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Post by Storeh on Apr 13, 2011 18:01:41 GMT -5
Greymarch stood soundlessly on the crest of the hill, the clouded irises set in his impassive face still as the wind rose the grasses parting beneath him. Lifting the degree of his cranium slightly, nostrils flared with the menial hopes of catching a lingering scent. As the burst of breeze passed without offering anything but the dampness of spring, he moved forward once more. The equine only stumbled once in his descent down the other side of the slope, long stalks entangled in one of his forelegs, combined with the wetness that came with the season. However, this did nothing to hinder his balance, for he simply regained it to start once more. Greymarch was not by any means young, especially to the ranks of the average horse, his hide pocketmarked with old cuts he had received in battles, though really he was quite the pacifist. The short messing that served as his mane was missing strands in some places, pulled out by a rival's teeth, and was streaked entirely with white, once having been a rich ash. The stallion was on a journey now, to find not a what, but a who in the expanse of these Isles. Very rarely did he choose to act upon the visions in which he saw, but this was to be an exception. An exception that would make the rule, perhaps, for this would indeed be the first. He was not here to change the future, however, simply play the part that was his own in the grand scope of things. As the Lord of Piazza Di Saggezza, he was not one to act, simply observe, as well as give advise when sought out, which was seldom. As the stag made his way through the marshladen valley of Belle Valle, the petaled ears twitched with wonder, observing the times through the sun, as well as checking the wind. A ghost of a smile haunted his scarred maw, and though he was singing in mind, the lyrics never left his head. Those in these lands would not understand them, for where they came from was a far away place, one which did not serve much purpose here in Isola Dei Dei. Learning tricks he had learned from a Konjou stag many years earlier, he tested the air for spirits, finding quite the strong one approaching. The smile glimmered slightly, and he turned his head so the golden swirls of his markings caught the light. Patience was ever in his nature, so the oddly colored equine moved forth once more, senses reaching forth in expectation. [/color][/center] |
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Post by Vel on Apr 13, 2011 18:26:55 GMT -5
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The young brindled fae galloped across the grassy plains with a large grin on her face. Cosette loved the spring. Everything was just so... perfect. The air was warm, yet it was not an uncomfortable hot. There was always a wonderful sea breeze that would blow across the lands. For the most part the skies were clear during the nights, giving the inhabitants of the island a glimpse of the millions of stars laid out across the sky. This was one of the most wonderful times of the year.
Cosette continued to tear through Belle valle, passing several unhappy mares as she did so. She could never see what the big deal was with those mares. They seemed to hang in Belle valle all their lives and only gossiped and found things to complain about. Cosette just happened to be one of those things that they enjoyed complaining about. Of course, Cosette did not care, but she knew that it could be bad for her father's image. He did lead a very large herd and was a rater admirable figure in the equine, and even avian community. Cosette loved to have fun, but she did hate to make her father look bad.
Another burst of energy coursed through the mare's veins, giving her an extra boost of speed. Cosette shut her eyes and let out a whinny as she bulleted through a groves of trees into another clearing. Only when she opened her eyes did she see the stallion in front of her. Her eyes grew wide as she realised she was probably going to run straight into him. Cosette squealed as she swerved and tried to manage a sliding stop at the same time to avoid him. She fell over into the dirt from her sharp turn and laid there for a moment before jumping up onto her feet and shaking off her coat. She snapped her head around, seeing the unscathed stallion still standing there. "Uh, sorry?" she tried.
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Post by Storeh on Apr 13, 2011 18:50:31 GMT -5
Greymarch felt the immediate change of the winds whistling across his pelting, lodging in the folds of his turned petals, giving the signs of the motions of that which he had already known. The squeal also gave away the positioning of the fea, avoiding him narrowly though he himself could have stepped aside. Hearing the collapse of her bodice upon the watered grounds below, a tedious moment was spent as the stallion stopped, waiting once more for her movement. Listening curiously to her rightening herself, then the voice the spoke with a questioning quality, leaving him searching the tone itself for the true meaning that the words themselves did not offer. Turning his head toward the place where the audios resounded, and where he could only help but think the fea would also be, there was a flickering of smile across his features before the Lord decided it was time he offered words of his own, less they be stuck in the silences forevermore.
'There is no need to apologize, for I should have been more diligent. I do hope you are enjoying the day at such a swift pace you where traveling?'
The stag hinted upon her health more than anything, wishing her the thrills of life moreover than fleeing from demons, which to most would seem more fitting of her gaits. Ears pricked themselves forth as if on command, the winds ruffling his mane as there was a motion for waiting, Greymarch checking her through the guides of her aura, which was buzzing with as much energy as he had ever seen, trying to see her without the means of sight, as he had for many years following the loss of such a seemingly vital sense.
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Post by Vel on Apr 14, 2011 16:46:50 GMT -5
The mare offered him a shy smile as he spoke to her saying that it was he who should be apologising to her. "No, really, its my fault. I was not looking where I was going." she insisted. "I guess I never really grew out of wanting to run around and have fun like this." Cosette said with a small frown. Her father had told her numerous times to 'grow up' a bit and be more responsible. Cosette never saw why he said that. She was the ounget chid of his, no one looked up to her except for her niece and best friend th shy little Fantasma. All her siblings and half siblings were much, much older than she was. Therefore the brindle reasoned that she did not have to 'grow up' as Lassan had always said. Where was the crime in having fun and acting young? If someone could give her three good reasons she would most certainly stop. So far, no one had given her three reasons.
Cosette focused again and began to answer the stallion's question. "I'm in no rush, I just enjoy running around. I find running in the same spots to be boring so I often wander to lands like this to take a few laps y'know? But yes, all is fine. I still feel bad about almost running into you sir, it was truly embarrassing." she said bodly. After a moment of silence the mare decided that it was her turn to ask this colourful stallion a question or two. Since they were here why not have a little chat?
"Anyway I suppose I should introduce myself. I am Cosette from Terra Delle Liberta." she told the stallion. He seemed liek anice fellow, someone that she would want to talk to. Perhaps she could even convince him to come meet her father and form some kind of alliance. Things ike that were desperate;y needed these days, especially from elementals like him. If he was an elemental that is. For all she knew he could be of mixed blood and not even lead a herd for crying out loud. "And you are?" she asked curious to find out about this stallion.
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Post by Storeh on Apr 14, 2011 17:09:51 GMT -5
Greymarch continued to enact the stance he had taken, only raising his head a couple degrees as to better hear the audios that drifted from her maw to offer him. The thoughts she shared were of the pleasing sort, something for him to linger on for the very briefest of moments before passing on once more to another subject better for the kindling. Once more, he interested himself in her tone, the slight change that came with the uttering of her own given name, though he himself already knew full well whom she was, though that was trivial in the grand scope of things. After the question as to his own suite, the Elemental took the smallest of steps forward, bowing his head low, allowing the strands of his cropped mane to fall onto his neck, ears flickering back for the moment in pause. As in another motion, he regained his previous stance, flashing a quick smile that flickered for a moment across his expression before the stag took to speaking his own part.
'I am Greymarch, Lord of Piazza Di Saggezza. A pleasure to meet you Cosette.'
For not the first time in the course of his own history, the Chikoa wished he could see through the blindness of his eyes, though he knew it was a fruitless endeavor. He had seen her once, and that was all he needed to know that the name that passed off his tongue fit her without imperfections. Slightly, his ears flickered, turning his head toward the wind, features contorting into contemplation for a moment as his nostrils flared, sifting through the scents that lingered upon the winds. Turning this new installment over in mind, he turned the brunt of his attentions back on the fea before him, giving an apologenic smile.
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Post by Vel on Apr 15, 2011 16:27:46 GMT -5
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Greymarch. That was an interesting name. An interesting name for an interesting looking stallion. What impressed Cosette even more was the fact that he was the leader of Piazza Di Saggezza. The Chikao were a rare breed as far as Cosette was concerned. When she was younger she had heard wonderful stories about them, as well as the closely related horses who had Time flowing through their veins. It was truly an honour to meet Greymarch. "Pardon my asking, but how many are there of your kind? Last I heard there were so few of you that most of us thought that the Chikao would be extinct in a few years." she explained after she asked him the question that had been jumping around in her head.
"It is truly an honour to meet you Greymarch." she added after she asked what was needed. Cosette never seemed to think out her conversation before she spoke. Words and sentences would come in the wrong order, especially if she was excited like now. It was not everyday that someone would get to meet a full blooded Chikao. "When I was younger, a mere filly, my brothers and I were told stories about your breed and your herd. There were always wonderful things said about everything. When I was little I even hoped to meet one of your kind when I grew up." she told him with a grin. "I guess some childhood wishes do come true after all, don't they?"
The mare suddenly realised how childish she seemed right now, talking fast and acting like a starstruck filly toward him. She could only utter a small laugh direct at herself as she shook her head. "I'm sorry if any of that came off as, well, weird. I guess all of this nice weather has gone to my head."
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Post by Storeh on Jun 6, 2011 11:57:56 GMT -5
Greymarch listened with all the attentions indulged upon the speech now given to his from the mouth of the young mare Cosette standing before him, a genuine acceptance of smile gracing across his features with all the truth etched into his being. Patience extended through the calm as he waited with decided inclusion for the fea to finish the tone resounding through her mind, wandering through her maw when she parted it for conversation. The stallion found it blissful, refreshing, a drawing feature that interested him beyond the usual scope, though the future was looming without the pretense of idleness, she seemed to be staying it off rather well with her tales of memories not yet lost among the drowning pools of tomorrow. Her aura was brilliant, painting a vibrant collection in the mind of Chikao lead as he gave another graceful smile, feeling the pressure of his scars as they stretched taunt across his tattered maw. The wind rose and fell on the last airy word given to him, an apology unneeded, though taken without the tinge of bitterness of olden age. It was not that Greymarch gave her another waning smile, tinged with the creases of humor, before he chose to offer her words of the acute feeling in which he spoke, the laugh she offered sweeter than liquid honey or gold.
'You honor me with your words, Cosette. It is more than a pleasure to speak with you, that I can assure. As for your questions, in all my honesty, there is but one whom I know who holds that same purity of blood as I. Of course, there are others were hold a section of our line, but we are uncommon nowadays.' The stallion paused for a moment, directing his sightless gaze skyward, testing the winds before choosing to continue, mind straightening the lines of thought into sentences. 'I am glad you speak as you do, for editing is never a good thing among those whom have just met. Please, do not hesitate to speak your mind towards me, for I shall never think any less of you." The stag could recite the words, the names, the places, all by heart, the feelings harbored in this place. He could tell her more about herself than she knew, but instead he held his tongue and did not seek to speak any more. Leveling his clouded gaze to where it had once been, he wondering to himself if she knew anything about him other than what he had told. Time would soon reveal this, for this meeting was not yet through.
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Post by Vel on Jun 11, 2011 23:47:56 GMT -5
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If Cosette's skin was visible she would have blushed at Greymarch's next words. "Why thank you Greymarch." she said sincerely with a slight bob of her crown. It meant so much to have something such as that said to her by a horse who was so much... better than herself. Her father always told her that she was such a wonderful girl, that she honoured him. Half the time the brindle just wanted to believe that, but she knew that he only said that because she was his daughter. She was always being told how to act. Do this, do that. Cosette couldn't take it sometimes. Then there were those times where her parents never bothered her. Then again that was a long time ago. Cosette was an adult now. She could take care of herself. The only thing she ever had to keep in mind was that she represented her herd and her father. That was a lot of weight to carry on a young mare's shoulders, for Lassan's herd was one of the largest in the land.
"It might be so hard to be one of the only ones left of your breed." she said sadly. "I know you have other horses to talk to on this island, but there is just something about knowing that you have a companion with similar blood out there that puts the mind at ease. I am nothing special, just a mud-blood, but if I lost my brothers of the same blood, I would feel a loss greater than just that of a loved family member. I admire your strength and ability to make the best of your life instead of mourning over the scarcity of your kind." Cosette was nothing more than a simple Arrat-Arabian cross. Yes, she had elemental blood, but no one had ever taught her how to use the few powers she was left with. To everyone else Cosette was just a regular horse. She was no more special than the random mare in Belle Valle looking for a home.
A smile graced Cosette's features again as the stag voiced his permission for her to be so forward with him. "You know most of my life I've been told that I was 'too bold'. Especially by my mother, sometimes my father, he always says I need to learn when to keep quiet, and my brothers. Sometimes I don't like being the daughter of the herd's leader. I mean my older half sister Shadow will just take over when father's gone anyway so why should any of this matter? I am nothing more than a respected princess in the herd." she said as she rolled her eyes. She was doing it again. "I know you said I could be forward with you sir, but I shouldn't talk of my troubles like that. They are just trivial things that don't bother anyone but myself." Cosette said with a bitter laugh. "Come Greymarch, if you wish. I will take you to my father and leader Lassan. I'm sure he'd be delighted to meet you. After all, he has told me stories of your breed."
The mare looked at the stallion with her bright eyes, eagerly awaiting his answer. She was so full of life, so full of youth and innocence. She had a wonderful life in Liberta with her family. Cosette was truly blessed. She had always known the good in life. Sure bad things were out in the world, but to her they were just stories to make young mares like her cautious. Greymarch had obviously gone through many things in his life, probably some of them very bad. The worst thing Cosette had ever experienced was a severe cold one winter. That was it. Otherwise she really was treated like a little angel, the youngest daughter. Shadow was full grown and had her own life while Kibitala, while grown up, had always made bad choices and ruined her young adulthood. The brindled mare really was the new prized child.
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Post by Storeh on Jul 16, 2011 12:46:47 GMT -5
Greymarch waited without the welcome pretense of unshared patience, listening with the eagerness of attention to the rushing fall of her words, the delicate articulation so easily absorbed by the stag. The ghost of a haunted smile tugged at the white scars of his maw, something to cherish as she continued to speak, making him wonder at the way she choose to do so. It was of little wonder, yes, that she was the daughter of the lead Lassan, with her manners as well as all things considered. The thought was one that almost made the Chikao smile even more, though he held it in reserve for the merest sake of simplicity, ear flickering with little thought of process. Each words was an immaculate gesture, as though to bring lights across the blinded irises. An offer made on her voice, draw from her throat itself, as he waited for the smallest of chances to reply, not void of expression as he weighted the tides. A laugh to dance around his head, mingling with the knowing of what was the come, when it did, he bowed his head. The scarcity of his mangled mane flopped forward with the respectful of boundful manner, the question settle easily. The upturn of lips spread so slightly as he raised his posture once more, wishing to see her again.
'My thanks, Cosette, it would be an honor,"
The words were given on a breath, easy to pronounce in her presence, feeling the air around him changing with the pace of the day. It was the following so cleanly of the cycle set before them, a brisk pulse of fate that tempted forth, beckoning to the stag himself. Her aura made him intrigued, the brilliant light that she radiated, strong enough to trail into his own, a mingling gesture. The smile, the flashing of her eyes, something he could see even blinded. A life filled with the patience of a thousand years spent in a single second on another. He was left to ponder this as the next sentence would be offered to grace the air. There was no apprehension, nerves at a loss for supposition. There was nothing but the knowing, the wonders to settle like wings on the wind. Greymarch was pleased, something akin to the far reaches of the isles.
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Post by Vel on Jul 21, 2011 8:10:04 GMT -5
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Greymarch's simple words made Cosette smile as she did so often. The young mare was always happy. She had lived a wonderful life so far and nothing worth frowning over had really happened to her, other than petty arguments with parents, siblings, and friends. This mare really was a sheltered creature, so delicate in the mind and body. Cosette was the kind of horse who would keep smiling even in times of darkness. She was the light to shine through. Deep in her mind something told her that if things really did turn bad and she had to go out in the real, cruel world as her brothers called it, she would still find a reason to keep positive. By just looking at this stallion's physical appearance, Cosette could tell that he had been through the real, cruel world a time or two and lived to tell about it. She could see in his cloudy eyes that he had been through and seen things that no horse would want to experience. Greymarch truly was a unique horse.
"Well Greymarch, would you care to follow me?" she asked him curiously. "Terra delle Liberta is not far from these lands, over those mountains in fact." she said with a nod of her fine head. "I'm sure that father will be there. He doesn't go out much, and when he does he only goes to find new herds members." the mare continued as her eyes locked onto a raven circling above her. A smile danced on her lips as she realized that it was Giltrent, her father's most trusted friend. She whinnied to the bird and he swooped down to perch on her back. The mare twisted her head around and proceeded to ask him where she could find her father. She nodded and thanked the raven as he told her the location. "Well, this will make finding father a lot easier." she said with a small laugh. "I swear I don't know my way around my own home sometimes." With that said the mare began to walk in the direction of her homeland, looking back to see if the stallion was following her.
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