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ELSA
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the Rift
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[OPEN] It's not so bad [Welcoming]
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03-16-2015, 10:58 PM
Bellisma
Bellisma nervously started after Elsa; she (for some unknown reason) trusted the winged mare. Perhaps it was the honesty, the lack of prying, or the straightforwardness. Whatever it was, she daintily picked her way after the mare, taking greater care of her legs, hide, and muscles than she did during her flight into Helovia. However, her gait faltered at the white lady’s question. ’Occupation?’ she thought. Panic started setting into her small frame, making muscles taunt despite their sore protests, before the explanation could even be aired. Her previous occupations had been rather unpleasant. Upon hearing the description of the occupations and realizing that she could choose (”Choose?” she unknowingly voiced aloud, the thrill pulling the word out of her mouth) her own job, an impressive change overcame the golden doll. Her gait, which had been careful before, became buoyant. Her face, still etched with concern and traces of panic, became glowing and excited which made the already beautiful features bewitching. Her body, once carried in a subdued and unremarkable fashion, swelled and floated on her light steps. She smiled truly, lighting up her face, as she considered which job she would choose. Certainly not warrior or spy. Seer? She could barely see her own future, let alone do so for her new herd. Crafter? Perhaps. Medic, however… ”I think I’d like to be a medic,” her voice chimed the loudest and sweetest yet, ”Helping others would be…” a wistfulness wavered into her happiness as she paused, ”Well, that would be nice.” She had been so wrapped up in making her second (she was counting) free choice, that the loud rumble of the nearness of the falls startled her into recognizing her surroundings. It was like nothing she had seen- so far removed from the heat and sandy wastelands of her old home. This was lush, verdant, beautiful, it was ”Perfect,” a word again slipped out (her tongue, it seemed, had fully embraced it’s freedom and now was working independently of her brain). Though she meant it. ”This is lovely.” Her back leg, already tired and bloody, decided at that moment to collapse from under her. ”Oh! Perhaps I should cleanse my leg in the falls,” perhaps she should cleanse her whole body of the muddy dust that hid the gleaming golden coat. She limped into the pool at the base of the nearest falls, the pain radiating from her leg making her slightly more audacious and foggy. Normally would have waited for Elsa’s direction, but her body needed the coolness of the water now, so she sank ungracefully into the water before turning to Elsa and asking, ”Is this alright?” The cool water splashed onto her coat and lapped away the mud, revealing the hidden scratches and golden copper beneath it. She let out a low, chiming hum as the cool water soothed the aches, closing her green eyes for just a moment and smiling softly. ooc| So this started out okay, but I completely broke character for her at the end. Boo :( @[Elsa] Nature's first green is gold, her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; but only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf, so Eden sank to grief. So dawn goes down day. Nothing gold can stay. -Frost  Please tag Bellisma in every reply.
03-19-2015, 10:07 AM
Bellisma
Seeing Elsa join her in the water made Bell smile again. She found herself smiling more and more around this white winged mare. Letting her words percolate through her mind as she let the water wash away the filth, she realized that she perhaps needed to know more about how this land worked. What were the rules? She had mentioned a ‘Midas’ and a ‘Ghost’ at the Threshold. And a God of the Earth. She should know if there were stallions to avoid or laws to follow. Gently moving into deeper water towards the thundering falls in order to rinse the mud that clung to her mane and tail. Pausing, she enjoyed the tickle of bubbles swirling around her legs and belly. It had been so long sense such a delicate, pleasant sensation had graced her skin. In fact, she couldn’t remember the last pleasant, non-damaging or non-sexual touch she had experienced. The thought caused the traces of happiness on her face to fade, and her green eyes to cloud as they dropped from Elsa to the surface of the water. “Are there any other rules to know here?” Realizing how broad her question was, she clarified her true meaning, “I mean- is there anyone I should avoid?” Bell! Why can’t you ask some exciting questions! Enjoy this freedom you escaped to. “An-and Midas and Gost, are they-” she faltered over her words, “are they cheerful?” Perhaps that was a bit hopeful, “Or, uhm, lenient?” That was a better word. And much more plausible for leaders to be. ooc| So this took a year. I’m sorry! Getting back to school from SB was a lot more hectic than I anticipated. Sorry <3 @[Elsa] Nature's first green is gold, her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; but only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf, so Eden sank to grief. So dawn goes down day. Nothing gold can stay. -Frost Please tag Bellisma in every reply.
03-28-2015, 12:24 PM
04-01-2015, 10:08 PM
Bellisma
Despite the heat of Tallsun, the cold water began to send a chill through her thin skin. Her golden coat was meant for hot desert sun, not cool waterfall glens. Shivering once, she dunked her head beneath the surface in a rare display of faith- she was absolutely vulnerable. But it quickly passed as her face rose from the water, shivering again as the cool liquid slid down her neck and pooled on her back. She watched Elsa as she spoke of her- now their- leaders. They didn’t seem so bad from her description. Perhaps she could meet Ghost, but she still wasn’t sure she’d want to meet Midas, and the mistrust flickered across her face at the thought. Bellisma slowly started moving towards the bank, leaving clouds of red in her wake. The blood from the gash on her leg was no longer hidden by the mud sloughing off her body. The combination of cold and sting - both sensations Bell couldn’t stand, she much preferred the pain of broken bones and burning heat- made her answer Elsa’s questions without thinking, “I come from Qumox, a large desert. And my story is a failed one.” She paused, her small black hooves sinking between the slippery rocks, as her flat words echoed across the water. They were swallowed by the sounds of the falls, but their hollowness still hung on her frame. “By that I mean my story was told once, passed down through generations,” indeed, the story of a small sun coming from the night clouds (her dam’s name) during a full moon (her sire’s name) to bring light to the desert, “But instead of bringing prosperity, I became-” This pause was a painful one. It was long and sad. What had she become? Broken? Used? Caged? “I became a trapped pet.” That perhaps was the most pleasant way to phrase it. Her face cautiously turned to Elsa, her green eyes seeking the reaction to her words in the blue gaze. Surprise flickered as she realized the lack of a left eye in the mare. How did she miss that before? She darted her gaze to the surface of the water, before returning it to Elsa’s face, “I hope your story is not so lamentable as mine?” The bells ended higher than they began, as her question probed gently. Bell didn’t care to relive her own past, so her question was one that could elicit a story or a simple answer. She hoped for a story, and one more cheerful than her own. Hoping now, Bell? How audacious. ooc| I didn’t realize Elsa only had one eye >.< hehe @[Elsa] Nature's first green is gold, her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; but only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf, so Eden sank to grief. So dawn goes down day. Nothing gold can stay. -Frost Please tag Bellisma in every reply.
04-03-2015, 03:38 PM
04-05-2015, 09:03 AM
Bellisma
She started at the explanation of her eye, "Are unicorns to be avoided here, then?” there was an edge of panic to her voice once more. At Elsa’s offhanded musing of seeing only half the world, she shuddered. If you only saw half the world, however would you protect yourself? Well, Elsa’s wings were certainly helpful for that, but Bellisma was earthbound. So she needed all the eyes she could get to see danger and flee from it. Consternation flashed across her face as she heard a story that had quite a few similarities with her own past. Both had been destined for greatness, both families had been killed (though hers by a warring tribe, not bandits), but Elsa spoke of her past with laughter and bitterness. Though dripping with derisiveness, she still could laugh. Bellisma couldn’t even speak the name ‘Rrazmik’ aloud, and the thought of him made her tremble. Disbelief swept her face as Elsa expressed her hope of ‘letting her past go.’ “You certainly seem well on your way to letting it go,” her surprise pulled the observation from her lips without her mind’s permission. She blanched, “What I mean is, letting a past go seems- well, seems impossible,” she paused in contemplation, “But I hope treating it with laughter and bitterness, as you do, is possible. Instead of being— being trapped by it,” another pause, this one sad, “Or, at least, learn to tolerate the memories…” she trailed off, the bells chiming quietly and desolately. Her gaze had drifted away from Elsa, as she gracefully hopped out of the water. Her body felt clean and refreshed, but she teetered on the edge of chilled as a shiver ran through her. Eyeing the area around her speculatively, she glanced at Elsa almost questioningly. Was it safe to lay down? Hopefully. She found some patchy sunshine that filtered through the leaves and carefully sank to the ground. Her tired muscles and injured leg sang in relief as a contented sigh escaped her. Thick grass was certainly more cushy than desert sand and rock. She smiled at the thought of her new home being so different from her old. “How I escaped?” she repeated the question quietly, thinking how to explain her haphazard flight. “He almost always keeps me chained, even when I am the reward for hard battles won by great generals,” she spoke flatly, eyes unseeing as she recounts her tale. She still spoke in the present tense, for her freedom was new, “But for Edalet’s predilections, a chain often got in the way. And he favored Edalet. I know this because Edalet visits me often. I’m not sure why…” she trailed off, for Edalet was certainly not the cruelest stallion she had met. And why Rrazmik (the ‘he’ that kept her trapped and whom she referred to with hushed fear in her voice) liked Edalet she knew not. And being his pet for so long, she had come to know him unfortunately well. “I think Edalet won a great battle, or perhaps finally brought him a prettier pet,” Bellisma had been the first and longest pet Rrazmik had kept, “There were others, yet he kept me with him longest. For years… But finally the slave brought me beyond my outdoor run. He took me to Edalet. I never visit the generals, they always visit me,” her voice was growing hoarse from speaking, she never spoke much at once. But she was caught in her past, unable to stop reliving the story, “Naturally Edalet enjoyed his reward immediately and immensely. Though he did not attach my chain to the rafters as it normally is. I think he may have forgotten when he left for he was very satisfied with himself,” he had been quite exuberant with the little mare, “Or perhaps he meant to leave me unchained…” she thoughtfully chimes. There had been an air of purpose as he left her, and he had taken such fill of her, as if it was a last meal… “Well, he left me unchained, so I ran. Qeddar sent his wolves after me, but freedom made me run faster than I ever had before. I ran even faster than when he let me loose and chased me down for fun. This time it wasn't his game. It was real,” her voice was gone now, a hoarse whisper, “It is real.” The disbelief contradicted the words of the whisper. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to speak so much,” the hoarse apology seemed embarrassed as she returned to the present and looked towards Elsa. “I should give you time to talk! How did you come to Helovia? And how have you enjoyed your time here?” ooc| Hahaha, all I could imagine is Elsa singing “Let It Go” during your post :P hehe @[Elsa] And this got so much longer than expected. You obvs don’t need to match this, it’s a monster. I don’t know why I kept her talking >.< Nature's first green is gold, her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; but only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf, so Eden sank to grief. So dawn goes down day. Nothing gold can stay. -Frost Please tag Bellisma in every reply.
04-20-2015, 01:44 PM
04-25-2015, 08:24 AM
Bellisma
Stark surprise wiped her face blank of any apprehension she had from sharing her story. Elsa thought her strong? She was anything but strong. She was timid, she was fearful, she was obnoxiously persistent at staying alive. But strong? No, the little mare could not see herself as strong. “Me? Strong?” a smile brightened her face, chasing the shadows of her past away, at the unknowingly kind words the white mare spoke. It faltered only slightly with the gentle chiding, “Oh, I’m sorry- oh no! I’m so sorr-“ she broke off her apology for apologizing (for apologizing) with an outright grin, “Right, no more of that,” and gentle twinkling bells of laughter pealed out. The sound was high and rang out clearly over the sound of the falls. The thin skin rippled at the soft, encouraging touch of the other’s nose on her shoulder. Elsa’s touch was cool against her hot skin, but warmth still spread from it and pooled in her barrel. It shocked Bellisma, she was never touched without expectation of the other for selfish things. Her green gaze warmed and brightened again, this time finding the other’s blue eyes- without a trace of anxiety or fear in them. Progress! Gingerly, she rose to her feet as Elsa answered her question. She started at the compliment and the wink, but realized that she, too, felt quite delighted (and relieved) at having met Elsa. This mare was calm, but fiery. Encouraging, but not patronizing. She was exactly the friend the small, broken mare needed. At her words of leaving, a shadow crossed over her face once more. It was mixture of alarm and dread at the thought of being alone in Helovia, without her new friend. But the shadows were once again chased away at her the inquiry and voiced expression of what Bellisma, herself, felt. Cautiously, and quite unsure of herself, the golden pixie leaned warm body against Elsa’s cooler, white one. Her dwarfism let her wedge herself beneath the fluffy wing, whose silken feathers felt soothing against the welts on her coat. A smile tugged at her mouth once more, “I look forward to seeing you again,” the formality of the words was contrasted by the warmth that she spoke them with, “And soon.” Her bell-like voice vibrated against Elsa’s barrel. The contact became too much, or too awkward, for Bellisma- for she was incredibly new at touches of friendship with mares (and not stallions with expectations)- so she slowly and regretfully moved away. But the loss of touch left her needing to voice her own elation at finding a friend, “Elsa-“ she paused, unfamiliar with expressing herself, “I’m very glad you found me at the Threshold,” the words were simple, but the warmth and sentiment beneath them gave them so much more meaning, “Thank you.” “Perhaps I’d better go learn more of my own job, as well,” a rueful smile at the thought of her own injures to heal, and with one last warm- but laced with concern- look, she left her new friend. ooc| Righto, sounds good! And no worries about the delay, you were busy fighting! :) Maybe Elsa can teach her a few moves later (for self defense, of course) :) @[Elsa] Nature's first green is gold, her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; but only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf, so Eden sank to grief. So dawn goes down day. Nothing gold can stay. -Frost Please tag Bellisma in every reply. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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