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Post by Storeh on May 25, 2012 12:26:13 GMT -5
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Crystalline beads of fallen snow clang to her pelt of summer, droplets to reflect the grey of the skies, akin to the ashes tasted on her tongue. Eyes to behold the threads of the mist weaving their way to the shoreline, winter air dry in her lungs, choking her with each breath. The swollen curve of her stomach gave mere appearance to what the native mare knew, her offsprings movements slow in the dawning of another still day. Sorrows lifted her sculpted head to bestow sight to the heavens, light eyes wandering, mind wondering when the seasons would break and shift as the ice did into the waters. Her hide shivered slightly with the cold breath of wind, but it chilled her not to the core. Our Lady of Sorrows was used to the temperament of the isles, to their sighs and moans, understanding of the sorrow that was grained into the snows. Petalled ear twitched slightly as she rightened herself, gazing out into the expanse with wonder. It was here that most of the outlanders made their first steps, were born into the natures of her homeland. Would it not be fitting for her foal to be birthed equally on these sands, tasting the waters of rebirth as he breathed his air? Sorrows shook her crown at such thoughts, knowing she must move onward into the isles, across the lands. If she were to stay, her foal could be put into dangerous way, as was the custom of carelessness. Fate was not cruel to those who heeded the laws of the land, and the mare was not blind to these things. Her nostrils flared with the exhale, gracing the frigid surroundings with mist.
As wonderful as her thoughts of such things may be, the fea was not one of whimsical action. The herd to which she called her roots taught her the importance of movement, a trait that made her soul wander. Even now as she lowered her head to the sparse vegetation that bordered the sheltered seas, the time was coming for her departure. Before this place had called her close, she had been residing in the land of Rocas inland, where she had shelter as well as a place, as broken as it may be. Though, when the stallion Anil had left her there without remark of leader to speak, the young Cavallo Dell'Isola moved on once more. A home was something one carried within themselves, and the lady was more than certain her offspring would come to understand this as well, in time, if not in birth. Time was the companion to the mare as well as the bane, tempting her mind with the ways of travel. It was her blood now that called for her departure, her instincts, twisting her way into something substantial. It was not a vague inclination, more of a pressing need. Her ivories stopped in their chewing, her neck lifting once more to the surroundings. The air was ripe with the tang of the oceans, something to which she could never be tired of. It filled her lungs as well as her ears, the song of the surf like a lullaby. The day was rising, the sun shrouded still in the clouds, and Sorrows began to say her farewells.
There was a kick from within, making her flinch and then smile, reaching back to nuzzle the swell. Once her dam had said that a mare glows when carrying their offspring, especially the first. In the herds, there was no assigned mates, but when the mare was expecting, love was in each moment. The shine of the love for the child, if not for the sire. Perhaps this was why St. Jimmy had stepped out of her life with incident, the reason she felt she had not been wronged. It was no betrayal, merely the way of her breeding, and love was all she felt for her unborn. Her firstborn. Again the smile spread across her muzzle, carrying acros her features as she turned once more to give breath to the air. The world had awakened from its state of sleep, still grounded in winter, but alive. Sorrows could feel it in all that surrounded her, inside her, sleeping and restful. Her being longed for the plains of the summers, the rains of the spring and the leaves of the fall. Yet all living things had their place on the isles, just as the Elementals had their Lords and their lands, and the fea could be as patient as time. Time had carried her foal and given her strength, the gods heeding her prayers. Each step was a blessing from them, just as the scars on her roan pelting where a reminder of luck. Our Lady of Sorrows thanked the gods for those who she had met, those who had given her hope. Grey eyes shut themselves from the sight of the world as she gave grace to such thoughts. St. Jimmy she thanked for their foal. Anil she thanked for his protection. Call Me Jack she thanked for his kind words. Her dam and sire for their meeting. The days were passing before her eyes like years shed from skin.
A season was all that stood between.
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Post by ~Snowy on May 25, 2012 13:13:47 GMT -5
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[/font][/color] - after the rain the sun will reappear === - S orrow and joy go hand in hand it seems; winter turns to spring, the day turns to night, things always turn one way or another. the sea crashed upon the shoreline with a power that even the strongest of beings could never hope to obtain, grains of sand floating out into the sea as water clung helplessly to the edge. the splash of the brine was as frigid as the air, winter's grip still as strong as it ever was. crystals of ice dropped from the clouds at a slow pace, gently falling to the earth with all the elegance of a swan, joining the millions before that lay thickly on the ground. today everything seemed to be blanketed with nature's frozen tears, save for the sands of the beach. defiant evergreen trees held onto their shoots and leaves, all of which were either covered in heavy snow and frozen in a layer of ice. other trees were completely bare, dead to the world till the spring warmth could come and awaken them once more. chilling winds whipped out from the sea, bringing with them bits of sand and ice that stung as they slashed at flesh in irritating fashions. to one new to these lands, it would be quite a frightening sight, but for one who had lived in these conditions for as long as he had, it was only the beginning of a much greater time to come. pristine robes, the color of the purest of ivory and diamond, shimmered unnaturally in the dull sunlight, golden banners glowing with an untainted light as talons coasted the swell. crystalline eyes of ice blue were closed off to the earth, a calmness overcoming the beautiful beast's figure as he walked the paths he has known for years. to others, he is a man to fear and revere, to stare at in awe or run in fright from, depending on one's mindset to elementals; he is the lord of the dia, but to those who know him, he is simply 'friend'.
the sea splashes icy water against his pillars as he walks down the shoreline, the chills raking his bones and sending sharp signals up to his mind, but he pays them no mind. heated clouds of carbon shoot from his nostrils as he shakes the sand from his banner, audits lowered back in contentment. all he knows is that it is good to escape from the lonely walls of servo venia for a moment, to feel the ocean against his hide and hear the gulls cry instead of the echoes that come from the mountain range. yet he doesn't complain about his loneliness, the emptiness of his home and the void of losing his family. he would never burden anyone with those things. but he would love to know their troubles, to hear of their pains and woes just so he can try and mend them, protect them from the world outside that seeks to harm them. that is who jedi is; defender, knight, lord, protector, there isn't anything he wouldn't do for someone under his care, or someone he's just met even. time after time, he's thrown himself in harm's way to save a life, fought for the weak when he didn't have any good reason to, and he'd do so again in a heart's beat. but for now, there is no dragon to vanquish, no dark knight to battle, just him and sea and the sun.
his audits perk upwards as his orbs reopen, icy blue hues shimmering with wisdom beyond his years as the footfalls of another walking his direction. he pauses, raising his dial higher to see what or whom is coming his direction, and a gentle smile crosses his maw as the sight of a lovely mare walking the path catches his sight. she is no dia as far as he can tell, but the swell of her middle and the glow of her features is one he's seen before. new life for the spring it seems, maybe sooner - what a joyous occasion! he makes no movement as he awaits for her to reach him, his friendly and gentle smile still upon his maw as he wickers in greeting. "hail m'lady. lovely day for a walk isn't it?" he asks politely, his baritones soft but strong.
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Post by Storeh on May 25, 2012 14:02:34 GMT -5
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The world bows to thus give grace to the meeting of kindred souls, the paths cutting through the bowers of life’s expanding tree, labored branches arching then low enough to bear fruits. Audios resounding as greeting to make, drawing forth the delicate curve of a petaled ear. The mare had, as of her later days, grown accustomed, if not exceedingly fond, of the meetings of others upon her journeys. To exchange even a pair of words with another was the spin the spider’s web, to bond two into the elaborate story that was written in the seasons. A book that was told through the lips of many, along the veins that ran under skin, seeping into the earth. Behold this stag before her she then did, voice moving through her alert mind, grey hued eyes wishing to put features to sound in connection. The sight of him stirred the memories of Elementals, ones whom she had strayed upon and bore witness to. Sorrows did not need any more of a fomral introduction to thus understand his standing, his mere manner and posture bringing to light these things. Breeding, though essential in ones own right, meant little to the mare in comparison with his warm. The smile he offered warmed her heart, soon to be returned by her own in full. It was the bringing of a brightness that she could not help but share. Her ears once more tilted forth, recalling the words and becoming fully attentive to this stallion.
‘Pleasure to meet, my Lord,’ ‘After the soft spoken words had cascaded from her maw, the line of her neck arched delicately to incline her head to the stallion in formal regard. The smile that had so rooted itself upon her features did not fade as she gave her greeting. After a ephemeral beat of the heart, she returned once more to her taken stance, eyes taking in his features without hindered regard. It was merely to add a picture to the memory of this day, to memorize what made this stag who he may be. It mattered little of his position or rank, as considerable as they may be. Her mind remarked upon the splendor of his eyes, allowing her own to spark. ‘Yes, the weather is quite amiable for the season. I rather enjoy the beaches during this time of the year.’ The gaze that she had thus far bestowed upon to whom she spoke shifted to the outer reaches of the water, the expanding horizon and still mirror of the waters. It was always something to remark on, indeed, with its own sort of untamed perfection. Windless days gave it true justice, even when the surf rose with reaching tide. Ears pricked slightly toward the sounds of the waters in communication, shushing the earth with its fingers, scraping back into the waters. Once more Sorrows inhaled the scent of the waters beyond, closing her eyes to savor the pressure of the moment. Not the pressure of the breaking, but the building of an encounter suited to tempt the mind as well as tongue. One to press the knowledge and pass the chambers of throat.
A momentarily point in time set aside for the listening, a voice before her that she sought then to listen to. These were the binding foundations, the makings of a day that had the workings of truth set into its roots. A seed that was planted with the first words uttered, now tended with presence of mind. The mare, indeed, had thirsted for conversation for the while, missing the tales from her family not forgotten in the lands. The days of the high summer had long since passed the world by, the shade of the trees now open to the snows. It was another mere memory that was paling with age, stepping aside for the new that sought to make it fade away. Then native fea did not allow herself to be overcome with the emotion of remembering, though it was hardly a sin to recall fondly what used to be. The stallion at presence was to which her mind now owed its alliance. Smile washed inside her chest, her eyes once more fond his own features with ease, as though it had never even been a moment since they left. Her bodice had warmed with the speaking of words, and her attentions dare not stray from the other now that the anchor was set. Hungering, as it were, for the other’s consideration. The clouds above had broken with the announcement of day, spilling their wondrous light onto her autumn pelting to warm it. WIth the wind carrying the strands of her multihued mane, her grey eyes focused to the Elemental.
For what it was worth, it was worth all the while.
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Post by ~Snowy on May 25, 2012 16:11:05 GMT -5
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[/font][/color] - it's out of the silence that songs come to be === - S trong waves crashed upon the rocks nearby as the sorrel woman finally reached his position, a smile that seemed to light up her entire being crossing her maw in response to his own. her joy seemed contagious, as the pristine lord of servo venia couldn't help his own smile widening, crystal orbs shutting for a moment before reopening to meet her own gray hued ones. and why not? surely if anything was worth rejoicing in, was it not the joy that came with new life? the world was a cruel and cold place, he'd lived long enough to know this much, but there were things - love, birth, random acts of compassion - that made life worth living on this cold earth. as she gently inclined her dial in greeting, he mimics her actions, gently dipping his crown to her. her sorrel silks glittered with clinging snow, dulling the vivid color with water, but she still seemed to shine almost as brightly as if she were a dia herself. she returned his greeting in soft tones, lyrics of a song that seemed to caress one's audits, before she set upon searching over his features, committing everything around her to memory. "i believe the pleasure is mine, m'lady. it's been a time since i've found someone to speak with." he wickers, his orbs taking in her own features before descending to the swell of her middle, the light of his gaze shimmering ever brighter.
as she spoke of the weather and turned her attention out to sea, he couldn't help but follow her example, boa twisting to gaze out into the open ocean. the salty air of the sea had a tangy taste to it, fresh but musky as he breathed in and out softly, tassel lazily swaying behind him. it wasn't often he got to see it anymore; his terras were surrounded by mountains, cut off from the world to make its own. to see the great ocean once more brought on a sense of humility to his heart, at how small he was compared to the rest of the world, how... insignificant he could become within only a moment. he turned his attention back to the woman once more not long after, his smile softening as he spoke once more. "please allow me to offer my congratulations to you, m'lady. the birth of a new life is always a great celebration." he nickered humbly, dipping his dial to the maiden as he spoke. jedi himself loved foals, and the joy they could bring to even the most hardened hearts; he himself had yet to become a father to any, but it was an experience he both looked forward to, and feared. that this woman was to take the step into motherhood must be of similar feelings: fear of the unknown, but overwhelming happiness all the same. "i am titled as jedi's return, but i'm called jedi by everyone. may i ask your blessing?" he asks curiously, audits perked forward for her answer.
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Post by Storeh on May 25, 2012 16:52:15 GMT -5
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The winds from the sea swelled into the air, dancing across the pale scenery to mingle with the equines as they made their chosen stance upon the coastline. Raising her crown with the dueness of respect, an obligation when considering the exchange, the mare observed the minimalist of expression, the shift of smile across features. Elementals were always of intrest to watch, mysterious in their own unique ways that the rest of the isle sang praise under breath for. Even outside such lands blessed with their passage, equines span stories of feats, of the demons of fire and beings of purest spirit. That who stood before her was neither of these, though he radiated the untainted light that marked him almost an illusion. With pelting that shimmered with almost incandescent brilliance, Sorrows was left to draw her own conclusions as her ears intently caught the smooth silks of his voice. Painting, as it did, brillance in her expectant mind, colors of such vivid description that she could practically taste their very substance. Words and tone made mark gentlemanly of this stallion, displaying so elaborately a mater work of art that the mare was nearly enraptured. Though hardly new to such exchanges, it was extremely easy to go through the usual implications and motions when speaking to another equine. Thus she strived to be intent, to digest these movements, moments, and thus she did. His calling was another layer to the image, to the picture, his comments dancing sparks through her mind. Jedi's Return. It was a name all its own, her mind rolling it around and savoring its uniqueness, the newness of these gestures.
'I give you thanks for your kind words, my Lord,' The sculpted head once more inclined upon smallest gesticulation to the stallion, grey eyes blinking downward in show of humble truth. Spoken as such, it was the truth that passed her tongue, and flowed through each smallest word. Her head raised from bow once more with the spark of eyes to contact, the small returning so briefly to her maw after the soft tones of her voice subsided. 'Our Lady of Sorrows,' Her ears flickered back slightly, eyes tracking elsewhere from his own for the moment, head dipping ever so. 'My usual calling, however, if it so pleases you, is Sorrows.' There was, once more, the return of the smiling gesture, though it was in the air of civility rather than need, the warmth inside of her not fading with the speech. Each fleeting second that was shared sparked in her manner something more, with the seeds of familiarity starting to unearth themselves. His eyes, the astonishing color of them, simply drew her own. The way his hide shimmered as though with captured sun made her think of the summer days that were so familiar. His words were the equal of the dawning spring, making her wonder more about this mysterious stallion, his calling so new to her tempted mind. It made the truest of smiles break her maw once more, eyes sparking with the light of his own stance. The truth, as well as the time that it took between them to reveal itself, would prove extremely sweet to the mare.
Said before as it may that when coming upon strangers it is best to then have as little to do with them as possible, it was not the taken way of the native herds. It was not the true way of the Cavallo Dell’Isola, and therefore not the way the mare had been raised to act. The island herds spread their stories to the four winds with each breath they took, weaving elaborate truths ripe with the things they had known and seen, the journey of all to all. To leave at this very moment with the full knowledge of this encounter was becoming increasingly unthinkable. Our Lady of Sorrows was interested beyond the usual scope with this stallion. From the nature of his name to the mere background of his existence, she was obligated to find out as much as she was able with the limited time they had pressed for such.Elemental magic seemed to seep from his very being, making the air ripe with its aura. Power radiated from him in the strangers of ways, for the mare was not frightened, nor feeling any lingering unpleasantness. She was at complete ease, and in truth, the child within her stirred with the strangest of emotions. This, too, drew a smile to lift on her features. The foal was interested as well, then, in this encounter, his movements and stirring causing the fea to feel a new sense of purpose. She reached back to nudge the swell of her barrel once more, before the grey orbs once more settled back to their comfortable place upon the stallion. Her head tilted and the smile grew from the heart to light all it touched. A wonderful feeling, it was, one that she strived to share with him. There was much joy in this so fabled a meeting, and the gods seemed to smiling down upon them from above. It warmed her to the soul.
Such a day was this that even the gods could smile.
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