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Ares looked up through the dead trees and into the deep blue sky, a hesitant respite from the freezing cold snow even though the ground underneath was sticky and wet. His coat had grown thicker and with each passing day he turned whiter and whiter, the golden palomino slowly losing it's vigor and turning into handsome dapples. A long, agile tail hung limp between his legs as bright orange mane lay damp against the side of his pale, muscling neck. Crowning him was a curved tusk like horn and electric blue eyes, a sight not easily missed, but he walked like a yearling who was fed up of the lonesome life and the dark forest scenery. Ares had spent most of his childhood alongside Eris, his winged twin, but now he was old enough to live away from his mother and so he spent less and less time with his twin brother. Always hoping his golden sibling was healthy and okay, but nether the less pressing on with own life. Right now the young boy wished for a direction to follow and other horses to talk to.
Descending further into the woodland, cloven hooves sinking into the ground below, he thought on what he wanted. He knew his father lived here somewhere and that it was possible his mother was still around too or even his half brother. His bones ached for more action, the path of the warrior maybe or perhaps something else. Right now he just wanted some friends and a purpose, they sounded like two simple things yet, they were becoming so important. His days as a young foal had been filled with nothing but fun and games, growing up with not a care in the world until suddenly he was all alone and foal hood had come to an end. It was not easy and often Ares found himself quite scared at the prospect of facing the world alone, meeting others with nothing but his own beating heart for confidence.
Plodding on at a thankless pace, Ares continued to press onwards at a walk until he finally found somebody who could shed some light on his dull life and he could find the path he was meant to follow. The time of roaming around on the border was gone, it was time to start again.
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Illynx the GildedBlade Posts: 413
| Hidden Account atk: 7.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 3 |
| Mare :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 13 HP: 67.5 | Buff: ENDURE |
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06-06-2013, 08:08 AM
(This post was last modified: 06-06-2013, 08:31 AM by Illynx.)
tell me that you want to dance, want to feel your pulse on mine
just treat me like a stolen glance of yourself.|
Snow; cold, blessedly beautiful snow. It drifted through the air like ash, settling on branches overhead as well as the leaf strewn ground until there was nothing but a field of white sentinels in place of trees. She herself was covered in a thin layer of the stuff, her golden patterns obscured by the powder as she made her way once more through the Threshold, having found that there were few to be trained within the Basin that actually desired her assistance. Thus, she had wended her way down the mountain side to become useful elsewhere, ever watchful for the creatures that Psyche had warned her about upon their reunion; while she hadn't seen another Illynx, she was not too keen on seeing her, either.
She walked with her dark pointed crown held low, the golden horn protruding from her brow glistening with the subtle moisture that permeated the air. Her ears twitched atop her pristine features, charcoal and creamy tan muzzle breathing in the scents to be found on the crisp winter air. She enjoyed the subtle crunching under-hoof as she moved through the time traveled paths within the entry way, naked branches running their stiff fingers along her sides when she moved too close past dark, snow dampened trunks. The tips of her exceptionally long tail was completely covered in the white stuff, having turned the normally silky strands into a club like object at the ends; thankfully for Illynx, there were no insects to swat away in this season, the last few lingering flies having dropped dead at the first site of snowflakes, but she still found the weight mildly unnatural.
A bustle of noise up ahead let her know that at long last she had come upon a traveler, her head raising from the unbroken white trail ahead of her to the treeline itself, her body coming to a stand still as she huffed in the frigid air to catch a scent of what approached her. Unicorn, she assumed, as it didn't smell of feathers or an overpowering trace of earth; male and young. She decided to remain where she was, as the noises hinted that the bloke would be appearing out of the two tall silver oak trees in front of her. Within a moments time, just this happened; she drank in his appearance with vaguely intrigued eyes, a smile slipping over her face as she spoke. "Why, hello traveler," she crooned, her voice pretty and frail in the frozen air, a collection of breath trailing from her nostrils and parted lips, "do you seek refuge or refugees?" Was that rude? She wondered, but briefly, before delving into an examination of the prospective Basin member.
The boy was barely past his first year, a faintly golden shade that seemed to be succumbing to a pale, dappled gray, framed by violently orange hair in the form of a short, yearling's mane and a tufted lion's tail. He was surely handsome, a short and partially formed curved appendage rising from his brow, and as she attempted to meet his eyes, Illynx found them to be blue, blue as the core of ancient and thick ice. She assumed that he had been born here, as it was an uncommon occurrence for one so young to be arriving from the outside realms without an adult escort, but could not place his origin any better than she could most; there were few she even bothered to remember by name.
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It appeared he was alone to no longer and eyes of electric searched to place the female voice he had just heard. She stood before him, an intriguing mask of mahogany and aureate with folds of ebonite mane crowning her exquisite features. The mare was older than he remembered his mother and father being as he met her gaze, smiling kindly to the mare before him. For a moment, he was silent. This mare was just a stranger, but there was so many things he wanted to say, so much about his homeland he didn't know. He was almost a stranger in a new land. It frightened him to be on his own and when he began to walk over to his unicorn brethren, his steps bounced with an eagerness to have others around him once again. The feeling was like taking a deep breath and being born again, he worried about Eris and missed his mother, but he was growing up fast and the world was not going to wait for him to figure out what he wanted to do. He must, per se, take the bull by the horns.
"Refuge miss. I was born not too far from here, in the deep forest, though I still feel like a stranger. This is supposed to be my home, but I have not found such a place yet" he said, his voice growing wistful towards the end. Home. What a beautiful word that encased all the things his heart desired. Friends, purpose and a place to return to. Ares had no place to return to and no place to cherish above all. The path he followed felt so desolate and directionless, maybe this mare could offer him a small light of hope. A trigger to set his life back in motion once again. If she did, then Ares would be grateful to her forever.
Proffering his head slightly, orange tresses falling over his face, he wondered where she came from. The trees? The ocean? The mountains? "My name is Ares" he offered finally, his polite tones still held hints of boyhood as he strained his hearing to catch any words of reply from the mare. He had been born to no hearing in his left lobe which forced him to concentrate hard on the sounds that flitted through the air. It also made navigating hard work. For now, leonine tail thrashed against his sides as he enjoyed the first contact he'd had with another for a while.
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Illynx the GildedBlade Posts: 413
| Hidden Account atk: 7.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 3 |
| Mare :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 13 HP: 67.5 | Buff: ENDURE |
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Kyst :: Common Griffon :: Zapping Jab
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tell me that you want to dance, want to feel your pulse on mine
just treat me like a stolen glance of yourself.|
The boys stunningly blue eyes met with her golden, the pair examining each other in silence, something Illynx had grown accustomed to when meeting others for the first time. She watched emotions ripple across his face as if propelled by an inner current, wishing, not for the first or last time in her life, she wished she possessed telepathy. When he finally decided to approach her, his steps were cheerful and bouncy, drawing a soft and shimmering smile to the charcoal maw of the corporal, drawing to mind a query as to how long the lad had been wandering alone, after all. She didn't imagine it could have been too extensive of a stretch, considering his age, but that also meant that even a week in solitude would be enough to make such a young and tender soul yearn for companionship. She herself had been gone from Helovia for months, only in the last fleeting week really missing her home and "friends" at all.
"Refuge miss..." the yearling said, her ears returning her brain into present events with grace, her iridescent orbs searching his face as he spoke, tracing the eager and dream-like expression with which he had said home, the longing within him as he explained that he had indeed been born here, but much like Illynx, felt as if he was a lone piece of a long lost puzzle. His vibrantly orange locks fell across his equally brilliant eyes, his face suddenly filled with a questioning interest in her before his bright young tones split the temporary silence once more, "My name is Ares." "Ares," she repeated aloud, the name sounding smooth and even on her tongue. She found she rather enjoyed it, unlike many of the names she had come to know others by. "I am Illynx, of the Aurora Basin."
It seemed to her that the child was either overly eager to hear her reply or that he would have difficulty hearing her, but such an ailment was usually only found in elders; she pondered to herself exactly what his strong attentions to her words meant, deciding that at the end of the day it didn't really matter. He obviously could hear well enough, he'd responded to her first question. "Home..." she mused aloud, her head tilting to match that of Ares, a soft crinkling of flesh in the corner of her eyes and the alert posture of her ears displaying her good humor towards him, "I too have recently struggled with such concepts, and I am far older than you." She giggled at this thought, wondering just how much she had been slighted by the early death of her parents; perhaps something had happened to Ares' family as well? She certainly hoped not, remembering all too well the hollow emptiness that had settled within her as she looked upon their deceased bodies, a hollow that had never filled in all the years between then and now. "I was born in World's Edge, and after Mirage and her band took it from my people I simply left, having felt my roots wither upon it's loss. But the Basin is a good place, hidden from others in the heart of the mountains," she elaborated, black muzzle turning to point over the treeline towards home, struggling with her reasons for being so open with young Ares; she rarely ever spoke to her closest of friends this way, much less strangers, but something in the back of his eyes hinted at a desperation for closeness of any kind and it strikingly mirrored the pit within her own heart. Perhaps she was just losing her iron fortitude in her age, or perhaps she simply felt a connection with him that hadn't existed with any others, even her parents, before she had let Psyche in. "I can feel my roots resettling and expanding. Perhaps yours will do so as well?"
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Illynx.
Illynx of the Aurora Basin.
It was a strange enough name for a strange looking mare, though he enjoyed the feeling of knowing another all the same. It had been so long since he had spoken to a stranger, he almost didn't know how to converse properly. How to socialize. Yet, this mare seemed to represent a new kind of hope for him and his naive young heart pounded that bit faster in excitement. He did not yet have the knowledge of a well travelled stallion, he knew the woodland where they now stood and the odd place around it. Never before, however, had Ares been to a herd land. Aurora Basin. Another name and a place he had never heard of before, a shiver of anticipation racked through his body. His head still tilted, cursing his bad luck of hearing, but after suffering for over a year with it, the boy had got the knack of using his right ear solely. His left might as well not even be there. It was almost like having a constant cold, voices were muffled, but he could hear enough to make out the words.
Illynx continued, amused when her head tilted to match his own and the corners of his grey lips tugged into a smile. It had been a long time since he had smiled this much. It must be a good omen. Or so he hoped. The bay belle expressed that she too had experienced a similar feeling to himself, making Ares blink once in surprise. Maybe it didn't matter how old you were, loneliness was always loneliness after all. Though it was almost disheartening to think that it didn't get better as one got older. Ares, of course, had many dreams like one his age should. Filled with fantasies that would probably never come true. Taking in a deep breath, he pondered on the thought a little more, remaining silent until Illynx spoke of other lands, including her home. The Worlds Edge? Now that was somewhere he had heard of. His own mother was from the Worlds Edge. Ares was suddenly struck then with a longing like pain, how long had it been since he'd seen his mother? Too long.
He wondered if he should have made his way to his family land instead, but the more the strange mare before him spoke, the more he wanted to know more about this Basin. Besides, he didn't know how to find the Edge and he wasn't sure if Illynx would tell him where to go. There was something calming about being in this strangers presence and it intrigued the young mind of Ares. "My mother is from the Edge. Though, I have not seen her face for a while and I'm not even sure if she's still there ..." His young voice trailed off for a moment as he lamented her missing presence in his life. He just hoped Eris would have a better chance of finding her.
The boy searched for the golden eyes of Illynx then, his own brimming with curiosity. "Aurora Basin? Could you take me to this place? I would like to see it for myself, if you wouldn't mind. I have been alone for months, maybe I too will find what I'm looking for there." He smiled through each word, heart pounding in his chest as he waited for her verdict. Hoping she would agree and he could start his life anew, find friends and a purpose to his life. Stop the endless drifting and the feeling of slowly eroding away.
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Illynx the GildedBlade Posts: 413
| Hidden Account atk: 7.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 3 |
| Mare :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 13 HP: 67.5 | Buff: ENDURE |
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06-21-2013, 11:00 AM
(This post was last modified: 06-21-2013, 11:02 AM by Illynx.)
Illynx
Her revealing the raw patch within her own soul drew a surprised expression from the young male, some spark of adolescent thought that she could not understand just by looking upon him, and it was quickly washed away as her voice continued to issue forth into the brisk forest air. His youth was endearing, a trait that Illynx supposed was developed over all their years of existence to ensure that the naive and often foolish youth of the world had a good chance to make it to adulthood. She was saddened, inwardly, at the thought of what the world would do to his pure and golden soul, how age would cripple its shine and attempt to extinguish it all together, but she knew that he stood a fair enough chance if he chose to follow her back up the mountain path; success could be attained if you surrounded yourself with the right types of folk and applied your skills to bettering the herd, and as she thought of the unusual collection of unicorns back in the Basin, realised that even that was not a requirement. It would seem that among the Plague, only one thing truly mattered; the purification and perpetuation of the bloodline, and the systematic destruction of all those who were not among their classifications, and as young Ares had been born with a horn upon his handsome little face, his ticket in was already signed. He just had to cash it in.
"My mother is from the Edge. Though, I have not seen her face for a while and I'm not even sure if she's still there ..." her mouth drew itself into a tight line from the friendly smile it had worn before, the slight comfort of knowing Ares had not seen his family murdered (at least not his mother) overwhelmed by the sick, heavy feeling that made its way into her heart. The tree burners, and he is born from their loins. But there were no dragons in his clear blue eyes or vengeance writ in their depths, only youth and curiosity sparkling like diamonds in a riverbed. Besides, his mother was liable to be dead, killed in the mayhem of the war that the weyr-horse Mirage had brought down upon Illynx, Psyche, and all the others who had once lived in the soft arms of the Moon Goddess, and that thought alone solaced her as she let the grimace escape her face to be absorbed by her plastic smile once more. "I do not know who lives beside the Moon's shrine," her golden eyes flickered away from his own for but a moment, a toss of her black forelock returning her gaze to his, "and I am not ashamed to say that I have no concerns for them or their well being, though I do hope you may find your mother if she still breathes Helovian air." She wondered after she said it if she really did wish for Ares to reunite with the woman who had birthed him. She looked upon his small horn, wondering now for the first time if he was truly what he seemed to be, or merely some half breed whelp; she supposed it didn't really matter. He was horned, that was for certain, and no one would know of his origins unless he told them. She made a point to listen all the more carefully, just for these reasons.
Her smile returned to her face as he asked her if she might take him up the well hidden mountain path to the Basin; it was involuntary as it had always been, her heart having come to love the sheltered lake and the caves that ringed the wide valleys deep within the heart of the Steppe. Her dainty head bobbed in agreement, muscular body pivoting so that they were north bound, her golden horn angled directly down the path that would take them to through the forests lying at the base of the mountains and to the well obscured trail upwards. "Let us waste no more time then, Ares," she grinned, her hard dark hooves silently trekking their way along the leaf and needle strewn ground, long black tresses trailing along behind her.
if I only could make a deal with God.
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