08-18-2015, 10:23 PM
Elowen
"She's lost inside..."
Elowen couldn't quite keep up with mumbles blossoming from the mare's maw, her speech about home and the Gates. How she could be safe as well. She was never one to follow such raw language, yet then again, she was one of the ones who spoke it. Her attention fell on the ground once more, yet this time, her head ducked farther near her legs, her head dipping toward the ground in a silent whisper of a word before she leaned up once more. Why must the grass take so long to grow? Her lips parted in a deep sigh, the rise of her sides being dramatic as she took a long breath. Would the mare part from me if the sky opened up and cried for the loss of the once green grass? Her thoughts were jumbled up into nonsense, a silly ramble of words. They were nothing to her as they were to the mare, who offered up a name for the ears of Elowen. While others would speak back in a formal manner, Elowen only stared. Her dark eyes, her emotionless eyes, fluttered up her neck and to her muzzle which she reached out for her in a timely manner, yet Elowen's touch was not returned. She stepped slightly to the side, the aspect of touching another seeming to almost flutter by like one of her jumbled thoughts, allowing the moment to pass in a beating of wings.
Oh Reuen, you poor thing. One does not touch things that do not belong to them. Elowen's thoughts consumed her in a cloud of fluff, her attention drifting more and more in each passing moment. She attempted to stay sane, for the sake of Reuen, yet even then, they drifted. Her hooves shifted, her weight tilting onto one side in what seemed similar to boredom, yet for Elowen, it was much deeper than that. Reuen, does it interest you? The grass. A conversation fluttered within her head before she felt it. The ground somehow shook in her presence, her frame moving just a tad if not more. The chanting of her companion in the moment echoed within her mind, Cold like death's embrace. Yet she couldn't feel the cold. She was already cold within, her numbness encasing her unlike the cold.
Then there were teeth. Elowen's coat felt the pull of teeth on her already wounded skin, and instantly she side-stepped. One would have been afraid, maybe even terrified, yet Elowen's eyes slowly lifted in a tired manner, drifting over their new arrival. A stallion. No, no. Do not touch, dearie. In her mind she was reprimanding him, yet on the forefront, she only stared. Her lifeless eyes gazed at him from her lowered head, listening to the continuous chant of Reuen. Doesn't she know that safe is just a word one uses to deceive you? A humorous laugh parted her lips before her expression was stoic once more. She questioned silently if she should speak, to ease the Ruined Reuen, or speak to the stallion who had a lack of manners, yet before she could think of either, her attention turned toward the sky. For once she had to raise her head if only a tad, watching as a bird-like equine tumbled to the ground in the most graceful of ways. Oh my what a stir we have caused, my friend. Another thought was plucked in her wandering mind before she brought her attention toward the grass once more.
The assertive mare defended them, yet no appreciation blossomed from Elowen's maw. Her attention was captured by the grass that had been trampled upon, the grass that had flattened out and was springing back up in front of her. Just like her and Reuen, the grass seemed to spring up out of nowhere, just like the stallion and mare. They were all like the grass. Elowen listened, yet stared at the ground, as the mare spoke out at the stallion like he was no larger or stronger than her. She only listened, hearing the soft words of her odd companion that had first arrived.
No, Reuen, you're right. Not safe at all.
Yet not a single tinge of fear entered Elowen's mind; only eternal numbness.
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ooc: Hello, dearies! Welcome to our odd party of our chaotic lovelies! Sorry for my terrible post; it took me ages to try and write a decent one! c:
Oh Reuen, you poor thing. One does not touch things that do not belong to them. Elowen's thoughts consumed her in a cloud of fluff, her attention drifting more and more in each passing moment. She attempted to stay sane, for the sake of Reuen, yet even then, they drifted. Her hooves shifted, her weight tilting onto one side in what seemed similar to boredom, yet for Elowen, it was much deeper than that. Reuen, does it interest you? The grass. A conversation fluttered within her head before she felt it. The ground somehow shook in her presence, her frame moving just a tad if not more. The chanting of her companion in the moment echoed within her mind, Cold like death's embrace. Yet she couldn't feel the cold. She was already cold within, her numbness encasing her unlike the cold.
Then there were teeth. Elowen's coat felt the pull of teeth on her already wounded skin, and instantly she side-stepped. One would have been afraid, maybe even terrified, yet Elowen's eyes slowly lifted in a tired manner, drifting over their new arrival. A stallion. No, no. Do not touch, dearie. In her mind she was reprimanding him, yet on the forefront, she only stared. Her lifeless eyes gazed at him from her lowered head, listening to the continuous chant of Reuen. Doesn't she know that safe is just a word one uses to deceive you? A humorous laugh parted her lips before her expression was stoic once more. She questioned silently if she should speak, to ease the Ruined Reuen, or speak to the stallion who had a lack of manners, yet before she could think of either, her attention turned toward the sky. For once she had to raise her head if only a tad, watching as a bird-like equine tumbled to the ground in the most graceful of ways. Oh my what a stir we have caused, my friend. Another thought was plucked in her wandering mind before she brought her attention toward the grass once more.
The assertive mare defended them, yet no appreciation blossomed from Elowen's maw. Her attention was captured by the grass that had been trampled upon, the grass that had flattened out and was springing back up in front of her. Just like her and Reuen, the grass seemed to spring up out of nowhere, just like the stallion and mare. They were all like the grass. Elowen listened, yet stared at the ground, as the mare spoke out at the stallion like he was no larger or stronger than her. She only listened, hearing the soft words of her odd companion that had first arrived.
No, Reuen, you're right. Not safe at all.
Yet not a single tinge of fear entered Elowen's mind; only eternal numbness.
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ooc: Hello, dearies! Welcome to our odd party of our chaotic lovelies! Sorry for my terrible post; it took me ages to try and write a decent one! c: