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 Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2007 12:35 pm
Glassy black eyes peeked up into the trees curiously. The trees were so big and old that they must have been there for ages before she was even a hatchling. Tilting her head she continued on her way, her legs pranceing in an uplifted step that kept her more in the air then on the ground.
A curling mane of lime and lemon were lifted into the air by the faint breeze, white a spiraling tail of ebony and silver swayed and blended into the night air. Wings of blak, blue and yellow were painted to her sides, a beautifully intricate mimic of an actual bird. The age of the trees around her gave a feeling of power to the old mountain forest.
The somber feel around her changed her normal tune, normal full of soft high-pitched notes and up-beat chirping, her birds song turned into something ghostly and somber, leaving her green and black face to float on the chilly night wind.
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2007 12:45 pm
He was hungry.
Well, that wasn't entirely accurate, as he was already feeding upon the berries that had caught his muzzle but all the same. He had slept for more years than the generations of spiders that guarded him could possibly count. Many generations had passed, the tradition and secret handed down from spider to spider in order to ensure that he remained comfortable and content in his 'eternal' slumber. Unfortunately - it hadn't been an eternal slumber as some rather peculiar female had abruptly woken him up.
Ah, it wasn't that he was a terrible morning person but he had wanted to remain asleep and now that he had been disturbed it was one of those infuriating cases where he had found it impossible to slip back into his reverie. Unable to settle, assuming such a disturbance had been a sign...it wasn't long before he had gathered up his strength (after much grumbling) and had drawn himself out of his hidden cove.
All in all, the forest hadn't changed and while the atmosphere was much heavier due to the presence of his traumatised - yet adoptive son it was still tranquil. As always, visitors were rare to these regions and thus it had given him the rare opportunity to 'explore'. Explore being the key word here as it should be noted that it was rather difficult to see through the mounds of hair that rested over his eyes - in all honesty he felt his way about, used his sense of smell and what memory he had of the forest from before he had slumbered.
Lucky for him it hadn't changed much.
Nevertheless, settled in his ways and content to remain in the same spot he only revealed a slight acknowledgement of the news overhead. As of yet, the younger generations of forest animals still fluttered off to report visitors or 'trespassers' to Azumoth. He didn't blame them, it would take them time to realise that these were his lands but all the same...visitors were a rare thing.
Meh - let them pass through.
Had they been violent there would have been a greater uproar and then the somewhat stoic stallion would have made his way towards the threat but at present...berries or any food in general was a damn sight more important than a visitor.
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2007 12:57 pm
She sang in soft lilting tones that turned her normaly brilliant personality into something softer, more concerning as she gazed at the old trees. She heard something off to her right and tilted her head, not realy turning it much like the way a young bird would when it head a branch snap near it.
Ears twiching she ruffeled her fur and bounded light-footedly around a few trees... only to see.. Wings. Glossy feathers covered in silken spider webs. locks and locks of hair as black as the void itself, and a long spiraling horn that was unlike the few she had seen before.
Feather... so many feathers, and wings. Not like the ones she had, the spirals and feathers painted on by the brilliant colors of her coat, but no, actual feathers and flexed and ruffeled with the foce of wind and muscle.
Her eyes grew wide, the black of her eyes surrounded completly by white, for a moment stunned into silence, no notes, happy or somber fled from her mouth, and she was completly still, as if she were indeed a songbird who had just spottted a bird of prey.....
But slowly she tilted her head to the side, her eyes going back to normal, and her tail starting a curiouse sway as she watched the stallion carefully. He had wings... was he a bird to? She took one step forward tilting her head even further with her curiosity, but desided untill she knew if he was a finch or a hawk, getting closer was probably not the best, so instead she once again started her sonf, a soft fall of notes that slid through the air to the winged horse.
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2007 1:05 pm
Well that was rather quick, no sooner had he returned to dining on his berries when the faint hoof beats had come to a halt and he became aware of eyes upon him. Well, it was more like a glare, the burn upon his back lasted that long anyway but lacked the intensity to cause any concern. Thus, he assumed that the gaze was one of curiosity and with a slight shift of his weight from his right to his left, he lifted his head.
That move alone caused the mane along his back to ripple, but rather surprisingly the webs remained undisturbed. So smooth were his movements, controlled yet otherwise unrestrained that he had the motion of what could only be described as water. Unfortunately, the 'turn' was more for show than anything else as it became apparent that he couldn't see. Rather, the long mane completely covered his eyes leaving him, on no uncertain terms, completely blind to the world that lay before him. This didn't mean that he was blind, had he chosen to cut away the hair then he would have had perfect vision but this was how he preferred things to be.
Alas, as the song once again rose and caught his attention he couldn't help but release a delicate yet hushed chuckle. Never one to speak loudly or to strain his voice, he would probably be more accurately described as an 'ethereal' being than anything else. Somewhat ghostly, haunted both in appearance and mannerisms it was hard to believe that the once slumbering stallion was still very much alive.
"A stranger in the midst of this dark grove, a stranger who knows not the risk they undertake," he recounted, aware that she was the visitor that had caused such alarm in the young creatures of the forest before. "And yet a visitor who can sing deep within the depths of the void - an impressive feat."
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2007 1:38 pm
Birdy tilted he head the othe way, takeing in his words and replying with a few warily happy chirds, inching forward. He seemed a calm and composed mare, but nothing that would harm her. She was entranced with his wings... and all of that gloriouse hair. Soon she was just bearly a foot away from him, sweet littel sing-song voices escapeing her in somber littel songs.
She had ment no hard or fear to the other creatures of the forest, she had never thought of herself as one to cause alarm for anything. But then again this was not a normal forest, and she wouldent exactly expect its inhabitance to be your run of the mill creatures either.
Very very slowly she streached her neck out, her head inching closer to his face, wondering how he could navigate with all of that hair. There was one particularly large spider hanging from his horn and she looked up at it -for she was considerable smaller then him- amazed at how the all crawled over him with such obviouse purpose, the displays of their craftsmanship showcased across his wings and tail.
And those feathers, she just coundent get over the wings. Could he fly? An emotion that was not envy but longing lanced through her with a blow that was almost painfull. She came to terms with the fact that she would never fly like her smaller winged counterparts when she was still a small filly, but still, now to see wings on another almost made the old woe feel like a fresh wound.
Her song was soft and calming as she turned her head sliughtly to look at his upper wings.. were they... transparent? She could almost see the curve of his back through the upper feathers... well that was new.
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2007 2:05 pm
Closer, she drew nearer. His heightened senses were aware, his personal space invaded by the curious female and yet he made no attempts to draw away. Secure in himself, he wasn't so inclined as to pull away as though struck or approached by the inflicted. On the contrary, he smiled and gave a nod simply to show that he was aware of her close proximity.
It was odd though, how peculiar her songs were.
While he wasn't an optimist he wasn't a pessimist either and to hear such solemn songs in an almost constant stream was somewhat perturbing. He simply couldn't fathom what would cause such a thing but then again he had been asleep for so long. Perhaps events had transgressed that he was otherwise unaware of.
"You speak little, most strange." He couldn't muster anything more in response though he was beginning to suspect that perhaps the individual couldn't speak. The twittering sons were more like whistling, similar to the whistles and chirps of the birds but a little more hollow and lacking in that smooth and 'natural' quality.
Was it a case of confused identity?
Or perhaps she feared the spiders, those tiny creatures that swept back and forth along his mane and tail to tend to the delicate strands. While he adored them, there were others who were terrified - or maybe it was something else.
So many 'maybes'.
Choosing to remain silent himself he gave a small twitch of his ethereal wings and shifted his weight once again as he began to turn around. He didn't mind holding a conversation - but not one with himself!
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