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@Tuppence
@Xolani
and whoever else that wants to become/is apostle!
[OPEN] As Far as We Can Go [Apostles/Seer-meeting]
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@Tuppence @Xolani and whoever else that wants to become/is apostle!
Xolani It had been some time since Xolani had met with Maren by the Fire, displaying her wish to become an apostle to the winged mare. Since then, she had waited (impatiently) for the summons that the Diviner had promised. Her days had been spent pacing the edges of the oasis, staring into brilliant blue waters, her coat dappled with orange excitement (to begin her training) and teal insecurity (for what if Maren forgot her, or worse, chose to ignore her?) in turn. How long, she wondered, would she have to wait? What could the Diviner possibly have to do that was more important than inducting new pupils into her ways? Logic won in the end, as it always did; the winged mare surely had many duties to which mere herd members were not privy. When Maren was ready, she would call, and that was that. To calm her worry, Xolani allowed Ilios to escort her to the Heart Caves (the memory burned in the back of her mind, a mixture of happiness and confusion and hesitation). They had been beautiful, and their trip had ignited a passion in the silent mare to learn more of Helovian history. It began with the gods, who were depicted in all their glory upon the walls of the Caves. At the very least, she reasoned, she would know who she was to worship whenever Maren (finally) summoned her. Of course, it didn't take much effort to decipher their herd's patron deity. The God of the Sun would control the desert. When the time came, it came in a way that Xolani most certainly did not expect. She was, as usual, lounging beside the oasis, grazing peacefully upon the emerald grasses fed by its waters, when a tiger appeared (seemingly out of nowhere) to stare at her. Caught by surprise, the mare pinned her ears and backed away fearfully, fully prepared to turn and run; the tiger watched motionlessly, and in the brief pause between seeing him and preparing to flee, the girl noticed that he wore a Sun amulet. He also carried a teacup. She knew nothing of the latter, but the former drew her panicked mind to a halt. When she had calmed, the tiger led her to none other than Maren. A tiger for a companion? Ilios had told her of companions after she had met Ampere and Kygo - but she had never imagined that predators would share a link with what would naturally be considered their prey. What an odd land I've found myself in. She halted before the Diviner, nodding respectfully to the winged mare, wondering if this was it - her induction into the ranks of the Apostles. If that were so, then shouldn't there be... well... more Apostles? Wondering just what manner of meeting she had been led to (and hoping it wasn't the sacrificial sort, what with the tiger and all that), the silent mare waited patiently for it to begin. Thinking. - table by Niki - @ Maren - I hope this is okay! If you don't want the bit about Mr. Teatime to be in there, let me know and I will edit! Please tag Xolani in all replies.
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07-02-2016, 05:22 PM
shah is here seeking to be an apostle --
Mama left, abandoned me with a kiss to my temple and a searing pain in my breast. I don't think she turned back (she did), I don't doubt for a second that she turned her back and walked away from me (from us) and let all of her memories of Helovia melt from her shoulders, easing her weary steps. Perhaps it's for the best, where her broken heart can take time to heal with patience and new love (not mine, not ours). Maybe she will find someone new, someone who will truly be there for her, who won't remind her of the fractured trust she gave to unready hands. And in that someone she'll see a future of possibility, a true family that doesn't shatter upon impact or remind her of grim days along, a family that can truly make her happy (not us). I want to be happy for her, want to be proud that she took the matters of life into her own hands and did what she thought was for the best (for her, not us). But every time I woke to emptiness at my side, yearned for the familiar and comforting feeling of sizzling talons against my withers, I wept. My weak heart began to shrivel up, paper thin and fragile as I remember that it's just me, not my family and I, or Mama and I— just... me. "Aurelia," Mama had said to me before she left, voice so quiet and unsteady that I strained to hear it. The name was a common one, spoken when she was delusional and jagged around the edges, wandering the dunes of the Throat in a desperate attempt to ward away the bad thoughts. And me, who she kicked and cursed and hated, chanting the name Aurelia religiously as she sobbed in silence into my bruising ribs. "Aurelia is your other mom, the woman I so foolishly devoted myself to, an angel I believed could pull me from the blue. I trusted her, I loved her easily, too easily. We spent time devoting ourselves to a quest, believing that by the creation of a small family, we could finally be happier than we were. Alala and you were born, and I loved you so. I felt the beginning of bliss, the sweetest moment of happiness that I've ever tasted." I remember this clearly, the quiver to her words, the way her throat seemed to close like mine did when I felt too overwhelmed. She took minutes to breathe, inhaling and exhaling in the same fashion she guided me through every time things became too much and I became too small. She was suffering, chained down by the pain of her past (our past), crushed beneath waves of self doubt and blue. "The bliss lasted only so long, for Aurelia and Alala disappeared the night you were born. You probably don't even remember it at all, but I do. Gods, I remember so clearly the sudden hollowness in my chest, the pain of abandonment, forgotten once, now returned. Of course I did not remember the night of my birth, it was just a crippling darkness stained with sacred tears and comforting coos, nothing important to remember other than the gentle presence of Alala. I remember her at the back of my mind, a burning brightness that cast away all those budding doubts, replacing with companionship. Thinking back on it, I remember the snap of it, the chord bound between us stretched too thin, trembling beneath the tension of distance until— she was gone. Her and Aurelia, swept away in the dead of night, washed away by the world's cruel hand. And Mama, left to suffer with a son who only brought her more pain. For months now (was it months? Time is a difficult think to keep track of when you can only tell day from night by the hotness against your back) I kept quiet, a silent bearer of terrible things, grim reminders and unfortunate secrets. It's better this way, I'll tell myself every time I begin to doubt the solidarity, begin to yearn for the interactions I lacked, desperate for socialization. But the time comes when I find company unintentionally, hooves seeking solid earth with hesitance as I navigate my way through the Throat without the guidance of Yseult. I stumble through the plain in silence, trying not to let the overwhelming fear of stumbling to my impending doom deter me from making progress. The idea of the sea waiting for me to take a wrong step and swallow me whole was nothing short of terrifying, dreading the idea of feeling my hooves settle on nothingness and body teeter into the expansive abyss of the ocean. It comes first when the stench of others, nose twitching as I catch the smell of more than just the warm sands and salted sea. My ears perk up, the kiss of heat from a crackling flame pressing against my shoulder. I swing my head towards the direction of the fire, taking hesitant and cautious steps towards its source. "Hello?" It's a whisper, caught up in the silence as I take another brave step forward into the nothing. “talk talk talk.” -- table by velvette --
and this is the world as i see it now,
turns out nothing is fair
07-24-2016, 07:13 AM
@Xolani @Shahrokh
08-10-2016, 07:05 PM
Xolani Xolani was met by a polite nod and a smile, which she returned before waiting patiently for her now mentor to divulge the purpose for their meeting. The mare assumed that she wanted to instruct the new Apostle(s) in the ways of the Sun, but she supposed that she may have been summoned for more mundane tasks. Perhaps the Diviner simply needed a messenger, a delivery girl to take some trinket or other to someone else in the herd. Perhaps she needed someone to accompany her for some quest given by the Sun. Regardless of the reasoning, the mare was more than happen to answer the summons. It was something to do, some way to contribute to the herd that had taken her in despite her shortcomings. Another approached, younger and timid, and Xolani offered a kind smile in his general direction. Like all the others she had seen in this land, the colt was strangely colored, though he had a unique shock of feathers upon his brow. Two horns protruded from his forehead and two wings sprouted from his shoulders. Though young, he was already an impressive figure to Xolani, who barely resisted shuffling slightly away from him shyly. When Maren began to speak, Xolani returned her attention to the Diviner. As Maren talked of their duties, the equine began again to doubt. How was she to do some of the things that her mentor required? How was she to offer comfort when she couldn't even speak? How was she to share their history when she knew next to nothing about it? Still, intermingled with her fear (which, unfortunately, was flickering in dull, blue-green waves across her bodice) was the bright red-orange of anticipation. In her heart, she knew that this was what she was meant to do, and she embraced it and the challenges it brought with an open heart. The Diviner finished speaking, looking at them expectantly before asking for questions. The silent equine started to shake her head, but paused; turning slightly, so that her side was more clearly visible, she closed her eyes and began to think quite pointedly about the Sun God and their herd. Upon her pelt, a great flaming figure appeared before a smaller, plain equine silhouette; the god disappeared, and the silhouette, in turn, wandered into the herd, her pelt showing the god's light to those who stopped to watch. Xolani looked hopefully to Maren, hoping that her question was plain - would her coat be enough to carry out their god's will? Thinking. - table by Niki - @Shahrokh Please tag Xolani in all replies.
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