Fireflies

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Thranduil the Laurelin Posts: 598

Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 11 | dam: 6.5

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.2 hh :: Eight HP: 77 | Buff: ENDURE

Haldir :: Common Cerndyr :: Dark Mist Hawk

05-21-2015, 09:34 AM (This post was last modified: 05-21-2015, 09:51 AM by Thranduil.)

The journey to the hot springs had brought more peaceful of a slumber to his bonded, but the golden’s small deer still dragged his hooves. As annoyed as the golden was he could not lie the feeling still lingered in his breast as well. Though his world was ever so quick paint over painful pictures, even these were taking longer. The lies of his life had been so rupture it took a while to piece them together again. Had he thought much of the small girl? He stood by what he had said earlier, she was strong. His heart still shuttered in its broken form to think of a babe, but it was washing it, like a sickness out, as distance grew between him and the moment. What of the damsel?

The small hawk charm still dangled at the center of his chest. He had never taken it off. The damsel had been the focus of his attempts to forget. He was realizing it was harder to do than say. While he desired forget completely the world her touch brought him back into, he could not. It wrestled with him. Especially the hawk charm about his neck reminded him of those moments, and made it worse, but he had not taken if off. For now, it had been his policy, in the quiet moments of thought when these images arose to growl upon them and turn to what he knew better.

Stealth. Stealing. Lies. Manipulations. Calculations. It had been long, since the gold had remembered his plans worm under the Basin’s skin only to burst out. He had grown into an unusual feeling. He was comfortable. So far there had been no need, nor opportunity to truly expose the place to the dangers of having him on board. Even now his plans were lukewarm, and weak. It frustrated him a great deal to feel himself becoming ‘loyal’-ick the thought of the word. So must conversations within him on this topic resolved in affirmations that he was doing all he was because he wanted to, and not by some higher up’s command. It was pathetic, but it worked.

Such tricks did not work for Haldir, his little frame still hung heavy. He had not the years to rationalize things, nor the skill to lie to himself. And it pestered the gold to keep the deer with him in such state. So they were out again. The golden pulling the deer from his slumber at dusk. The had travelled through the pines as the sun set, and now came to the edge of the Basin’s walls again, past the sentinels then to the right of the Arch. Here the trees fell away, and a dark cloudless moonless night showed overhead. It was elenath [stars] and Garoelenath [Holder of the Stars/Mountains]. The gold was taking the small deer along a hidden path, as the dusk began to finally settle into night and the stars grow more numerous. Up the little trail leads them, till the golden stops. He has found what he seeks so he looks back, waiting for the little deer to look up.

Haldir bumps into the leg of his bonded, his eyes never having looked up. He did not even see the starts above them. Now he stops, jerking awake to look at why they stopped. There two feet beyond was a small floating pink light. The dark deer’s ears lift at the light, pale eyes widen at the sight. His curiosity was just as strong as ever. It only needed a reason to overcome his weariness of the world. Slowly he steps in front of the gold watching the light. The small pink light flutters, moving back, but then holding. The small deer sees the maker of the light to be a little flying firefly. For the first time in a week his little lips curl up into a grin.

The gold moves up to join the deer, his heart feeling once more the lighter, warmer soul he knew to be his bonded. He of course is without recognition outwardly. His earth eyes only watch. He himself though, brought up in the culture he was, could not help but feel his own cracked being, softling under their glow, and to see fireflies on the path. Now with the gold coming up the small pink light goes out. The deer looks most dismayed, and looking back to the gold he panics. But the gold only pushes him forward, and when the deer looks back, his grin and light heart are soundly renewed to see not one but two fireflies, a small blue light, and small green. Kicking up his heels for the first time in ages the small deer charges forth towards them, the golden follows, unable to hide the curl of his lip.

Up the path Haldir runs after the multicolor fireflies as they grow more numerous. At last the path twists, turning back out onto a grassy plateau, seared off into a cliff of the mountain. Here he stops, dumbfounded. Hundreds of fireflies danced low about the grasses, and out beyond the cliff, was the lake and mountains. Most importantly of all, Haldir finally looked up at the stars. His elenath. The golden comes from the path to see his small deer sitting amid the fireflies staring up at the sky. He too finds himself caught in the brilliance of it tonight.

Then it explodes. The dark sky like tears ripping open, strikes with yellows, oranges, and reds. The Aurora Borealis erupting across the valley. Haldir’s little body can not contain the light and energy the sight pumped through him. The small dark deer leapt up from his spot and in twists and turns began to frolic about the fireflies, who looked like small mirrors to the sky. Such moods of his companion were not the golden’s favorite. He preferred calmer creature, who did not frolic. But, he could not bring himself to stop it for it was at least better than having the thing drag him down. So he stands, looking out over the scene at ease with Haldir a light of life again.

OOC :: @[Knox], this is like a little trail just after the Arch but before the sentinels. And once again I cry for the shame of writing a novel. ;-;
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Knox Posts: 262

Outcast atk: 4 | def: 7.5 | dam: 6.5

Stallion :: Equine :: 17hh :: 7 Years [Tallsun] HP: 67.5 | Buff: NOVICE

Jen

06-05-2015, 07:58 PM (This post was last modified: 06-05-2015, 08:38 PM by Knox.)

The journey is ceaseless. Knox has traveled far from the point of his rejection, and now leaves the site of his madness, covered in a blood it is good no one else can see. The tips of the innocent victim's wings drag on the ground and make faint traces in the snow, but his cloak covers him in the night and leaves few other traces of his being. Hoofprints, blood drips, and the faint lines of feathers of the dead.

The hunter's mind is numbed to the point where he is unable to be thankful, but he knows that he would be if he were just able to shake himself awake. Still he follows Dovev's lead as if a child, galloping beneath the same sky that betrayed him as it changes its form.

Stars burst through the blanket of black. Here, faint traces of grass poke through the now. The hunter's breath is labored as he tears across the expanse towards the Basin. Why is he headed here? He does not have time to think, cannot find his own mind well enough to answer the question. Dovev is hungry. This is where the hunt leads the monster, and this is where he must go next: wherever the dead take him.

The sky seems to explode with color that Knox cannot remember seeing. Dovev, he knows, has never encountered such painted beauty. The Aurora darts overhead, making patterns of light that defy the horrors that have just occurred.

But even that beauty cannot make the hunter forget the taste still on his lips. And the heavy weight of wings upon his back is oppressive. Dovev wears them as a trophy, Knox as a reminder of what he has already begun to forget: he is a murderer once more.

Is he? Is he the murderer? Can he not blame his ancestor for this foul crime, for the feathers pressed to his sides?

This was you. This was right.

The words come again to his mind in deep tones. They are a dark mantra, an insistence of his guilt: How dare you forget, how dare you forget, you cannot forget, this was you, this was right, you have killed, you have drunk, you have stolen, beaten, battered, and so you shall again.

Thou
Shalt
Kill.

The figures over the next rise, shallow as it is, are creatures in golden tones. Even the deer, clearly a companion by the way he trails beside the other, has something delicate in his deep brown hue. For a second, Knox feels his heart lurch at what he has lost. Not his sanity, not his goodness, but his bonded. Where is Manhattan? Had he driven her away?

When had he lost her, and how had he not noticed?

There is a hunger in him that stems from Dovev, but this is not the place to satisfy his urges. Dovev wants something else, now, and it is something he does not expect to find here. What he wants is the heat of a stranger beneath him--something to defile.

And this stallion, well... he isn't exactly the murderer's type.

Let us move on, the murderer issues, jolting back his own steeled features and turning away from the pair. His steps are high and heavy, crushing fireflies beneath them. This scene is a peaceful one, where two murders, perhaps so many more, do not belong.

The gold and his elven friend are lucky this night: just this once.

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[[for Thranduil--sorry he ended up just passing through. Knox was in the form of Dovev and cloaked, so no one will/would see him. Good thing Dovev's not gay though? :x Others, join this lovely thread that Hawk started!]]

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Ki'irha Posts: 176

Outcast atk: 4.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 6

Mare :: Unicorn :: 15hh :: 5 years old HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE

Noella

06-05-2015, 11:07 PM

Ki'irha

I am too fond of the stars || To be fearful of the night

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This night was a silent, unbroken night. The skies had finally cleared, the midnight sky dotted with stars. Like the heavens' twin, the blue mare may very well have been a piece of fallen sky. The night was Ki'irha's favorite time. A time for silence, reflection, and dreams. She walked along a trail tread down by thousands of hooves. The snow was not fresh here, and showed the trails of others who had recently taken this path. She took delicate steps, her small cloven hoof prints distinguishable compared to the other sets.

The mare's mind wandered. She was homesick more than ever. She missed her brothers. Despite his descent into madness, she even found herself missing her father, before everything went bad. But more than anything, she missed her gentle mother. The softness in her voice during a lullaby, her genuine interest in her only daughter, her reassurance. But Ki'irha found herself forgetting the little things. She could barely remember the familiar scent of her mother. She was forgetting the sound of her voice. Everything important was disappearing.

Though lost in her thoughts, she was ever vigilant. The trees cast their long shadows, neat lines like soldiers marching to war. A distant owl asked his constant question. Branches rattled with the soft breeze high in the tree tops. The smell of pine rested thick like their sap in her nose. Though naked and dormant, this forest could swallow her up, leaving nothing but a memory that would fade in time. That was the incredible thing about life. Despite war and peace, death and life, every moment was fleeting and would be gone like the softest of breezes.

An explosion of color ripped her from her thoughts. Through the trees it danced, changing the white snow to a flurry of vivid shades. For a moment it disoriented the young mare. She cast her stormy eyes to the heavens, and realized what she was seeing. She took off, racing to a clearing to get a better view.

She emerged from the tree line, and for a moment believed she was in a dream. Fireflies, thousands of them, danced beneath the northern lights. Though erratic, the dance was perfect, synchronized even. The hill seemed to plateau, and several strides before her stood a figure silhouetted in the magical lights. The form was large, two horns crowning his head. She approached slowly. Despite the colored hues, she noticed a distinguishable honey gold coat. She recognized the proud stallion as one of the Lords of the herd. Below, like a young fawn, an antlered deer frolicked and played, clouds of fireflies rising in wake of his bounding strides.

She took a place beside the stallion, clearing her throat softly as to not startle him. She felt as though she may be interrupting a moment, but perhaps some moments like this were meant to be shared. "It's incredible, isn't it," she began, her voice soft and delicate, barely above a whisper. "We are so insignificant, you and I. But still, we can be a part of such an beautiful moment."

She thought of those she had lost, and her heart felt heavy with hurt. Her mother would have loved this. "No matter what, life goes on."

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OOC// Sorry, I just had to jump in here, the setting was so perfect!
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Enna Posts: 172

Aurora Basin Time Mender atk: 6 | def: 9.5 | dam: 4

Mare :: Unicorn :: 14.1 :: 5 ( TALLSUN ) HP: 61 | Buff: NOVICE

Mehr :: Arctic Wolf :: None kels

06-06-2015, 03:00 PM

Home.

Even now, only part of you realizes the weight of that word, home. You now belonged to these mountains, to the winter and to the creatures that made up your new family. And even now, only part of you understands what that means. From the moment you had set foot here, decided that it was what you wanted, you had known; accepting it meant letting go. It is ――was―― a terrifying notion, one that you still, even as you wander, restlessness moving in you as ever, do not exactly know how to handle. You didn’t know how to let go: how does someone pick up and recover from their world utterly shattering? From everything they knew, were, and had been, being ripped away from them?

Some times, more than others, it was hard not to blame yourself.

Hard not to think that for wanting to see things and do and be and know that you had brought your own destruction. But you had wanted to see, to experience those things with them.

A sigh leaves you, as if the breath was too heavy to hold in any longer. You watch idly as it crystallizes, falling towards the earth before disappearing entirely.

It is then, staring at the whiteness of the earth that something changes. At first you hardly notice the color and the spin glinting off the snow, but as they deepen ( the greens, the blues, the pinks and yellows ) your eyes widen, heart’s pace quickening with a hushing disbelief, turning in to sheer joy. Your head jerks to the sky and you laugh, a soft but sudden sound, at nothing and everything all at once.

On tiny heels you pirouette, lunging forwards with an unmistakable grace, the ache that had resided deep within your bones suddenly vanishing. It is all you can do, to dance with the lights as they shimmer above you, unaware and uncaring of anything that might be watching you.

They are beautiful, and in this moment it is all you know.

After moments a voice breaks the silence, and you stop, your sides heaving with an exhilarated breathlessness, heart thrumming. In the nearness you can make out two shapes standing side by side, a third frolicking closer to your approach. Your ears tilt back but you ease towards the trio anyways, a timid smile creasing along your lips. ‘No matter what, life goes on.’

The words force you to pause for half of a heartbeat though you cannot say why. It seemed obvious that that was expected, as how could one thing stop it? You shrug the thought away, their features becoming ever-clearer under the dancing sky. The deer leaps and bounds, the golden boy and the patchwork girl still beside eachother. You do not recognize either of them, but then again, how could you? Movement ceases several steps away from the bulk of the deer, rivulets of hair reverberating in to place.

Maybe, with time, you would learn how to move on.

* so uh, she's just standing on the opposite side of haldir, facing the two of them awkwardly.
like the awkward little duckling that she is.
in case it needed clarification. :3

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Thranduil the Laurelin Posts: 598

Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 11 | dam: 6.5

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.2 hh :: Eight HP: 77 | Buff: ENDURE

Haldir :: Common Cerndyr :: Dark Mist Hawk

06-14-2015, 11:56 PM

It was not often the golden was caught in such a moment, a rare moment of peace and ease. They were usually brought to quick and swift ends by those such as Knox. Perhaps fate smiled upon the happy scene then to leave it as is, to have the violent creature slip off unnoticed. Though it wasn’t allowed to continue in full peace. A clattering sound of hooves echo upon rocks and hard ground. Haldir was too swept up still to noticed, but the golden’s crowned head snaps to the noise. Had it not been for the simultaneous movement of white markings, or the light above he might not have seen her well. Harks lift, and he picks a cocked hind hoof up and straightens out his easy sway. He didn’t want to look like he enjoyed watching this childish scene too much. After all he had a reputation to maintain.

The mare who stepped forward though was new to him. That seemed to be happening more and more these days. For a man who prided himself on knowing everything that was whispered about this land, that was a small blow. Still, no time like the present to make up lost ground. He wasn’t a social butterfly mind you, but correcting this error of not recognizing her was a welcomed opportunity. Earth eyes follow her as she comes to him, saying nothing, and moving not. Her soft voice breaks the silent explosive colors above, but it is soft and hushed. Most curious this creature. Her deep philosophical words raises questions, but he says nothing.

It wasn’t that there was not connection with him to the beauty above. Though may things about his past he forgot or hide behind closed doors, it was the love of stars that he let flourish. The culture of it, letting it wrap him still in a comfort stronger than any other natural sight. The stars were the guidance, the watchers, and keepers. They did not show insignificance, but a significance. Above were those who can before, who cherished those below and kept them safe from the dark of night. They shone with such a light of beauty that the sun could never match. That was why, they always said, they disappeared when he was out. So bright did the sun try to out do the stars he made sure they were never seen in the same sky. But no matter how it tried, he light could not match theirs. But these thoughts were kept inside, and close. Only with Haldir had he fostered the traditions, and mostly only because he was fairly certain Haldir would never tell.

He might have gone on this path, a philosophical drawl that, like a part time hobby, pleased him. He even started out. “Indeed.” But as he turned back to gaze at that of which they spoke he noticed Haldir had frozen. He never continued the thoughts, and so it rested instead like an agreement as he watched the other mare. The gold had been so wrapped up in the coming of the other he had not even noticed the other, and his bonded’s notice of it. Haldir at catching the mare leap such as he had stopped himself. His dark sides heaving but his face light still. He had never known another to act like him. Those the golden usually called upon were very different. But to see her, or rather catch the tail end, of her leap, fills him with a tinge of excitement that such a creature can exist. His dark tail wags, and in the boldness of happiness he bleats to her. Bounding up his front as he does so. Coming down he bends, waiting for her to answer in her own movements, not noticing how her realization of others might have ended the moment.

The gold watches, noting again, that here was another mare he did not know. His quiet moment was certainly wrapping up, but then, he also noted, they were both at least, easy on the eyes. He wasn’t looking in particular, but they were certainly better company that some other he could think of. His crowned head dips to her. Turning back to the mare who stood beside him finally speaks up again. The moment for a philosophical banter had turned though. Much to his regret, it would have been a fun distraction. “Are you new to these sights?” The ever prodding questions of their names, histories and personalities would as always have to be dished out in the politeness of conversation. He was careful not to speak too curiously, not wanting to seem too interested. Instead he lets his hind re-cock and tasseled tail sway at the hard earth. Even if he had shaken the ease off himself for a moment, he resettles it in the normal task of figuring out others. Always an enjoyable distraction.

OOC :: @[Ki'irha] @[Enna] Thran doesn't help awkward moment get unawkward. XD
Wardrobe:: golden cloak, circlet, hawk necklace, satchel (invisibility cloak, dagger, polearm)
Identities:: Ampere, Cashmere
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