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Jackal
March 8th, 2012 at 7:24am
The darkness threatens to suffocate him.
He ran from the group of foals, vying for privacy and time to sulk.
Every muscle in his body pulses with hurt from this run, twitching
uncomfortably as he lay on a thick bed of snow. The company of
children, although cozy, threatened to asphyxiate him, their buzzing
energy and aura of otherwise uncaring hurting him further. All he
wants is his parents' warm embrace and the soft, fine sand under his
hooves.
And all he gets is a cold blanket of snow and a general emptiness in his heart.
The moon casts the world in a pale glow, highlighting the colt's dun
hide in shades of deep purples and pale blues. In the distance, a
dragon crows, sitting in a tree, watching guard over his colt.
Ktulu
March 8th, 2012 at 7:46am
Ktulu did not fail to notice that one of the colts that had promised
to accompany them to see the Earth God had slipped away. She did not
blame Jack for being devastated about his father's death. If her
father had died she would have been devastated, herself, but she
didn't even want to entertain that thought. She wanted to continue
believing that her father was indestructible. That nothing would ever
kill him let alone hurt him. In her heart she knew that wasn't true.
She could no longer look at the world from the eyes of a foal. Being
run out of Isilme by the shades had changed her and while the nearly
unbearable feelings of fear my dull for her over time she would never
completely forget the way it felt.
While the other foals were preoccupied, Ktulu slipped away to look for
the dun colt that was Silverline's son. She was slow, her twisted legs
keeping her from going much faster than a hobbled trot. Still, the
filly searched for the colt, more out of concern that he would do
something stupid like throwing himself off of a cliff because his
father had died trying to protect him.
When she did find Jack he was lying in the snow pittying himself. "Get
up." She said as she stepped closer to the colt. "You're going to
freeze." She continued walking toward him then stopped, her crimson
eyes studying the colt as he layed there.
Jackal
March 8th, 2012 at 5:07pm
He hears the chirps of an alarmed dragon and the waysided footsteps of
the crooked girl. She is close; the heat which rolls off her pelt
radiates onto his own in a blossom of warmth. Listlessly, the dun
turns his face toward her, every muscle along his side straining with
the effort of supporting his weight.
The shadowy form of the filly is almost haloed by the moonlight, like
a dark angel coming to deliver him from evil. An ear flicks backwards,
the glassy dome of his blue eyes narrowing in recognition. She is
pretty, he notes, the twisted knees making her all the more endearing.
With a soft, sad snort, the colt acknowledges her, turning back into
the gentle snow.
She tells him to stand and he hears the uncanny firmness in her voice.
Scrambling, the small dun finds his hooves, upright in a cloud of
snow. His back is towards her and he watches the pale river roll in
the distance, oblivious to all the pain and suffering in this damn
moonlit world. The head jerks, unsure, eyes still pinned to the
ethereal coils of water thundering down its road. He makes no sound,
save for the quiet pulse of his breath and the occasional whimper of
misery.
For a while, it's awfully quiet, a heavy denseness to the atmosphere
that wasn't there before. He breathes and he watches the industrious
white water. Suddenly, the colt swings his head backwards, eyes sad
and intense on the dark girl. He likes how the moonlight highlights
her soft contours as if an artist's hand fell upon them.
"Have you ever lost anything?" his voice is low, burdened with
memories of violence and loss. She would understand, he thinks, for
she is from Anarore, the Tides, and has likely witnessed the horror of
the shades. Maybe she also doesn't sleep, eyes open to resist the
nightmares of dark things lurking and snarling in her head.
Ktulu
March 9th, 2012 at 7:44am
Surprisingly the colt did as she said and stood, though he did not
turn to face her. One of her ears tilted back and she stopped walking
and stood staring at the red dun colt. When he swung his head around
to face her she prepared herself for harsh words, but the only thing
that came from the boy's lips was a question.
"Have you ever lost anything?"
"Did you forget that I come from Anarore, too?" She asked him. "I
lost my home just like you. I lost my parents on the way out. Kimber
says my dad is still alive, but no one knows anything about my
mother." She frowned at Jackal. "I lost my sister for some time when
Nyra stole her and invaded the Tides." The possibility that she would
never have seen her sister again scared Ktulu more than the actual
invasion had. At least then she'd had Ophelia with her and they could
hide together and wait out the fighting.
She hobbled closer to the colt, her neck extending so she could
touch her muzzle to his cheek. She wished she could tell him that it
would be okay, but she wasn't so sure herself. Not after seeing the
way the shades attacked everyone so mercilessly during Anarore's
nights. Still, even though they had escaped, there were nights when
she didn't sleep. She'd lay awake while Ophelia slept and keep watch
over her precious sister.
Jackal
March 22nd, 2012 at 6:21am
omg sorry this took so long ;^;
The boy can see she is a weary thing too - those red eyes, not
evil red but life-blood red, tell tales too. His head dips a little,
an ear intent upon her story. She has lost, but it isn't the forever
kinda lost where you feel this hopeless thing like a dead bird in your
chest. She always finds her lost things, he can tell, and although
there might have been a battle inside her heart, it still healed. His
eyes wander off, gazing towards the river, blank of expression.
After an awkward moment of silence, when her voice ceases, he
feels the gentle brush of her soft muzzle on his cheek. He savors the
hotness of her breath, how it leaves blossoms of warmth along the
otherwise cold skin. The dun sighs gently, turning to look at her, his
cheek feeling cold as her lips are taken. "I don't know anything more
than sadness." He murmurs, looking down. Maybe he isn't normal, maybe
he's defective and maybe he'll stay this way his whole life, shivering
in the shadow of the death of his father and the death of his home and
the death of his life.
Ktulu
April 8th, 2012 at 6:33am
"I don't know anything more than sadness."
Ktulu felt for Jackal. She had been in a hopeless state when she had
thought her father was dead, but just hearing that he was alive was
enough to lift her spirits. She still didn't know about her mother and
that hurt, but at least she still had one of her parents. She just
needed to find him. Jackal, too, could possibly still have one of his
parents looking for him. The only one they knew for sure had died was
Silverline.
"Don't give up hope." She said, once again touching her muzzle to his
cold cheek. "The only one we know for sure is gone is Silverline. Your
mother is probably out there looking for you right now just like my
father is looking for me and my sister." She hoped her words helped
instead of hurting the colt further. "You need to stay strong and look
for her." She paused and took a moment to look around the meadow.
"I'll help you find her." Ktulu offered. "Because I believe she's
still out there." Jack just needed to believe, too. He needed
something to look and hope for. Something to keep his head up and keep
him from slipping into a dark depression that would consume him.
March 8th, 2012 at 7:24am
The darkness threatens to suffocate him.
He ran from the group of foals, vying for privacy and time to sulk.
Every muscle in his body pulses with hurt from this run, twitching
uncomfortably as he lay on a thick bed of snow. The company of
children, although cozy, threatened to asphyxiate him, their buzzing
energy and aura of otherwise uncaring hurting him further. All he
wants is his parents' warm embrace and the soft, fine sand under his
hooves.
And all he gets is a cold blanket of snow and a general emptiness in his heart.
The moon casts the world in a pale glow, highlighting the colt's dun
hide in shades of deep purples and pale blues. In the distance, a
dragon crows, sitting in a tree, watching guard over his colt.
Ktulu
March 8th, 2012 at 7:46am
Ktulu did not fail to notice that one of the colts that had promised
to accompany them to see the Earth God had slipped away. She did not
blame Jack for being devastated about his father's death. If her
father had died she would have been devastated, herself, but she
didn't even want to entertain that thought. She wanted to continue
believing that her father was indestructible. That nothing would ever
kill him let alone hurt him. In her heart she knew that wasn't true.
She could no longer look at the world from the eyes of a foal. Being
run out of Isilme by the shades had changed her and while the nearly
unbearable feelings of fear my dull for her over time she would never
completely forget the way it felt.
While the other foals were preoccupied, Ktulu slipped away to look for
the dun colt that was Silverline's son. She was slow, her twisted legs
keeping her from going much faster than a hobbled trot. Still, the
filly searched for the colt, more out of concern that he would do
something stupid like throwing himself off of a cliff because his
father had died trying to protect him.
When she did find Jack he was lying in the snow pittying himself. "Get
up." She said as she stepped closer to the colt. "You're going to
freeze." She continued walking toward him then stopped, her crimson
eyes studying the colt as he layed there.
Jackal
March 8th, 2012 at 5:07pm
He hears the chirps of an alarmed dragon and the waysided footsteps of
the crooked girl. She is close; the heat which rolls off her pelt
radiates onto his own in a blossom of warmth. Listlessly, the dun
turns his face toward her, every muscle along his side straining with
the effort of supporting his weight.
The shadowy form of the filly is almost haloed by the moonlight, like
a dark angel coming to deliver him from evil. An ear flicks backwards,
the glassy dome of his blue eyes narrowing in recognition. She is
pretty, he notes, the twisted knees making her all the more endearing.
With a soft, sad snort, the colt acknowledges her, turning back into
the gentle snow.
She tells him to stand and he hears the uncanny firmness in her voice.
Scrambling, the small dun finds his hooves, upright in a cloud of
snow. His back is towards her and he watches the pale river roll in
the distance, oblivious to all the pain and suffering in this damn
moonlit world. The head jerks, unsure, eyes still pinned to the
ethereal coils of water thundering down its road. He makes no sound,
save for the quiet pulse of his breath and the occasional whimper of
misery.
For a while, it's awfully quiet, a heavy denseness to the atmosphere
that wasn't there before. He breathes and he watches the industrious
white water. Suddenly, the colt swings his head backwards, eyes sad
and intense on the dark girl. He likes how the moonlight highlights
her soft contours as if an artist's hand fell upon them.
"Have you ever lost anything?" his voice is low, burdened with
memories of violence and loss. She would understand, he thinks, for
she is from Anarore, the Tides, and has likely witnessed the horror of
the shades. Maybe she also doesn't sleep, eyes open to resist the
nightmares of dark things lurking and snarling in her head.
Ktulu
March 9th, 2012 at 7:44am
Surprisingly the colt did as she said and stood, though he did not
turn to face her. One of her ears tilted back and she stopped walking
and stood staring at the red dun colt. When he swung his head around
to face her she prepared herself for harsh words, but the only thing
that came from the boy's lips was a question.
"Have you ever lost anything?"
"Did you forget that I come from Anarore, too?" She asked him. "I
lost my home just like you. I lost my parents on the way out. Kimber
says my dad is still alive, but no one knows anything about my
mother." She frowned at Jackal. "I lost my sister for some time when
Nyra stole her and invaded the Tides." The possibility that she would
never have seen her sister again scared Ktulu more than the actual
invasion had. At least then she'd had Ophelia with her and they could
hide together and wait out the fighting.
She hobbled closer to the colt, her neck extending so she could
touch her muzzle to his cheek. She wished she could tell him that it
would be okay, but she wasn't so sure herself. Not after seeing the
way the shades attacked everyone so mercilessly during Anarore's
nights. Still, even though they had escaped, there were nights when
she didn't sleep. She'd lay awake while Ophelia slept and keep watch
over her precious sister.
Jackal
March 22nd, 2012 at 6:21am
omg sorry this took so long ;^;
The boy can see she is a weary thing too - those red eyes, not
evil red but life-blood red, tell tales too. His head dips a little,
an ear intent upon her story. She has lost, but it isn't the forever
kinda lost where you feel this hopeless thing like a dead bird in your
chest. She always finds her lost things, he can tell, and although
there might have been a battle inside her heart, it still healed. His
eyes wander off, gazing towards the river, blank of expression.
After an awkward moment of silence, when her voice ceases, he
feels the gentle brush of her soft muzzle on his cheek. He savors the
hotness of her breath, how it leaves blossoms of warmth along the
otherwise cold skin. The dun sighs gently, turning to look at her, his
cheek feeling cold as her lips are taken. "I don't know anything more
than sadness." He murmurs, looking down. Maybe he isn't normal, maybe
he's defective and maybe he'll stay this way his whole life, shivering
in the shadow of the death of his father and the death of his home and
the death of his life.
Ktulu
April 8th, 2012 at 6:33am
"I don't know anything more than sadness."
Ktulu felt for Jackal. She had been in a hopeless state when she had
thought her father was dead, but just hearing that he was alive was
enough to lift her spirits. She still didn't know about her mother and
that hurt, but at least she still had one of her parents. She just
needed to find him. Jackal, too, could possibly still have one of his
parents looking for him. The only one they knew for sure had died was
Silverline.
"Don't give up hope." She said, once again touching her muzzle to his
cold cheek. "The only one we know for sure is gone is Silverline. Your
mother is probably out there looking for you right now just like my
father is looking for me and my sister." She hoped her words helped
instead of hurting the colt further. "You need to stay strong and look
for her." She paused and took a moment to look around the meadow.
"I'll help you find her." Ktulu offered. "Because I believe she's
still out there." Jack just needed to believe, too. He needed
something to look and hope for. Something to keep his head up and keep
him from slipping into a dark depression that would consume him.
