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Post by `gossamer. on Mar 25, 2009 20:23:15 GMT -5
I didn't quite know how I'd gotten there, only that it was different from what I knew. Much different. The only familiar piece of this new place were the constellations, spinning above me in the night sky. They were tiny pinpoints of light, which I could see only through the leaves that encompassed me. That was all I saw - trees. Everywhere. Surrounding me, from top to bottom, giving way only to the dirt.
› A LITTLE KNOWN FACT ‹
War heroes can be claustrophobic too.
What's this you hear? A war hero? Yes, a war hero. Bask in my glory! I, Reykjavik, am a héros de guerre. It sounds fancy, doesn't it? It is. That's where I got my wonderfully shattered horn from; a medal for my courage you could say. The only bad thing associated with such an honor is the blood. Ugh, the blood. I hate it. I hated it in the war, I hate it even more nowadays. In the war at least you didn't have to look at it, but now it follows me, an everlasting stain on my beautiful coat. It is beautiful, isn't it? You needn't be jealous. Your coat is pretty. Not as pretty, but standable.
Anyway, back to the story. It was very boring, wandering about in the forest. By that time I'd suspected that I'd wandered into a different sort of place, possibly even a different kingdom. I sincerely hoped not, because if I was in a different kingdom, none of the denizens would know who I was. That would have been a shame, because being a war hero, I could've probably taken down their king in an instant. I'm very good in battle, you know. Some of those war heroes out there have no idea, what they did was purely by accident. All the things I've done were on purpose, and let me tell you, I'd done many a thing.
› WHY I'M A WAR HERO ‹
I threw down the leader of my enemy.
I saved the daughter of my king twice,
and his son once.
I personally killed the assassin
who was sent to murder the king.
So, as you can see, I'm not one to be triffled with. But despite my impressive record, you must realize that I'm really quite amiable. I'm not some sort of killing machine. As you already know, I dislike blood. Disgusting stuff, really.
Sorry. I tend to get sidetracked. Back to the story.
So, I was in the forest. Minding my own business, wishing someone else was around. A lady or two would be nice. The ladies always go after me because of my deeds, but why not? I suppose I would do that to. But not to myself, of course. If I were a lady I would adore myself. Huh? If I were a lady, I wouldn't be myself. No, wait-
Nevermind.
Oh, a twig snapped! Hang on a moment.
{ ooc; oh dear, i'm sorry D: this isn't my usual writing style, but i wanted to try something new, and it ended up very confusing. if you want, i can redo it ><
and, lol, rey turned out a bit arrogant. but don't worry, this is only about his hero-ness, which he tends to brag about / dwell on. otherwise he's not quite as...overbearing :3 } |
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Post by `amethyst on Mar 26, 2009 19:47:48 GMT -5
[/u]} - - -[/center] This is new to me. The entire package. I haven't even been here before, and you expect me to say it's all happy-go-lucky wonderland? There's no giant mushrooms or talking caterpillars, I can assure you straight away. But instead the trees look like the outer layer of bone; white and menacing. The leaves are like tiny fingers reaching out to grab you, and I can't help but shiver. Not because it's cold, which of course it wouldn't be on this yet-not-perfect spring night. Dapples of the silver moonshine are peaking across the soft forest floor, and I can't help it but feel somewhat joyful for making myself utterly lost. Why couldn't I just listen to that damn rabbit and go the other way? They warned me didn't they? Of course they did! Or I wouldn't be here. I might as well stop worrying like something may come my way and save me from this wretched place, but I'll be stuck in this wood for an eternal damned. Even the light from my horn is even lighting a fraction of the shadows engulfing the small space.
What was that? Oh. Just a branch that scratched my side. There's an owl, snowy white and perched on that tree's branch like it's king of the world. I wish I were queen, Ruler of all. Then maybe someone would actually care to lead me out of here, save me from the darkness. I sound like a foal, don't I? Afraid of the dark! Such lies! I should just turn around and retrace my steps. Yeah, that would work. If I didn't make so many turns and hadn't remembered which way is what, I could do that. Except since I didn't it'd become more useless.
Oh! That owl is trully bothering me now. Why won't it just shut up and leave me to my thinking? It keeps hooting. Ah, that's right. It's king, remember? Right. Wrong! Why-? Oh I won't even linger on the fact of how ridiculous I sound. Is it just me or did it just get colder? I hope the seasons don't suddenly reverse themselves and become winter again. That would really be the end of my precious life, wouldn't it?--- WHY DO I EVEN BOTHER? ---
why didn't I just go have caviar with her?
why didn't I leave and never come back?
that's why. I just can't. Screw this. I need to get back to Xero. She must need me, and since of the pain I caused her ever so long ago, she must still be forever in tears. I cursed her, to an emotional breakdown not even I can think about climbing out of successfully and alone. I guess that means the others have left by now; my father. The colt. It would just be Xerodide and me for the end of our days. She's the only one who ever really understood me, wanted me. Loved me. That's all. I guess that's what I have been pursueing since I've been left to die on my own. To be wanted by all. Maybe if I was Ruler, it could come true. Oh goody! Being Ruler would give me the power to be finally the good little unicorn Xero would have willed me to be sooner or later. The other equines would see me as the best, and that's what would be. I will be the best Ruler of them all! Oh, I can't wait for the next election. It must be soon, shouldn't it?
What was that? God, I have to stop being so giddy. I'm spooking myself. It was just a twig, Amethyst. Nothing more. My blood ran icy cold, like thorns of glass had been replaced by my the scarlet liquid circulating through my skin and bone. I could feel it freeze completely in my veins, as if it had chosen on it's own that it didn't want to keep me alive anymore.
Oh my. I'm dying.
No, no. It was just a twig I stepped on. But a whinny? I'm sure I wasn't that freaked to actually speak aloud. Am I talking to myself? Hell no. Maybe it was just another horse. Oh! Another horse!
I pushed myself forward then, breaking through the thicket of bone-like trees, their starch-white branches scrapping at my face, my pounding hooves, and batting at my eyes. Suddenly I was face-to-face with the most beautiful stallion I have ever seen in my short life. Alabaster coat, like it glowed like a flashlight on glittery limestone from within, speckles of black running around his chocolate eyes in a perfect circle. Perfect. His horn was the most attractive I have laid eyes on. Shattered and jagged, dried blood oozed at the curved, sleek slender, like polished marrow until it shined faintly of a blue hue. Like moonlight on freshly fallen snow.[/color] { ooc; ohkay, so i tried out your method about first person. turns out i also works for Amethyst in this case. i thought it'd be interesting to have them both use the same format in the thread. yes, she sounds arrogant as well. oh well, she's a 'bitchy' kind of mare. and loves attention, oh yes. i enjoyed writing this and will for more. 8D lyrics= the climb ,, miley cyrus }[/blockquote] |
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Post by `gossamer. on Mar 26, 2009 21:00:45 GMT -5
Oh, so that's what it was. A mare! A lady. For a moment she looks slightly spooked, probably from the twig, but then she sees me. Stops and looks. Stares. I know, dear! I know I'm lovely! You needn't be so very obvious. But still, as she's being so still, I take the chance to look at her.
› A PORTRAIT ‹
She looks delicate, but not flimsy.
She is a pinto.
She has a horn, a black one.
A unicorn! I've met someone like me, on my first day here! Alright, so her horn isn't broken. Oh well, it's the thought that counts. And I think she's pretty, in an innocent way. Subtle, sweet. I like it. Some of those mares out there are practically blinding in all their glory, and if I get within ten feet of them we're as bright as the sun. Eye-scorching material, really. The point is, I want her. That sounds sick-minded, twisted, perverted even, but it's really not. Not lust, just a desire to know her. I wonder what she thinks of me?
It's starting to get awkward, methinks. She's staring as if I were an angel. Not quite true, but close, I'll admit. But aww, such a darling! Oh, damn, she saw my horn. I hope she doesn't think it's gross. Still, at least she's looking at me. But as I've said, awkward, and very much so. Let's get this show on the road, babe! Remember, Rey, flattery is the key. Charm her, you handsome devil!
“What is a fine mare such as yourself doing in these parts?” Hmm, not perfect, but it'll do. “Your attractiveness absolutely dwarfs mine, madame.” Ah, that's better. Now I've got her! Not my best best, but still good.
› A SIMPLE FACT ‹
Pickup lines are for losers,
unless you have that rare talent
to make them work.
Need I say I'm very talented?
{ ooc; oohlala, i had fun with this one! xD &, dried blood = sexalicious. sorry it's kinda short, but amusing nonetheless.
please excuse rey's french x3
lyrics from Don't Trust Me, by 3OH!3. } |
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Post by `amethyst on Mar 28, 2009 5:59:34 GMT -5
[/u]} - - -[/center] He does seem lonely, no, Amey? Dear, talk to him! He's speaking to you. I should stop gawking like I'm a total idiot. Like I've never seen a broken-horned horse before. Which, technically I never have in my short life. Nevermind that. Stop staring. Stop staring. It's becoming awkward, and it's obvious enough because I can't tear my eyes from him. It's as if white-hot coals were placed under his skin and started glowing with it's own personal light, making him faintly brighten like a torch in the darkness.
Oh dearest me. I don't want to! At all, but he's speaking to me! I can't just ignore him. It'd be completely and utterly damn right rude. Now compose yourself like the lady you are. "Very flattering, monsieur. It's Amethyst, dear." Did you just call a stranger, 'dear'? You don't even know his name! How preposterous! Oh, why can't just be like my normal charming self? He's like a prince charming, no? Yes. He came out of no where. The dam was lost in the woods. They fall in love. Pure cliche. Perfect!
No. Not perfect. Not at all. I was lost, and even though I have no idea if I want to fall in love in my life yet so far, at least I should get to know him.--- VERY FLATTERING, LOVE ---
i was just wandering loose,
not saying i'm prisoner of some sort.
well, you could say that. And so, since I couldn't think of anything else to say; not to mention the thin air seemingly scratching the life out of my throat; I spoke. "Et votre nom,
monsieur ?"
Crap. He wouldn't understand that! The language of the French equines isn't that completely vast. All I did was ask his name! Nothing to complicated, right? Wrong. Ohh, I just made a terrible, ugly, dare I say it, mistake. It's like staring Uncle Sarah in the face. I just wanted to get to know the fine stallion before dawn breaks against the night. That would be a cow belle calling me to dinner, you could say. God, why am I just so full of mistakes lately? This isn't working at all as I had it in my mind to be![/color] { ooc; ooo! i lovedd writing this! it's short as well, poo. oh screw it. i love it anyway. uncle sarah= old legend of a horse that couldn't decide if it was a boy or girl. in real life it isn't true, but my granddad told me it just to make me laugh. it's a family kind of inside joke. C88 }[/blockquote] |
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