Saffron you exist in TIME, but belong to ETERNITY Is this punishment for greeting the foal nicely? For being courteous to a little stranger? I suppose not, but it feels like it. The look that said 'go to the Threshold' was pretty hard to ignore and I can't help but feel a little sulky. I'm not sure I get along with the newcomers all that well. Especially when they are sassy and full of themselves like that one mare was. But I suppose every now and then I can do something useful, even if I don't always enjoy it. So now as my paws softly press against the pine needles littering the ground in abundance, I exhale quietly and resign myself to the main duties of being part of a 'herd'. This is why tigers are solitary beasts - no responsibilities to others, no unnecessary tasks or conversations. Ah well. I lift my head when I hear voices, and pause in my step to let my nose continue the work for me. The unrecognizable scents - two of them - tell me that I have found a couple of someones to bring home to the Basin. Moving through the trees, I weave my way in silence, letting their voices mingle in my mind into one objective. It surprises me a little when I find not one but two foals, not that much older than Tempe, the filly that I had just so recently met. One is rather normal in appearance, but the other has me staring aghast. Instead of eyes, she has horns, in addition to the one in the middle of her forehead. I smother whatever opinions and reactions I have, burying them behind the facade. Some creatures in this world are so bizarre and I doubt I will ever be able to make sense of it all. Gently I announce my presence with a deep, rumbling purr of speech. "G'day children." I sit, wrapping my long, thick tail around my hindquarters. "Welcome to Helovia, I am Saffron." Golden eyes watch them closely, waiting to see their reaction to being greeted by a talking predator. Whiskers twitch as a smile plays upon my face. Deimos will just LOVE two new bambinos. "" @[Tora] & @[Himitsu] 360 words Plot Thread *You may do anything you wish with Saffron excluding dismemberment and death.
03-09-2015, 09:53 PM
03-18-2015, 12:59 PM
03-18-2015, 02:40 PM
"Sore wa nekoda."
"Nekoda?" frustration fills my voice whenever it lacks the fear I should probably have. It is likely that the animal before my twin and I has preyed upon those like us. Young. Lost. Alone. Colts and fillies are most likely easy pickings for the big cat, but Tora and I are anything but the typical young. Misfortune has warped our views and it has smeared our personalities. So no, I feel no fear towards the predator but I am seething with frustration. Many have made the mistake of thinking of me as being disabled. But my other senses do more than make up for my lack of sight. I should have heard or smelled the cat's presence. In life I have no chance at being ordinary, so I have no choice but to be extraordinary. If I wish to make a name for myself I cannot slip up as I have just done. "G'day children. Welcome to Helovia, I am Saffron." "Baho sa iro," a smirk spreads slowly across my face. It is egged on by the mischievous song that my soul dances to, "Saffron, segur que ets nekoda?" A whisper of a husky laugh follows my words. Laughter sends my head to bobbing in its wake. It has been long since I laughed and despite the almost timid nature of the laughter that comes now it is an all consuming sound. I am like a soul starved of food and then placed in a meadow teaming with life. Overwhelmed and overjoyed all at once, my body had to cope with the feeling in some physical way. "I am...Tora. We were told we could find a band of well-bred unicorns here. But instead we find a cat?" My movements still and I hear my own sudden silence in such a loud way. My twin's words echo in my ears drowning out the screaming of my quietness. So freely she had given her name. Tora had hesitated, but not for long enough. Names are knowledge about oneself. Knowledge is power. Power is.. everything. To give someone your name is to give them some measure of power. "I am," my voice begins as a whisper before gaining its usual tenor ring, "My name is Himitsu." No lips will ever know my birth given name. It has been lost in the seasons of time. On the day that my two extra horns broke through my skin like the first teeth of a babe I had chosen a name for myself. Being completely blind has left me oblivious to my own appearance and my appearance has set me apart from all. Keeping my true name a mystery leaves me with some feeling of having a measure of control over my life. No matter how small. I am the keeper of secrets, Himitsu itself means secret. My name is my purpose, it is my struggle for control; my name is my life. My ears flicker slightly at the approach of another. I am sullen after giving my name; to give it away always leaves me feeling insecure. There is no worry in me for who may approach. What more of a threat can slink into our presence than that of the big cat? I am indifferent to the stranger's appearance until he speaks. “Forgive me, Tiger of the Basin, I do not believe I’ve learned your name? Hello, children!” His voice is warmth that sets my heart turned to winter's chill, towards the glow of summer. The stallion says little but that is all that is needed, for in some inexplicable manner my entire being has attached itself to him. Normally I face whatever direction that pleases me while speaking to another, sometimes I look in their opposite direction just to cause a little confusion, but I turn to fully face the unnamed stallion. It is not in my nature to immediately gravitate towards another being. I wonder what draws me to this one so? I step to Tora's side to murmur in her ear, "Quin aspecte té ?" Eagerness fills my voice. Surely this stallion is one of the superior herd that we were told of. Does belonging to such a group show on his appearance? Does his coat glow as if he were some celestial being? Is his horn the longer than common unicorns? "My, but where have you left your mothers?" Our mother. Where had we left her? Dead. Dear Aki, absent minded as she was she had tried to do right by us. Anger seeps from my young heart towards those who had tried, and succeeded, at doing our mother wrong. From her lips they had called out screams, and whenever those had not satisfied them any longer they had taken her last breath. "Our mother was taken from us." I need no eyes to picture the beasts that had murdered her, Tora had described them to me in great detail. It was our duty to remember those who had killed with glee but lacked reason. It is our duty to one day make them quiver. To one day rid them of the breath that fills their unworthy lungs. "Killed by those disfigured by feathers and invalids with no horns." "Nekoda?||Cat?
"Baho sa iro,"||"Smells of dog" "Saffron, segur que ets nekoda?"||"Saffron, are you sure you are a cat?" "Quin aspecte té ?"||"What does he look like?" @[Tora] @[Saffron] @[Zikar-Sin]
03-18-2015, 09:10 PM
Saffron you exist in TIME, but belong to ETERNITY The more normal appearing of the two speaks first, but in a language that is completely foreign to me. I sit in silence, waiting for a translation or for her to switch to our common tongue. There is no use pretending to understand something that we both know I do not. She gives me her name, somewhat hesitantly, I notice. When she speaks again in the common tongue, my smile dims slightly, for she has landed a small slight against me. 'Ah, cats clearly fall beneath unicorns, then.' My tail thunks softly against the ground. Her slander is minute, however, and so I do not let it be a mark against her. Them - I doubt the other filly feels much differently. And then she speaks, first in the strange foreign language, and I can't help but feel that an insult has been thrown at me. I bristle but stay still. She introduces herself as Himitsu. Another joins us - a stallion that comes up from behind me. I turn to look him over. The dark-hued unicorn seems to know of me, but I most certainly do not know him. I find my skin prickling at the sensation of being at such a disadvantage. "Saffron." I say softly for his benefit, for I have already introduced myself to the fillies. He must be of the Basin, for how else would he know me? And certainly when I inhale, I smell the familiar scent. I expect he shall introduce himself shortly, as well. But first, his concern for the lack of dam for the girls. Oh the concern is so heartfelt. I have a certain fondness for children that is.. well.. more obvious than I'd like it to be. It pales in comparison to the change that takes over him though. When Himitsu speaks again, there is no sorrow for the absence of their mother. Only ripples of anger. The words that she ends with though.. 'Killed by those disfigured with feathers and invalids with no horns.' Oh for Christ's sake, how many of them are like this? Clearly, my instincts were on point. I smother a sigh. How little they know. All of the equines - the pegasi, the unicorns, the more plain ones - they are ALL beneath the predators that feast on them. For example, me. I ignore her comment. "We are from the Aurora Basin, where you shall find the unicorns you seek." The smile I had started with has totally faded. Instead, a harsh glimmer decorates my eyes, invisible to all but the those with the keenest eye. Why there are so many unicorns who think themselves the epitome of equines, I'll never understand. If it were up to me, I'd eat them. "We will take you there if you like." "" @[Tora] @[Himitsu] @[Zikar-Sin] Plot Thread *You may do anything you wish with Saffron excluding dismemberment and death.
03-18-2015, 11:06 PM
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