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Post by Lady Whimsy on Dec 21, 2008 22:50:23 GMT -5
Prologue ~ Dust clung to his coat and turned black to sable, mane tangled and spun through with debris; yet his eyes gleamed, amber-gold, and an his horn glinted brass and silver. When the moon broke the clouds he rose on his hinds and shook himself, his bugling cry loose and tumbling across the coal-coloured hills. It was a statement, a challenge; he called out again, twice, three times – ears swiveling to hark the reply. When nothing lingered but stillness he dropped to all fours again, jet hooves scoring the earth with intolerance.
He had been running forever. He had followed it here, or, had it followed him?
The night had come suddenly, light snuffed out in one harsh, cold whisper. As moon broke over the hills again he recognized this place, and it sent shivers through his being. Not here, he whispered to the darkness. Not now. Not again.
The stallion turned, casting his gaze from one ribbonous horizon to the next but only shadows greeted him, air hissed through his nostrils as he tasted the wind. If it was here, he would find it; he would find it and drive it back into the night from which it came. He would not concede, and it would not be allowed to claim this world. This he swore, and his cry echoed through the stars.
Clouds swirled again, an ever changing mosaic, scattered glimpses of a future divined. When they parted the sky was burnt copper-gold: heavy in the east the Winter Moon, the Dragon Moon, rose slowly to meet her sister in the sky and begin again her reign over Kalidore... ~ * ~ * ~ The Moon was bright overhead as the unicorns gathered in the grassy field, bight and full and brimming into the clear and star-filled sky. It was the Harvest Ball, a night of games and merriment, stories told and re-told, of times remembered and futures dreamed. The field had been lined with colorful poles, strung with dried wild flowers and softly glowing moon-orb, which Rhaine and Lilaini had some of the other companions had been working on for half the day. A great bonfire crackled in the midst. Around the fire unicorns gathered - those noble beasts of Kalidore, the children of Kala and Kaedon. There were others too - creatures from the forest had drawn near to watch, silver-eyed wolves and griffons with pelts of amber and red; spotted goats and shy deer, birds of every feather and description that had stayed up far past the setting sun to snatch at fallen honey-biscuits and warm themselves beside the fire against autumn's brisk night air. Humans too, were there. Some were familiar to the Isle and others newly arrived; among them were the Guardians - the Keepers of the Isle and holder of Magic, and Companions - those bonded to unicorns. And there were others too, visitors, who had wandered through the Gates - those mystical portals between worlds - and found themselves haplessly on Kalidore. The harvest was a time for joy and celebration, all were welcomed at this feast and the visitors were no exception. As the moon rose high a hush fell over the crowd and Acosua, the Bard of Kalidore, came to stand in a circle of gathered stones. She turned to the others, the stars dancing in her eyes and across her dusted ebony coat. She waited until every ear had turned her way, then turned her horn the sky, her voice lifting to greet the moon and she whistled brightly, heralding to all who had come to listen there that night. Welcome, guests, from isles afar Who gather here in hollow’s heart, To dance and play as time grows soon, Beneath the gallant Harvest moon! And share with us, this night of feasts Tales of heros, fools, and beasts, So mothers, hold your Koré tight, And I’ll tell the tale of Dragon’s Night!
’Twas in the age before this one when the heavens were open to all the worlds and the moons of Kalidore and Kylindreal hung like twins jewels in evening’s sky…. Kalidore, as you know, was spun from Kal’s pebble - a beautiful, shining world, at peace with itself and the Universe. Kylindreal, on the other hand, was a shard that broke free and spun away on it’s own accord. It grew into a strange world of fierce nights and harsh dawns; unsuited to a Unicorn’s liking perhaps, yet this jagged moon made the perfect home for that most great and powerful race, the Dragons. It is said when the universe was made, the Dragon Aeon was the second creature to emerge from the chaos, after Kal. Kala had the power of Dawn – to create and make life abound, and we of Kalidore admire her work around us each day. Aeon, they say, had the power of Dusk – the power not only to create, but to destroy. Such a tremendous and terrible gift that was, and yet he accepted his lot wholeheartedly; he understood the breadth of that power, and with it, the great responsibility bestowed upon him. That was the lesson Aeon strove to teach his children, and for the millennia that followed, the Dragons remained Kal’s greatest alley. But power corrupts, as we unicorns know. This is why we choose never to seek glory nor act to impose our will unto others; that is our creed. To Dragons, power was something that coursed through them like the blood in their veins, and from such great power, the fall from grace is a most fierce and torrid decent. That was to be the fate of Thaedor, Aeon’s own son. Some say it was the gods themselves who first whispered to him, others, that he was driven crazy by dreams. All that is certain is that one day Thaedor challenged his father for the thrown. “Thaedor, you are my son,” Aeon said, “and the thrown was yours the day you were born.” “Nay, father,” Thaedor spoke, “It is not your thrown I covet – it is the Thrown of Heaven…. For are we not the Greatest of all Creatures, the sons and daughters of the First Stars, the power to both create and destroy within our grasp? What are we then, if not akin to gods ourselves? Why limit ourselves to this small rock, this corner of the skies, this meager existence of fettled indolence? We should climb upon the backs of those gods that came before us and reach higher – see what is beyond this piece, seek and discover the very essence of the universe!” “My son,” spoke Aeon gravely, “that of which you speak cannot be attained through mortal means. The universe is both around and within us, we are all a part of it, and no part is small. We cannot master the riddles of this universe any more than we can master those of our own souls. Forget this foolishness, and be at peace.” At his words, Thaedor grew furious. He rose up like the first night, immense and consuming, and slew his father where he stood, for his father’s powers were his own, and his to do with as he wished. And Thaedor turned his gaze unto the universe, all glittering and gleaming beneath burning amber eyes, and proclaimed it his own. The universe trembled at triumph’s laugh, rippling and echoing across the heavens. Soon, he declared, the Thrown of Heaven would his, and no secrets of the universe would be beyond his ken. Evil creeps upon us slowly, seductively like the promise of warmth at dawn. Drunk-sick on the keel of power, Thaedor’s followers came with him, ravishing and devouring everything in their path. It was the unicorns who felt full the brunt of his metal, for we children of Kal would take no part in his madness, and an eon’s tryst broke like a king’s body by ego’s hand. Many brave souls fell by those hands, many worlds were extinguished in the dark of Thaedor’s Night. The breath of war touched everyone and none of the universe was left unscathed, and night fell like ash that swallows the sun, taking with it the promise of light… They say the darkest hour comes before dawn, the longest hour as we wait for the sun to rise. What happens if that night did not end? the sun never returned? so stood the universe on the edge of that dawn, teetering precariously towards eternal night. One could not blame the forces for being weary, their hearts for being sore and dull, battle-scared of mind and body; but when Kal spoke about enlisting Mankind to their aid, the other clans laughed openly at her proposal. Yet Kal was undeterred, for she was keen and had felt in the human heart a kinship with her own – a soul striving for goodness, with the willingness to learn, and the capacity to reach beyond perceived limits and into the unknown; this was the boon of man. All of us know the Daiga, great All-Mother, Gaurdian, and Keeper of the Isle; how she became Kal’s Companion that fated night, and by that union so a truce was formed – not only between equine and human met, but by the elements that bind us all. For alone we unicorns stand as Magic’s Hold, but with Companion that magic may endlessly flow – a magic strong and pure and untainted, unhampered and unbound; and magic sweet and true, keen enough to match a Dragon’s own. So stood Daiga beside Kal, on the brunt of Thaedor’s dawn And the heavens all around them burned with night’s unyielding song And Thaedor rose to meet them, stars dying in his eyes Madness driven, madness deep and drawing on the tide.
“Who are you to challenge me to what fate as made my own? I am HE who sits astride the breast of Heaven’s Thrown! All that is, and was, shall be, and shall be mine to reign, And all will hail to Fate’s prevail that Dragons rule again!”
“Power,” spoke the Daiga, “is a sweet and quenching brew, A madness, pulls the mind asunder, obscuring breadth and view. What you seek cannot be owned, and was never yours to take And mortal souls like ours shall never hone the will of Fate.”
At her words, Thaedor struck with all the fury of his soul, And the universe was rippled, broken, keeling, to his goal, But Kal, she stood at Daiga’s side and they rose to meet as one And all that is and ever was then both ended and begun—
And magic bloomed with Kala’s gift and Daiga’s able hands And the elements aligned that day to grant a savior’s stand And Thaedor, downed by madness, by his thrown he was so was slayed And the universe, by Destiny’s hand and magic then was saved.
So it was, sisters and brothers of Kalidore, the plight of all hung in a balance by single strand of Fate’s web, and how it was Companion met who strung the universe together once again. Here me now, you Companions of Kalidore, and this challenge I present to you – embrace your magic, heed the call, and hone your heart; for only when all is in balance can good prevail, and the echoes of the past be put finally to rest. Know what came before you so that you might never trod that road again. Know your heart and everything it stands for. Know that Kal stands between you and the everlasting night, and know that your companion is ever by your side! But what’s this? So serious? The night is young, the Harvest moon is rising high, and there is still much merriment to be had! For we are unicorns, and meant to be merry; as Kal watches us, let us sing to her skies, dance beneath her watchful moon-lit eyes, and let our hearts sore knowing well that even Dragons rest on this fine night. But not forget, sisters and brothers, never forget –
On Dragon’s Night, a breath’s darkmoon after Harvest’s Ball has lost its bloom, Keep close your babes, hold tight those dear, For Thaedor’s ghost may then appear to whisk you off to realms austere…!
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Post by Lady Whimsy on Dec 22, 2008 13:41:15 GMT -5
Setting: The Harvest Ball; a large, flat clearing field where the Great Plains roll in to meet the Forest of Kaledon, scattered with a few well-placed trees; about an hour's walk or so from Muse Temple. It is a week's time since the Unicorns and Companions returned from their quest, and nearly everyone is there - unicorns and people alike, all enjoying the festivities; there is much to eat and see and do. As Acoua's voice drifts into silence, the talk begins again around the fire... Chapter #1 ~“Mare’s tale,” Xanthe snorted, perhaps a little too nonchalantly to convince anyone besides herself. “ Everyone knows that. Dragon’s Night is told to scare silly koré close to their mother’s side… and, we all know that ghosts aren’t even real...” She lay on the warm grass with long, feathered limbs tucked neatly under, her pale golden coat gleaming silver beneath the bright and heavy harvest moon. She was a young unicorn, not yet half-grown, and her features were quickly loosing their more juvenile qualities - gangly legs were slender and firm, unruly foal’s hair growing long and sleek. Her face was delicately chiseled, straight, and finely featured, set off with deep sky-blue eyes. Some might almost say she was elegant. Almost. Within those eyes lay a bright impish charm and honest impulsiveness.
“Oh, I wouldn’t say that,” shrugged Rhaine, Guardian of Kalidore, who was lounging against the unicorn’s warm golden side, her head propped on her elbow. Her eyes were the darkest umber, second only to her hair, whose generous length was bound with brightly coloured ribbons and pulled back from her tanned face. “Who’s to say what’s real and what’s not? It’s quite the vast universe out there.”
Beside her Tyden grinned, his thick dark hair falling across his eyes as he cocked his head to the side, as if considering the possibilities most seriously. The eyes gave it away. Even in the dim twilight, lit orange and dancing from the bonfire, they were clear grey-blue and laughing. “Well, I for one think that the old tales hold much wisdom,” he began loudly, his voice keyed to draw in the attention of those nearby. On the other side of him sat Lilaini, the other Kalidore Guardian, her companion Gypsy resting in the grass just beyond. “The Bard has spoken, and her words are true; it would do us well to take those teachings to heart.... And…” his reserve broke, the grinning spreading infectiously, “particularly, that last bit. If anyone here requires holding tonight, I’m all over that.” With that he leaned back and scooped an arm around each guardian, drawing them in against the shrieking and peels of laughter. Edit to add: clicky avitars too
((AND YOU MAY ALL BEGIN!!))
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Post by Admin on Dec 22, 2008 21:15:54 GMT -5
**For anyone who is new or hasn't seen the characters I'm using, their avatar's are clickable and will bring you to their full cert**Lilaini’s eyes danced as she listened to Acousa tell the story of Dragon’s Night. She loved listening to anything the bard of Kalidore had to tell, her voice drew you into her stories. The Guardian looked around and could not help being in a wonderful mood. The clearing was full of Unicorns and humans alike, and many of the humans were newly arrived to Kalidore. Many of them sat in wonder, taking in all the sights which the Harvest Ball presented them with. She enjoyed seeing them here, it brought back memories of her own wonderment upon her arrival to this lovely land. As Xanthe began to speak, Lilaini’s attention drew back to the group of friends she was sitting with. She nodded her head in agreement as Tyden began to speak and then shrieked as he grabbed her around the waist. Laughing, she struggled for a moment and then allowed herself to go limp in his grip, her arms . Turning her head, she spoke to him. “And what may I ask would you do with both of us this evening now that we are in your grasp?”, her green eyes sparkled playfully as her hair fell across his lap. The aggravation the young woman normally felt towards Tyden’s antic’s was washed away by the mood that surrounded her. Everyone was having such a great time, it was infectious, even for her. “ Lilaini really, Xanthe is sitting right there,” Gypsy’s voice rang out beside as the mare pretended to chastise her companion. “You tease the poor man incessantly one way or another it would seem.” The mare was in no way angry as she was fairly certain Xanthe did not understand what the Guardian had been joking about, but it seemed her duty to always try and be the voice of reason. The mood all around had flooded into her as well and she felt almost 100 years younger. Bobbing her head slightly to tune someone was singing nearby, and urge struck her. Tucking her legs beneath her, she rolled onto her back, thrashing her legs about wildly. “Ahhhhh….” She sighed in contentment when she had finally righted herself. “Now, there is nothing that feels better than a good back rub”. Hyacinthe stood moodily off to one side of the clearing, wondering why she had bothered coming in the first place. Everyone appeared to be having so much fun, and enjoying themselves. She snorted in disgust. Singing, dancing, storytelling…was this something that most unicorns never grew tired of? Her tail flicked rapidly back and forth, expressing her displeasure. Yet she had indeed decided to come, but she was now not able to remember why. As she scanned the group, she noticed many more humans amoungst the group. This, she also disliked. She continued to scan the group until her gaze came to rest on Phae and a male human standing on the outskirts of the clearing. Her eyes narrowed at the sight of the young man and she immediately disliked him. Moving off in their direction she pulled up alongside the pair, the light dancing of her ice blue coat. “So sister, I see you have returned from your little journey to Earth. Your good friend Spirit returns with a new wonderful companion, and you return with this…….man? Interesting turn of luck it would seem,” She scoffed at the bay mare, but grinned inwardly.
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Post by silentmoon on Dec 22, 2008 21:40:29 GMT -5
The brilliant chestnut mare, which was the color of glorious orange and red fire, laid down on her belly, keeping her legs tucked delicately under. Her bodice was fit, strong and sturdy yet feminine to accentuate that she was a mare, one of the many daughters of Kal. Her companion, Ali was laying leaning against the mare, holding tightly to a unikore weanling, Acheflow. The spotted unicorn was struggling madly to escape the human’s grasp, but was unsuccessful before relaxing in defeat. “Phooey.” She sneezed. “Maybe if you’d stop squirming, I wouldn’t have to hold you so tight!” The girl chided, her eyes looking sternly into the filly’s green eyes. “Hush you two. Acosua is going to begin her story.” Fiera thrummed lightly, eager to hear one of the many tales she’d fallen in love with….
Afterwards, “Cute one, isn’t she?” Amaterasu inquired, standing close to the trio while they were lying down. Fiera rolled her eyes, but looked up at her sister. She was golden as the sun, yet her hair was the color of milk white jade. Amaterasu looks a lot like Muse. Always did, thought Fiera, “So, you guys never told me. How did she come to be here? I didn’t think there would be any young ones around this time. Everyone else has grown a considerable amount.”
It was Amaterasu who answered after a few moments, “Ali wandered off for a few moments when she heard something. I let her go, but after awhile she didn’t return back to me or here, so I came looking for her. And what I find is that she’s found a weanling. Anyways, the girl wanted to take her home.” Ammy looked ahead, watching everyone enjoying themselves so far.
Fiera snorted, musing over who Acheflow belonged too. “Isn’t she adorable though? Even though she’s gotten me running all over the place. Makes me wonder what you all looked like as little young ones.” Ali gushed happily.
“Young ones? Are you trying to tell me something?” Ammy gapped, playfulness brimming in her voice and eyes before she leaned down to nuzzle Aceflow’s head affectionately. The kore suddenly struggled once more when she broke free, running off. “Stay, she’ll be fine.” Fiera grabbed Ali’s shirt with her teeth, pulling her down before she went off after the filly. “Oh, alright.”
Acheflow’s thin, spindly legs sauntered over to a random group: Rhaine, Lilaini, Tyden and Xanthe. Her large green eyes peered at them curiously before she squeaked out, “Heh…ow! Me… bother?” What she meant was ‘My brother?’ to Tyden, since he was the only male there, but it would have to do. She then cocked her to the side, peering over at Xanthe.
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Post by Delicious on Dec 23, 2008 0:12:03 GMT -5
<rewind slightly to immediately after the Bard has finished her tale> The merriment and music rung hollow in Pasiphae's ears, as she stood on the opposite side of the clearing from the majority of the herd. She kept her eyes centered on the bonfire, letting the blazing flames burn themselves into her retinas until the brightness washed out all else. Forcibly keeping her mind blank, she simply let the heat play against her skin - hoping that with enough time, it could banish the chill that had settled in the middle of her chest. "Hungry?" a voice at her shoulder asked, and Pasiphae turned to regard it's owner. The light from the fire made it difficult to make out more than a vague smudge of a silhouette at first, but as her eyes began to adjust she found herself looking at the strong solid shape of a man. His hair was disheveled, and greying slightly at the temples - albeit barely noticeable due to it's already sandy blonde coloration. His eyes were a clear blue and his face, while well-worn and weathered beyond it's years, wore a light pleasant expression - the corners of his eyes crinkled slightly in a smile. "Not really." Pasiphae replied flatly, and turned back to regarding the fire. "Hrm. Too bad." Liam responded, punctuating his reply with a loud bite from an apple he had on hand. "Good food tonight, even if the surroundings are a bit odd." he chuckled, soft and low. "Decent story though - that mare ... Acasia, no ... Acosua you said, definitely knows how to spin a proper tale." "Mmm." "Not much of a talker tonight, I see. Bit of a change from the journey on the way here - blistered my ear enough then." Liam shook his head bemusedly. "Not that I didn't deserve it ... can't see what I was thinking, assisting in an attack on a lot o' lasses. Still though ..." he frowned, "Don't see what else I can do but beg their pardon - unless there is more that you're not telling me. Damn this head of mine - if I could just remember!" Pasiphae sighed heavily and turned towards Liam. "No - there's nothing else. And you're right - short of going back in time and stopping it from happening in the first place ..." Liam quirked an eyebrow at the bay mare. "Can you ... do that?" Phae, caught off guard, let loose a sharp laugh. "Me? Oh goodness no. I'm not much good for anything - couldn't even patch up your sorry hide in the first place." "Don't know about this mumblety-peg that your lot can apparently do - but I have to say you're one of the finest talking horses I've ever known." Liam replied, grinning hugely. "Oh horse now, am I. Why you ... !" Pasiphae mock-lunged at the man who scrambled nimbly to avoid her - managing to land a slightly stinging slap on her rump. "Ha! Will have to do better than that to catch me, lass. And ... oh sod it. Dropped my apple." Liam stared mournfully down at the fruit that was now bespotted with leaves and dirt. "Serves you right, miserable beast that you are." Pasiphae returned, smugly - and lowered her head to snuffle at the dropped apple. "Don't know what you're complaining about though - it's still good." she said, and munched the remainder of the fruit whole. "For you maybe ..." Liam trailed off slightly as a blue mare approached the duo. < updated to current time > "Hello Hyacinthe." Phae replied to the icy blue mare, her tone brittle and scathing. "It's true - I've no Companion this time around. But, strange or not, at least I've found someone who takes some small measure of enjoyment in my company. Which is more than I can say of some here tonight." ((Will be inserting Spirit n’ such a bit later. Honestly they’re being rather boring – just sitting and enjoying the music and company, and ignoring Phae. Mostly.))
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Post by angelofmusic on Dec 23, 2008 1:04:30 GMT -5
Trinity stood there, watching the others that she had come to meet after her first arrival in Kalidore. There were timeswhen she still thought it all just a dream, but then she remembered that what she saw, the unicorns, that it was no dream. The week had passed and she had started to communicate a bit with the unicorns that she came in contact with. Her dresses had been cleaned, the two that she had, and she didn't really care that she only had the two. She was in a place where she felt she belonged.
Aurellie, a lovely mare had found Trinity and begun to befriend her. It had not taken long till they were with each other each day since Trininty's arrival. The mare found the girl and would nudge her arm softly. When the girl would turn and hug her, she nuzzled the girl fondly.
((Sorry, putting this in quickly before bed^^ Hope it's alright^^))
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Post by geob on Dec 23, 2008 2:07:50 GMT -5
Strolling around the edges of those gathered around the fire two mares made their way from the array of food making for the less populated side where they could lounge and enjoy the sites and sounds of those around them. The bright red mare with the starry dapples, Luminista by name, carried an apple and a carrot both in her mouth making very pretty picture-if you like a smoking, stuffed unicorn, that is!
The other mare, Foehn Miri, shook her dark brown head slightly and stifled a giggle as she considered her friend's appearance. "Lumi, you realize you look silly don't you?"
"Mmph," was the only reply as they reached a spot not far from a small group that included one of those humans that were becoming so numerous, this one male with hair a kinda flaxen color.
The two of them settled down, Luminista lying down with her legs tucked under while Foehn Miri stood hip-shot and broad side to the fire. Once settled Luminista set her goodies on the ground and began to nibble on her carrot. The fire reflected brightly on her red, red hide. Foehn Miri's liver chestnut coat seemed to absorb the fire's glow while her flaxen mane and tail reflected the light like a beacon.
They couldn't help but overhear the exchange between the bay mare and the ice blue mare, but made no comment only exchanged a look and cast a questioning look toward the bay. This group is one they do not know, so they are unsure of the dynamics in play here. Their sympathies however are leaning strongly toward the bay.
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Post by shazzadee86 on Dec 23, 2008 5:55:36 GMT -5
Resting her back against a tree, Aislinn stretched her legs out in front of her. It had been a week since her arrival on Kalidore, but she already felt more at home here than she had thought possible. This was probably mainly to do with Persephone, her unicorn companion and one of the people she owed her life to. Persephone herself was stretched out beside her, resting her large head in Aislinn's lap, a picture of contentment as they listened to Acosua's story. Persephone's daughter, Pandora was also with them, eyes bright with the attention she gave the master bard, she never tired of the mare's tales, however many times she heard them. A slight breeze blew cool through the air, ruffling midnight manes and auburn hair alike, but it wasn't chilly by the bonfire, and the mood was light and enjoyable. As the tale came to a close, chatter ensued, the party atmosphere infectious. Aislinn wished she had her flute, but like the majority of her possessions, it had been lost when she had been arrested. Instead she started braiding her friend's mane, conveniently placed well within the reach of her fingers. A friendly nose peered over her shoulder, watching her nimble fingers with curiosity. 'Do you believe ghosts exist?' Pan spoke softly, turning to her mother. Her amethyst eyes filled not with fear as some would expect, but rather excitement, she wanted there to be more to this world than what she saw before her, however wonderful and full of life and colour it was. In a way, she wanted to find it. Persephone took a moment before answering her kore, her mind taking it's time to pull itself out of the relaxed state she was in, her usual restless nature for once calmed. Breathing in the smell of the changing season, the smell of life preparing for it's time of rest, she lifted her head and her emerald eyes met the questions pouring out from the amethyst depths before her. 'I believe life comes, and life goes as it must, for it needs to if it wants to come again. The old must invigorate the new. Perhaps ghosts are merely the impression that life that has gone has left on the life that has come?' 'Thats not an answer.' 'It's merely not the answer you seek, Pan. There may not be an answer to be found.' Her eyes gentle as she watched Pan begin to fidget. 'What about you, Aislinn? Do you believe in ghosts?' Smiling at the kore's change in tactics, Aislinn untangled her fingers from her braiding. 'Not really. Even if there are ghosts, I'm sure they would have better things to do with their time. I hope so, anyway.' She sighed, her eyes seeing things her new friend's could not. Returning from her memories, her mind turned back to time at hand. 'I must confess I'm curious about the dragons mentioned in Acosua's story. Do dragons really exist? Are there dragons in Kalidore?' 'If dragons exist, they haven't been in Kalidore during my lifetime, but that time is short compared to some and I don't have all the answers.' Resting her head back in her companion's lap, Persephone sighed, enjoying the contact. 'I hope you had no intention of moving for awhile, I know I don't.' Pan snorted, she couldn't understand how her mother could leave questions unanswered! Surely there was an answer for every question, it would be incomplete without it, only half of itself. She decided she would always find an answer for whatever question she or anyone else had. 'No 'Seph, no intention of moving, for now at least.' Giving Pan an apologetic glance, Aislinn turned back and started to re braid Persephone's mane.
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Post by Lady Whimsy on Dec 23, 2008 14:53:40 GMT -5
There was a certain intensity to her eyes that made Tyden give pause, particularly with the way Lilaini had cornered him so neatly, baited and waiting. There was an edge to her playfulness, and he found his own rapier wit suddenly run blunt against it. “Er, well now,” he back-paddling slightly, maneuvering himself more squarely against Xanthe’s back. “I… it would, well presumed… as far as… that both… … probably be more then what one man should…” Scooped against his other side, her head resting lightly on his shoulder, Rhaine’s eyes were half-closed and dreaming as she embraced the warmth the festival night in full. “Aye,” she turned languidly, listening to her friends with half an ear and her brows drew together in practical observation. “A stallion tends to his entire herd, so surely, a small feat is to be made of but two...?” The silence that followed made her turn to meet them in full. Lilaini had sat bolt upright and Tyden had a look on his face she’d not sure she’d seen. Curiosity was written innocently across her features, her eyes a question. Tyden swallowed and cleared his throat. “I… have to go now,” he announced abruptly, turning eagerly to the black appaloosa foal who had just bounded into their midst. “Greeting, small sister!” he was already on his feet, offering the Kore a brief rustle behind the ears as he passed. “Isn’t it a lovely night for the Harvest Ball! And look – there’s Phae – way over there. Hullo, Phae!” he called brightly as he headed in that general direction.
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Post by Admin on Dec 23, 2008 15:36:29 GMT -5
Lilaini sat bolt upright, desperately attempting to restraint the laughter which was welling up inside her. She looked at Rhaine to see if her comment had been intentional, but she knew from the innocent, questioning look on her friends face, that it had been completely unintentional. This made the situation all the more amusing, and as Tyden jumped up, she succumbed to a fit of giggles. “Oh Rhaine”, she gasped as she tried to regain control over herself. “You really are too cute, I love you dearly”. Wiping a tear from her eye, she grasped her friend’s hand. Gypsy who was still sitting off to one side only shook her head at the three of them. Standing up, she decided she would go and mingle for a bit. Casting her gaze around she noticed Luminista and Foehn Miri and headed in their direction. She caught the exchange of looks from the icy blue mare, but ignored them. “Why hello there” She said to the group. How are you enjoying the festival so far?” The bronze mare bobbed her head in greetings to them both. Hyacinthe grinned. Her comments were obviously having the effect she had hopped. “Who needs company?” She replied icily, casting her gaze back towards Spirit and Lana. “It’s funny isn’t it? How unicorns become once they have companions….didn’t you and Spirit used to be rather good friends? Doesn’t seem like she has much time for you nowadays. How unfortunate.” She continued to completely ignore Liam despite the fact he was standing less than three feet away from her, with the exception of occasionally cast him nasty glances. It was during one of these nasty glances that she noticed Tyden was heading in their direction. Great, she mumbled to herself. Unlike everyone else that was present, she did not have any affinity for Tyden either, and she flattened her ears slightly. Looking in the opposite direction she saw a small group staring in their direction ( Luminista and Foehn Miri). Flattening her ears completely she gave them a very nasty look and turned right around again. * geob, that’s nothing personal, just as you can see, Hyacinth is a rather….cranky unicorn )Arieon walked majestically through the grasslands on his way to the Harvest Ball. The warm evening air ran through is mane as he neared his destination, and he tossed his head to one side, enjoying the scenery around him. It had been a long time since he had left his sunny shores to see the other areas of Kalidore, and he was eager to arrive at the Ball. Sounds of laughter and merriment reached his ears, and he quickly stopped at a nearby pond to examine himself in the water reflection. Arching his neck this way and that, he attempted to see himself from each possible angle. Sounds of laughter and merriment reached his ears, and once he was satisfied that he appeared equally good for all angles, he continued on his way, following the sounds of laughter. It didn’t take him long before he found what he was seeking. Stepping out into view, the stallion stood still and watched those around him. There were many new faces present, and many more humans than he was used to seeing. Word had come to him of the Guardian’s adventure, so he knew that more humans had crossed back through the gates into Kalidore. He was glad to see them. The stallion stood where he was and decided to watch the festivities for awhile.
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Post by angelofmusic on Dec 23, 2008 21:29:07 GMT -5
After a few moments, Trinity would soon draw back from hugging the mare she had come close to since she had been there. She looked around at those that had started to gather.
"So many are 'ere already," she said and looked towards Aurellie, her hand resting on the mare's side.
Aurellie would shift a little, but didn't move from her spot beside Trinity. She nodded though as she looked at those who had gathered as well.
"Indeed. The Harvest Ball is well underway. Come, we should join them and not seem aloof," the mare said and looked around again, her eyes soon spotting Arieon. "Ah, here's someone you haven't met yet, come child."
The mare would start along, Trinity blinking, but moving to keep up with the mare. The two moved along till they stood near Arieon, Aurellie bowing her head softly towards him.
"Hello Arieon. I see you've come to join the Ball," she said and canted her head a little, then nodded towards Trinity. "This is Trinity, new to Kalidore. Trinity, this is Arieon."
Trinity stood beside the mare and looked at the stallion. She had seen stallions before, but a unicorn stallion was even grander. as she was introduced, she nodded her head towards him.
"Greetin's sir. T'is a pleasure te meet ye."
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Post by geob on Dec 23, 2008 21:55:19 GMT -5
Luminista started to her feet in a surge of temper, but was nudged back down with a bump from Foehn Miri's nose. "You gonna eat that apple?" Foehn Miri asked quickly. She knew if she didn't act quickly to distract Luminista the red mare would storm over to the icy mare and make a scene. Thankfully, another voice was heard from an approaching dark mare (Gypsy). It was just the distraction needed. Luminista might have a quick temper, but she preferred to bestow it upon those who were responsible for stirring it up. " The Bard tells the legends well," Luminista replied in a friendly, welcoming tone at odds with the temper of just moments before. "And the food is fabulous," she added. Nudging the apple over to Foehn Miri she muttered, "You may have it, I have suddenly lost my appetite," casting a glare along with a curled lip and a snort at the icy mare. "There are so many here we have never seen before," Foehn Miri put in, "and peoples as well. Please, pardon Luminsta's display of temper, it will pass soon. How about you? Have you been enjoying yourself?" Before the dark mare (Gypsy) could reply Luminista cut in, "May I get up now, or must I continue to be rude to our visitor by lying here?" "Oh, feel free. Arise, fair Princess Luminsta," Foehn Miri answered with a chuckle. To their visitor she said, "As you have no doubt figured out this is Luminista and I am Foehn Miri." She stepped aside allowing her friend room to get on her feet. "By the way, she is no princess, she just sometimes acts like one." Foehn Miri whispered to the dark mare (Gypsy) in a teasing tone. (( Hyacinthe's attitude is seems so cold, referring to her as "the icy mare" just seems so appropriate. ))
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Post by Delicious on Dec 24, 2008 5:31:05 GMT -5
"Well, it's a good thing you need none, Hyacinthe - for you'll find none should you go looking." Pasiphae raised her voice in a parting shot at the prickly mare, glaring at her hindquarters as she sauntered away.* However, as Tyden's address caught her attention, her gaze shifted, and she regarded the man warily as he wandered closer. "I don't suppose you've come to give me an earful of how-could-yous and what-were-you-thinkings too, did you?" she asked the man, her ears flattening slightly as she glanced almost involuntarily at a wheaten bay and young woman lounging on the other side of the fire. Liam, seeing a small window opportunity to shift the attention away from Pasiphae's perpetually bad mood of the night - moved 'round the mare to approach the man himself - his face open and smiling and a hand held out in greeting. "How d'ye do, then - the name's Liam." ((Do hope I didn't misinterprate the "turned right around again" bit - got the visual that she turned her back on the lot of them. >.> If this is incorrect, poke me, and I'll fix it. <3 Also - I totally know I'm cheating with Liam's little avatar picture, hehe, but I'll replace it as soon as I have something original done. But for now ... feel free to make purring noises at Daniel instead.))
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Post by Admin on Dec 24, 2008 9:07:52 GMT -5
Arieon was standing on the sidelines where he had first entered the clearing. The moonlight cast a silver glow onto his luxurious coat, and it seemed to shimmer as he stood there motionless. He noticed a pair break away from the others and head in his direction. They stopped in front of him and spoke, and he returned their greeting. “Nice to meet you Trinity,” he replied with a bow of his majestic head. “And nice to see you again Aurellie.” He paused before continuing, bending to scratch his leg with his horn. “Yes, I’ve come to join the Ball, I think nearly everyone will be coming. Have either of my brothers arrived yet? I do not see them.” Gypsy bobbed her head in greeting. “Yes I am having a very enjoyable time, I like seeing everyone gathered together. “ The bronze mare replied to Luminista casting her gaze towards the group who were nearby. She caught the irritation in the voice of Foehn Miri. “Pay no mind to Hyacinthe. She enjoys getting on the nerves of others, and shes rather good at it. Don’t allow her to spoil your fun.” Bending her head down she nudged the uneaten apple back in the mares direction. “So tell me, I have not seen you two in many many years, perhaps not since you were Kore. How have things been with both?”
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Post by silentmoon on Dec 24, 2008 10:53:50 GMT -5
Acheflow closed her eyes, outstretching her neck to relish in the scratch behind her ears eagerly as Tyden was giving her the rustle. But he made off to soon, leaving the kore looking after him in a questioning, wordless look. She swivled her ears and scrintched up her nose in disatisfaction. The black appy kore wanted someone to play with, yet everyone here seemed to be off on their own.
Turning to the closest thing or unicorn her age, Acheflow manuevered herself around the guardians to Xanthe, who seemed to be happy and since she was already hunkered down, there wasn't a possible escape route away from her. And as a plus, the almost-adult-to-be didn't look like she would bite! Acheflow took her slender foreleg, raising it to lightly to touch Xanthe on the shoulder. Just enough to catch her attention. "Play with meeee?" She shrilled out joyously.
Not to far away, Amaterasu looked on the the playful kore with bright eyes. But also wary at the fact that she was sticking her nose to far and to deep into trouble. "Eh, watch out for her they said. I guess. Just hope she doesn't get bitten to hard."
((Hope that made sense ^^))
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Post by zephyr on Dec 24, 2008 14:39:37 GMT -5
Brona had been dreaming for so long that she almost didn't recognise that what was around her was no dream. How could she think otherwise? She was as ephemeral, as not-here, as a ghost; she was completely transparent.She'd been drifting here for almost a week - it seemed a peaceful, idyllic world. Definitely a world of dreams; the 'horses' here had horns standing proudly from their foreheads; they spoke with humans confidently, and humans practiced magic. It had to be a dream - and yet, over her week dreaming - she assumed it was a week, but time was as ephemeral to a dreamer - yet she'd seen the sun rise, sun set, seven times.
She'd gone past the vague pleasure of a peaceful dream to a slow interest in these people, these unicorns. They seemed to have lives and hopes more complex than mere dreaming could conjure. Past and future dreams, fears. And then there was this ball - she had hidden herself in shadows, but when Acosua had begun her tale, the words hung in the air for Brona, like silvery strands of a web that caught and snared her, and drew her inexorably closer, hanging on every word, until she left her shadows and drifted into the group of humans and unicorns mingling and celebrating.
Vaguely, in the back of her head, she thought it would be a fun thing, to celebrate, and just as quickly suppressed the thought. People without a functional body couldn't celebrate; she was less than useless. All she could do was dream, and at that, this dream seemed to be under no control of hers.
But it was that feature that made this dream so very vivid. When she looked down, the grass wasn't a vague blur; the blades were separately defined, waving in a breeze she couldn't feel. When she looked down, there were small mounds of dirt, faded and layered impressions of hooves, even a small insect. No, no dream of hers had aver had such clarity or detail.
For the first time since the accident, she felt no pang of resentment to see the unicorns - their equine bodies triggered no flashbacks of falling, of her horse landing on her, of the excruciating pain that suddenly left her reft of feeling and movement altogether - these weren't horses, after all. They were unicorns. And she had no body to hurt anymore. No body that could feel any hurt, at least.
She let herself drift among them, letting their separate conversations wash over her, wondering if she were only to be a passive observer in this strange dream, or if her subconscious had scripted her a role in this. She slowed near Xanthe and Rhaine and Lilaini, hovering really right over the kore's head. Her attention kept being pulled one way and that.
She found herself scowling at the rude, scathing icy-blue mare - she wasn't sure herself of the new Liam's position or history - but she did find herself liking Pasiphae-she liked the sarcastic prickly humor she used - so she felt angry at the blue mare for speaking to Phae so. If she knew she was supposed to BE in this dream, she would have marched over and planted - well, floated over and hovered - near Phae and declared herself Phae's friend. She wondered how the mare would respond to such a revelation from a ghost-like human, then laughed at herself; it was a dream. Phae would respond as her subconscious dictated, she supposed.
She looked around, too, for Lana and Spirit; the human newcomer to Kalidore also intrigued her. Like her, Lana was handicapped - and yet, with the help of a unicorn, she was learning to overcome that handicap. Even before then, she was learning. But still; someone who knew what it was like to lack something taken for granted by everyone else. If she were to tell Lana what it was like to have no control of her arms and legs, to fell as if you had no body at all, would she understand?
It had been so long since she'd had a conversation with someone - she suppressed the fierce wave of loneliness, thinking of her twin, her other half. Lucid dream or not - could it hurt to believe she could be friends with the manifestations of her own subconsciousness?
And even further back in her head, a vague idea forming, a what-if:
What if this isn't a dream?
((OOC: Sorry for taking so long to post, I hope this makes up for it and introduces Brona well. It's been hard to find time to sit down and write much - with the holiday and family and all, it's a madhouse! Things will hopefully slow down after Christmas!))
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Post by Admin on Dec 24, 2008 14:51:40 GMT -5
(It was a wonderful post Zeph, introduced her very well )
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Post by angelofmusic on Dec 24, 2008 16:27:13 GMT -5
Trinity smiled as he spoke and she would then let her eyes wander those that had gathered.
"I've nay seen them yet an' if they are 'ere, they are most likely hidden among the others tha' 'ave joined," she said, looking back to him.
Aurellie nickered softly, shifting a bit on her hooves as she too would look, then back towards the stallion.
"I'm sure they will make themselves known sooner or later if they are here, and if not, then I'm sure they will come in time," she said with a slight nod.
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Post by Lady Whimsy on Dec 25, 2008 1:43:39 GMT -5
“Ah, the night is perfect,” Falling Star let out a hearty sigh, his eyes bright and dancing as he watched over the meadow, sprawled with unicorn and their kor, companions and other visitors, all having a wonderful time beneath the great glowing moon. “And ’Cos* gets better each year. You know I still recall when I first heard her speak, all those years ago on the plainlands… she was newly arrived on Kalidore, and Kal said I was to keep close an eye – at first I thought it was because I was meant to mind her, playing nurse-mother to the fledgling Korè, and I nearly balked on principal; but nay – that gift our sister possesses is a thing seen only once, maybe twice a lifetime? If we are by the stars granted so lucky… and who are we to try and impose on Fate? …which reminds me of the tale of the Shadow’s Foil; another good one. Maybe ’Cos will sing it next… certainly would set the mood…. Say you, brother?” he cocked his head, glancing at the silver stallion to his side. Odin hadn’t said a word, content to let his brother ramble unkept and free like blowing sage. He was, after all, a fine singer of tales himself, a very sure second to the Bard, and his gift was well suited to his station; Falling Star was both Guide and Teacher, spreading the learning of the Old Tales far and wide across the Isle. Young Korè and Koros would often spend several years in his keep, taking in the great wealth of knowledge that the spotted stallion so generously offered. Perhaps… a little too generously, at times; he could really run the ear off, once he got going… Odin in practice said quite little, which was probably why the two brothers got along so amicably. Now the silver dun only shifted to shoo a late-seasoned mosquito, offering his head a small nod in passing. “Seems to me, these events get grander each year,” the appaloosa continued heartily. “I like that. I hardly remember what we did before the Daiga started holding them…. And the little ones – they enjoy it so! Could hardly keep my class together this week, leading up… And the companions… ’tis quite incredible really, to see so many. Almost… has me a bit worried, what fate might be making of such a scene…. But… no place for gloomy thoughts, not on such a night – and ho, look! ’Tis Arieon… and dolled himself up for the event. Always one for such show… has he gone and shined himself with bees’ wax again? the silly peacock! Mayhap we go rescue Aurellie before he starts into one of those self-indulgent soliloquies he’s so fond of? Yes, lets – we’ve been standing too long anyways. I need to run!” Odin chuckled, giving the shorter chestnut stallion a small shouldering nudge. “You go; I must tend to my boy.” The other gave a curt toss of his horn and went bounding down the rise, his spotted coat looking like streaming stars in the moonlight. * * * Rhaine had smiled at her friend’s laughter, although she was still puzzled as to what was so funny, compounded by Tyden’s abrupt and fleeting departure. At least Lilaini had applauded her, so whatever she’d managed wrong certainly couldn’t be that bad… she frowned, a flush covering her cheeks, hidden by the fire’s rosy glow. So she changed the topic, turning back to Lilaini and clearing her throat loudly in a painful attempt at feigning indifference. “I hope the Daiga is feeling better; she looked so tired when Muse offered to take her to the temple. I think these functions take more out of her these days the she likes us to catch on.” Beside her Xanthe had snuck another honey-biscuit and was munching quietly, taking advantage of Rhaine’s distraction. She’d been enjoying the evening’s antics, even if she hadn’t a clue what was going on (humans were simply strange sometimes, at least from what she’d come to understand through her recent adventures earth-side). Just the same she hoped Tyden would hurry back soon; things were generally more interesting when he was at hand. Around her horn this evening hung a thin band of entwined gold, shaped by elven hands and set with a single jewel of pale amethyst. Her mother had let her wear it especially for the occasion, and she was doing her dandiest not to loose it, even if it meant carrying her head an awkwardly upright angle. When little Acheflow scampered up, eager to play, it was the first thing she took into consideration. The second was that she wanted more honey biscuits, and if Rhaine saw her fetching them again she was going to get a scolding. The confliction worked itself out quickly. “Sure, let’s!” she bounded to her feet, upsetting Rhaine and Lilaini who had been using her as a couch. “I’ll be right back, we’re just going… to see Fiera and Ali!” she exclaimed, giving the little Kore a nudge in the direction as she went. “Race you!” she grinned encouragingly, already bounding brightly in place to give the small one the head start she needed to win. * * * The night air was refreshingly cool away from the fire, and Tyden welcomed it. The walk was doing him good, too, and he felt his head clear, the flush leaving him, deciding that was quite enough wine for one evening. Phae had been his destination but he’d forgotten about her by the time he got there, actually didn’t realize she was talking to him, or much of anything until Liam was standing in his path with his arm out stretched. Tyden pulled back his focus, taking stock of himself, and glanced at Phae without any real recollection of what she’d said; the flattened ears were enough of a reason not to peruse it further either. Instead he turned and returned the firm handshake briskly. “Good evening, I am Tyden. Liam, was it? Right – Odin mentioned you. Bit of a rough start as I hear,” he began genially, “I’m glad to see neither of you look the worse for wear. And… that was certainly a bright streak of noble courage on your part, Phae,” he broached carefully, “from what Odin tells me.” “Now what I have I been telling?” a deep chuckle sounded from behind. The great stallion slipped from the night like the moon, coming to champ his teeth lightly on the back of the tall man’s collar and giving a tug. It was an endearing gesture, and Tyden laughed in spite of himself, feeling Odin’s unyielding presence wash over him; he cupped his arm over the great head as it came to rest on his shoulder. “Indeed, you seemed to have fared well your journey here,” he nodded greeting to Liam and Phae. “I trust Kalidore has been treating you well?” “Goodness!” Tyden turned to Liam in full, “My manners – you should really come and meet the girls, they’ll be eager to see you. And you’re probably starved; there’s plenty of honey buns and good wine… so long as Lilani hasn’t downed the bottle while I’ve been gone… And truly, welcome to Kalidore.” ((* just noting that Acosua is pronounced - ah-KOE-sue-ah - so 'Cos would be pronounced Kohs, not Kaus
Also... YellowGreen now for Falling Star, and the Daiga with SlateBlue))
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Post by geob on Dec 25, 2008 19:40:39 GMT -5
"Sometimes it seems only yesterday that we were kore," Foehn Miri commented. "Life was so simple then. Not that it has become complicated for us since. We have been keeping pretty much to ourselves of late, not doing much of anything. As for Hyacinthe," she chuckled, "she won't spoil my fun. To be honest I can't help but feel a little sorry for her when I consider the things she must have been through to get to this point." "It is quite a crowd we have here," Foehn Miri continued as she looked out over the rest of the crowd. "I always like watching the antics of the kore when they are together. The yearlings can be especially amusing as they shift back and forth between acting like the children they really are and the adults they want to be considered." Luminista reached down and retrieved the rest of her carrot, crunching on it as she listened to the exchange. Gazing about she couldn't help but chuckle over the antics of the various little ones frolicking about. "Don't forget the chance to stare dreamy-eyed at Odin," Luminista teased Foehn Miri. In an aside to Gypsy she whispered, "Foehn Miri has had a crush on him for the longest." "Hmmm." Luminista motioned to the group beside them and asked Gypsy, "What do you make or know of the transparent one (Brona)?"
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Post by angelofmusic on Dec 26, 2008 12:54:50 GMT -5
((*snicker* I should think of making a little piccie for my unicorn girl for these))
Trinity and Aurellie continued their little scan for Arieon's brothers, though it was Aurellie that spotted Odin, then Falling Star. A slight toss of her head and a point with her would have Trinity looking as well.
"I'm guessin' t'would be them?" she asked and placed a hand on Aurellie's side.
"Aye little one, the grey dun is Odin and the other is Falling Star, both of them, and Arieon, great stallions to know," Aurellie said with a nod.
Trinity looked about the scene before her and let out a slight breath, she was remembering times when Samhain came around, the scene before her reminded her of that. She wasn't sad she had left home, no, she was glad, because now she found this place and friends.
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Post by dawnangel on Dec 26, 2008 19:33:47 GMT -5
Erin walked half stumbled into the moonlight dappled clearing her brown hair had been brushed smooth and put into a long single braid with lightblue ribbon. She saw the sparks from the fire shoot up into the starry sky and the stars twinkled down into her blue and brown eyes. She then turned her head towards the moon still brightly shining. She then walked towards the fire and unicorns chatting with others. She stopped turned and took in what was around her down on earth. She took in people listening to music and stories told by elders. Everyone she saw were smiling and chatting happily. She walked around and noticed many animals and people had come to the festivities. She hoped this would be a nigfht to remember. She thought to herself "maybe tonight she would find a unicorn friend to tell all her thoughts,hopes, and dreams to". "Tonight might be the glorious night,that night"."Just maybe..."
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Post by Delicious on Dec 27, 2008 5:02:36 GMT -5
Kyndrienn paused momentarily in his frolicking, legs akimbo and panting heavily, at the edge of the Harvest Festival clearing. The warm light of the bonfire played prettily on his coat - warming his muted foal colors into the golden promise of his adulthood. As he stood still, trying to catch his breath, his ears flicked back and forth - trying to catch all of the stray remarks and laughter in the happy murmur of voices that wafted through the air. Unable to stand still for long, Kyn took a few deep breathes and flung himself up in a sort of half reared pose, his head arched and legs dramatically pawing at the air before him. He landed with a small huff, and surreptitiously glanced about, hoping someone had noticed his theatrical posing. Unfortunately however, all of the other kore seemed otherwise engaged (snatching honey-buns and playing tag) and most of the adults were busy chatting. Only a single a pair of mares, practically ancient by Kyndrienn’s standards, paid him any mind - and they only raised an eyebrow and tittered - hardly the admiring attention for which Kyn had been striving. Refusing to let their amusement bother him, he gave a small buck amd kick, and pranced off – his small ears pricked and tail waggling jovially. As he rounded the bonfire, his small stomach rumbled, so he took a moment to snatch a honey-bun of his own. All in all, Kyn mused as he snacked, he was having a grand old time. There were so many PERSONS here – not to mention mares and kore – that he could scarce contain his excitement. He had, of course, heard stories about the Daiga and even met a couple of the Guardians once or twice, during his impromptu classes in the pastures with the other kore, but there were at least four or five other humans here tonight! New companions even! He had heard, through the gossiping of kore and eavesdropped snippets of conversation from the mares, that they had even gone on adventures to get them! That there had been sword fightings* and magics and all kinds of dangerous, exciting things. Kyn fair trembled with the rapture at the idea of it all. Like any young boy, two legged or four, he yearned for adventure – drinking in all the stories of strange and difficult quests, impossible capers and magical happens. One day, he daydreamed wistfully, one day it would be HIM telling the stories – but it wouldn’t be just make-believe and silly kore imaginings, no – it would’ve been real. Kyn released a heavy, heartfelt sigh – his inner sights filled with large toothy beasts, damsels (or fillies) in distress, and distant lands. Suddenly the shrill squeal of a young kore broke him from his reverie. He blinked, as the visions dissolved, and he cast about looking for the origin of the sound. His tail waggled happily as he finally spotted the kore, a small prettily spotted filly on the opposite side of the bonfire. She looked to be readying herself to play a game of tag with a much older yearling, a gorgeous golden dun filly that Kyn didn’t recall meeting before. Kyn hastily swallowed the rest of his bun, and began to bound towards the pair – hoping to join in their play. As he gamboled about, however, he soon caught sight of something wispy and strange** over near a small knot of humans and mares. He would’ve paid it no mind, content in losing himself in whatever game the other kore had planned, except that in that moment the transparent thing turned and seemed to look right at him. His bright blue eyes went wide, his knees and legs locked, and he came to a stilted and very sudden stop – only his locked limbs saving him from collapsing in a heap upon the ground. His brain suddenly awhirl with the promise of doom and ghost’s from Acosua’s story of barely an hour before – he found himself bolting for nearest safe-haven he could find, under the belly of a bay mare and behind one of the new humans. “Ghooooooooost!” he shrilled at the top of his lungs. “It’s Thaedor! He’s come to EAT US ALL!” Pasiphae and Liam, both taken aback and extremely confused at this sudden turn of events, simply stared at each other, and then the foal blankly … having no idea what was going on. (Dun, dun dun…..!) *A sword, an imperious unikore filly had once told Kyn, was a human’s sad attempting at having a horn of their own. It was made of metal, or other hard things, and they wore it on a belt. Kyn thought this very odd – but then, he couldn’t imagine NOT having a horn – so he couldn’t exactly fault someone who didn’t have one from wanting one. Although, he thought that wearing it around one's waist, instead of one's head, seemed very strange. **Ees Brona - in case anyone else was confused. ((It's a bit ... wandering. But hopefully not too confusing, hehe. Blame any incoherency or particular strange bits on the lateness of the hour, the glass of cranberry wine I had a while back. >.>))
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Post by dawnangel on Dec 27, 2008 8:23:31 GMT -5
Erin heard the yell of a young unicorn foal and frightened it bolted away from behind. She moved her head around looking for what the foal took as the appearance of a ghost. She looked for only a few moments and then she saw the glint of a sword and she looked up to what looked like a transparent hooded ghost.It was just hovering inches above the ground looking at her blankly...or it felt that way as it had no eyes. She stared back wondering what to do she looked around to see if anybody else had saw this mysterious creature tooken as a ghost. She saw that two adult unicorns possibly could of saw it or at least heard the young colt yell 'ghost' She looked around for the probably terrified colt but couldn't really see it. She turned her eyes to the ghost no longr a few feet from unicorns and other humans. It suddenly started 'hovering' towards her. She quickly got up from the ground and started walking backwards...suddenly she stumbled.She crawled back a bit while the ghost got nearer every second...
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Post by silentmoon on Dec 27, 2008 14:47:00 GMT -5
Acheflow made a few steps back, a broad excited look creasing onto her little features. She turned herself around, ready to make the first leap and run, until her playmate suggested to move race to, "Fiewa and Ayee? Why?" She sqiurmed at the thought of the much older and bigger human girl trying to settler her down again. "Okay..."
Just when she was about to go, some unikoro, much older than she was, yelled of "Ghost!". But what exactly was a ghost, Ache didn't know or even understand for that matter. She tilted her head in Kyn's direction, her emerald eyes baring down into him with a question look. The spotted kore looked over to Xanthe, hoping for an answer when she saw the transparent figure looming around. "Uhh... ghost?"
Quickly, she darted over to the floating thing to check it out. She tried biting it, but it seemed beyond her reach.
"I think one unicorn had his fill of honey biscuits for the night. How do you suppose a ghost can eat us, unicorns, if it was transparent and could walk through... tree." Fiera questioned alloud, to herself or everyone else maybe. Flicking her ears towards the commotion, she looked at Kyn with a 'you must be crazy, but quite the entertainer' look.
Ali felt a jolt of surprise at the declaration of being eaten. It didn't seem like ghost actually inhabited Kalidore, let alone eat them, although she was still pretty new her. "Umm... is that possible?"
"Anything can be possible here." Amaterasu called back, still keeping a good watch on Acheflow.
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