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Post by ~Snowy on Feb 10, 2013 16:35:40 GMT -5
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[/color] - it's you who gives me strength === - I t truly was a beautiful night, amongst the willow trees and beneath the soft glow of the moon. the deafening roar of the waterfall nearby was strangely comforting, the crystalline waters shimmering beneath the light of the twinkling stars above, the night sky reflecting perfectly off the stream and rippling pond like a mirror of glass. night-birds sang their tunes to the silent wind, while other small and cuddly creatures lay snuggled underground in their comfy nests, blissfully unaware of any going-ons of the nocturnal sort. a soft breeze, cold as the north it came from, floated over and between the willow leaves, bringing with it the first whiffs of spring that would soon fall upon the island, a teasing preview of what everyone had been awaiting for so long. soon the winter would give way to warmer weather, and with it would come the promise of new life and new possibilities. with spring came hope, wonder, joy, and promise. the days were already growing longer, and the nights shorter as the planet leaned in closer towards the sun... sadly, spring wasn't hear yet, and as far as most were concerned, winter still had the island in its grip... and with winter came hardship.
it had been three days. three days since that bloody day where life had been both taken and given. three days since the world breathed a bittersweet sigh as heaven's most innocence angel had descended from god's grace to walk upon the cold, bitter earth. three days since haunted had been murdered and angel of coruscant took her first breath. yet now, it would seem as though it would only be a matter of time until she took her last breath far too early. hidden underneath a willow, sheltered by the leaves of the great tree, the tiny little filly, so delicate and fragile to really be alive, lay resting amongst a patch of soft, fresh green grass, her orbs closed in a restless sleep as she fought off the violent hunger pains that ripped at her stomach. her little figure gleamed unnaturally underneath the dull moonlight, each silver ray softly caressing the sapphire hued threads that decorated the petite flicka, giving her the appearance of something ethereal, something that should be playing amongst the stars and heavens rather than laying beneath them. her tiny little tassel, shaded a mix between the dark velvet blacks and blues, wagged weakly against the ground, tussling the shoots beneath, a little painful squeak passing by her lips as she breathed in the spring night air. daddy and sabby had been gone a long time now, and she'd no idea where they were. all she knew was that they had to go, to lead the bad horses away from her as she was too little and too weak to run. that had been two days ago... and she hadn't seen either of them since.
so here she lay, all alone and practically starving in the dark of night, the worst time a dia could ever be out unless they were safely inside the borders of servo venia. angel hadn't even seen her home yet, and sabby had only had a glimpse of the beautiful land before they had to leave. the reason behind this madness was simple: servo venia was completely empty of equines besides daddy, and to take her there would do no good - angel needed a mare to care for her, otherwise she would succumb to hunger before she even had a chance to live; so far, she had been surviving on the light of the sun, managing to convert it to a temporary energy for her weakening little body, but it wouldn't last for long... dark blue hues, so innocent and bright, stared out at the willow forest, little audits raising upright slowly at the song of nightingale, the only thing that broke through the silence of the night. deciding that she wasn't going to get any sleep anyway, the baby doe rose up from her side to lay on her hungry stomach, orbs silently looking around for the nightingale as a means of distraction. but another hungry rumble from her tummy had her wincing and whimpering pitifully. vainly, she turned her attention to the grass she laid upon and lowered her little dial downward, her baby milk teeth biting against the tough shoots in an attempt at feeding herself. but it was useless; she'd not the physical maturity to digest the grass, let alone the teeth to tear at it.
about a minute passed by of trying to eat the green shoots before the little one finally gave up with a pitiful nicker, her petite serpentine stretching out to lay her tiny head on the ground in defeat. here was, hungry, lonely, in pain; she wanted her daddy and her sabby to come back, for someone to come... she didn't want to be alone anymore. that was when she felt the presence of another nearby, someone she didn't recognize. a little wicker escaped the tiny babe as she raised her dial back up, audits held erect and shimmering orbs blinking out into the darkness. it didn't matter that she couldn't see them, because she knew that there was someone out there... she could feel it...
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Feb 13, 2013 10:47:24 GMT -5
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As Angel lay upon the fresh shoots of grass, a single butterfly danced around the willow tree above her. The insect was a single color and seemed to glow with an unnatural light. As it descended, small streaks of light followed in it's wake, disappearing a moment after. Landing upon the small filly, the butterfly made out of light stood completely still, wings spread out, as if studying the small creature. The creature flickered, then disappeared into the night's air, as a glowing horse came into view, ears tilted forward at the discovery of such a young equine. Deep, chocolate eyes glanced over this glowing horse's shoulder, as she turned her head, motioning for her companion to step forward. Another horse emerged from the darkness, though he kept his distance from the small filly, lowering his head slightly and allowing the wings that sat upon his back to fidget.
The glowing horse also kept her distance, but a small smile crossed over her muzzle as she turned her head back to Angel. "Why, little one, what are you doing out here all alone?" Gentle tones escaped the faintly glowing mare, as an ear tilted forward at the pair's discovery. The ebony stallion standing behind the Dia mare lifted his head, flaring his nostrils slightly. Be still, Tyrael, she's only a babe. So hungry, so weak. I just hope we're not too late," the honey colored mare spoke so softly, it was a wonder the stallion named Tyrael even heard her. But he acknowledged the Dia mare, and kept relatively still.
Chocolate hued eyes looked at the youngling before her, blinking momentarily before another sincere smile crossed her muzzle. Sacred Rapture did nothing else, just stood there and stared at the young filly who lay upon the new grasses.
( sacred rapture tyrael )
( blech, short post.. )
( skyrim ost, part two. )
( three hundred and ten. )
( table [c] lizzeh 2013. )
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Post by ~Snowy on Feb 14, 2013 5:13:29 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true]Angel of Coruscant
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[/color] - it's you who gives me strength === - A soft glowing light from above caught in the blue pools of angel's innocent gaze, the flashing movements drawing her sight range up to where the insect of light danced above her, the movements and beauty of the glow enchanting the tiny flicka almost immediately. she didn't stand up on her spindly pillars and give chase though, as other flickas and babes might be keen to do, rather she let the magical creature come to her, watching as its glowing wings left trails of light, slicing through the darkness of the night for mere seconds to illuminate the atmosphere. gently, ever so gently, the creature then landed upon the flicka's small spine, her tiny crown turning to follow the butterfly's path as it did so. the moment it touched her weakened and hungry little bodice, angel instinctively fed upon it, every fiber of her little being reaching out to grab the particles of light and convert it into energy. it wouldn't be enough to stave off the hunger pain, but it did give her a little more energy than she had before. the presence of the butterfly set angel's robes a light with the softest glow, gentle and soothing like the moonlight above, but then all too soon it was gone, vanished into nothingness without a trace. without the strange creature to occupy her attention, she instead turned her little crown back to where she sensed the presence of another, and was met with the sight of a glowing woman appearing from the darkness.
right away, the littlest dia understood that this maiden meant no threat to her, the feelings of surprise and sympathy flooding over her little figure as she looked up at the strange woman. there was no mistaking that this newcomer was a dia as well, no other breed of horse glowed like that... maybe she knew where daddy and big brothers were? the presence of the knight was also felt, his more cautious aura creeping into the femme's comforting one, instinctively drawing the babe's gaze to the ebonite angel. there was no surprise on the little flicka's features, just innocent curiosity as to who this new male was, and who was this woman. perhaps they could help her? 'why, little one, what are you doing out here all alone?' deep ocean hues turned back to the painted femmora, her little boa stretching as far as it could to reach her new company's eye-line the best she could. ...daddy and brothers ran off. they were fighting off bad horses. they haven't come back yet. she nickered, her innocent soft tones echoing through the night. ...have you seen my daddy? or my big brothers? she implored.
the snort from the larger stag jerked her attention back to him, his nostrils flaring as he raised his dial slightly. 'be still, tyrael, she's only a babe. so hungry, so weak. i just hope we're not too late.' the honey shaded lady addressed the other, her voice, as soft as was, managing to calm her companion enough. however, this time angel's gaze did not leave the large ebony stag, lingering in innocent curiosity as she noticed something she hadn't before. after a moment, she began to push herself up onto her fragile pistons; it took a try or two, but she managed to push herself up off the grass bed and began to move over to the stranger fearlessly, stopping before him and leaning her dial back as far as she could to look up at him. he was so big. you have wings... she nickered, staring the much, much bigger stallion in the eye, her little coat once again setting aglow with a soft light. ...are you an angel mister? she asked.
ooc ;; yet another bleh post, but at least it's up. xD [/size][/blockquote][/color][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Feb 14, 2013 22:44:41 GMT -5
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Head of the Dia mare tilted as the filly spoke, ears tilting back ever so slightly. Bad horses? Sacred Rapture knew that there was evil on Isola, Tyrael had even told her that the legendary Hannibal roamed the lands once more, but she never thought they'd dare harm the Dia. After all, her kind weren't out to hurt anyone. They were just trying to maintain their survival. Of course, Zunden and others probably believed that the Dia were out to gain something out of the chaos the island had been drenched in. A soft snort escaped the glowing mare, her palomino coat dimming faintly as her emotions caught the better of her. She knew of the evils all to well. Fortunately, the mare was stronger than the Arrat that had attacked knew, and was able to overcome her attacker. Fate wasn't so kind for the babe that Sacred was nursing, however. It was the heartbreak that the Dia had never wanted to go through, but she would have to bear with it. For her murdered child's sake.
Chocolate orbs looked at Angel, and a sad look crossed her features. "Sadly, I do not know your father, or your brothers. The only other horse I've run across has been Tyrael." She wasn't going to go into actually seeing the Arrat. The feeble creature didn't need to know that evil lurked so close to the beautiful willow protectors. Sacred Rapture turned her attention to her companion, as the little filly had taken an interest in the stallion. Noticing the young Dia's attempts to stand, the maternal instinct in Sacred was spurred into motion, the palomino taking a step forward, wanting to help. But as Angel made it to her hooves, the immortal mare let out a sigh of relief.
Tyrael, silent as a statue now, watched as the fragile child wandered closer to him, staring up into his eyes. Finally, a small smile crossed the great stallion's muzzle, a chuckle resonating from his silent form. "If you believe there are such things, then yes, I am," Sacred Rapture smiled at Tyrael's words. Of course, the older Dia believed what the winged stallion had told her, how he had come to Isola from the heavens above, cast out by his fellow angels. Even if it was Tyrael's choice to live among the horses of Isola, their reactions only made his departure from the beautiful home he had left behind seem more like a forceful push.
Pale purple wings flowed through the air, as Tyrael brought them from his body. There was no sound emitted, the strands not exactly feathery, more like bands of magic and light combined to the stallion's ebony side. Brilliant blue eyes looked to Angel, as Tyrael lowered his head to get a better look at the Dia foal. "Something tells me you already believe in angels, Angel." The stallion's voice was all knowing, his eyes narrowing curiously at the little girl before him. Sacred Rapture watched their interaction with mild interest. Tyrael had been the one who had felt Angel's distress, the butterfly had only led the way by his will. It was how the stallion had found the Dia mare. He appeared just after the Arrat was dead, emerging from the trees like a ghost.
( sacred rapture tyrael )
( slowly, just give me time! )
( five hour epic music mega mix. )
( five hundred sixty five. )
( table [c] lizzeh 2013. )
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Post by ~Snowy on Feb 19, 2013 1:21:52 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true]Angel of Coruscant
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[/font][/color] - smile and sunlight makes her way to me === - Bad horses. yes, that was why she was here, and why she wasn't with her father and her elder brothers. that was why her mother had gone to sleep before angel had taken her first breath, born in a pool of blood and surrounded by an onslaught of painful emotions; love and life ripped away and happiness shattered so thoroughly that it would take aeons to repair. the great king jedi and his beloved queen haunted, rulers of the dia themselves, had often spoken about having foals of their own, little princes and princesses to run around in the safety offered by the walls of servo venia, a legacy that would attract the dia scattered across the isle back to their homeland as they rallied around their royals. the birth of their firstborn should've been a happier time, joyous and euphoric, the first step to an utopia just out of reach. then fear crashed in, and tourniquet's influence destroyed all hope of joy. the only light that came from the tragedy was that angel was born from their first and only union, and with tourniquet's death, the evil hellion could never instill in her the fear that he had instilled in her mother, a bittersweet revelation but one that the now broken family had no choice but to accept. then once jedi had seen his tiny daughter, he'd fallen instantly in love with her; her coat the exact shade of her late mother's shining blue hue, and immediately she too was enamored by the beautiful and regal king that stood before her gaze when she finally opened her orbs wide enough to see, taken in by the emotions she felt rush over her and recognizing him as 'daddy' once she sorted them out. she had barely given her dead mother a glance during that time, struggling to her footing and nuzzling into her living parent's hold once she could step without tripping, soaking in his love and sorrow and trying to calm him. when she had noticed her mother's cooling bodice though, she had attempted to wake her at first, calling to her softly with nickers and clicking sounds... then stopped when she realized there would be no waking. 'daddy, is mommy sleeping?' she had asked softly, looking back to her father then, and the rush of agony that responded to her surprised her for a moment. 'yes, my little one, mommy is sleeping... let her rest, she is at peace, my little angel of coruscant.' it was a name haunted had absolutely loved in their talks of children, and jedi felt it was an appropriate one for their first... and only... daughter.
after that, he had led her away to meet her brothers, who were battering into the dead tourniquet's body, trying to release their grief and fury at the beast that had taken away the only mother figure they'd ever known. jedi had called them away from the corpse and ordered them to clean up before he introduced them to their sibling. he'd not have her first sight of them be covered in blood, even that of an enemy. it was only after they had just started to bond that the arrats attacked, and separated the family to who knows where, leaving angel all by herself... until now. for a split second, angel felt those emotions she'd felt in her father that day, sorrow and pain, and her tiny crown turned back to the palomino woman, blue visage blinking softly and curiously up at her. little nares sniffed the air around them for a moment, and a growl erupted from her tummy when she caught the scent of milk... coming from rapture. milk meant children... but where was her baby? 'sadly, i do not know your father, or your brothers. the only other horse i've run across has been tyrael.' the palomino dia responded, and angel's little spires, perked alert for any information, fell downward in slight disappointment. she wasn't worried about her father and brothers though - they were strong, they'd make it back, they promised after all. turning her little cranium back to the largest of the three, she watched transfixed as he raised his wings of light, looking more like a dia himself than the angel he really was, and lowered his own regal crown to meet her gaze, a warm smile painted across his features. 'if you believe there are such things, then yes, i am... something tells me you already believe in angels, angel.' a little nicker escaped the babe's throat as he spoke her title, beloved by her father and mother, and a small smile of her own crossed her little features as she stretched her serpentine out and touched muzzles with the much larger equine, her tiny form all but dwarfed by his. she didn't respond, she didn't have to - the angel already knew everything.
lifting her dial back up, the little girl turned back to her fellow dia for a moment, then back to tyrael again, tiny tassel wagging cutely as she spoke up again. ...would you two like to meet my daddy when he comes back? she asked sweetly, innocent hues blinking up pleadingly at them, begging them to say yes. she would love her father to meet these two, and she was certain they'd love it if they met him too. [/size][/blockquote][/color][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Feb 20, 2013 0:19:36 GMT -5
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Tyrael already knew the tragedy that befell the little filly and her family. Knew of the agony and sorrow, saw the fury of the siblings, saw everything. He didn't need to be in sitting in the heavens to know everything. The winged steed could feel everything that happened, sense it within every fiber of his being. And it had threatened to drown him. To push him over the edge and wish to be back with the others of his kind, to be away from the emotions that seem to wreck it's havoc upon the equine folk of Isola. But during his blind stumbling through the willow trees, he had finally come to his sense, when another wave of grief and fury hit him full force. He had stumbled across Rapture and her dead filly, the foal's body lying perfectly upon the grass. Before he could even step closer to investigate, he saw the Arrat's body lying nearby, small flecks of light upon his body. It was clear that the mourning Dia mare had fought back against her attacker.
Smiling at the little filly before him, he flared his nostrils at her as he felt the slight touch of her muzzle. As Angel looked from Tyrael, to Rapture, then back at him, the gentle tones of the little girl were caught in his black ears, and he blinked his glowing blue eyes. Lifting his head, he pondered his answer, and was about to speak until Rapture's sweet melody entered the night air. "If you'd like us to meet him, we will gladly meet him. Besides, I believe it would be about time to come back to the Dias. I've been away for far too long." Tyrael nodded in agreement to the mare's words, although he wasn't exactly an elemental horse like her. He didn't know if the leader of the Dias would gladly accept him.
Ears on the Dia mare shifted, and she glanced over to the little filly. The little child's grumbling stomach hadn't gone unnoticed, and it pained the mare that the little dear was going hungry. Stepping forward, she let out a comforting nicker. "You are hungry, Angel. Come and eat, there is no need to starve."
( sacred rapture tyrael )
( trance paradise episode #025, dark b. )
( three hundred seventy eight. )
( table [c] lizzeh 2013. )
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Post by ~Snowy on Feb 24, 2013 20:43:32 GMT -5
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[/font][/color] - smile and sunlight makes her way to me === - Sad to say, but the term 'hungry' was really an understatement for the little flicka's condition now. three days since her birth, and not a drop of milk to settle her aching tummy; sunlight only went so far in nourishing a dia as well - while adults could indeed survive throughout a week on nothing but pure sunlight, a filly of angel's age and size needed more than that; without a nurse, angel would not survive much longer, and without her father and brothers, the predators that were littered here and there around the area could've easily seen her as a prime target for an easy meal. had tyrael and rapture just kept on their own path, angel would've no doubt met such fates, and her family would've come back to a most horrible tragedy piled upon the loss they'd already suffered. angel was the absolute last link to haunted they had, the last link to the memories and the laughter and the tears they had all shared, the last link to their mother they had failed to save. despite having four children to his name, it was clear from the get-go that angel was perhaps the best choice for the heir to the dia herd; whilst saber and ares were the eldest sons, saber had a spirit for adventure, and ares had made it clear he wanted nothing to do with the throne of the dia. padme, jedi's other daughter - only months old compared to angel herself, was also a candidate, but her mother had not been the queen of the dia like angel's had. quite literally, even if they didn't know it right now, tyrael and rapture were the only things standing between the greatest tragedy the dia could ever know, and perhaps the only things that could usher in a wondrous queen to take over after jedi himself.
sparkling sapphire coat glowed beautifully against the moonlight as shining azure orbs caught the stars in their gaze, reflecting the gems of the night off the lovely irises perfectly, as if the night sky itself had been caught in the child's sockets, tiny little spires perked upright to catch the sounds of the songs sung by her two companions. 'if you'd like us to meet him, we will gladly meet him. besides, i believe it would be about time to come back to the dias. i've been away for far too long.' joy filled the little flicka to the brim at those words and the agreeing nod from the larger of the three, her tiny maw opening and releasing a happy squeal. daddy would love them, she knew he would! another grumble of her aching tummy caught her by surprise then, a small whimper being forced out from her throat as she winced. she almost forgot about it in her excitement. 'you are hungry, angel. come and eat, there is no need to starve.' blue orbs blinked up at the dia mare's nicker for a moment, the little flicka considering the offer, but hunger soon overrode the rest of the thoughts and the little filly stepped closer, her tiny thin form dwarfed by even the mare's as she began to nurse, filling her stomach for the first time in days and feeling the hunger pains leave her. when she'd finally had her fill, the flicka looked up at the mare, a smile crossing her maw. thank you miss, i was hungry. mommy fell asleep before i got up... so i didn't get to eat. she explained, although despite the child like innocence in her voice, it was clear she understood what 'fell asleep' really meant. her little dial then moved around, as if looking for something, before falling back on rapture. ...did your baby fall asleep too? is that why she's not here and why you're so sad? she asked softly.
angel didn't wait for an answer though, because in her little heart she knew. her father had told her a mare would never leave her child unless something bad happened, so what else was there to separate rapture from her child? turning her tiny form around, she rubbed her little dial against the mare's shoulder comfortingly, trying to muster up enough good emotions for the dia woman to feel. her joy that they would meet her daddy, her happiness at finally not being alone, and the curiosity she had of her present company. daddy will be sad too... everyone will. looking up at the dia mare once more, the little voice sounded off once more. daddy will not let anything happen like that again, he's strong and powerful. he'll protect you; when some of the bad horses saw him they went running the other way and didn't come back. she giggled softly. maybe you know my daddy? he's a big white stallion with a golden mane and tail, and blue eyes. she was hoping that perhaps taking the mare's mind off of her foal would help with the sorrow she could feel from her; talking about her father was all she could think of right now though... [/size][/blockquote][/color][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Feb 25, 2013 9:25:27 GMT -5
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Head turned to look at the little filly, chocolate optics watching as the filly debated on eating. When hunger overrode her decision making, the mare let a gentle smile cross her maw. As Angel stepped up to her side, nursing until she was full, Rapture's heart swelled. The little filly made her miss her own child, but the pain wasn't so sharp as it had been. The Dia mare had finally come to terms with her foal's passing, and now was time to stop dwelling on the past, and look forward to a bright new future with others of her kind. Ears darted forward, as Angel stepped to her shoulder, nuzzling it gently. She could feel the child's happiness spreading toward her, and she breathed out slowly, nostrils quivering. ...did your baby fall asleep too? is that why she's not here and why you're so sad?
The question made the mare's heart sink, and her eyes went to her hooves. "Unfortunately, yes. She was so young, so full of life. She was almost like you in a way." The mare's words drifted off, and she looked up as Tyrael had taken a step toward her. Blinking her chocolate eyes, she breathed in deeply, placing that same gentle smile upon her lips. At the mention of Angel's father, ears perked up, chocolate eyes widening. "A white stallion you say? With a golden mane and tail? There was no doubt in her mind, Rapture knew the stallion the little filly was talking about. Sensing Rapture's sudden change in mood, Tyrael's ears flicked back, and he snorted into the cool night's air.
"If anything does try to come at us before your father comes back, we're here to chase them away." At his words, his wings fluttered through the air, the strands of purple magic weaving and intertwining. Tyrael knew how to fight, he had done it too many times before. And he knew, despite the sadness that had gripped Rapture due to her filly's passing, the Dia mare was capable of handling anything that was thrown at her.
( sacred rapture tyrael )
( trance paradise episode #025, dark b. )
( three hundred sixty six. )
( table [c] lizzeh 2013. )
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