| Outcast atk: 4 | def: 7.5 | dam: 6.5 |
| Stallion :: Equine :: 17hh :: 7 Years [Tallsun] HP: 67.5 | Buff: NOVICE |
| Jen |
06-22-2012, 06:10 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-22-2012, 07:33 PM by Knox.)
Wearing a white bridle that hangs too big over his shoulders, little defective colt travels farther from his mother than he ever has before. He doesn't know what a god is and he doesn't know what a friend is, but he is in desperate need of both. He knows things happen here- that this is where his brothers were granted their magic. He knows this is where Archibald found his companion, and he knows he wants the same. He knows little else.
But the whispers tell him that he is not great, and they tell them that he is not strong. His mother told him to be both, as he bathed in the blood of his father and drank the elixir of the stallion's life as it flowed from his still corpse. He supposes that perhaps, if not alone, he can become these things. He is not quite sure what these things are, but he has done a poor job of doing them alone.
And he feels alone. Almost every day, even curled beside his brothers, nestled in the crook of his mother's downy fur, he feels apart from them. They are one in that they breathe together, obey together- but perhaps it is simply age that keeps them apart. Unable to speak, he struggles to communicate. Unable to communicate, he struggles to interact. Unable to interact, he retreats into the whispery den of his mind, where three ghoulish voices haunt him with the factuality of his ineptitude.
The faint glow of the bridle becomes a stranger in the night- he fears its presence, wishes to take it off, rid himself of the burden for all of eternity. But whatever has placed it there maintains it there, and it maintains its viselike grip like a python, choking him. The whispers say it is a mark of their success. They say that they have won at last. He doesn't know what that means, but it scares him. And he knows that he does not want to be alone tonight.
Little defective colt looks up to the sky wonderingly, wondering if anyone there can know his thoughts. He wonders what a wish is, and if there is such a thing. He wonders if one can be granted.
[Knox, though newly born and unable to speak, would like a companion. I would like it to be a female flat coated retriever.]
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| Helovian Ancient |
| Stallion :: Equine :: 22.0hh :: Ageless |
| Admin |
06-22-2012, 07:47 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-22-2012, 07:47 PM by God of the Earth.)
The God of the Earth, slumbering through the Sun God's tempestuous rage, felt a mortal tugging at his immortal form. With a slight grumble, the earth beneath Knox's hooves begins to rumble and erupt. Swirling, hot mud and dirt began to take the shape of a massive equus, and when he blinked, emerald eyes cracked through the mud. With a great sigh, he shook off the mud, revealing a bay coat and mane dripped with red. Two, large rams horns curled around his furry ears, and he settled his wings to his sides.
Now, who was summoning him from his sleep? A strangle, small colt with a stranger contraption around his head stood at his massive hooves, and the God of the Earth lowered his head and looked over him kindly. "What strange contraption is here?" he asked, furrowing his brows and nosing the bridle. "Do you want me to remove this? It will hurt as you grow older."
Shaking more dust off of his mane, he hummed thoughtfully. You are much too sad for a colt your age. Are you wanting something? Perhaps... a companion to follow you?" he asked with a gentle smile. "I shall grant you what you want, but talk to me first. It has been too long since any have taken their time to speak."
| Outcast atk: 4 | def: 7.5 | dam: 6.5 |
| Stallion :: Equine :: 17hh :: 7 Years [Tallsun] HP: 67.5 | Buff: NOVICE |
| Jen |
06-22-2012, 09:08 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-22-2012, 09:08 PM by Knox.)
Suddenly little defective colt is not alone. There's a rumble in the earth and he feels it with the same ferocity that he feels his fear, but he understands neither. He has not been raised to know fear, despite the fact that many of the situations he has been placed in in his short life would warrant such an emotion. So when the earth shakes beneath him and he experiences that jolt of pure terror that he has never before known, the colt breaks the silence with a terrified whinny; a desperate cry for the mother that rests miles away, likely contentedly sleeping off the spoils of her children's last kill.
It is instinctive and uncontrollable, similar to the shaking that overtakes his young and knobby knees, and the confusion that envelopes his consciousness. The creature that towers above him is unknown and unnatural, and he does not know enough to connect its existence with that of a god. His body quivers and his form appears small before the god's. In the echo of the massive creature's voice, his silence is overwhelmingly and blatantly abhorrent in comparison. The god asks about his bridle, indicating what he means with a touch that causes him to shiver and fall back, and offers to the young colt yet another of his desires, but he lacks a full understanding of the spoken word. Yet thus he learns his first name for his bridle.
He knows something. The voices say he doesn't know anything, and he knows that he does not know much, but he will cling dear to what he knows. He has learned pain with his first fall, learned brother with his first introduction to his siblings, learned companion, learned come, learned stay. Drink, blood, father, strong, great. The words, beginning to lose definition, seem to meld together as the voices whisper them all at once. He catches snippets of the god's speech: Sad colt... age... wanting... companion! He looks up with fading fear at the smile that greets him- the first smile he has ever seen, as he hears the word he has been waiting for. He tries to focus, tries to understand, but the first few words are a mystery. He is beginning to make sense of wanting- of that desire, of that need to fill the emptiness. He faintly grasps time in its basest of forms. What happened to the rest of the world as he walked from home to this place, and how there would have been more of it had he walked a farther distance. The passage of change in the surrounding, from night to day as the world slips around him.
But he does not know what it is to speak. He has lived in silence, and now, faced with the request to do what no one has ever before asked him to do, no one before has ever attempted to teach him to do, he feels, yet still without knowing it, a sense of defeat. He has not heard the words he knows best, the words he learned first. He finds that "come, stay, drink, bathe, blood, here, lie, and father" are all absent from the god's conversational, not commanding tone.
He tosses his head back, the bridle whipping across his back, glowing a bright green, seemingly in reaction to the presence of the earth god, as if its owner once felt a connection to such a being and its charges. He parts his lips as if to speak, unknowing that this is just what the god required of him, but is unable to form the words. A quiet whinny escapes and he shuffles backwards, shaking his head in confusion. There is a look of sheer lack of connection. A look of wanting to please, of being raised to want nothing more than this, but being unable to. The voices whisper once more their mantra that he is worthless in terms that he may understand. He begins to believe them.
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| Helovian Ancient |
| Stallion :: Equine :: 22.0hh :: Ageless |
| Admin |
The God of the Earth frowned as the young colt seemed so scared and so skittish. What mother could do this to her child? A terrible witch no doubt, a creature who lost all that made her alive. Still, he knew that intervening in the affairs with mortals was not his responsibility. Instead, he decided to take care of this small, precious child.
With a great sigh, the large stallion lowered his body to the ground. Even laying down, his massive face and horns were nearly as long as the colt's form. He was unable to speak, but that was fine. Soon, he would learn language. He would learn to communicate with others.
"Hhmm..." he hummed. The God of the Earth exhaled a cloud of frost and the figure of a spectral cat appeared. The ghost mewled and the god glanced up at the colt. He hummed again. "No, that's not right..." he commented. Then, the god breathed once more and a dog-like figure appeared. The spectral figure barked happily and wagged its tail. "Much better! Now, son," he said, "One of these is trapped in the Deep Forest. Go and save him, and he will be yours."
The God of the Earth breathed out a picture of a young pup whimpering, its leg stuck beneath the root of a great tree.
| Outcast atk: 4 | def: 7.5 | dam: 6.5 |
| Stallion :: Equine :: 17hh :: 7 Years [Tallsun] HP: 67.5 | Buff: NOVICE |
| Jen |
06-28-2012, 11:42 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-29-2012, 12:12 AM by Knox.)
A glimmer of hope appears in the silver blue eyes of little defective colt. There are many places in the land that he does not know, but this is not one of them. The god speaks to him in words that pass him by, but with the aid of the visuals, he slowly becomes aware of what he must do. He sees the companion, like Archibald's, and recognizes the forest where he was born. He sees the pain and the struggle in its eyes as it squirms, caught beneath the roots, and empathy floods through him for the first time. The voices grow softer as he hears a heartbeat, and its steady thumping soon overwhelms his senses. He does not hear the god, he does not see the world around him, he simply feels the beating of the lone companion's heart.
And in a rush he is leaving the god's side after a mere parting glance of understanding and recognition. But he knows better than to linger in the presence of such a powerful being- he knows little, but he knows this. He feels as if the voices have taught him this, and yet at the same moment, he feels as if whenever they speak, he is in the presence of such beings.
While he cannot yet fathom the idea of mortality, he embraces the thought that he is in some way inferior to the god that lifted itself from the earth. He looks behind as he stumbles away, letting out a quiet whinny of gratitude before he even knows what gratitude is. He knows that being in the presence of such a being was an honor, and that the massive beast had simply graced him by making an appearance. And now, to grant him what he desired... he would be a fool to linger. With speed inherited from his father and a strength borne from his thicker form, he makes his way to the deep forest, ears perked and alert as he follows the sound of what is seemingly a heartbeat in the distance.
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