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Re: Ainaraël & Galadriël « Result #2 on Oct 17, 2007, 4:59pm »
You Belong to Me
While Ainaraël looked at our herd members I noticed what seemed to be a flicker of tenderness in her eyes as she stopped scanning on a fixed point. I followed her gaze with my green eyes and saw she was looking at Spiriteyes. Why was she looking at that freak? And why was there a kind sparkle in her purple gems? I almost snapped but I held back. She was so fun to toy with, why not push a little.
“You like him?”
The black filly looked at me abruptly, a puzzled expression on her face. She seemed rather surprised, perhaps she wasn’t expecting me to pay much attention to her. For a while the only sound either of us made was our breathing. Ainaraël then answered in her usual silent manner. It seemed to always surprise me when I heard her voice inside my head.
“Well I appreciate him if that’s what you mean. We share something special because he truly understands me and I understand him. But we rarely spend time together because he isn’t allowed to wander off far away like me.”
I squealed before lunging for her shoulder, teeth bared out. The younger mare shied away with a confused expression, not really understanding my sudden fit. I decided to drive her away, charging her with my ears laid back against my skull. Immediately she lifted her head up shaking it, and doing small circles with her muzzle as she cantered off further. However she suddenly stopped the sign language that meant she was sorry and, without slowing down turned her head to glare at me. She then sped off further. I stopped dead, completely taken aback. I thought I had her under my control, but she had just expressed that she felt offended. I cursed under my breath, having thought she was mine completely. I needn’t to worry since very soon after she came back, ears pricked towards me, and mouthing like a young foal. So she did need to be by my side after all. Satisfied with this, I showed her my side, signifying that she could come back.
This feeling of dominance I had, soon floated to my head. I realized later on how arrogant that made me. And even though I hate to admit it, it didn’t really bother me because I know I’m self-indulgent. Of course when people say I am, I strike pretty hard. But it felt good to know you had someone who was solely devoted to you and did things for you no matter what.
We finally went down the hill at an energetic trot. I snorted lightly as we both lifted our silvery tails like any good khôl ani. Everything seemed just fine until I felt a stinging sensation on my croup. I bucked out as a reflex before turning around to find what had dared to bother me. I mouse grey stallion, with a troublesome glint to his eye was staring at us in apparent satisfaction. I snorted in anger, before lunging at him, my neck like a snake. Troublechaser. That was his name and there couldn’t have been a more suitable one. He was always looking for trouble, be it for him self or for others. You couldn’t trust him. As he jumped aside to dodge my attack he spoke in an amused tone. -Whoa you still a hot number to handle I see. I just thought I’d check -What do you want? -Troublechaser, could you please leave us alone?
He seemed to take interest in Ainaraël. She must have said something in her silent manner and that’s when I realized she probably chose to say something to him privately. Why? I’d take care of that later, for now the mouse grey horse was starting to talk again. -Never thought I’d here the possessive plurial coming from Ainaraël. Anyways I saw you two coming just to announce the good news. The herd is okay with the two of you and you can now graze within short distances from each member. -I guess they finally came to their senses! After all I don’t see who’s life would be complete without me entering it at least once. -I don’t care! Now get the hell out before you regret it! I know you all too well Chase!
Ainaraël fiercely lunged at him with blinding speed and a cry of anger. Before Troublechaser understood what had happened, a full chunk of his hide was missing from his flank. He squealed in surprise and pain before turning on his hindquarters and running off as fast as I thought possible, blood trailing behind him as he went. I turned around to look at the black fury that had attacked him. Her muzzle was shinning with blood and she snorted repeatedly to get rid of it, while her tail swished angrily and her ears stayed laid back against her skull as she stared after the colt that’d just run off. When finally she seemed to notice my gaze she dropped the piece of silver and red hide immediately and her whole body posture changed. The young mare pricked her ears towards me and her purple eyes twinkled happily at me. She then walked up to me and sneezed to get rid of any residue blood before nuzzling me affectionately.
I nuzzled her back but I shook my head in disbelief. I didn’t understand why she got so upset and suddenly attacked Troublechaser. Of course he could mean trouble and a lot of it, but in the end it was usually harmless. Then again she had spoken to him through her mind and I have no way of knowing if he had also answered something in this silent fashion. -What did you do that for? -I warned him before I did it… -But you just ripped off some of his hide, that’s pretty serious! -I… I know… I admit I hadn’t intended to attack him so violently, I meant only to give him a solid nip on the withers.
Then something happened I wasn’t expecting at all. Aina lowered her head in a self-pitying manner and spoke. For the first time she spoke with her voice, not with her psyche. “I… I’m sorry…” I nudged her before trotting off again. I had decided to trust Troublechaser because I really wanted to belive it was true, I wanted to belive people wouldn’t snap at me or run from me in fear and disgust. I slowed down to a walk and entered the grazing perimeter of a blood bay mare heavy in foal. I stopped as I noticed that my friend hadn’t followed. I turned my head to see she was refusing to intrude the grazing circle. Obviously she couldn’t trust the mouse grey colt she just wounded. Eying nervously the mare and giving me a pleading look, the filly broke a sweat getting worked up by anxiety. I didn’t react until I heard the thudding of hooves behind me, and Ainaraël’s alarmed neigh. I spun around in time to jump to the side as the bay mare’s teeth snapped in to thin air. Before I had time to react the jet-black filly charged the older mare sending her off balance, trying to chase her away, her silvery tail trailing after her like a river. I neighed after her and we both cantered off far away from the bay. As we stood next to a small stream she gave me a look that held worry and anger. “What the hell were you thinking? Troublechaser isn’t the herd messenger for a good reason! That mare could have seriously hurt you! You know how Bloodhide is!”
I don’t think I had seen her this upset. Even Troublechaser didn’t faze her like this. Her whole body was quivering lightly and I could see her hiding tears in her amethyst colored eyes. I had to smile inwardly, she seemed even more anxious than my mother at times. “Well no one got hurt, and we had to at least try. It would be nice to know that people don’t run off or attack us out of fear and disgust with us.”
Her mouth opened to say something, but the silver manned mare bit back what ever she had to say. I felt like pressing her on but I shut up as I saw Sunprancer, a dazzling buckskin trot up to her, neck arched and tail up. The 3 year old colt was dancing around the filly as if to seduce her. It hit me like a train, she was still in heat. That explained why he was only paying attention to her and not to me, having finished my cycle the day before. I wondered how she would handle him, knowing that he is such an arrogant, narcissist stallion. The black mare eyed him suspiciously and snorted nervously. As he came closer to her, he nibbled at her upper lip and she gave him a sharp look. He simply pranced around again, making light dance off his golden coat. He came around to her croup and nibbled the top of it, rather possessively. A powerful feeling of jealousy and exclusivity overcame my conscious thought and I reared up lashing out at the young male before neighing furiously and biting him to the shoulder. The smell of blood floated towards my nostrils and a shrill cry of surprise and pain traveled to my ears. The buckskin shied away from us and looked at me warningly, anger shinning in his eyes. For the first time in quite a while I used my mind to speak. “Back off she’s mine!” I snorted so violently it almost sounded like a snarl. Sunprancer seemed taken aback and just stared at me in utter surprise. He soon recovered however and found his tongue again. “Are you lilies or something?” That’s when I realized how what I told him must’ve sounded. My lack of response left an open door for him. “You are lilies! Wait ‘till Silvercloud hears about this!” The stallion ran off excitedly like a young foal having made a new discovery. I jumped before turning around, having heard Ainaraël speaking. I still wasn’t used to the sound of her voice. I immediately noticed her quizzical expression and the worried tone in her voice. “Lilies? What did you tell him? You know we might run in to trouble big time.” I gaped wordlessly for a moment before finally stammering an answer. -I… I didn’t say anything about us being lilies! -What did you say?” I couldn’t possibly tell her the truth. I stood there a while wordless, looking at her. I hadn’t really taken a good look at her before. Her amethyst-colored eyes were searching mine intently, wanting to know. They shone with an unquenchable thirst for knowledge and reflected great intelligence. And something more, something so much more different, something I had never seen in any horse, or other animal for that matter. At that moment I wondered if I had it too, if it was something we shared, something unique to our condition. She shook her head impatiently at an insect, and in doing so sent her long mane dancing in the breeze. Her tail swished to make sure the nuisance was gone, barely even lifting from the ground. Like mine, it dragged in the grass for about 2 feet. Her glistening black coat seemed to shine even more with the sweat that pearled down her body due to the day’s emotions. As the light bounced of her muscles flashes of deep blue and sometimes indigo appeared all over her perfectly proportioned body. My eyes traveled along the finely sculpted swan neck of hers, veins showing here and there under the fine skin. I stopped at her head. All of her facial features were delicately carved by a master’s hand and breathed khôl ani in every sense. Her exquisite nostrils were slightly dilated, showing her nervousness at the moment. I shifted my eyes in to her purple gems, locking our gazes together once more. “It doesn’t matter.” My voice came out quietly, which was rather unusual for me. Ainaraël rolled her eyes and sighed in exasperation. I paid no attention to this, judging it as meaningless.
The younger filly turned around and trotted off. This made me very angry and I started after her at a gallop, cutting her in a few easy strides. I stared at her straight in the eyes and though I felt her falter a little, her eyes stayed in mine. I didn’t actually speak and we just stood there locked in each other’s gaze. The emerald gems that windowed my soul sparkled with anger but most importantly sent a clear message. You belong to me. You are mine. Her proud and mysterious eyes seemed to mirror something similar but in a rather different way. She snorted and said nothing nor did anything else.
We both flicked our ears upon hearing the thundering hooves of three or four horses. The black filly was slightly uncomfortable, having a bad feeling. I shared part of her apprehension and I followed her down the stream to a very old weeping willow. She held aside the branches that were so long they caressed the small current of water, for me to enter first. I trotted under the tree and Aina followed me right after. We both stood still and perfectly silent as we looked through the leaves trying to figure out the horses that had slowed to a trot. There were three of them. Sunprancer was amongst them looking excitedly around trying to look for us. Stormkeeper, the most likely heir to the ‘throne’ was close behind giving him a stern look. That’s when we knew that we were possibly in the process of getting in trouble. Simultaneously, we squinted trying to see who the third person was. Yet again in unison, our nostrils flared in hatred as our eyes burned with the fires of hell. The sleek grey mare with silvery dapples on her croup and her legs was the object of our rage. The wind played daintily in her silky, light blonde mane and tale. I hated to admit it, but Perfectfragrance was what her name implied: perfect. Her proud, delicate head set high on a dreamily arched neck could let anyone see the purity of her bloodlines. She was the closest representation of perfection for a khôl ani and would make any filly or mare die of envy. Of course she was a bit small but her proportions were irreproachable. Her thin silvery legs had so much grace it seemed every stride she took was like a swan in flight. She would be pure beauty if only her soul wasn’t so foul. Of course she had beauty but it was only superficial so long as her heart would be so egocentric. She stuck close to our leaders’ son. For the past half year she had her eyes set on him and not unlike most other colts and stallions, he couldn’t really resist. He nuzzled her lightly but with a tad impatience and let his eyes fall with that stern look of his on Sunprancer again. The sight of the slimy filly stuck against the colt made us work up quite the sweat. For we knew that she was trying to get on top of the hierarchy through him. She was using him. Nothing frustrated us more. Unable to do otherwise I snorted as if to let off steam. My friend nipped me hard worried that I might have blown our cover. Fortunately they didn’t seem to notice.
As the trio got closer we could hear clearly what they were saying. -…they were here moments ago -Well Sunprancer maybe if you hadn’t told them that you were gonna give them trouble, they might have still been here. -But Stormy-foo, those two are kind of flashy alone so together… If they had left someone would have seen them, they must still be around. -Yeah exactly! Perfectfragrance is right I’m sure. -Guess so…” The young prince scanned the area a few times, barely paying attention to the willow every time. Suddenly however he seemed to notice it and squinted to get a better look. My blood froze in my veins, for some reason I felt great apprehension about what might happen. I felt Mine tug lightly at my withers with her teeth. We both silently as possible backed up against the tree’s trunk. Panic struck my nerves as I herd the leaves rustling, the wind picking up. Even worse, Storm was trotting up towards the tree! “Quick let’s pretend we were dozing here because of the shade!” I thanked Esrevinu for giving Ainaraël such a quick, sharpened mind and we promptly let our heads hang a little, our lower lips dangling slightly and one of our hind hooves pointed on the ground, in rest mode. I put my head over Aina’s back, resting it there. And just in the nick of time because Stormkeeper’s white face poked through the leaves at that very instant. “Aha! There you are!” We faked being startled out of sleep and gave him a sleepy, begrudging look. Before we could say anything, Perfectfragrance’s delicate head passed through the branches as well. She smirked as her facial expression twisted in something evil. We both glared at her with all the hatred in the world before she even said anything. -Well, well, what do we have here? Perhaps, two lovely lilies? I knew I should come along just to witness this freak show. -Perfect! Don’t say such mean things, we don’t even know if they are l-l… well, that yet, and we can’t take Prancer’s word for it, you know how he is. -But it would only make sense. I mean they are pretty queer to begin with. Look at them, the All Mother made them physically and probably mentally freakish, it’d only be natural for them to be lilies on top of that! Every single word spoken with a calculated cruelty.
I pinned my ears against my skull and bared my teeth warningly. She seemed slightly taken aback at the anger written all over my face. Ainaraël grabbed a piece of my mane in her teeth, to remind me she was still there and that maybe it wasn’t the right time yet to lose control. My tensed muscles relaxed a little, because I knew I wasn’t alone, like in so many similar feuds before. Stormkeeper was desperately trying to find a pacifist way to intervene but it was to no avail. As he helplessly stood by, the words on our tongues became slimier, imprinted with more venom in each sentence. “At least our face isn’t horribly twisted with evil, becoming uglier with every word escaping out nasty little lips. And even if we were lilies, that’d mean we have a heart, which could bring us further all the time!” The vain little mare gave me an outraged look. Nothing got at her more than having her physique be insulted or not getting what she wanted. By now she was furious and as she searched for words, Ainaraël, more smartly than I, spoke to her through the mind meaning that she could say whatever she liked, because even if Perfectfragrance told the whole world what she’d been told, she had no proof and no witnesses. “Oh look the little pony is pouting, she’s making her face so much more horrible! You know Perfectstentch, deep down, I know that you’re a lily, and that you fancy both of us. You can’t help but marvel at our perfect, strong, well-proportioned, bodies. You can’t help but imagine what it would be like to dig your plump little muzzle in to our fabulously long, manes. You know you admire our mysterious marks, my perfectly shapped crescent and Galadriël’s sun sign. You long to lose yourself in to her emerald eyes and even more so in to my purple gems. Yes Perfect you are but a delicate and shy lily bud waiting to bloom in to a beautifully complete flower.” Both of us were on the ground laughing by now. I, because of Ainaraël’s bittersweet, ironic tone that resonated in our three minds and the wonderful speech she pulled out of seemingly nowhere. She, because of Perfectfragrance’s metamorphosed face. The usual, self-assured, slithery look was replaced by fear and bewilderment, and as she watched us on the ground, roaring with laughter, she grew furious again but this time was completely beside herself. She pursed her quivering lips and then sneered. “You Galadriël, are worthless. You’re stupid and you’re reckless! You only know brute force! Your mother must be a very incompetent broodmare to foal, and rear such a defectious filly! And the rest of your ‘family’ is no better, for protecting you! And you Ainaraël, you are a waste of Esrevinu’s time and precious power, you are a waste of your dam’s precious womb.” She didn’t know what else to say, Ainaraël was a mysterious mare that usually kept to herself and therefore didn’t know what would grind her gears. The laughter ceased immediately as I felt fire course through my nerves. My markings began to glow, along with my eyes. Aina would later tell me that they had gone from green to reddish orange. But before I did anything a shrill angry whistle pierced the air. It resembled that of an angry stallion, but it wasn’t exactly that. Ainaraël was upon Perfectfragrance in no time, like a black fury. That’s how I realized it was the dark mare that had emitted such a blood-freezing battle cry. The two fillies tumbled out of the branches, back in to the open. Stormkeeper and I bolted after them, and Sunprancer that had stayed by the stream shied in surprise at the sudden commotion.
Perfect was on the ground, dazed at what happened. The black filly was furious. She reared up high, her eyes blazing with rage, her ears pinned back against her skull, her whole body expressing the hatred she had for others. She didn’t lose time pawing the air like most stallions, she stroke like a cobra, with the same blinding speed and mind boggling precision. Her peculiar, but sharp hooves came down savagely on the grey filly’s neck. The mare’s markings started to glow, just like mine and so did her violet eyes. Up and down she went, trampling, showing no pity for Perfectfragrance. The grey was paying for years of merciless torture, not only done by her, as it seemed the black was releasing all of the hatred she had for those of her own kind. Perfect’s cries of pain were becoming fainter by the second and we all realized she was going to die if Ainaraël didn’t stop this madness!
Desperate to put an end to the wild rampage, Stormkeeper charged towards the crazed killer at full speed, hoping to knock her over and at the same time knock some sense in to her. However the black filly noticed his maneuver and just as she spun around to bolt away from him, she bit the dust. For once Sunprancer had involved himself in something worthy of mention. Predicting that my dark friend would probably detect Storm’s charge, Sunprancer had crept up swiftly to push her over when she’d shy away.
Worried about her fall however, I ran over to her, eyes filled with concern. She didn’t try to move or get up but she was clearly breathing, hard at first, but not for long as it became regular again. She finally stumbled to her feet and turned her back to me. I nipped at her croup, demanding for her attention. She hesitated, then, slowly turned around and pressed her head against my neck, burying her muzzle in to my thick mane. She trembled a little, holding back a sob I knew. “I’m a monster Gala! I could’ve, would’ve, killed her if they hadn’t stopped me. And if Sunprancer hadn’t tripped me, I’m pretty sure you would have seen a nasty fight between Storm and I. Storm, who’s always been so kind to me! Oh Gala! I just… I-I don’t know what took hold of me just know and… and…” The sob finally escaped her throat and was followed by a few strangled sounds. She was too proud to cry without at least trying to fight back the tears. I nuzzled her affectionately, letting her know I had appreciated and admired her guts.
My eyes shifted discreetly from her black coat towards the trio standing a few steps away. The filly was choking blood and her knees buckled. She was damaged to a good degree but it was nothing really life threatening, now that the trampling had stopped. The two colts where too concerned about her to pay attention to Aina and me.
“Comon Ainee, let’s go before they remember we’re here.”
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Re: Ainaraël & Galadriël « Result #3 on Oct 17, 2007, 4:58pm »
The Meeting
I still recall the day we met. Her copper coat was gleaming in the sun, almost simmering from sweat and water as her slivery white mane rippled in the wind, like an emblem of freedom. She was crossing the river like a speed demon and once I heard the pounding of her hooves on the opposite bank I was mesmerized. How could one ragingly hit the ground with every foot and yet still look as if they where flying? I stopped grazing and pricked my ears in her direction as I squinted, trying to get a better look. Now that I think of it I must’ve looked so silly with those few strands of grass that I stopped chewing and that were just sticking out through the corners of my lips. She hadn’t seemed to notice me, or at least not recognize I was a horse yet, but as she was getting closer I could now see her features a little more in detail. She had the most elegant teacup muzzle and a wide forehead, sign of intelligence. Her lovely khôl ani head was gracefully attached to a delicately arched, swan-like neck. A constant glint like the light bouncing off a shinning surface kept coming out of seemingly nowhere annoying my eyes greatly, when I realized it was her hooves that relentlessly stomped the ground. It was the first thing besides her odd coloring that had caught my attention. I don’t know how long it took, to me it seemed like an eternity but I just stood there admiring the sheen of her coat, and her tail that she held so high, floating in the wind proudly like a banner. Yes I stood there, grass sticking out of my mouth, my tail lifted in excitement and interest, like any good khôl ani.
I had almost forgotten my own existence. I was so lost in my jubilation and admiration for this mare, I almost forgot to neigh. When I slightly came back to my senses I let out a powerful cry that was something between a welcome and a plea. My nostrils still quivered long after the sound had faded in the wind. I trembled in anticipation, nervous to know whether I had her attention or not. It was a very strange feeling since I’d never really been impressed by anyone and I wasn’t very social with most horses my age, or with any horse at all for that matter. I was strange like that but I couldn’t help it. I was used to have others admire or shun me but most of the time be enthralled by my beautiful night colored coat: dark as ebony, but with a soft, blue sheen.
I saw her swish her tail and look in various directions before seeing me. She shook her head with force and answered a commanding reply. Her gallop became even faster and she was seemingly excited as her strides weren’t as elegant and calculated as before. They resembled more those of a young foal trying to keep up with an older playmate. My heart beat excitedly as she came towards me. She stopped right in front of me like a violent gust of wind, fire still burning in her eyes from her exhilarating race. That’s when I noticed they were emerald green. My purple eyes were puzzled. I’d never seen such bright green eyes in a horse. Her long forelock had fallen to the side of her head, revealing the sun-shaped mark between her sparkling gems. Her finely carved nostrils were flared, as she took in oxygen, trying to catch her breath. For a few seconds I couldn’t move. I was stunned because of the unusual similarities there were between us. For instance we both had silvery white manes that reached down past our canon bones and tails that dragged on the ground. We both had a strange mark on our foreheads, we had similar features, an odd coloring and very unusual eyes. I touched her quivering nostrils with my own and suddenly our markings began to glow. Our manes and tails rose up as if attracted by an invisible force and soon our feet floated over the ground. I could see my own fear reflected in her eyes as we were both unsure of what was happening. Blue light surrounded us both and we closed our eyes, a mysterious flash entering our minds.
Power surged through our veins as energy left our bodies, and more rushed in. I felt like a new mare entirely when we finally came back down to the ground, the blue light was gone and the flash was only a memory. She tried whispering her name but I pressed my forehead against hers and hushed her quietly saying I already knew it. Somehow it felt like one of those meetings fate had pre-arranged. Somehow it felt as if our souls where already acquainted. I finally looked down, remembering that her hooves had blinded me with the sun’s reflection. They were the same color as silex, with the same kind of glint. I felt a little less silly with my pyrite feet. I thought about my first day on Earth, the only thing I remember from my early childhood. The chant… I only remembered vaguely but it had to do with finding someone… I looked at Galadriël and shook my head. Could it be? Was it her?
I finally managed to muster the courage necessary to break away from such a comforting contact. As I have mentioned before, even for a horse I lacked most, if not all, gregarious behaviors that where so deeply rooted in our specie’s instinct. Maybe I had such trouble stepping away from this mare because after having barred off other horses I discovered that contact isn’t so bad after all, and was in great need of affection. Or perhaps it was because it was Galadriël in particular. Whatever the case, as soon as I had stepped away I immediately started walking towards distant hills ahead, so I wouldn’t be tempted in stalling again. I think she must have been a little stunned since it took her a few seconds before realizing I had started off without her. The gleaming chestnut broke in to a trot to catch up effortlessly with me before slowing down to match my stride.
Somehow it felt like great relief to know she had followed me. With another horse, I couldn’t have cared less, but with her, it was hard to step away from her, so I could only imagine my anxiety or discomfort at being separated. If you only knew how stupid I was finding myself, how irrational, how dangerous I thought it was to give away my trust entirely so easily to her. I wouldn’t expect anyone to understand because for those who have never felt this, it can be quite difficult to know what it feels like, to be cold and distant, then suddenly finding yourself wanting to stick to someone like a newborn colt.
After a few instants of silence I finally asked what I had meant to ever since the ‘incident’ that happened moments earlier. Because she was walking to my right, I subtly steadied my right ear on her while keeping my left ear mobile and constantly in alert, scanning the environment. I was slowly recovering my senses, and was returning to my natural, ever cautious state. I had to be especially careful and hyper-sensitive, since being a solitary horse is never an advantage survivor-wise. I shot a quick glance at her from the corner of me eye. She didn’t seem half as precautious of her surroundings as I did, She let off an air of self-indulgence and was basically short of walking around trumpeting she was there, as if she were immortal, or insensitive to predators. An intriguing and exciting personality, but also one that could be exasperating and pain-staking.
So after this short analysis of my new-found friend(?), I spoke to her in our language, one that would normally be more verbal or physical, but I sent the message through the brain. This wasn’t hard for me as I had learnt to use it very young and it was my favored type of communication. I was so in to it I could hear my own voice resonating in another horse’s head.
“Galadriël… When you came to this world, do you remember singing a chant?”
As I said this, I sent images and melodies that where fragments of my memory from that decisive day, in which I was born unto this world. And immediately, she stopped dead in her tracks, a look of bewilderment in her magnificent green eyes. Every single bit of her reaction was a positive answer to my question. By now she was probably wondering how the hell did I know this, and if today’s earlier events, in the end even if they didn’t feel like it, weren’t indeed just a coincidence.
The young mare (actually we were still fillies since we were only 3 years of age) soon started walking again, since even though I had kept my right ear locked on her, I hadn’t stopped like she did. Once she leveled my eye, she answered me in a very ‘loud’ manner. I say loud because not only were her physical signals very brutal and obvious, but she spoke through her mouth and nostrils, not through her mind like me. I was a bit shocked and irritated at first but I calmed down, thinking it was only due to her own surprise. But I was soon to find out that this was her usual way of communication, given the flamboyant personality she was bestowed with. I would eventually learn to accept and love that trait as a part of her.
“Yes I do. I even remember the lyrics. I’m a bit surprised, even after what happened earlier that you would have such knowledge.”
I snorted nervously, not liking such flashy language, but decided not to get too upset over it. I simply answered in my silent manner, while remembering to keep scanning our surroundings.
“Simply, I was so mesmerized by our experience back there, that I thought about this chant I had sung as a newborn. I can’t remember the exacts words but I remembered that it had to do with finding someone.”
She gave me a surrenticious look that obviously was to turn her surprise in to a feeling of superiority. Simply because she remembered the exact wording to this obviously important chant, and I didn’t. I snorted, irritated with her self-indulgence, already treating me like I was inferior, after barely meeting me. I broke in to a trot without waiting for her response. Offended, yet too curious and intrigued by me to let me off, she lengthened her stride until she was trotting and in a matter of seconds caught up.
“I know you’re edgy because you feel like you should have all the knowledge of our prophecy, but don’t worry if you’re good, I’ll recite it for you and you can take your own conclusions from it.”
This got me very upset since in my distrusting mind, she was deliberately trying to manipulate me. I made this clear by responding, once again through our minds, but with such force and violence, that I’m sure I felt both of our brains jump.
“Who do you think you are? Do you think you own me, or something? That I owe something to you maybe? I don’t need you to tell me the exact wording of the chant because it just rushed back in to my mind when I was sending my memories to you!”
With that I glared at her and picked up a fine gallop. The chestnut didn’t ponder before going after me, even though she seemed a bit taken aback by my touchy reaction. She should have known better, for this was a trait rather common in the breed, and I’m sure she could have the same kind of reactions just as easily. When she caught up, I’d simply put in more speed in to my strides naturally, like wind in a bird’s wings. Every time she’d keep up. It ended up turning in to a very emotional moment, two fillies running their hearts out at each other, trying to get away, and yet stay together. The world faded, first it became a blur, then, it was only but a distant memory. All that mattered, was our perfectly synchronized strides, our similar silhouettes matching each other. It was like magic, for that moment I forgot anything about being cautious, or even that danger existed. I was only but a proud creature running along side of an even prouder one. We were so different yet so alike, and I think that’s why our meeting was destined, even before our births.
A crow’s overhead skwaking brought me back to reality and I started slowing down realizing this was a futile, almost stupid thing to be doing. But it was fun and exhilarating, and I’d never forget our first gallop together. After having finally slowed down to a slow, steady walk she halted and so did I. We indirectly gazed at each other in silence, knowing that we both felt the same way about our racing the wind like we had just done. I was especially troubled because it was one thing to lose yourself alone in a seemingly eternal race, but as I had just discovered, it was a whole new thing with someone else. I loved the feeling yet at the same time I hated it since I could tell it had just made me a little more dependent towards her. Suddenly an urge I couldn’t resist just triggered my muscles in to doing something I might have regretted. I extended my graceful ebony neck and started massaging her withers. She grunted in appreciation enjoying the attention given for quite a moment before returning the favor. We had just crossed together the most important step for two horses to bond properly.
It was strange how I felt both contempt and nervous around Galadriël. It seems she always had a way of keeping me on my toes and making me stay as alert as possible since if I displeased her in any way she’d end up doing anything between viciously lashing out at me or simply refusing any further contact with me. And the worst part is, the more hours we spent together, the more I bent to her every desire and let her walk all over me. I should have seen it coming the very moment that I offered grooming her. But I didn’t.
We had now been traveling together for two days in direction of our herd’s current rest place. Surprisingly, it turned out we lived in the same herd, but because of my anti-social tendencies and both of us being social outcasts, we had never actually met. And when the herd would move on to the next grazing and resting point I tended to stay far behind because of my and everyone else’s discomfort. She had an older sister, which along with her dam and sire loved her to death. So during such travels she’d stay surrounded by them to shield the herd members form seeing her. This way she was safe with her sub-family but the rest of the group didn’t have to stress over her existence. I, on the other hand, only had my dam, and I refused to let her fall back with me. This is how managed to meet the odds of never encountering each other in three years amongst a group of 50 to 60 horses. Yup, we’re undoubtedly special fillies.
At the dawn of the third day we finally climbed the hill that would bring us to our herd’s current valley. When we got to the mound’s crown we couldn’t help but stop and look down on everyone. Squinting, we tried identifying every single horse that was grazing down there, to see if there where any losses or new arrivals. As my purple eyes glided across the scenery I had no trouble singling out Stormkeeper and Spiriteyes. Stormkeeper is the older of the two by a few minutes, being twin brothers. However it seems fate wanted the two to turn out slightly different, even though they are supposed to be identical twins. Stormkeeper was named after his father, the dominant stallion of our group: Stormtrooper. Like his sire he is of a very muscular build for a khôl ani, with a metallic white coat and rich dark eyes. Spiriteyes however, is drastically different. He is a bit smaller, appearing almost effeminate compared to other stallions in his build. His white coat is so pale it’s almost translucent. Beneath it, instead of grey-black skin like all khôl ani, is a layer of very fine, over-sensitive pink skin. And to crown everything, his eyes are of a most peculiar kind. His pupil and his iris where of the same very pale, sickly blue. It usually made people quite shifty and nervous since they where never sure where he was looking unless they saw the white of his eye… But even then that was very rare. Of course since he is the son of the dominant mare and the dominant stallion, people don’t drive him away like they did with Gala and me. Stormkeeper and Spiriteyes were both always kind to me though I shared with Spiriteyes a special bond. You see, Stormkeeper was nice because he knew how people were about his brother and pitied me, and because his dam and sire were both dominants and he was the older brother, that gave him an almost automatic seat of power. But he had to prove he could be just and love every individual horse in his herd. It was more in a sense of duty that he did this. Spiriteyes however was more genuine. He knew how I felt, but both of us being more solitary animals, we never really spent much time together. I guess you could say we had some form of mutual understand, close to friendship, and that’s why I appreciated him so much. He was also disgusted by the fact that his social status changed people’s attitudes towards him. Another problem about his status, and the fact that he was weaker than his brother, was that he was barely allowed to wander away from the herd like I did. Perhaps that’s why we never really ended up spending much time together. I hoped that would change.
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Ainaraël & Galadriël « Result #4 on Oct 17, 2007, 4:55pm »
Yes horses. Very anthropomorphed psychologicaly but they stay horses. Horse sense y'know? I've got quite a few Chptrs and pages written (too lazy to count XD) I put up the prologue and the 2 first chapters for now, if you like I'll add more (Ive got plenty more wirtten down)
Prologue
Esrevinu the all mother had a shining black coat dotted everywhere with brilliant white spots wich were what we like to call stars and had three hooves made of silex but the fourth one in front was pyrite. Her long mane and tail were both of a light white silky texture and formed the milky way. And lastly she had a perfect round mark on her brow that shone with force in the darkness of her coat becoming the Moon. A spec of dust fell from her coat, it grew and grew and grew untill it was bigger then her moon. Esrevinu stood there and looked at it not knowing what to do next. After a while in a burst of frustration she reared up high and her front silex hoof rubbed with her pyrite creating a spark that flew not too far from the spec of dust and warmed it up. She declared that the spark would be called Sun and the dust, Earth. Next she managed to shrink herself small enough to fit on Earth but staying much bigger than mountains. She galloped across Earth. Where she slid and stoped she created chains of mountains, where she rolled and stomped her hooves she created river, sea and ocean beds. Once the land was satisfying she took her normal size again and looked upon Earth. Nothing happened. A tear of dispair rolled off her cheek and landed on her protegy filling up seas, oceans, lakes and river beds. Thus our lovely planet’s water. The all mother shook her mane making a hair fall to Earth and where it got caught in the mountain peaks it became birds that sang with joy in the warming Sun and when the rest fell in the seas rivers and lakes it became fish and all of marine life. Then a sacred hair fell from her Moon and landed on the ground where it grew and became trees and flowers. Afterwards Esrevinu blew gentley on Earth giving air to life and creating clouds and surounding Earth with the atmosphere. Months went by and then one day the all mother descended on Earth becoming the size of an average arabian horse and she gave birth to two foals, a colt and a filly. The filly was a soft white with a slight blueish shine like snow. The colt on the other hand was a striking golden colour with a white mane and tail like his mother’s. She called the white filly Cloudflower and her son Sunchase. She nursed them untill they where old enough to live on their own. They had many children but the most intresting and important were undouptedley the firstborns. They had two colts and fillies as their first children. The first filly had a Dark ebony coat from head to hooves and from mane to tail, she was called Evernight. The second filly had a golden coat like her fathers but she had a black mane and tail with legs that were knee-high ink black. She was called Sundance. The tallest colt was a beautiful copper colour with white mane and tale and had soft warming golden eyes. Copperbreeze was he called. The last but undouptedley not least was Darkheart. He was white all over exept for a black “hat” on his head making him of the coulour of medecine-hat and he had a black heart shaped spot on his shoulder giving him his name. Unable to do differentley Sunchase grew to have a favorite between his two sons and the chosen one was Copperbreeze... Darkheart grew sad not bitter though and wished he could have been the one to be tall and have a shining copper coat. Evernight was very sensitive to this and spent most of her time with her sorrowfull brother. When they were yearlings Darkheart and Evernight ran away far from the rolling hills of thier birthplace and went to live elsewhere. When Sundace and Copperbreeze turned 3 they left to live somewhere else two. The two couples had children becoming two distinct tribes: The Whitemanes and the Darkmanes... Evernight and Darkheart never said a word to their children about the Whitemanes and neither did Copperbreeze and Sundance about the Darkmanes. Though as the years went by and all thier foals grew old enough they set off to explore the land and eventually met each other. Some whitemanes and darkmanes liked each other and decided to live in peace. Having colts and fillies the manes became of all colors from white, to grey, to chestnut, to black etc. But all the others hated each other and set off to live each on different sides of Earth and each time that they met they’d insult eachother or fight. Esrevinu looked upon Earth and her heart filled with sadness to see them fight like this. Decades went by followed by centuries then by milleniums until different tribes where in different places of earth though the Whitemanes and Darkmanes still were well known even though most of them weren’t “pure”...
Fillies are born
A chestnut mare with a flaxen mane and tail waited quietly in the corner of a big lush green valley with smooth rolling hills. It had been eleven months now that she’d been covered and she was about to finally give birth to her awaited foal. The contractions were painfull. She laid down wishing it would accelerate the process. If only that foal could come out so that she’d stop suffering. An hour passed then two followed by three. Then the painfull work started but she managed to do it quickly enough. Her foal out she got up cutting the umbilical cord and started licking the little one clean especialy around the tiny muzzle to unclog the nostrils so it could breath. Once that was done she got up and started grazing near by. At first the filly was outraged! Why did she have to come out of a nice warm secure place where she was fed without any efforts and where she diddn’t have to walk?! She squealed with miscontentment feeling the cold hard grown and the cool wet grass underneath. Her vision was blurry, and at first she couldn’t see her mother. After a few minutes her vision came in focus and she looked around for her mother. The mare was a few meters away but close unough to protect her babe in case of danger. Feeling cold and hungry the small filly tried to get up but stumbled and fell to her knees. She snorted, insulted that her legs wouldn’t obey her. It seemed so easy looking at her mother eating the grass near by. She got up and this time managed to stay up. Now came the hard part, to walk. Her mother walked a bit closer and her daughter looked at her legs. After what she observed, she put one of her front hoofs in front, then with a shaky leg put the second next to it. Then her back hoof followed and the next. She repeated the whole thing a few times each time a bit faster untill she finally got next to her dam and started feeding. Once she was satisfied she lied down beside her nuturer after such tiring experiences.
The next morning the mare looked at her filly now dry and had a big surprise. To start with the filly was a beautiful golden copper color but her mane and small fluffy tale where as white as snow. As if it weren’t enough, the little filly had a flame shaped mark on her left shoulder and what could be interpreted as a sun between her two unusual green eyes. Rosescent (that was her name) looked down at her protegy and her strange coloring: “What shall I call you tiny one? What an unusual filly... Well then strange events strange measures, I’ll call you Galadriël and no one shall know the meaning of it exept for me.” With that she called her foal over “Come here to feed little Gala!” Galadriël got up but instead of heading towards her mother she cantered off in the oposite direction and of course Valaina did not look at her run away, she imideatley took off at a galop and just when she thought she had caught up with her baby the little one took off even faster but her mother hadn’t said her last word, she picked up speed though her daughter kept on running faster with every stride and when Valaina finally got to her top speed, little Gala kept picking up speed with every stride, pounding the ground with her tiny hooves. The mare started nieghing nervousley and impetousley as the few hour old filly started chanting “Here I am, I am born, I’m young and free, this earth beneath my feet that cary me belongs to me, this field where I am born I shall return to give birth to my daughters and sons, this world in wich I run will always be my home. This is the chant of life and four souls will soon be born and claim this song but only one is truly kindled to mine...Thou our destinies” As the wind carried the words and the melody of the song to Rosescent’s ears, the young mother stopped dead. She had never heard words that are wise yet impetous, not ever from any young horse even less from a few hour old filly that wasn’t supposed to talk at such an age. Thats when the filly slid and stoped did a U turn, galloped back to her mother and started feeding. Once she was done she said to her mother “I think I like it better out here than in your tummy. I mean it’s comfortable and all but I can’t run free, the wind whipping my mane in my face. -You know fillies your age aren’t supposed to talk yet... -Don’t pretend you haven’t realised I was special. -Well you know sometimes it isn’t always a good thing. -Yes mother. -But what ever happens to you, always be proud of who and what you are and rember all the good people who will have helped you. -I will.” With that Valaina realized her fillie’s hoofs where the colour and sheen of silex...
About two months later, in the same valley at about the same place, a pure white mare with blue eyes named Purity kept pacing around in circles. It had been five hours of suffering from contractions and her foal still wasn’t born yet! She stomped angerly at the ground and pawing at it to. When she felt the right moment came she lied down in the cool green grass and waited. The filly started coming out but her head wasn’t in the right position and she got stuck! Starting to suffer and worry for the survival of her child the mare neighed in fear and gave one big heave that unstuck the filly and actually got her completley out. She then proceeded to the washing and warming up of her foal. While she licked it she knew it was a girl and was thinking of a name for her. She decided to wait next morning to find something. She walked away to graze a bit. The filly looked around kind of lost. Her eyes focused and she looked at the grass beneath her spindle legs and at her white mother not too far away, eating the green stuff on witch she was lying. She streched out her neck to try and touch her but her mother was too far away. Frustrated she got up and trotted over to her to feed. The mare was very surprised of this and slightly bothered by it as well though she hid it perfectly. The new filly fell asleep and slept soundly for the night.
As the sun got up and warmed Purity and her newborn with its rays the white mare got up looked at her filly and never forgot what she saw. The daughter she had been blessed with was black like ebony with a sort of a blue sheen. Her mane and tail were perfectly snowy white. On her right shoulder she bore a water drop-like mark and between the two little sparkling eyes was a crescent. When The small one got up the white mare saw her eyes where a deep purple colour and her hooves where like pyrite so she was even more intrigued by her protegy. The white mare said “Ainaraël” without really notceing. The black filly turned to her mother as if she had called her. Purity realized that she had just nammed her baby. The mare started off towards a greener patch when her filly started to gallop spinning around her mother that watched her go as Ainaraël sang: “ Here I am, I am born, I’m young and free, this earth beneath my feet that cary me belongs to me, this field where I am born I shall return to give birth to my daughters and sons, this world in wich I run will always be my home. This is the chant of life and a soul like mine has already sung it before me. Thou our destenies.” At that time the water drop on her shoulder and the moon crescent on her face began glowing. Somewhere else Galadriël’s flame and sun did the same and she said: “She has arrived.” Her mother looked at her with fear in her eyes. Lùthiena was reacting exactly the same way looking at her purple-eyed filly slow down and finally come to a halt and say “We are both here now we need to find one an other.” Ainaraël trotted up merrely up to her snow-white dam and fed contentedly. Purity was seriously starting to wonder...
Taisetsu na basho wo mamoritai. Taisetsu na hito wo mamoritai. ~ I want to protect the places that are important to me. I want to protect the People that are important to me.
To the Moderators « Result #6 on Oct 5, 2007, 5:59pm »
Dear Administrators,
I am, obviously, aware of the mishap that has happened because of me... and therefore, I have come here to make things right between everyone, including Ephraim.
What I did was nevertheless... wrong. Actually, Ephraim and I met on the forums of Gaia Online (you may have heard of it, you may have not) and later through the three years we had known eachother, we found ourselves to be quite common peers in the concept of Literate RPing (thus, explaining our similar dialogue... for everyone there, monotonously, speaks the same way. We all hate 1337 people especially.) We'd speak to eachother through the PM systems and have long chats from several philosophical topics... and a lot about eachother.
We spoke a lot about eachother... or more likely, he spoke a lot about himself to me. I was, 1 of 2 people he told me he confided in thoroughly. The other I, fortunately, do not know.
I live in Eugene, Oregon... and he lived in California, if I am not incorrect. Therefore he and I shared the same timezone: PST.
Because he spoke so much to me, I knew what to say and when to say it during our feud. He had told me all about "The Great Artemis" and sweet, understanding Kai. Naturally, he was the one that told me to come here. (He even gave me his account information to use to my content.)
Because of me being a girl, Ephraim wouldn't let me take the blame... so he, actually, made it seem for the last few seconds of the fight to be the actual cause. He came back and took my rampaging place. Being Ephraim, (I am sure you two, Artemis and Kai, know him fairly well by now...) he's not a very good liar... even on the Internet... right 0-0? So, he tried to make the blame off of both of us.
This is it, you may choose to believe... you may not, but just don't hate Ephraim. He hasn't replied to any of my PM's in a really long while, and I look forward to them all the time. Please, it wasn't his fault, he knew what I was doing was wrong.
Unfortunately, he even got angry at me for typing in his name instead of mine.
Therefore, this is not only an apology to the Administrators and the other people involved... it is also to him.
I need someone too... « Result #7 on Sept 10, 2007, 2:07pm »
Ello' again I apologize for being gone for a little while...High school has taken it's affect by bombarding us all with projects and tons of homework. I have been having allot of family issues so if I am gone for awhile it is becouse of some personal issues that I must tend too. I thank you for dealing or putting up with my frequent absences. ^^ But I would like a favor of someone that is very good with graphics..For I would like a siggy made if it is alright..If you know how or are up too making me one I would appreiciate it.
Resetting Kagirinai Dea!! « Result #9 on Aug 14, 2007, 8:41pm »
Hey everyone!
Masami and I were thinking about how to keep this site running and we've come to a decision.
In a week's time, during which I hope you've all read this announcement, all RPs in Kagirinai Dea will be deleted, save for completed exclusives. This is because we're hoping to start from a clean slate.
If your character has already been accepted to the site, you don't have to worry, you don't have to apply again. All accepted characters, old and new, will be starting on a clean slate. If you wish to make adjustments to your characters, they'll have to be passed through Masami and I in your Applications. For further details, PM me.
Anyways, I hope everyone is agreeable with this decision and we really hope that KD comes back to life once again!
love always, Artemis Winthrop Co-Administrator of Kagirinai Dea
« Last Edit: Aug 28, 2007, 7:40am by artemiswinthrop
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Re: Arabelle De' Atoan « Result #10 on Aug 14, 2007, 8:35pm »
Wow, you've really put some thought into this. It's really well written. I say you're in. You'll need Masami-chan's okay as well before you can post. Welcome to Kagarinai Dea from me though! love always, Artemis
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