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anyone; - Castile - 04-09-2020 and underneath the layers, I find myself asking what's left a hollowed out form, the skeleton of a ghost, the pitiful echo of what once was castile homeboy is currently a chestnut with a blaze, 4 white stockings, and brown eyes so that he isn't as easily recognized. he's taking a breather from life lol RE: anyone; - Nashua - 04-09-2020 NASHUA He seems to have acquired his mother’s talent for slipping through the cracks and shadows between the Taigan Redwoods. On a late summer afternoon when something has distracted her, Nashua wanders away from his twin brother and dam - more determined than the last time he had crept away to try and learn his fledgling wings. The flaxen colt flicks an ear occasionally behind him, waiting for the sounds of the familiar strides that don’t come. In the beginning, he thinks it's because of the thousands of pine needles under hoof. It is sometimes hard to hear a horse approaching on the Taigan trails, he is learning. Eventually, the cushioned ground gives way to different surfaces. Nashua stops then, realizing he has gone too far to go back and know his way home. (North, he is supposed to go North but which way was that?) He doesn’t recognize the Mountains that keep guard around him. His green eyes become worried but then - then, he hears it! The River is talking to him - bubbling and beckoning. Mama had always said follow the River. It always leads somewhere. Nashua hugs the banks of it, curving and winding by its side like he should his mother’s. Loess and the Forest linger unknown to him on his right. To his left sprawls out the Meadow and learning that the trees here are wrong and not nearly as impressive as those of his home, the pegasus colt instead walks through a crowd of strange horses. His earlier determination at learning how to fly fades away with each new face and his stride becomes more eager, fluid as he takes in the sights and sounds around him. It's full of strange horses. And strangers have proven to be rather fascinating lately. The stallion with four socks might think he has no story but Nashua sees something else. He’s a stallion who looks very much like him. He stops in front of the grazing horse, regarding him with pricked ears and bright green eyes. "You should have wings,” Nash says as if the stallion could craft them from thin air. Grinning, he adds, "then we’d almost match.” Apart from his flaxen mane, his emerald eyes, his gold stripes that is. But overflowing with childhood enthusiasm, the boy has momentarily overlooked those (not so minor) differences. and for every king that died they would crown another html © castlegraphics @[Castile] RE: anyone; - Castile - 04-11-2020 and underneath the layers, I find myself asking what's left a hollowed out form, the skeleton of a ghost, the pitiful echo of what once was castile @[Nashua] RE: anyone; - Nashua - 04-16-2020 NASHUA Nashua has a heritage of heat but at this age, what does he know about it? (One side of his family is a mystery - thought he doesn’t quite understand that yet either. On the other, there is an ancient valley and a waterfall and that's all he really knows. All he really paid attention to, anyway.) Perhaps he should be wary of unknown horses - his Mother has told him enough times to be. But he youthfully disregards this with a winning smile and inquisitive tilt of his head. His eyes widen momentarily, thinking of how a pair of wings could just be left behind. He knows where his are at all times - tucked neatly alongside his coltish ribs, fluttering slightly with excitement. "Why would you leave them behind?” he asks, sincerely wanting to know. It’s a perplexing thing - imagining life without wings (how do his Mother and twin endure it?). It’s torture enough knowing that they aren’t able to carry his weight yet. (Someday, he knows. His Aunt Ruth has promised him flying lessons someday.) The copper stallion shakes his coat, ridding himself of summer dust and insects. Frowning, Nashua thinks for a moment. And then his young body twists in a fashion similar to Castile, trying to mirror his earlier movements. His back legs get tangled and it pushes him towards the towering brute. Sheepishly, he grins up at his new friend. "I can’t wait to fly. I’m gonna go to the Isle and see the lights. Then I’m gonna go to Ischia and my Uncle Velkan is going to teach me about-,” he pauses, deciding against saying whatever that word was used to describe Eugene’s dam. It still tangles his tongue and rather a prideful colt, he has no desire to embarrass himself twice today. "Uh,” he starts, "the seahorses.” Peering up at the stallion from beneath his flaxen forelock, he asks: "Have you ever been there?” At the mention of siblings, the copper boy grins again, his enthusiasm beaming up at this new and interesting companion he’s found. "I have a twin,” he adds, "You could be..,” he pauses again because there is still a part of him that remembers Eugene. How they talked about that they could be siblings too. (And what about Eugene's twin? Did that make her a sibling too? And then there were all the girls in Nerine. How many were too many? How many could he have? "I don’t know how many siblings I have,” Nashua admits. He has Yan - he will always have his brother. They are water and fire, counterweights to the other, his Mama had once told them. "But we could be brothers,” the copper colt finally decides with a small, firm nod of his head. "Do you have any? Or sisters? Or a twin or a triplet or-?” What was more than three? and for every king that died they would crown another html © castlegraphics @[Castile] realized I never tagged you, whoops! sorry RE: anyone; - Castile - 04-21-2020 and underneath the layers, I find myself asking what's left a hollowed out form, the skeleton of a ghost, the pitiful echo of what once was castile @[Nashua] RE: anyone; - Nashua - 04-21-2020 ”It’s the worst,” Nashua agrees. The auburn wings rustle indignantly against his sides and not for the first time, the copper boy wishes he could have actual use of them. It would make the trip between here and Taiga much quicker. He could leave and come back, be gone for such a short amount of time that his mother would never know. (His brother would - Yanhua knows everything.) Nashua shakes his head, still a little unsure of why anyone would want to be without them. He’s still at that age where the things out of reach are still the sweetest, the grass anywhere outside Taiga has to be the greenest. The stallion starts to move though, reaches towards the sky and the flaxen colt looks up earnestly. "We stood at the edges of Nerine once,” he remembers. "Mama made us move away but that was a little scary. Is flying.. Is it like that?” It’s the closest he’s come anyways. It’s the closest comparison his young mind can make. The wind roaring up from an angry, gray ocean below. The breakers churning a lullaby against the timeless ledges of Nerine. The stranger (not stranger, he thinks with his green eyes warming to the sorrel stallion, friend) takes his thoughts away from Nerine to Ischia, sweeps them from frigid northern breezes to warmer, tropical waters. Nashua comes another step closer and tosses his own head in playful response, enthused to hear the word he couldn’t say on another tongue. "Nereid.” The boy finally conquers the word and beams up at Castile, pleased to have finally mastered it. "There are alot there. They put flowers in my Uncle’s antlers.” And then his friend surprises him. Nashua has to blink that realization a few times. He gazes up at him with new eyes. He’s somebody - many somebody’s - Dad. He’s somebody's brother too. Nashua knows nothing about being Father. He does know about being a brother though. "Five sounds like alot,” he thinks out loud. "Sometimes I wish I had more but I don’t know where they would all go. I guess Taiga is pretty big though,” the winged boy shrugs. Taiga. Home. North. "Have you ever been there?” he peers up curiously. His newfound has already been many places and offered insight on many things. There are many more things he wants to ask. But then he realizes he doesn’t even know what to call this wanderer. Somewhat sheepish, he adds, "I’m Nashua, by the way. What is your name?” @[Castile] RE: anyone; - Castile - 04-30-2020 and underneath the layers, I find myself asking what's left a hollowed out form, the skeleton of a ghost, the pitiful echo of what once was castile @[Nashua] |