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 Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 7:30 pm
 It was a daring, move, but Aranthos' had never been one to sulk and hide when things got interesting. Granted, it was generally because he made things that way. The storm's and the winds had died down just enough to allow him time to escape and he'd done so, leaving to meet the waters of time.
They called it Yisi something or another. He'd never bothered to memorize the whole name, and it meant less to him now than it had then. He splashed into the water, though it really couldn't be considering 'splashing' at all. It remained in the exact same shape it had been upon entering, only now he was inside it.
A fish swam through his legs and she grinned at it when it skittered away, not knowing why. The tended to do that, these creatures: run through him and then vanish in a heap of fear for a chill that they could not see the cause of.
He stood there, his head just poking out of a deep point in the rushing current. A living Nequus wouldn't be able to whitness the whites with such ease, they'd merely be swept against the rocks. He, thankfully, didn't fall under that category and for now this kept his interest.
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 7:43 pm
The mud was thick and heavy on her hooves as the female Reya carefully paced through the new area. Ears flicking to display her displeasure to the world, the blunt mare gave her wings a flap to rid them of the dampness before folding them against her back. Aurora hated the rain, it had always brough ill tidings to her blood-kin, the darkness over took the sun's warm grasp and......
Well, that was a story best saved for another day.
Stepping through the thick brush of the forest, Aurora came upon a river of sorts with the waters calming for a few moments during the break in the storm.
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 7:50 pm
It wasn't often that he saw one of his own kind - alright, so it was a lie. He saw them around 50% of the time, but never, ever as normal as this one. The first had been. . . well, he supposed that was normal. The second deformed and eating the flesh of others. Not other Nequus, mind you, but fish was still meat.
He slid is way from his precarious position among the waters and clopped his way towards the other's side.
Stars marked her leathered wings, and she had the same eerie darkness he had, save for the colors dancing across her fur.
"You seem like the type that should be asleep now," he whispered in her ear, wondering if she could hear him. Some, he knew, could not. But most could manage that much.
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 8:03 pm
She had just been about to drink from the cool waters when an ice-cold wind, along with faint whispered words, brushed her ear. Not lifting her head, Aurora carefully glanced around to try and locate who or what had tried to speak with her.
Unfortunately, she didn't have the gifts a Speaker did.
Rock still, she waited to see if whatever was there to speak again. Then again, it could have been the damp wind......
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 8:12 pm
Well, well, so she could! This, this was something!
He saw her freeze, glance around. It was interesting to watch that chill slither down their spine. It happened to the best of them, the bravest of them. It happened to everyone and he just loved to oblige to a great equalizer.
"Tell me, do you believe in ghosts, Nequus?" he said loudly, tugging on whatever strings he could while she was here.
There was a possibility she would think seer, or illusionist. Perhaps something different, but that's why he helped with his little question. Then again, for many, it would put further doubts into their heads.
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 8:38 pm
This time, she heard the whispered words...along with the voice that spoke them. A male...his voice seemed to speak of the darkness and all that waited within it's cool embrace, whether they be or evil.
Standing tall and proud, her ears flicked to expression faint irritation at the chilling question; yet....she refused to run off like a scared child.
"I won't deny that they exist yet, why should I fear them? I have done nothing to proke their anger so, in return, they do no harm to me." A faint smirk drifted across her face. "Unless I have done something wrong in the last few moments?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 8:47 pm
Aranthos was more than willing to see her stand proud. He'd rather her stay, give him something to torment, slowly seep under the skin. The ones that ran, they ran, but the ones that stayed forced battles among themselves and every once in a while let it seep to the surface.
He lived for this emotion. It was easiest to bring forth scorn, anger, fight, and fear, so these were what he went for. Just to see a face change and twist, it was his drug. Why? Because then he could nearly feel it, and the chuckle of interest riding in his throat was finally able to be free. Blandness was just so dull.
"The difference between the dead and the living," Aranthos explained, curtly, so she would know, "is that one lacks anger." It was his duty to make sure they were well informed. If they asked questions he had no reason not to answer them, and answer honestly. What was the point of lying? What was there to gain?
The living fight to live, the dead have no need, so they do not fight.
"So, you tell me? Have you done anything to keep the dead's task off your pain?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 8:58 pm
Okay, now this guy was getting annoying very quickly. Is this what Speakers had to deal with during their steps on the living earth? She gave a faint scoff at the thought...NOT something she would look forward to every day.
Well, best if she stayed calm. If she went nuts on the spirit standing next to her, who knew what would happen. And, judging from his evil aura, he was someone who not let this slide if she ran.
Stomping her forhoof into the thick mud, Aurora gave a irritated huff as she glared at where the voice was coming from. "Anger is lacking but you quickly getting on my nerves." Her clipped tone fired the blunt words at the spirit, not caring if he got mad. Heck, it's not like she had anything to lose. "And, no, I have not. So why are you even asking me that question, good sir?" Sarcasm woven into her words was fairly obvious in that last statement.
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 9:14 pm
He chuckled inwardly with glee.
It was delightful to see her so full of emotion. He really liked this mare, and all her heated anger. He could keep this going to eternity if she blessed him so.
He clucked his tongue the roof of his mouth and skirted to her other side, passing through her backside. He'd send chills, just there, and watch her squirm and fume at his pestering nature. It left him feeling exhilerated. He wanted to feel that pulsing rage in his blood, to watch her feel it.
"I didn't ask it, little pet, you did. Recall your words, and weave them carefully." Would this infume her more? He didn't suppose enough so.
Then this surely would. "Atut, your temper will drag you no where but down."
It always curdled their blood to hear another scorn their actions. The living were so proud.
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 9:25 pm
She gave a mental smirk at his smooth words; it was a battle of wits, eh? Well....let's make a war then.
Stepping back a bit when he moved through her (the numbing cold causing her to tremeble), a fake smile drifted across her face as the marks of anger and sarcasm from before vanished. "Did you know it's not appropriate for gentlemen, such as yourself, to touch a lady there?"
Wings spreading to their fullest length, she turned her head away and stared off towards something unseen in the distance. "True, anger leads nowhere yet we all have it and have used it many times." Turning back towards where he was standing, she flashed another fake smile at him. "I am still quite young, unlike you. I have not seen what you have so I cannot speak as carefully as you, my lord." Stepping closer to him, her wings half-folded yet the stars remained visual. "Perhaps you would like to teach me the proper way to speak if you're oh-so-perfect at it?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 9:33 pm
Gentleman?
He'd been called a prince, a noble, a hierarchical b*****d, but never that. He cocked a brow and slid back a few paces to come to her front, staring wistfully at her eyes so very close to the tip of her nose.
"I believe I did, and, I believe, that if I see any gentlemen doing so I'll be sure to let them know."
Lord, now that was a term he knew. That was a term that left familiar on what little brain a ghost had.
"You speak well enough, but your weaving drifts with the wind," he toyed back, hinting at things she would not understand.
"Make yourself a basket, and catch the water, maybe then you'll know what I say." So, it wasn't his words, he'd stolen it from the Speaker. What was his name again? It did not matter, but there was still some emotion with his mental image.
It spoke of many nights as a young carefree soul doing just that, fetching forth the water from the rivers. The only one he couldn't fight back against.
Even her joy left him exalted. This game, it was, it was, interesting. For all his words, emotions were so hard to explain.
"You, my dear, are like a drug."
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 9:50 pm
A drug? Now that was a first! Well, maybe she could use this to her advantage.
Eyes closing so they were half-lidded with a seductive expression, she leaned forward and whispered into were she though his ear was yet she spoke loud enough incase he was standing elsewhere.
"Am I? Am I truely that irresistible to you, kind sir? You act as though you can't live the rest of afterlife without me by your side....is that it?" Smiling, she pulled away and stepped backwards a bit. The colors of her coat glimmered softly as she moved. Tilting her head slightly, she gave a half-smile before continueing.
"Or do you have another reason for saying such a thing to someone like I?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 9:58 pm
Well she had been.
"Only when you're acting to your fullest," he complained, upset that she'd dropped the toying game, and moved on to trying to lurch his heart.
"You are trying to grasp the wrong seduction," he said boredly, a sigh escaping his lips.
So he'd give her another go. "Emotion," he answered her question simply, as he often answered them.
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 10:05 pm
She clicked her tounge on the roof of her mouth, her annoyance creeping back into her words.
"Well, my friend. I wasn't trying to gain thy heart. If I did, it would be a difficult partnership for us both....."
Turning away, she stomped a hoof into the ground while her wings flicked against her back.
"Besides....." She turned back towards him with that old sarcasm laced into her statement once more. "Do you even know what emotion is? Do you remember what it was? To feel?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 10:11 pm
"I'm afraid not," he answered her simply, the wind beginning to stir.
Save for failure, he remembered that. And betrayal, and that slight thing called distaste. Maybe he knew more emotion than he admitted, but even then, it began to fade.
"What are memories but voices carried on the wind?" Maybe that's why it hurt them so much.
His own inner self had become suddenly very bored. He never liked intelectual questions. Ones that made you think as to why and how. It did not matter. Nothing mattered but that sleeting glance of overbearing uncontrol from the living.
"Partnership was never on my list," he answered her first statement vaguely, jumping around in his time.
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