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your ghost haunts me; fyr - Falter - 09-12-2021 these days i'm becoming everything that i hate, my mind is a place that i can't escape your ghost
Falter @Fyr RE: your ghost haunts me; fyr - Fyr - 09-15-2021 I am Heaven sent, don't you dare forget It was easy to lose track of time out here and tonight had been no exception. The midnight meadow excursions with Lie (and the young soul that had become a constant presence) were always nights he looked forward to. The hours seem to pass too quickly when he is with her, watching the way she pulls down the stars around her like a brilliant opalescent flame. He had started to study them, a serious expression on his face as he tries to mimic their shimmering with the ones he creates out of fire. All too soon the sky begins to lighten and he had said his goodbyes to his friend reluctantly, still trying to find the courage to invite her over to his home. The golden glow around him fades as the moon begins to descend and the sun starts to peek its head over the Mountain. His lengthening limbs carry his growing spotted figure over the glistening snow, hooves crunching white powder beneath him as he begins the trek back to the Pampas. Smaller hoof prints follow his own impression, pressed invisibly into the snow as the soul follows him. Feeling the chill at his backside, he calls up small balls of flame that rotate lazily around him and act as a small heater. The flames never seem to actually burn or scorch him when they sometimes flicker and kiss his jaguar skin and he smiles to himself, pleased with how far he has come in his training. The abandonment by his birthmother and the dark time in the den seem like a lifetime ago. He muses on this, almost missing the girl standing a short ways in front of him. It’s the soul that draws his attention to her as the ghost girl squeals sharply in a voice only he can seem to hear. He glances to her with his feral eyes, curious and confused. The soul tugs at his mid-length mane, pulling him towards the older midnight foal with excitement in her transparent red eyes. Something in his magic begins to spark as he glides closer, like calling to like. It’s her shadows he notices first, followed by the dog behind her, and then the tired expression (and tear tracks across her dark cheeks). With the fire still rotating around him, he stops before her with a hesitant look. “Hey.” He starts awkwardly, shrugging a spotted shoulder as flames race down his backside. “This might sound weird but… Can you see her?” He asks her warily, looking to the spirit beside him who seems convinced that this girl smells of death, even more than he does. fyr @Falter RE: your ghost haunts me; fyr - Falter - 09-18-2021 these days i'm becoming everything that i hate, my mind is a place that i can't escape your ghost
Falter @Fyr RE: your ghost haunts me; fyr - Fyr - 09-24-2021 I am Heaven sent, don't you dare forget The stranger stumbles back from him and he freezes, suddenly filled with old familiar shame and that sense of being wrong. She moves as if frightened of him and despite the friendships he has formed after a year of being away from the Den, he can’t help but remember their faces (those of fear and disgust) that he had found on the other abandoned children. And then remembers the sadness and jealousy he had sifted through amongst them when he was leaving. The lesson of fear attached to what most people can’t understand or refuse to see. Despite the hurt that aches in his chest, and the fire that flickers down his back in his own doubt, he tries to smile at her and comes up with an awkward twist of his lips. It’s followed by his greeting and his question and then he comes to an understanding. He can see it in her eyes, the way she reluctantly answers him. A mixture of joy (to have someone else who can see them too) and empathy (understanding that fear and what it means). ”Is she dead?” The new girl whispers and he nods gently. “Yes.” He says, his feral gaze switching from the living to the dead. “It’s ok. She’s nice. She’s not one of the scary ones.” He tries to reassure her and the ghostly newborn filly also tries to put her at ease with a smile, lingering around the spotted colt despite the powerful draw to the dark filly. He takes in the dark stains along her cheeks, the uncertainty in her eyes, and sighs softly. “I’ve never met anyone else that can see them.” He whispers solemnly, admitting this to her. “I’m Fyr.” But this time he says it like “fear” instead of “fire” because it only seems fitting. “That’s Revna” He introduces the soul to her, knowing that a thing with a name can become a little less terrifying or overwhelming. “Who are you?” And despite her own misgivings, he can’t help to be excited at the prospect of knowing someone else that was terrible in the exact same way he was. fyr @Falter RE: your ghost haunts me; fyr - Falter - 10-01-2021 these days i'm becoming everything that i hate, my mind is a place that i can't escape your ghost
Falter @Fyr RE: your ghost haunts me; fyr - Fyr - 10-02-2021 I am Heaven sent, don't you dare forget Her anger is something he should understand, her confusion is reasonable. Even as young as he is, somewhere deep down he knows this. But old hurts are hard habits to break and flames ripple down his spine as he takes a step away from her, automatically filling in the blank with the words she hadn’t said. “I never could be…. So terrible.” Like him. A bad thing, a wrong thing. There are those that try to encourage his gifts, try to teach him that what he can do doesn’t mean he is doomed to a life of dark. That his powers are only what he makes them out to be, that he isn’t evil at his core. But then there are those like Falter (unintentional on her part) that make his fragile confidence break so very easily, that remind him that he is what he is. Reminds him that he will always be terrible in the bad way even if he can also be terrible in all the good ways. And while he should not apologize for it, he never will again he had vowed, he also can’t help but fear whatever he may become. That darkness inside of him that Terror preys on so easily when it takes control. What he might be capable of. It is Revna that holds the connection this time when it starts to stutter, remembering what had happened last time. She holds it firm and presses closer to him, reminding him that he needs to take control before those few seconds run out. He takes a slow breath and focuses as the the living filly apologizes and when he looks at her again, the connection is stable once more. There is a wariness in his tawny gaze when she speaks again but it softens just slightly when she mentions confusion on why she can see what he sees. That, at least, is something he can understand too. “I was born this way.” He says with a twitch of his spotted shoulder. “I’ve always been able to see them.” He thinks for a moment, a soft frown darkening his face. “My mom told me about the Mountain though, when she took me from the den. She said you can find magic there if the fairies want you to have it.” He pauses, wondering what the Mountain was like. He had never been there himself although he wondered if the fairies might make him not terrible if he asked them nicely. “Have you lost your father? Is that why you’ve been crying?” He asks suddenly, unaware that pointing out her tear-stained cheeks might not be entirely polite. Would he cry if he lost Aela? Perhaps, although he’s sure the golden mare would not approve of such behavior. He must have a father too, somewhere. It’s not a thought he lingers on for long as it usually makes him feel bad and that’s when the bad souls usually took advantage. Fyr had met his father though, the golden spotted stallion Firion who he had met in the Forest. Deep down, they both must have recognized each other. Somewhere in those doubts and darkness lingered awareness. Still, it was easier believing the stallion was some sort of magical future representation of himself because ignorance was bliss after all. fyr @Falter RE: your ghost haunts me; fyr - Falter - 10-04-2021 these days i'm becoming everything that i hate, my mind is a place that i can't escape your ghost
Falter RE: your ghost haunts me; fyr - Fyr - 10-04-2021 I am Heaven sent, don't you dare forget The story she tells is a scary one but he finds himself fascinated instead of afraid. The Mountain was an even cooler place then he had realized. Perhaps one day he would go to the Mountain as well, if only to discover what misguided souls were trapped at its peak. Honestly, the place sounded fascinated and he has half a mind to try the trek up it right then and there. She is upset though and so he keeps those thoughts to himself. Instead, he nods solemnly and starts to think. “Listen…” He starts and stops, his insecurities apparent in the flames that flicker along his backside. “Why don’t you come with me? My mom might be able to help find your father.” He asks quietly, looking at her with those wary yellow eyes. Surely Aela wouldn’t mind. In fact, she might be pleased if he brought home someone with the same powers as himself, unaware that hers ran deeper and outranked his own summoning in spades. “Plus…. We can help each other. I could use someone to practice with that can see them. And I can show you how to keep the bad ones away… If you want.” He shrugs as if it doesn’t matter at all but it does. It does matter. For some reason, it feels like it matters a lot. fyr @Falter |