"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
Her mother was smart. Her mother was wise. Her mother knew all, and told her all. She had no reasons to doubt her, she had no reasons to believe that the world was anything but what she said it was. Today, now after having 6 months to her name, Oricle takes a step from the safe boundries of her mother dearest. But not really. Something felt right about it. Almost as if she was in a dream exploring the wonders of worlds untold. Everything here a secret just her own. Her mother had declared her special, she had declared that Oricle had a gift. More of a curse she thought. To manipulate something evil, something wholly untouchable. With this it seemed that touching would manifest itself into something unbareable. So she does not touch, she does not like to be touched. She infact likes the solitude of the night.
Tonight is one of those nights where she sneaks a peek to sky. At first she becomes entranced by them, calling out to her luring her into the danger that she knows they present. Its a struggle to not long for them to greet her, it was a strength that she was developing. Still she could never let herself wish for these for they would respond. The throb of the bite still caged her mind, as well as marked her dappled bay skin. Pale eyes glisten in the light of the moon. Mother would be proud The whisper slips from her lips, filled with the tranquility that she felt. The day was harsh, the day brought noise, the day took the stars. The day robbed her of her peace. She could see things, things that were not supposed to be there. Even as her will strengthened something inside of her was breaking.
You naughty girl, what if I told on you? The apperition spoke whispy with the flutes of the wind. No one could see it, this she knew but still the only thing that seemed to shut them up was... well literally.Shut up, Oricle hissed back. Turning her gaze away from the sky, her body away from the cliff. Turning back towards the playground where others would soon greet her. Unless.... she is tempted to do it. To move through them as a ghost, undetectable in the shadows. Invisible to their eyes, to pass through back to the safety of her mothers heat. No not her touch, just the delicous heat that radiated from her.
Oricle
so will you hold cause time is cold but in your soul im standing by
Interested in a crush for her, later to develope into a love interest... if anyone wants to use this thread to try and develope something with theirs foals.
Also just plain good oldfashioned interaction is a bonus so please dont be shy about joining in.
Loken had a fun filled day in the playground, it was the first time he was allowed to leave his herd lands and was around 8 months old now. His father was so different than Loken, he had a bigger build than the colt who took after his lanky mother. Although the colt took after his fathers pelt, with a matching roan pelt. The red colt looked around the playground that was filled with many others during the day now had few left.
He stepped out and looked around only to see a filly who had the identical pelt as his father, bay with white ticks all through out. He hoped she would be friendly and open to play with him, but why else would a foal be in the playground? He trotted over to her, giving a whinny as he neared and slowing to a halt Hello! He spoke with a grin reaching from ear to ear. My name is Loken, whats yours?! He asked curious to the filly, he wondered what kingdom she belonged to. What were her parents like? He gazed at her, awaiting a response.
05-25-2016, 02:38 PM (This post was last modified: 05-25-2016, 02:41 PM by Oricle.)
i counted the stars tonight, i gathered them all
Mother was… someplace. Nothing significant to herself. The flecked filly was left in this place, alone. Enjoying the distance from others. Cloistered in her little hide away she watches mystified by those that hustle about in the cold. It’s her first winter, her first snow, and all was soundless in her little world of dreams. Only the crunch of nearby hooves interrupts her blissful reality. Silence She hisses at the apparition.
It was interrupting her again. This little piece of light manifested horse. It was cold, and oddly annoying to Oricle. Turning slowly, each step filled with a purpose. Every breath obstructing her hearing. It’s not until she is facing the colt does she attempt any sort of civility. Even this is simply a thin line on her lips acknowledging his existence. Oricle, delicate with measured thought she tersely replies to him. Her mind a chasm of darkness filled with a quiet armistice. Finally, after a moment of regaining her composure she rests her pale eyes on his physique. He isn’t impressive, at least to her. But he is… cheery. This was peculiar to her. What is he so pleased about?
You seem, she pauses unsure of what word would be appropriate to use for him. Thrilled. Stanch in her choice, she finds herself satisfied with her vocabulary that is gradually beginning to mature. Standing here at an impasse, she begins to wonder why it was that she had not occupied the moment to dissipate into oblivion. Before he had come to interject her and her ethereal thoughts. What would mother say to this? The voice taunts her, yet she knows that it is right. What WOULD mother say? This was a boy, a stranger, a plausible danger. Would mother desire her to keep company with someone she had not approved of? For the first time since she had turned to him, she shifts uncomfortably. What did she think she was doing?
Oricle
so will you hold cause time is cold but in your soul im standing by
i've been saving my soul for someone like you. so let's love while we're young.
She was a manifestation of her mother. A ghost. A shadow haunting Beqanna.
Lirren.
The mare-child is bay with teal points like her mother. Their mother. The young girl knows the bay roan is her sister.
(half sister)
Keilani does not allow this to be a premonition to their kinship. A sister was a sister. Teal hued pools watch as the younger girl is busy with a red boy. He is young, sweet. Kei stands quiet and away from the pair but her sister is like her.
Solemn.
Quiet.
Serious.
A small smile curls the blue-green lips ever so slightly before the matching appendages draw her closer. Keilani does not know her name but she saw the child's birth. Kei was surprised to have a younger sibling so quickly but she does not judge their mother, Lirren. As the girl draws closer, a small tone is cast outward as to not startle the youth. "Hello."
Vocals are low, soft. The colorful eyes look from the boy to the girl as her features lighten, the smirk pulling to a smile. Keilani is the image of Lirren to a tee. The leggy girl is unable of starlight manipulation but was passed the trait of armor made from light and as of late she had learned to manipulate and control her gift.
Keilani is curious of the girl. She wants to know what she had remembered of their mother. Keilani wants a relationship with her only known sibling. Lobes move to catch any sort of reply from the girl and boy that stand before her.
Keilani
self-aura manipulating, light armor equipped daughter of pazuzu and lirren
The roan filly was rather odd, she carried herself maturely, she did not care to play. She was rather quiet, as if she expected strangers to harm her, it was only natural to want to play with other foals, or so Loken thought. She introduced herself as Oricle after a long pause in-between his question, it was a beautiful name, but he was curious to what it meant.
His ears flicked off to the right as he heard noises of another lingering, but they were not close enough to be seen. He could barely pick up the scent of another, he was curious to why they were hiding, but he did not draw attention to the noise and kept his gaze on the filly. Another brief moment of silence passed and she said that he seemed thrilled, he gave her a look of confusion Should I not be? he pondered the question. He himself wondered why this filly was not thrilled herself, he has not yet met a foal who wasn't excited to befriend another, she certainly caught his attention.
She looks from one horse to the other. The colt asking a question. A question that she does not care to answer at first. Then she thinks better of herself. Is there anything to be thrilled about? She retorts, every word precise and uncaring. The words themselves would have sounded bitter even venamous, but her tone of voice takes the bitter tinge out of it, replacing it with a absent curiousity. There was no reason to feel an malice towards the strange colt. No this was a simple question. She saw nothing exciting here, no reason to feel a blood pumping thrill. Except... she looks to the stars once more when she is startled out of her revere.
Hello She eyes the new member of the little group. She looked as their mother did, this chastises her for her guilty pleasure of looking to the stars. For the first time she falters slightly, uncertianty lingering in her eyes. What if she told on Oricle? What would mother do to her? She had no desire to displease the only horse she looked up to. Still she bites her tongue, no reason to let the plea for mercy slip from her lips. If this girl didn't know of the rule that was imposed on her, then maybe it could remain her secret.
Yet this sister, she doesn't know, at least she doesn't remember perfectly, not like she remembered her mother. But something deep inside her tells her that this is family. The red spotted filly does the strangest thing she had done since her birth. She smiled. Not a large one, not one that was ear splitting, just a gentle curve of her lips as they remained firmly closed. For a moment she isn't sure what to do. In that moment she looses control of her abilities and dissapears into unfocused shadows. Flickering back into sight, she knows not of what she had done. Just that she hoped that each would state their business so that she could go back to longing for her stars.
Oricle
so will you hold cause time is cold but in your soul im standing by
