Title: Thinking
Description: .x.Aiden.x.
Aalaya - September 2, 2007 03:41 AM (GMT)
OOC: fast forwarding in time a little bit. acting as if she just left from the beach.
The femmora was making her way back home after the encounter she had with Dancer. Her head spinned with thoughts from the previous events of that afternoon. The fem had asked her to help the lights, to bury their long time fighting for a new alliance between each other. There was too much to risk in this deal. Not only her life but her foal's life too. She had not been with her foal in a while, Grey Hope was at home with his father where he was safe. Rebel wasn't sure if she could even return to the Torn lands anymore. They were against the darks after all, she knew she had to go back to her father's land. In the Lord of the Dark's land she would be welcomed and she would train others to fight. It was where she belonged. And yet here she was, wandering. Part of her wondered if her son would remember her when he was older. If he would ever understand the distance that was needed between and how much Rebel adored and loved him. She felt like she was living in her mother's hoof steps. Leaving her bantle to grow up without her and she dared say she loved him. Part of her pitied her dam now, understanding why Eclipse had done what she did. Still, Eclipse had a choice. Rebel didn't. Now as she enetered the terrain, the banshee broke into a run. She needed to release her pent up frustration into something.
The ground shook as her pillars swept over the forest floor. She was like the goddess of a storm as her approach sounded like thunder. For once, she seemed to share traits of her true sire. The dark god. Another reason she couldn't help the lights. What happened when she died and she would have to answer to her kin for her betrayal. The shame she would face, Her pistions finally drew to a halt as she noticed the air had grew moist and the scent of water filled her nares. She was nearing the lake. The nymph continued forward until reaching the muddy bank of the large body of water. The sun gleamed down on the silvery surface as the fem stared out at the secenary. This truely was a beautiful land. No wonder so many would be willing to find for it and die for it. Unfortunatly Rebel was no one of them. There were greater things in life to live for than land. She tossed her cran slightly before her gaze returned to the water as she began to get lost in her own thoughts.
equinebabe - September 2, 2007 04:37 AM (GMT)
Cran tipped down to the clear blue lake.
The stag stared at his reflection for a long while.
He felt so much older than three.
He even looked older.
Librims parted and lapped up the water.
The cold refreshing water felt good against his dry throat.
His long crimson forlock fell across his eyes, his flowing mane falling forward.
When he had his share of water, he raised his cran.
Orbs scanned around the area, it was so quiet.
So peaceful.
He wished the world was really like this.
He remembered the last time he was here.
It was a painful memory and would always be.
Badra...
The name sounded foreign on his tongue.
A new name floated across his working mind.
Aurora...
A slight smiled formed his librims.
Slowly but surely, he thought of Badra less and more of Aurora.
So was he finally getting over Badra?
Or was Aurora just a distraction for now?
He never knew what to think anymore.
Quietly, he started to walk the shore of the lake.
Just taking a small stroll.
Thoughts appeard one after the other.
And in the instant he looked up, he could've swore he saw Badra.
He thought about calling out to her and almost broke into a run.
Then he remembered, she wouldn't be anywhere near him now.
Blinking quickly, the mirage disappeared.
Was he losing his mind?
It seemed to be the only logical answer.
Harks pressed back, almost to his skull, as he felt the presense of another equine.
So much for it being peaceful here.
He stopped in his tracks as the equine appeared across the lake.
His orbs locked onto the figure.
He wondered if they were going to be a threat.
Without giving it much more thought, he continued at his slow pace around the giant lake.
Harks now at neutral and his gaze fell from the stranger.
He didn't care right now about the other.
Aalaya - September 2, 2007 05:15 AM (GMT)
The nymph stood alone looking out towards the endless terrain. How long would it take to reach those mountains up ahead? Then past them. A few weeks and she would be out of the lands. Leave the darks and lights to settle their arguements by themselves. The idea was so tempting. But it would never be that way. Kings would never fight their own batttles. They have ways of drawing in all of the innocent into their disputes. Her nape extended downward as her mug came in contact with the cool water. The liquid run down her throat in a soothing way. After she had quenched her thirst she raised her cran back up towards the heavens. It was then she noticed him. The stallion in the distance that had interrupted her alone time. A frustrated snort broke the slience as dark optics glared his way. She watched as his sonar pressed against his skull bone. She raised herself proudly to her full height and took a defiant stance, letting the male know she was not to be bothered with. When he continued on his way her attention drifted away from him and back to the veiw.
Rebel noticed her hooves were sinking deeper into the wet mud. She tossed her head in discomfort and turned upon her hind pillars. Slowly she made her way up the bank to a drier piece of land. Her gaze swept around her, not far off was a cluster of trees that would protect her well for the night. That is if she was to stay for the night. Her thoughts wandered to why she was even there in the first place. She supposed she had ventured here in the heat of the moment, with no set destination in mind. The waterfall would have been a smarter choice. Fresh water nearby and vegetation. Plus the caves would have offered a secluded and dry spot to rest. But she had came here and here she would stay. The czarina remained as if rooted to the spot. She was not tired so she didn't wish to sleep now, so what would she do? Living alone was awfully boring. Her thoughts returned to her son once more, wondering what he was doing that very moment. Porbably laying down for the night in the safe terrain they resided in. Rebel need not worry for Grey Hope's safety in his grandsire's land. He was free from harm in the heart of the neutral lands.
equinebabe - September 2, 2007 05:44 AM (GMT)
The silence enveloped him.
The darkness called to him.
He took a staggered step toward the darkening forest.
The sun was setting and a black blanket fell on everything in sight.
A wind swept by making a shiver run down the spine of the stallion.
Even for summer, the nights were chilly.
There was an uneasy feeling about this place, like creatures lurked within the forest.
It was all his imagination, he told himself.
He wasn't scared or nervous.
He just never liked the night.
Not anymore at least.
Being alone made it worse.
Then he remembered the other equine.
The warrioress.
He could tell by the way she had held herself, what she was.
And she was proud.
Who wouldn't be.
Aidan was starting to believe in himself more.
Starting to be proud of who he was.
Not what others wanted him to be.
Like Badra...
He wasn't a dark and he never would be.
Why had he even tried?
All for love.
He snarled slightly and turned away from the forest.
He was determined to forget about her.
However long it took.
His gaze fell on the warrioress that he now faced.
He was still across the lake from her.
But had a clear line of vision of her.
He began his walk again.
Each step leaving a deep hoof print in his wake.
His hoof every so often would get stuck in the mud.
Right now, he decided, he didn't want to be alone.
He wanted company.
Needed the company.
Some interaction with another.
He hoped the femmora did too.
Within minutes, he stood directly across from the mare.
He brought his cran high, showing he was of some royal lineage.
He squared himself up and stood at his maximum height.
He was rather tall and still lanky.
Of course he still had tons of growing to do.
Each day he had more muscle than the day before.
Finally he was starting to fill out.
Cran tipped toward the mare, showing some respect for her.
When he raised his cran, his forelock had fallen over his eyes again.
It made him look slightly mysterious.
And dark.
His librims curled into a small smirk.
'lo there, femmora.
Aalaya - September 2, 2007 06:34 AM (GMT)
Movement caught her eye suddenly. There acrros the lake, the equine was moving. He looked torn on where to go. The fem watched him with emotionless orbs, offering no comfort and no help. She simply observed, pitying the creature for his uncertainty. Pitying? Who was she kidding. Though she did not express it physically that same uncertainty lurked within her emotionally. Then the brute's gaze met her own. Silently they stared, strangers and yet their gazes were bold and intimate. Then the brujo chose a path, something femmora had yet to do. Others were choosing their fates whiloe she stood and watched. Rebel believed her fate was already set in stone, why bother trying to change it? She was a dark and she would kill lights until one day a light killed her. But her was nearing, nearing her. Was he approaching her? If he was what should she do, turn away and leave or accept his company. She shifted her weight on her hooves as she tried to decide. Her time seemed to have ran out before she knew it. Soon the stag was in plain veiw. To run now would look cowardly. Rebel was many things but a coward was not one of them. Still, the sedutress' gaze remained out towards the sunset, her facade was calm, regal, and yet cold. She looked unapproachable and yet here was the stag, drawing nearer with every step.
It was not until the mascu was at a halt did the enchantress turn her cran to stare at him. Her trained optics swept over his frame quickly, taking in his weaknesses and strengths. It seemed he was here only for chat but bad things can happen. Still the stag was a year or two younger which gave the female experience and wisdom on her side. Untrusting and pesimistic, the warrioress' way. The stag was either a royal or thought highly of himself. Rebel regaurded him in the royal manner for she was one too. A descendant of a god himself. Her dam was a mere peasant light. Strangely though the dark did not hate her for who she was or her rank, but instead the fact that she had been cruelly abandoned in an enemy's territory. It was enough to make her think of the wench with malice. Her thoughts returned to the young stallion, barely even that. He had yet to develop the grown stag's frame. He still had the look of a colt, his gaze gave away the fact he had never seen battle unlike many other alphas in this land. "Stallion." Rebel responded with a smooth tone like cold honey. She gave a slight nod of acknowledgement in return. The brujo was trying, he was light Rebel could tell. But it seemed he did not want to show his light side. Dark wasn't a look it was a way of life, just like the sun kisser persona. At least he wasn't like Dancer, that would damn near kill her. "So what brings a wanderer such as yourself on this side of the lake?"
equinebabe - September 2, 2007 07:04 AM (GMT)
Harks flickered picking up on the femmora's words.
His optics resting once more on the equine in front of him.
The vixen held an essence about her that he was almost positive she was dark.
And yet, she talked to him.
She didn't yell.
Nor did she try to fight him.
Well, at least not yet.
And once again he found himself wishing that this was how the world could be.
Everyone living in peace.
Who was he fooling though.
He wasn't sure if there ever would be compete peace.
If there was, he wouldn't be around to see it.
Not with the immortal Dark King.
His attention focused back on the vixen.
His gaze swept over her bodice, taking in her rough not too feminine exterior beauty.
She wasn't the most stunning thing he'd ever seen,
but he would agree she was pretty.
Pretty but plain.
Not that it mattered.
He was simply making an observation to himself.
Quickly he brought his eyes to lock with hers,
almost nervous of what she might try to do if she caught him staring.
He gave a slight snort.
Trying to find myself and forget my past.
The smooth yet rough voice of the crimson stag broke the silence.
He had almost forgotten that she had asked him a question.
He was curious as to why she was here and not home with her mate.
That is, if she had one.
He turned slightly away from her and started walking.
He started in a circle around her, once, then moved away stopping near the lake again.
Lifting his cran, he looked to the femmora.
And what brings you here alone?
Aalaya - September 2, 2007 06:43 PM (GMT)
She could feel the brujo's orbs upon her shiloutte. His pools tracing over her every curve and suddenly she was embarrassed. The banshee felt as if he was examining her in more ways than just her strengths and weaknesses. She knew she was not glamourous, she had the worn look of a warrioress. If she had chosen the simple lifesytle of a royal maybe things would be different. Maybe she would be compared to those like Badra and Moonlight Dancer. The more infamous ones for their beauty. Instead Hope's Rebellion chose to be infamous for her actions. And for the first time, as this stranger stuided her, she regretted that. Still, she wasn't ugly. She was very pretty, she just didn't turn heads for her looks. But that didn't matter. It didn't matter what the stallion thought of her appearance. She was not here for his approval and had no interest like that to attract him. It was simply conversation. The silence grew around them akwardly. After a few moments it seemed the stallion's gaze moved back up to her own. She tossed her cran slightly in response to his snort. Her towers leaned towards him to catch his words. Finding himself and forgetting his past? Who wasn't doing that these days. War tended to bring a lot of deep thoughts, questions, and doubts.
And yet Rebel could not bring herself to admit times were changing and she needed to as well. Like a crab clinging to a rock during high tide. She could either turn and swim out to sea or be dragged by the tide. Either way she was not going to stay on that rock, that was certain. Her cran moved only when the stallion picked up his pace and began to circle her. Her gaze following him, but she gave away no emotion. Her sonar caught his words but she did not reply. What was she doing here? A question that was not new to her. She had yet to answer what had brought her here of all places. The czarina hesitated in her answer. Should she tell him plainly that she didn't know why she was here, just wandering or make up an answer. She decided the latter. "I have come for the opposite reason. To try and figure out what lies in my future and decide what path to take." She answered casually. It was partly truthful, or at least truthful enough since she had yet to figure out the answer. Beside it was a stranger she was talking to. Vagueness was acceptable after all.
equinebabe - April 20, 2008 06:00 AM (GMT)
The stallion gave an amused laugh.
Who really knew about the future?
Aidan didn't believe any creature could.
But then again, he'd been wrong before.
"Looks like we're both searching for a lost cause."
He was not so sure Aurora was the one he was looking for.
She had wit and intelligence.
Beauty beyond doubt.
Of course he was drawn to her but it was different.
He didn't believe they could work.
Perhaps as herd mates but nothing more.
They were like fire and ice.
Two polar opposites.
A slow snort passed through his nostrils.
He grew restless near the lake and moved back to this mare.
He still did not know her name.
Maybe she wanted to remain nameless, he couldn't blame her.
Gaining a little more confidence, he looked to her and catch her gaze.
"I'm Aidan."
OOC: It's crap but its all that I have right now. :/
Aalaya - April 20, 2008 06:12 AM (GMT)
The femme continued to gaze outward, towards the scenery. Her sonar turned towards the brute to catch his laugh and his meaningless words followed. Lost causes? What is a lost cause? If it's a cause that you are fighting for then how can it be lost. How can it be lost when it makes you question your very soul at that exact moment. Lost? No it is very alive indeed. But to search for a lost cause. Well who would willingly look for that kind of heartache. Silence took over once more and Rebel was left to her thoughts. Perhaps the buck would walk away. Most did at this point. Rebel wasn't a social being. You had to work for her friendship, trust, love, and patience. You had to work for her. And most just wanted an intimate chat with a random stranger to help get their problems off their shoulders. Well Rebel couldn't care less, everyone had problems. A new sound caught her attention and her gaze swung back to the stag. So that was his name. "Well Aidan..." Rebel said before turning and trotting a little further into the lake.
The water was cool but still a little warm from being cooked by the sun. It was refreshing to say the least. "I suppose you expect a name in return for that generous piece of information." The femme said with a slight smirk. The banshee turned and trotted back out of the water, shaking a little as she reached the stallion. Droplets of water soared in his direction, aiming for his pelt. The seductress smirked victoriously before continuing forward towards a small clearing. There purple flowers that tasted wonderful notoriously grew there. Rebel was in need of a good treat.
equinebabe - April 20, 2008 06:30 AM (GMT)
"I expect nothing but if you wish to tell me, I'd gladly listen."
The chestnut stag held a smirk of his own.
His harks pressed forward, awaiting her vocals.
His gaze didn't leave her as she moved into the water.
He unconsciously licked his lips, his throat dry.
He was suddenly very thirsty for water.
He thought about going to take a drink from the lake.
His body did not sway as she strolled up back next to him.
He didn't even try to move out of the way of the droplets of water.
They made small darker spots on his coat.
Even the few drops felt good against his pelt.
The sun was brutal.
He noted her smirk as she moved off to the patch of flowers.
Aidan decided to follow.
He had nothing else to do.
He followed behind her but not too close.
He gave her space.
As he passed by her side, he thought about nipping her in a playful way.
Ah, what the hell.
His neck extended forward and he placed a light nip on her flank.
With a quick side step and a toss of his crown, he moved out of the range of her hind legs, just incase she decided to kick him.
He shook and his crimson mane fell into two parts against his neck.
Aalaya - April 20, 2008 06:44 AM (GMT)
His words found her clearly. A slight laugh escaped from her librims. She paused and turned to face him. "Good, never expect anything. Because if you expect things you will be disappointed. Disappointed in life, in people, and in love. Be glad with what you get." Rebel said with a soft smile. Words wisely learned. Without a word the banshee turned her boidce in the direction of the flowers once more. Her slender pillars carried her towards the succulent vegetation. Her nape extended down towards the flowers...and then she felt a nip. Her nape rose and twisted allowing her mouth to reach the brujo at a angle, right below the juglar. He had moved away from her pillars but he had forgotten about her pearls. A soft nip was returned on his shoulder in partial warning. If the brute was smart a lesson was just learned and a new moved was taught. Rebel lowered her maw to the flowers and softly nipped one. It's sweet taste filled her mouth. Her cran bobbed slightly in pleasement.
She closed her pools as she escaped into a world with nothing except her and this wonderful taste. And then it was gone and her eyes opened. Her gaze returned to the stallion, her librims parted to emit soft vocals. "Hope's Rebellion, most just call me Rebel." Then the warrioress returned to another awaiting flower.
equinebabe - April 20, 2008 06:58 AM (GMT)
Aidan gave a nod in agreement.
Her words were very wise.
If you expected nothing there was nothing to let you down.
To make you hurt.
His tail flicked at his hocks as he stood there, contently just watching her graze.
Aidan was surprised to say the least as the mare reached out and barely missed his jugular.
He took a quick step back and bowed his head a bit, praying she did not take his nip as a threat.
He didn't want to fight her.
There was a light nip at his shoulder and he looked at the mare again.
A small smile graced his lips as she returned to grazing.
He wouldn't attempt to mess with her again until they were a little more familiar with each other.
If they ever got that far.
"Well Hope's Rebellion, it's a pleasure."
Aalaya - April 20, 2008 07:08 AM (GMT)
The femme listened to his words with a small smile. She parted her librims to reply. "Not yet and if we ever get to that point well if you got to know me it still wouldn't be a pleasure." Always a smart comment. Oh well, it never harmed and always kept the other equine on their toes. Well so to speak. Her playful smile showed she was kidding. The femmora gazed around the pair to look at the scenery once more. Her attention fixed on Aidan once more. "So who's the nymph? I noticed you were distracted and a stallion at your age is only distracted by one thing; mares." May as well get to know this brute. Besides better him than her and it wasn't as if she had anything better to do. Her tail whipped against her side in an effort to dry it. Perhaps going into the lake hadn't been such a wise thought after all. She could tell the stag was wary of her now, since that jugular move. Maybe that was best, that way he knew what she was capable of. It wasn't wise to trust stags so easily anymore. There was no honor left in this world.
equinebabe - April 20, 2008 07:18 AM (GMT)
"Perhaps I think differently and maybe I think it's already been a pleasure."
He spoke, a little cockiness in his tone.
He listened to her words, his head tipping slightly to the side.
A little blunt was she?
He gave a half smirk.
Apparently he was easy to read.
He let a small sigh pass through his lips before debating on if he should tell her or not.
"A filly I once loved. She's not a part of my life anymore. Its sort of complicated and its a long story."
Okay, so the story wasn't that long.
But since he shared a little of himself, it was her turn.
He boldly took a step closer to the femme and reached down, snatching up a flower.
He munched on the tasty plant for a moment.
He stayed close to her and let a half smile/half smirk dress his facade.
"Tell me, why are you here alone instead of being with your mate?"
Aalaya - April 20, 2008 09:03 PM (GMT)
A snort was given in response to his answer. She noticed the brute's cockiness. Not exactly unusual for a stag of his age. When you were young you believed you had time to conquer the world, save all that needed you, and love happily all in a day. And then real life had a way of crushing everyone to the same hopeless existence. But a few managed to find their dreams just the same. Her sonars flicked to catch his words. A long story. That's what they all said. And normally the stories weren't really as long as equines made them out to be. Simple, male meets female and they fall in love, but someone walks away. Tale as old a time. The femme raised her cran and watched as the buck moved closer. Bold move. She listened as he spoke once more. The seductress tossed her cran and moved her gaze towards the sunset once more. She hadn't talked about her mate in a while. The two equines had been betrothed and practically forced to be together. They had been young and Rebel was sure she had been in love then. She just wasn't sure if she still was. So the warrioress had been taking time for herself to try and figure out where she stood. "Honey, I've been alone for a long time. This ain't nothing new." Rebel said coldly, her eyes seem to be searching not in the present but for something in the past.