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 Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 5:30 pm
Well as her luck would have it the seasons were once again on the change and the cold times were upon them. That would mean less feed and more searching through the icy snow that would be up to her rump again. The Oryx mare fluffed her wings against the growing chill in the air. She hated the cold times, really hated them, even though the mountains were said to be colder. Just the thought made her shiver, hooves prancing in place, Aldora poked her head out from beneath her supposed 'hiding' place. With an empty stomach and also an empty head, Aldora pressed onwards and outwards. Keeping her wings close to her sides, she still refused to let herself fly, even after her meeting with a certain male... Where he was know she didn't know, but then again she didn't care. He apparently had other things on his mind to see her again. Now with something clogging the space between her ears, she forgot about just about everything around her. Even the ground beneath her hooves in which she glared upon.
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 5:51 pm
 The woodlands that were once so familiar to the young stallion were now forgotten from something of his past. The old oak at the center of the forest had once been a precious place for him. The route was once joyful and a trail he had memorized, but now his memory served little and he had forgotten his way. The stallion lowered his head and grunted as he raised his right fore hoof and stomped into onto the ground. The noise should’ve been a fairly loud ‘thud’ sound, but instead is was rather quiet. His nostrils flared again and he breathed deeply in irritation. The stallion felt lost. But the feeling of lost and an outcast was common for him. He felt as though he was in the world but also not there. Others could see right through him—literally. The transparent stallion lifted his head and began to walk throughout the woodlands.
It was the cold season. He had remembered how dry and barren everything was. And the once cooling breezes from the summer had turned frigid and cold. But none of that really mattered now. He couldn’t feel the wind. The cold. The rain. Nothing. Not even the grass blades that tickled at the end of his snout when he tried to sniff the wild flowers. Nothing. But he had grown to live without touch. At first he hated it and apart of him still does but it’d not like any of it would change. This wasn’t a dream that he could so easily wake up from. This was reality.
The stallion continued to walk throughout the bare forest. The leaves drifting from the trees by the wind that rustled in between the branches.
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 7:37 pm
Her own wings shuffling again, she headed towards the denser parts of her home. Eyes ever watching the shadows, for what she just wasn't sure. She never had been sure in the first place, just something out there made her uneasy. Stopping, her ears twitched to the sounds of the chilled wind through the tress. Shaking out her mane, Aldora turned to move on when something caught her eye, something between the trees... With lids closing to squint, the Oryx mare crept slightly closer. But it was as if the gods had wanted her to be known, without knowing she stepped on a patch of brittle twigs. With the snapping, her wings half unfolded.
Looking around, she didn't see what she had seen before. Was she going out of her mind? Had her life of loneliness driven to the brink of insanity? Heaven help her if it were so. "Hello?" came a whisper, too 'afraid' to speak any louder if something else just happened to be there. "Anyone out there?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 8:18 pm
The Stallion lifted his gaze as he paused from walking. The feeling had touch had faded away but he could still smell aromas and certainly could still hear. So when he heard a mare’s voice and smelled her scent in the near distance he couldn’t help it to be curious. Although he was unsure of how to make presence to her, as he was a ghost after all and not many took too kindly to his company. He breathed in deeply as he stretched out his talons and nodded his head. He needed to stop fearing everything. After all nothing could go worse for him.
Pulling himself together he advanced further with his nostrils following the scent of the near mare. He wanted to respond back and tried to do so. But every time he opened his mouth the words would never escape from his vocals. He had tried this countless time before in hopes that a miracle would happen. But each time was a failure. The Stallion paused for a brief moment and stood within the shadows. He wondered if he would be able to see her but doubted that she would be able because not many could see him within the shadows.
He just looked at her as though mesmerized by her presence. She a Jala just like him. Alive. Pure. Beautiful. What was he compared to her? Nothing. The Stallion lowered his head and his eyes glimpsed away from her.
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Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2010 7:59 am
With pivoting ears, she heard not but the whisper of the winds. Perhaps it had just been her imagination, but the uncanny feeling of someone watching her was something she couldn't shake. Twisting her neck around, everything had seemed clear, not a soul in sight, beside... Now that was curious, out of everything, one spot had a certain 'air' about it. Like there was something standing there that was to remain unseen, but... What was she looking at?
Catching the glimpse of movement once more out of the corner of her eye, Aldora side stepped a little closer, wondering if she got closer would it vanish. It apparently didn't, this time her head looked straight to the hazy, distorted spot where from one angle gave her a somewhat clear vision of a strange Jala. Stomping a hoof in self frustration, she looked straight on again. White and tawny brown wings shaking themselves out and scattering the leaf litter below her. "I know you are there, I can see you... Sort of." She spoke to the hazy spoke, turning her head just so much to see better, not liking this one way sight. "Why not come out?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2010 9:52 am
The stallion quickly cocked his head to the side and glanced over his shoulder to see if someone was standing behind him. There were countless times where others were looking in his direction but were not actually talking to him, but instead someone who was standing only a couple feet behind him. But right now wasn’t the case. This mare had actually witnessed the stallion that seemed so faded from the world. His ears perched forwards and his tail flickered a couple times at the faint happiness that settled at the bottom of his gut. The corners of his lips curved into a lopsided smile as the warmth filled him to know that he wasn’t completely invisible.
He breathed in deeply and exhaled, closing his eyes for a brief moment before opening them and taking a step towards the mare. She hadn’t run yet and apart of him hoped that she wouldn’t. It was a very lonely life being a ghost and all he really wanted was a friend.
He took another step then and another. He stopped only a step away and stretched out his neck. Another tingle shivered down the back of his spine, as her scent was now stronger now. His pale optics looking into her own eyes with curiosity and the slightest hope that he had now found the one he was looking for—a friend.
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Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2010 10:14 am
Aldora watched the pale and faded form of the stallion whom had been standing in the shadows. Hooves pawing at the ground beneath them, she told herself to stand where she was. Under normal times she could have fled to the shadows herself, but this was something she thought she could handle. What laid to her side didn't seem like any normal Jala, not with him being as faded and see through as he was. an ear twitching, making sure that no one else was there, playing a trick upon her. Aldora hated tricks too, they were the lowest of the low.
Stomping and turning her head as the blurred form came closer to her, ever closer. When he or it was close enough, a shiver traveled down even her own spine, it reminded her of the cold that was coming. Tense moment after tense moment, it was eating away at her insides as to how quiet this one was. Couldn't he speak? With a c**k of her own head to one side, she watched him, taking a small step forwards, another shiver traveling through her veins. Freezing her blood as it seemed, neck stretching, she tried taking a whiff of him. Nothing, strange. "Do you have a name? Can you speak?" There were many more questions, but those two blocked all pathways of the others. Thinking surely he had a name, maybe?
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Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2010 10:52 am
The nameless stallion still didn’t understand why the mare hadn’t taken off from sight of him. Usually others would scream out ‘ghost’ and run for the hills in thought that he was something horrible and nasty. However it was like the mare’s feelings rushed right into him and he could faintly read her thoughts. While being scared it was her curiosity that kept her still standing in front of him. He grimaced and nickered. Curiosity killed the cat, after all. And he was more curious about her as this was the closest he had ever been to anyone and the longest anyone had stayed with his presence near.
He opened his mouth as though he was going to say something, but the stallion knew better. He couldn’t speak to her. Nothing at all. And she could barely see him only when she had her head turned to a certain angle. She lowered his gaze from her as he dipped his head down. He had reached a dead end now. The warmth slowly began to fade from his body. He should’ve known better than to get his hopes up.
He raised his head to look at her again and dipped his head down in a bowing gesture. The stallion began to move away from her then, glancing over his shoulder at the last faintest glimpse of happiness.
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Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2010 1:34 pm
An ear pivoted to one side before flicking forwards again, thinking she might have heard, something. Perhaps that was just her imagination, but she could have sworn. As the presence of the cold started to shift away from her, Aldora fluffed out at the sudden mild warmth from her own wings swelled to fill in the space. What had happened? Everything seemed to have been going alright, he had made motion to speak, but nothing came out. Now he was moving off, leaving her standing there alone, again.
"Wait" She had called, taking some steps after the ghostly jala. It was true that she could only see him in a certain way, but was that so bad? She followed the presence of cold, not really wanting to let this one escape her. "Please, I'm sorry if I have offended you. In some way." She wasn't sure of just how to speak to him. Having always met others that could voice their own opinions. This was a very different situation.
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Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2010 6:20 pm
The stallion had paused and glanced back at the mare once again. He cocked his head to the side as he stared at her for a brief moment. His eyebrows furrowed together as he didn’t fully understand why she hadn’t run off in the first place and now it seemed as though she didn’t want him to leave. He raised his head and nickered perhaps the only sound that could actually escape from his vocals besides a snort and neigh. His ears flickered and he looked around to see if this was some sort of a trick—a prank for the ghost Jala. But no one else was around them. It was just him and this odd mare.
He tucked in his talons as he turned around so that his body faced her. He extended own his foreleg as he dipped his head down in a bowing gesture in hopes that she would see this as a friendly ‘hello’. The stallion curved the corners of his lips into a faint smile as he continued to look at her. He then stepped closer to her body and began to circle around her frame. He nickered as he reached out and gently blew a couple strands of her mane. He tossed his head back and neighed in delight as though laughter escaping from his vocals. He was glad that she hadn’t left him.
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Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2010 6:48 pm
She was relieved that he had heard her and had stopped. She hadn't wanted to drive him away, he looked like the kind sort, not the ones that drove many away or turned his back to them. Staring forwards she watch... Hold on.. There was a moment before she couldn't see him looking straight on, only from the side. What had caused this change? What ever it was, she didn't have to feel like she were looking away from him.
With an ear flick she heard something again, it was coming from the ghostly jala whom was coming back her way. With a tail flick, a wing reached out as if to touch him, but she knew it wouldn't hit anything. Folding it back, she watched him come closer and blow at her mane. A kind of giggle escaped her, as she shook the hair back into place before attempting to do the same to him.
"I'm Aldora, you new around here?" she asked watching him, wanting to be more friendly then anything else. It was her nature to be so, even though sometimes she fled before ever speaking a word.
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Posted: Mon Oct 18, 2010 7:48 am
The stallion chuckled to himself as she attempted to blow at his mane in mimic of him. He tossed back his head at the warmth her breath was to his transparent skin. He had never felt warmth like that before or at least from any living thing. It was odd and had a slightly desiring affect over him. He lowered back his head and stretched out his neck to her shoulder. He gently brushed the end of his snout against her shoulder so that it barely touched her coat. Why was it that he could feel her body heat? It was faint, sure. But it was there. His eyebrows furrowed together and he pulled his head back quickly. He snorted and scratched at the earth with his paw. Odd. How very odd, he thought to himself dazed in confusion about this curious mare.
The nameless stallion looked to the mare as she spoke her name. Her name beautiful but yet strong and suited her very well. An awkward wide smile came to his lips as he looked at her repeating her name in his mind for a couple moments before shaking his head.
These parts of the woodlands were unknown to him however he had lived in this world a long time and even more walking among the dead.
His mouth opened then as he tried desperately to vocalize his own name. But once again no words lifted out and he hung his head in defeat. There would be no way he would be able to talk to her.
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Posted: Thu Oct 21, 2010 8:01 pm
Aldora stood where she was as he reached out and brushed his muzzle against her shoulder. The skin twitched against the coolness of his touch sure, but that was to be expected. shaking her head a little, the fine hairs of her coat stood on end as he snapped his head back. She wasn't sure what expression masked his face, certainly confusion, they both appeared to be feeling that one. With him so close, she was in consent coolness, calm as well. Turning to one side a little, she attempted to walk towards his side, but as fate or luck would have it, Aldora didn't know which to blame. Something laid or appeared in her path, being the not so graceful Jala of the lands... She trips.
Which direction had she taken? Surely one would think that she had gone forwards, but sadly, not. Wings flailing at her sides and feather loosed from their roots, hooves scraping against each other. She sidestepped, and passed through the ghostly stallion, though not quite completely. Having caught herself before she could crash to the ground, the cold from his body enveloped her as she stood poking out his middle. Wings standing upright as if she were going to take off, wide eyes turned towards the stallion's head before a rush of crimson flooded her pale facial markings. Stumbling backwards, her rump meeting the ground, just clearing his body.
"I'm sorry, so sorry," spilled from her lips as she was sure he would find some fault to what happened and vanish without a trace.
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Posted: Thu Oct 21, 2010 8:16 pm
Impossible. The stallion lifted his head with eyes staring shockingly into the mare’s optics. Her falling through his body wasn’t impossible as it happened to any object that he touched and it’s what marked him as a ghost, but feeling her presence inside him was impossible. The stallion had lost his sense of touch years ago and now felt nothing whenever someone or something touched him. But the mare…when she had clumsily fallen into his frame he had felt a faint heat. At fist it was at the bottom of his gut but it quickly began to spread even to his cheeks. Was he blushing? He pulled his head back and snorted. Impossible.
The corners of his lips curved as he cracked a smile. It was an awkward grin, but one nonetheless. He nosed his head back and laughed.
Laughter…
The stallion paused as he finally heard his own voice. It wasn’t at all ghouly, but pure. He dipped his head down and brushed the end of his snout against her blushing cheeks. “Are you okay?” he asked. His voice deep and calming as he looked to her. “Aldora,” he gently blew a couple strands of her mane out from her face, smiling softly at the mare.
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Posted: Fri Oct 22, 2010 5:39 pm
Now there was a strange occurrence. Wasn't it just a moment ago that he couldn't speak? Now he was talking loud and clear, though she hadn't known what to have expected when first meeting him. Now her ears twitched thinking she might have been imagining it. But... He had said her name, she couldn't have been imagining it. How could she when... Oh this was all too confusing, it was only when he blew a couple of strands of hair from her face.
"Ye..yea. I'm alright. But... you, you can talk." she was still slightly confused from the minutes that had transpired just not long before. "What about you?" Her mind not quite catching up to the facts that he was a ghost and her falling into him wouldn't have bothered him. Still she couldn't shake the cold feeling, it was as if it had unlocked something and it would stay with her for as long as she could imagine.
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