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Post by Wolfie on Mar 20, 2012 20:56:25 GMT -5
Daniaya.
Two times I loved. Two times, I lost. [/b] The placid mare stood on the beachfront, just far enough from the waves that they did not touch her hooves. It was late evening, and the sun was an enormous orb perched upon the oceans horizon. The sky was morphed into many different shades of gold. Bronze offset the striking cream color, and some sections seemed nearly russet. It was a tranquil atmosphere, serene and calming, and it was just the type of near fairyland broken hearts voyaged to. The buttermilk colored mare stood still as statue as she indulged in the soft scent of sea salt that was carried on waves of ocean wind. It was here her mind could clear itself of the negative ghosts of pain that haunted her memories.
First Orpheus, albeit she abandoned the stallion on her own accord, it did not stop the guilt that hung low in her stomach. He was a cold stallion with a corrupt mind, but he had vowed his love for her, however twisted it was, and she had denied it from his already broken soul. She would never let that go, even if she did leave for her own sake. Living with the unstable, ticking time bomb that was Orpheus, would have been hell. And her feelings simply did not match his. She left him in cold blood at the time, and now she was to regret it forevermore.
But what caused the fae's heart to ache now was the year long disappearance of her newest love, Vaiveatoish. He was kindred within her and like two star crossed lovers their souls intertwined in a way she could not shake, and they fell in love as soon as their tired eyes fell upon each other. Both lost, both shattered, made for each other in every way. She missed him everyday and her lament did not end. She now stood on the very sand, of the very beach where she first met the almost alien-like stallion - he was an elemental king, nearly ghost like, with an undeniable odd aura wafting from his off-white frame. He was truly something rare, as was the connection the two shared. With his disappearance, the mutual wavelength between them burnt out, and her heart yet again was left hollow.
Now only the sound of the rolling ocean waves rolling over small shells upon the shore could fill her emptiness.
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Post by ~Snowy on Mar 21, 2012 0:08:46 GMT -5
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[/color] - hear my whispers in the dark === - Empty, bitter, tortured... there were so many things that could be used to describe the feelings that plagued a soul; when compared against the wondrous beauty of the spiagga del nord, such feelings would be considered out of place. not a single cloud in the sky painted in brilliance, yet happiness seemed to elude the lonely. the golden sands felt soft beneath the footfalls of sharp daggers, stained with fire and blood; the feeling of unworthiness creeps up the spine, the sense of defiling the untouched wonders of these lands with one's mere presence truly almost too much to bare. winter's cruelty was fading away in these last short days, the nights growing shorter and shorter each circle the sun made from east to west over the horizon. days grew longer, hotter, brighter... flowers were starting to peak through the earth where the grass was fertile, the ocean that lapped at the waves and the rivers that spilled from mountains beginning to warm up slowly with every passing hour. spring was well on its way, there was no doubt about that. storm systems would be brewing out over the ocean, the terras would grow more dangerous as activity began to pick up amongst the equine herds, and so forth. fights for breeding rights would break out no doubt, darks against lights, lovers against stealing brujos, all out war would soon be upon the isles as the breeding season took hold of all senses. how grandly confusing was it that during the most beautiful time of the years that the injury and death toll just seemed to rise? it was strangely ironic if one thought about it though; with new life came unintended death, equivalent exchange it seems. he wondered if it would be the same in servo venia right about now...
an almost amused snort escaped the bleeding nostrils of the time-worn brute as he moved over the golden sands of the beach shores, black tassel whipping against his flank in spite of the sea-faring gales that threatened to overtake the strings of wire hair and attempt to carry them off with them to parts unknown. orbs of ice flickered against the dying sunlight, shimmering bay and white silks sparkling like topaz and opal in the waning rays as he continued onward, to parts unseen and secret places unexplored. he cared not where his talons led him, as long as they just kept him moving. while he was moving, he wasn't thinking, and when he wasn't thinking, the deep-seated guilt he felt was pushed as far back as it could be into the recesses of his mind. blue gaze flicked upward towards the open sky for a moment, warm drops of crimson liquid falling from his muzzle and staining once pristine white a sticky vivid orange that looked truly sickening, but it went ignored as his thoughts traveled back to his brother's home terras. as if his brother's peaceful range was anything but peaceful even in these times. the perlino stag would no doubt fight to keep it that way too. sith would've done the same if he still chose to walk those lands. the belle valle was the homeland of their ancestors, the first dia of the isles, but servo venia was much more beautiful, much more fertile; a true treasure and restful place for one of the rarest breeds to ever walk the world. perhaps things could've been different... but jedi's view of their new home's rankings was skewed.
when both brothers found servo venia, it was reason to celebrate, to enjoy life free of cares for as long as they could. those days passed by so quickly... then came the question on who would rule the dia, which brother would rise and which would serve. jedi would hear nothing of it; he wanted both of them to rule, side by side, equal in power and influence. jedi's heart was in the right place, but to sith, his mind wasn't. a land could not have two kings, and he voiced his opinion to jedi immediately. it didn't sink in, the perlino still thought he could rule with his brother in equality, so sith took matters into his own talons. he challenged his brother, the battle where the winner would take the lands for themselves, where the strongest would lead the dia back into the history of isola. jedi refused for the longest, but the battle couldn't be put off forever. both brothers fought there, in servo venia, underneath the sun and at their fullest strength... and jedi came out victorious. the stronger brother proven, sith gave his injuries time to heal and then left in the dead of night, when his elder brother was sound asleep at his side. that was so long ago, yet it seemed like only yesterday when he had betrayed his brother's trust. he'd yet to meet up with his twin since then, and he wasn't looking forward to the day when they would cross paths again either. the island was large, but only just so... they would cross paths again, it was just a matter of when.
giving his dial a harsh shake, sith willed himself to escape those thoughts, to push them back into the dark corners of his mind and not bring them up again. the sting in his over-taxed nostrils was beginning to become bothersome after so many hours, and while he'd rather the bleeding stop on its own rather than attempt something that may make it worse, he was certain there were some pesky grains of sea sand irritating the broken capillaries even further; if he wanted relief, he'd have to wash it out, and the faster the better. without breaking his slow and easy stride, the bay overo dia turned towards the ocean waves, stepping out into the surf where it was just deep enough to immerse his muzzle. a hiss of pain escaped through clenched ivories as he lowered his muzzle into the cool salt water, holding his breath just long enough to clear out his breathing pathways and small injuries from any irritants. if he took notice of the beautiful mare standing nearby, he didn't show it. he was alone, and quite frankly, he wanted it that way... after all, what would a traitor have to say to anyone right now?
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Post by Wolfie on Mar 22, 2012 21:37:24 GMT -5
Daniaya.
I'd rather be alone
If I can't have you right now
I'll wait, dear [/size][/color] Not a day went by when Vaiveatoish didn't cross her mind. Her heart cried out for him until it could no longer bear the pain and then it dropped from Daniaya's bodice and ran away. It left her with nothing but bitter loneliness and a stoic attitude. She needed him. He tamed her, he made her believe in hope. Tears strolled down her off-white face many a night, as she coped with life without him. If she couldn't have him right then, she'd wait here at Spiagga Del Nord until he returned. And if he never did, she'd die here. Because by now she knew he was a part of her, a part that would always be.
The waves crushed the rocks, seagulls made their calls. The sun was nearly gone and a few early stars peeked through the almost dark sky veil. Daniaya found solace in the stars. She had met Orpheus, the dangerous stallion who promised her that she would always be the one he loved, under a starry blanket. And under a similiar starry night, she had left him. Months later she traveled to the beach where she met Vaiveatoish, guided by the stars. They made her feel close to what she had lost. They healed her, they decorated her pale coat with a display of sheer beauty. She felt alive when the stars danced above her.
Soon enough, they were out and the land was well-lit by a beautiful full moon. It was dead winter, and though the air was a bit crisp, the beach always retained enough heat to be comfortable. What with the combination of a beautiful night, good weather, and a healing soul, the dun mare felt alive. And, convinved she were alone, she set off into a large strided, floating trot near the edge of the sea, allowing it to nip at her hooves as she danced. She had not done this in at least two years. It felt releasing - she flagged her tail, arched her neck, and strode along the beach front without a care in the world.
A gust of wind brought a musky scent to her flared nostrils - it smelled of dried blood, sweat, desperation, guilt ... it also smelled distinctivly of stallion. Daniaya halted in her tracks and turned slowly to the scent - and before her, quite a ways away - she saw a painted stallion illuminated by the moonlight. For a split second she almost thought it was Orpheus - a dangerous, confused looking pinto stag - but it was not. Though however similiar. Fate seemed to enjoy throwing wayward stallions at her doorstep. Yet all she could really do was stare in his direction, ears perked in order to detect every sound he made, and wait. If he was a claiming stallion, she would fight to stay here at the beach. She promised herself she would wait here, for Vaiveatoish, she'd wait forever.
Time ticked on, and she waited.
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Post by ~Snowy on Mar 23, 2012 8:11:43 GMT -5
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[/color] - i'll light the night with stars === - By the time the half-bred dia looked up again, light had all but died away from the world, blue skies trading in for ebonite heavens and golden sunlight fading away to white starlight and silver moonlight. serpentine straightened upright as the blood bay male lifted his muzzle from the sea, the blood flow having been stunted at last; the only traces that there had been any injury now only a murky stain against the crystal ocean and a slight scent on the warm breeze. the brute snorted air from his nostrils harshly, ridding himself of any lingering seawater that still clung to his muzzle, and then raised his blue gaze heavenward, impassive and uncaring as he tried to count the stars in his gaze. the pale lights of the night sky played at his silky robes with teasing fingers, setting the overo aglow in a vivid display; every part of him was alight. his onyx tresses, his bloody and pristine coat, even his icy orbs seemed to shine all their own, a testament to his bloodline, however diluted it might be. time seem to still as he stood there, the crashing waves tickling his pillars as they swept upon the shoreline and the stars reflecting off his sight, and for a silent moment, he imagined what it could be like if the sea could carry away all his sins, his betrayal and his regrets. he wondered what it could be like if he could swim out and away from the island, away from the past and from his fucked up life. a cruel, condescending laugh suddenly sounded in the air, as if someone had read his thoughts and knew better that those scenarios were all but impossible; lowering his gaze from the sky, it took a moment to realize that the laugh had come from his vocals. even he knew those thoughts had no place here; the isola was a place where one like him could never escape from, a lonesome prison with steel bars... never did he ever think he would end up like this...
the stag's ruby audits flicked back alertly at the sound of soft splashing that did not belong in the ocean. aquamarine gazers slowly blinked towards the source, finding the woman from before standing there upon the border of water and land, alert and staring at him with a tense air. the starlight graced along her pelt in a similar way to his, but with a different tone when compared to his dia shine. still, she was quite the beauty though, even a half-blind fool wouldn't be able to deny that, and many a brute would be slicing at throats in order to claim her as his own... except for sith's revenge. he wasn't seeking women that way, he'd neither the time nor the patience to deal with them, and sooner or later most maidens would expect to bare children by their claimers. the very thought of a foal baring his bloodline almost made sith gag in disgust. he was no father, nor was he a lover; not like his brother, whom the children flocked to with adoration in their hearts and whom ladies desired so fiercely. it had always been that way, and sith found no reason to change it anytime soon. besides, a mare or foal under his care would mean finding a herd or band to keep safe in; sith had never done well with groups anyway. these were the thoughts that crossed his mind as he prepared to move off and leave the woman to her own devices... then that damned pickle at the front of his brain halted any movements he may have made. oh, how could he forget the other reason he hated groups? the dia breed's great sense of empathy. both jedi and sith had it, the ability to feel another being's emotions, even from the distance that was between the two equines right now. and that was wherein the problem now started; he wanted to walk off, wanted to leave and leave in a hurry, but those feelings he was feeling from the mare; depression, great sorrow, pain; kept him rooted in the surf. dia instinct told him to help, whilst his rational mind told him to run. why, oh why now did the fates decide to cause him grief?
in the end, the instincts that had been bred into him by his bloodline won out, the vivid emotions and his obvious stupidity too much to fight against. crystal talons splashed against the foaming surf as he stepped onto dry land, white and ruby gleaming ever brighter against the water drops that clung to his pillars, like little crystals and diamonds made of glass. audits were pressed against his crown in annoyance at his actions as he breathed in the seaside air and released it in an attempt at calming himself down, coming to stand just feet away from the dainty mocha damsel that was giving off these depressing emotions. "...can i help you, ma'am?" he nickered, regarding her with a critical eye; that was how he noticed some water stains upon her face that didn't seem to come from the surf. so, she'd been crying... damn, just what he needed to add on to all this crap... [/size][/blockquote][/color][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by Wolfie on Apr 3, 2012 22:15:58 GMT -5
Daniaya.
Trouble, I have seen your eyes
And I can see death's disguise
Hangin' on me [/size][/color] The beach was cold at night, and Daniaya shivered from both the cold and her own nervousness. Of all things the mare wanted to see, a battered looking stray stallion was not one of them. She watched him as he was consumed with the waves, and she wondered if he would be taken far out to sea. Before, yes, before Vaiveatoish, before Orpheus, she may have tried to help, but now she simply just watched. His painted hide reminded her of the past and that somewhat calmed her, that and a mixture of the salty air and the starry blanket above her. It was such a blissful time that she often was able to forget her pain.
He moved towards her, and at first she braced, but then allowed herself to relax. Time had numbed her heart, time had taken away her health, time had taken the shine from her coat and the light from her eye. She had fought long and hard not to be consumed in her sadness, but she had lost that battle. So when this stallion approached her, she simply stayed put, ears perked towards him.
'You seem to need help yourself.' These words were so bold they would have shocked her if she wasn't so stoic these days. It wasn't for from the truth, either. He himself looked a lot like her. He looked lifeless, in pain both emotional and physical. Lost. She would feel for him if empathy was still on her side, but those abilities were long since lost. Not even this beach could bring out any feeling from her, any sense that she was even still alive. But in the end, she couldn't deny some brief company was nice, even if the stallion was a bit of a ragamuffin on the edge.
[/size][/color] Trouble oh can't you see
You're eating my heart away
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