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Not all that glitters is gold [Any] - AuroraElis - 03-11-2018
AuroraElis
Not all that Glitters is Gold
Open for torment, abuse, meddling whatever
RE: Not all that glitters is gold [Any] - Hephaestus - 03-12-2018
Hephaestus
Running.
Ghosts from his past life chased him. Apparitions of those he’d loved and those he’d left behind. Countless years he’d wasted on a dream he knew he could never sustain. There were always too many questions – too many prying stares seeking to unravel the mystery of his scars. Yet another chapter of his life he wished to keep hidden.
There was no escape from his self-inflicted solitude. Chasing shadows had become a past-time he’d learned to embrace. One that he knew, more now than ever, was a necessity. The questions were too difficult to avoid and his lies would always be discovered.
Beqanna was a curious place. It seemed that around every corner there was another horse more capable than the last desiring to expose well hidden truths. Telepathy and manipulation were games that he could not win against.
Having crossed the bridge from Ischia, he had found himself submerged in a forest larger than life itself. Trees filled the space, some the size of mountains. Amazed he gazed up to acknowledge the branches that spread protectively over the expanse. Speckled amongst the greenery, however, were scars.
Charred logs and patches of earth speckled the otherwise wintery landscape. Weaker saplings lay half-buried by frost among dead underbrush and sage. There was a story being told – a story of a land that had suffered great pain but was fighting to revive itself once again.
Hephaestus’ dark eyes drank in the sights and the sounds of life as he entered into a sudden clearing, his steps slowing as an unfamiliar scent rose up to tickle his nostrils. There was another close by. He froze his ears pricked towards the trail of scent. The sound of his heartbeat was the only other to accompany the gentle chirping of the birds and the soft tickling of the breeze through deadened leaves. He almost would not have seen her if his eye had not caught sight of the shimmer gleam of feathers. Legs braced to run he extended his neck toward her still frame.
…She was sleeping.
A relieved exhale escaped his lungs and he took yet another step towards her prone frame. Undeniably beautiful he could sense her turmoil beneath the restful expression on her face. Glancing quickly around the clearing he was reassured that she was alone and he knew he ought to leave before she awoke. No doubt the sight of him lumbering above her would cause her a fright. Though, just as he decided that he should leave was unable to. What if harm befell her while she rested? He was unfamiliar with this land and knew not of the potential dangers that could be within the next shadow.
Maneuvering himself within the shade of a nearby tree he resigned himself to stand watch over the maiden that slept. He did not know her, yet he did know that his own conscience would not allow to abandon her in such a vulnerable position. As soon as she began to stir he would leave before she would even know that he had been near.
Ghosts from his past life chased him. Apparitions of those he’d loved and those he’d left behind. Countless years he’d wasted on a dream he knew he could never sustain. There were always too many questions – too many prying stares seeking to unravel the mystery of his scars. Yet another chapter of his life he wished to keep hidden.
There was no escape from his self-inflicted solitude. Chasing shadows had become a past-time he’d learned to embrace. One that he knew, more now than ever, was a necessity. The questions were too difficult to avoid and his lies would always be discovered.
Beqanna was a curious place. It seemed that around every corner there was another horse more capable than the last desiring to expose well hidden truths. Telepathy and manipulation were games that he could not win against.
Having crossed the bridge from Ischia, he had found himself submerged in a forest larger than life itself. Trees filled the space, some the size of mountains. Amazed he gazed up to acknowledge the branches that spread protectively over the expanse. Speckled amongst the greenery, however, were scars.
Charred logs and patches of earth speckled the otherwise wintery landscape. Weaker saplings lay half-buried by frost among dead underbrush and sage. There was a story being told – a story of a land that had suffered great pain but was fighting to revive itself once again.
Hephaestus’ dark eyes drank in the sights and the sounds of life as he entered into a sudden clearing, his steps slowing as an unfamiliar scent rose up to tickle his nostrils. There was another close by. He froze his ears pricked towards the trail of scent. The sound of his heartbeat was the only other to accompany the gentle chirping of the birds and the soft tickling of the breeze through deadened leaves. He almost would not have seen her if his eye had not caught sight of the shimmer gleam of feathers. Legs braced to run he extended his neck toward her still frame.
…She was sleeping.
A relieved exhale escaped his lungs and he took yet another step towards her prone frame. Undeniably beautiful he could sense her turmoil beneath the restful expression on her face. Glancing quickly around the clearing he was reassured that she was alone and he knew he ought to leave before she awoke. No doubt the sight of him lumbering above her would cause her a fright. Though, just as he decided that he should leave was unable to. What if harm befell her while she rested? He was unfamiliar with this land and knew not of the potential dangers that could be within the next shadow.
Maneuvering himself within the shade of a nearby tree he resigned himself to stand watch over the maiden that slept. He did not know her, yet he did know that his own conscience would not allow to abandon her in such a vulnerable position. As soon as she began to stir he would leave before she would even know that he had been near.
Break My Shackles To Set Me Free
@[Auroraelis]
RE: Not all that glitters is gold [Any] - AuroraElis - 03-12-2018
AuroraElis
Not all that Glitters is Gold
@[Hephaestus] it's long, sry not sry lol
RE: Not all that glitters is gold [Any] - Hephaestus - 03-13-2018
Hephaestus
Mesmerized he watched as her eyes darted beneath her lids. She was dreaming, but he could not guarantee that the visions she saw were pleasant. His brow furrowed as her legs twitched and her face screwed up in an expression of anguish. He stepped forward wishing that he was able to reach in a pull her out of her nightmare.
Hephaestus was no stranger to scars. Physical or mental, both left ugly marks on a person’s soul. Like ugly pink marks upon the skin, it was hard to mistake the ordinary trials of life with that of pure torture. Since the time he was a young foal he grew painfully familiar with the out-casting truth of his own deformity. Always on the outside looking in, he’d forced himself to build up walls around himself. However tall his protective barrier towered, fingers of torment always seemed to snake their way through the cracks.
He’d done everyone a favor when he left. His own mother was free to live the life she deserved – to find happiness with the stallion that had shunned Hephaestus so cruelly. It wasn’t too long ago that thinking upon things would have left a bitter stain upon his tongue, but today the memory only served to cement the truth he’d been force feeding himself. She was better off without him. They all were.
Shaking himself from his thoughts he forced his attention to return to the slumber creature at his feet. Somehow he’d moved closer to her and his massive shadow covered her like a blanket. She was beautiful. Her petite stature was almost overcome by the peacock feathered plume upon her back. A gift, no doubt, to somehow cover up the immense pain of her past.
Hephaestus had never been offered such a gift as the one that the strange mare bore. Throughout his life he’d escaped the notice of the fairies and had been forced to bore the whole ugly truth of his misfortune shamefully upon his face.
Desire filled him and frightened him all at once. It’d been too long since he’d last felt the soft touch of another. Prone at his feet, the mare lay, oblivious to his presence. Harmless in it’s purity, Hephaestus slowly lowered his muzzle until he was a breath away from her. He closed his eyes and reveled in the very existence of her. She smelled sweet, like the scent of pine after it rained or the sweet tickle of spring flowers as they broke through the frost of morning. Just as he was lowering his lips the rest of the way she jolted and her teary eyes fluttered open.
He scrambled back toward the shadows, his heart pounding loudly in his ears as shame filled him once more. It was foolish of him to have attempted such a thing. He was beyond that – beyond deserving the chance to find solace in the company of others. Besides, what could a kiss from him accomplish? More than likely he would have only worsened her suffering – not improve upon it.
Her voice. As she called out to him his muscles tensed, ready to flee from the shame her beauty elicited. Pure as a song bird she begged him to reveal himself and his feet carried him out of the shadows. He braced himself as his body moved without his approval, bringing him around and into her line of sight. A thousand times before he’d received looks of disgust and heard the uncontrollable horror hidden behind stiff formality. He’d learned to guard against the disappointment that their unacceptance would bring.
Hers would be no different than the last, though he knew it would sting in a way that it hadn’t in a long time.
Hephaestus was no stranger to scars. Physical or mental, both left ugly marks on a person’s soul. Like ugly pink marks upon the skin, it was hard to mistake the ordinary trials of life with that of pure torture. Since the time he was a young foal he grew painfully familiar with the out-casting truth of his own deformity. Always on the outside looking in, he’d forced himself to build up walls around himself. However tall his protective barrier towered, fingers of torment always seemed to snake their way through the cracks.
He’d done everyone a favor when he left. His own mother was free to live the life she deserved – to find happiness with the stallion that had shunned Hephaestus so cruelly. It wasn’t too long ago that thinking upon things would have left a bitter stain upon his tongue, but today the memory only served to cement the truth he’d been force feeding himself. She was better off without him. They all were.
Shaking himself from his thoughts he forced his attention to return to the slumber creature at his feet. Somehow he’d moved closer to her and his massive shadow covered her like a blanket. She was beautiful. Her petite stature was almost overcome by the peacock feathered plume upon her back. A gift, no doubt, to somehow cover up the immense pain of her past.
Hephaestus had never been offered such a gift as the one that the strange mare bore. Throughout his life he’d escaped the notice of the fairies and had been forced to bore the whole ugly truth of his misfortune shamefully upon his face.
Desire filled him and frightened him all at once. It’d been too long since he’d last felt the soft touch of another. Prone at his feet, the mare lay, oblivious to his presence. Harmless in it’s purity, Hephaestus slowly lowered his muzzle until he was a breath away from her. He closed his eyes and reveled in the very existence of her. She smelled sweet, like the scent of pine after it rained or the sweet tickle of spring flowers as they broke through the frost of morning. Just as he was lowering his lips the rest of the way she jolted and her teary eyes fluttered open.
He scrambled back toward the shadows, his heart pounding loudly in his ears as shame filled him once more. It was foolish of him to have attempted such a thing. He was beyond that – beyond deserving the chance to find solace in the company of others. Besides, what could a kiss from him accomplish? More than likely he would have only worsened her suffering – not improve upon it.
Her voice. As she called out to him his muscles tensed, ready to flee from the shame her beauty elicited. Pure as a song bird she begged him to reveal himself and his feet carried him out of the shadows. He braced himself as his body moved without his approval, bringing him around and into her line of sight. A thousand times before he’d received looks of disgust and heard the uncontrollable horror hidden behind stiff formality. He’d learned to guard against the disappointment that their unacceptance would bring.
Hers would be no different than the last, though he knew it would sting in a way that it hadn’t in a long time.
Break My Shackles To Set Me Free
@[AuroraElis]
RE: Not all that glitters is gold [Any] - AuroraElis - 03-14-2018
AuroraElis
Not all that Glitters is Gold
@[Hephaestus]
RE: Not all that glitters is gold [Any] - Hephaestus - 03-15-2018
Hephaestus
Her wings almost seemed to swallow her as she rose to her feet and studied his shadowed figure. Their iridescent glow brought life their small snow covered clearing and his eyes remarked upon her beauty amidst the white washed world. She beckoned to him, urging him to step into the light. His limbs moved freely, as though they were entities of their own, pulling him from his hiding spot. Clearly in his view he was careful to angle himself so that the left side of his face was covered by the overflow of his forelock. Gazing at her through his onyx eyes he attempted to make himself appear less demeaning.
It amazed him, her boldness. She approached him with confidence, not a trace of fear upon her. His skin itched beneath the curiosity of her gaze and he wondered what it was that she was searching for. Glittered kissed wings dragged through the earth as she stepped ever closer until they were standing before one another. Exposed.
Air whistled between them, filling up the space with it’s biting cold. This land was not much different than the last he had visited. Filled with equally colorful creatures he could confidently say that he’d never seen any half as beautiful as the mare that stood before him. She was so unlike anything he’d ever seen before. Absolutely breathtaking.
He arched his neck and attempted a reassuring expression. ”I hope I did not frighten you,” he finally spoke. ”I was merely passing through and did not intend to disturb your rest.”
The lie flew from his mouth even before he knew he intended to do so. He was ashamed of his moment of weakness. Years had passed since he’d last found himself pulled in by the promise of a soft caress. He’d build up walls of protection around himself. Safe guards from the revulsion he was met by. This place, Beqanna, promised to be no different than the place of his birth and when the time came he would move on just as he had a thousand times before. It was easier that way. Simpler to start anew in a place ignorant of his existence.
It amazed him, her boldness. She approached him with confidence, not a trace of fear upon her. His skin itched beneath the curiosity of her gaze and he wondered what it was that she was searching for. Glittered kissed wings dragged through the earth as she stepped ever closer until they were standing before one another. Exposed.
Air whistled between them, filling up the space with it’s biting cold. This land was not much different than the last he had visited. Filled with equally colorful creatures he could confidently say that he’d never seen any half as beautiful as the mare that stood before him. She was so unlike anything he’d ever seen before. Absolutely breathtaking.
He arched his neck and attempted a reassuring expression. ”I hope I did not frighten you,” he finally spoke. ”I was merely passing through and did not intend to disturb your rest.”
The lie flew from his mouth even before he knew he intended to do so. He was ashamed of his moment of weakness. Years had passed since he’d last found himself pulled in by the promise of a soft caress. He’d build up walls of protection around himself. Safe guards from the revulsion he was met by. This place, Beqanna, promised to be no different than the place of his birth and when the time came he would move on just as he had a thousand times before. It was easier that way. Simpler to start anew in a place ignorant of his existence.
Break My Shackles To Set Me Free
@[AuroraElis]
RE: Not all that glitters is gold [Any] - AuroraElis - 03-20-2018
AuroraElis
Not all that Glitters is Gold
@[Hephaestus] In this timeline I'm guessing she's maybe 7mo gestation and she'll be going back to Tephra after this thread. She'll be asking if he wants to join her I'm sure
RE: Not all that glitters is gold [Any] - Hephaestus - 03-20-2018
Hephaestus
Suddenly, their clearing felt too small. Around them half-melted banks of snow clung for life within the shade of the surrounding underbrush. The air was still cold but whispers of spring rode upon the breeze. Studying the mare, he noticed her demeanor for the first time. Her wings, though glorious to behold, were clamped tightly against her sides. To serve as a blanket or a curtain he could not be certain. Like him, he sensed, she was hiding something. His curiosity peaked, though he was not tempted enough to demand her to reveal herself to him.
Her voice was soft and lilting, gentle as she spoke as though she regarded him as a frightened animal poised to bolt. She was only half wrong. Though meant as a comfort, her words set him on guard. Finding himself so close to another person was not a practice he was particularly fond of. It was only a matter of time, he knew, before she would leave him just as the others had before.
Pity filled him as she spoke openly of the nightmare he knew she had been trapped in. The horrors she must have faced -.
He couldn’t allow himself to travel down that avenue. That part of him – the part that would desire to avenge her – the pull was too strong.
Forcing himself to focus on her question he cleared his head of all violent thoughts. ”I am.”
Since autumn he’d wandered aimlessly throughout Beqanna, not quite sure what he was looking for but searching nonetheless. He’d managed to sink below the radar in most lands and it was only recently that he’d begun to garner some attention.
”My name is Hephaestus,” he offered tentatively.
He’d always hated his name despite it’s appropriate nature. The venom in which his own father had looked upon him – a mere foal. He could never forget it. It was out of that moment of horror that he was named. Harsh sounding to the ears, it’d taken him a while before he'd learned to bear it with pride.
Her voice was soft and lilting, gentle as she spoke as though she regarded him as a frightened animal poised to bolt. She was only half wrong. Though meant as a comfort, her words set him on guard. Finding himself so close to another person was not a practice he was particularly fond of. It was only a matter of time, he knew, before she would leave him just as the others had before.
Pity filled him as she spoke openly of the nightmare he knew she had been trapped in. The horrors she must have faced -.
He couldn’t allow himself to travel down that avenue. That part of him – the part that would desire to avenge her – the pull was too strong.
Forcing himself to focus on her question he cleared his head of all violent thoughts. ”I am.”
Since autumn he’d wandered aimlessly throughout Beqanna, not quite sure what he was looking for but searching nonetheless. He’d managed to sink below the radar in most lands and it was only recently that he’d begun to garner some attention.
”My name is Hephaestus,” he offered tentatively.
He’d always hated his name despite it’s appropriate nature. The venom in which his own father had looked upon him – a mere foal. He could never forget it. It was out of that moment of horror that he was named. Harsh sounding to the ears, it’d taken him a while before he'd learned to bear it with pride.
Break My Shackles To Set Me Free
@[AuroraElis]
RE: Not all that glitters is gold [Any] - AuroraElis - 03-22-2018
AuroraElis
Not all that Glitters is Gold
RE: Not all that glitters is gold [Any] - Hephaestus - 03-23-2018
Hephaestus
As the day progressed the air around them grew warmer. Spring was on it’s way. He could smell it’s arrival upon the trees as it brushed through the barren tree limbs. As AuroraElis spoke, her voice brought with it a gentle elegance that distracted him away from his worry. Behind her sparkling eyes, he spotted no lingering curiousity or probing questions straining to free themselves. Her words flowed easily and, as she spoke, he felt himself relax.
Ru, she wished to be called, and a light smile touched his crooked lips. The expression felt foreign upon his face and it faded almost as quickly as it arrived there. He sensed a heaviness to her offer, though he balked at the sound of it. Quickly his mind wrapped itself around the truth of what she was saying, and his eyes darted to the wings she was using to hide her belly. She was pregnant.
Instinctively he took a step backwards. I’m not sure, he admitted. I’m not sure they’d be overly thrilled with by appearance there.
Thus far, he’d managed to keep himself out of the kingdoms. Curious though he was, he held little interest to the revulsion he would surely find there. It was better if he kept his distance.
Ru, she wished to be called, and a light smile touched his crooked lips. The expression felt foreign upon his face and it faded almost as quickly as it arrived there. He sensed a heaviness to her offer, though he balked at the sound of it. Quickly his mind wrapped itself around the truth of what she was saying, and his eyes darted to the wings she was using to hide her belly. She was pregnant.
Instinctively he took a step backwards. I’m not sure, he admitted. I’m not sure they’d be overly thrilled with by appearance there.
Thus far, he’d managed to keep himself out of the kingdoms. Curious though he was, he held little interest to the revulsion he would surely find there. It was better if he kept his distance.
Break My Shackles To Set Me Free
@[AuroraElis] Not my best. Sorry :/