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Post by chidney on Jun 2, 2008 16:50:21 GMT -5
Warmth pressed down on the brown sand, humidity boiling in the air, making every breath harder than the next. Shadows cast short behind the life here, making high noon known. No rain had fallen in a while, making the place horridly dry. Not a cloud dotted the bright blue sky, the sun scorching the terrain. How could heat be so brutally stubborn? Chastity shook her head slowly, flies scattering away from her ears. A low hum sounded in the background of Chastity’s thoughts, made by the creatures in hiding. Maybe the heat is only stubborn because the cold would ruin the beauty here. Chastity wondered in her odd way. As she passed a very sad looking cactus, she let her mind travel to a time unlike this in so many ways. What would Safiyah and I have done in this heat? A wind blew steadily, burning Chastity’s eye. Her crimson pelt ruffled and her mane tangled, she picked up a jog. What would we have done? We would have ignored the heat, this everlasting pressing from the sun. She would have played, just like any other day! She picked up a brisk canter, sand flying all around her, blocking her vision for moments. She didn’t care. Chastity sped up into a gallop, weaving between cacti that appeared out of her puerperal vision. Suddenly, in the bliss of remembrance of the past, her blind side smacked into a cactus. She stopped in her tracks. Millions of tiny thorns prickled on her bod. She shook her head to keep from screaming. For she had learned that she could not cry in pain. Others only laugh. The wind picked up and she raised her crown to face the sky. It was now covered in a milky black haze; thunder echoing and lightning sure to be on its way. Why do I walk alone? Lightning sprang from the sky, and the heavens poured. Soon, with no shelter, Chastity became soaked. She couldn’t help it. A tiny trickle of a tear slipped down her cheek. No one was here, so no one could know. The rain covered up her emotion nicely. She stared ahead at the wide expanse beyond her. The horizon was so clear, she could see on forever. If only she could see that way on her own horizon. See on forever, into her own future.
Destiny was wrong. This is wrong. How can I start over when I have only just begun!
OOC;; Italics=thought Reg.=regular third person
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Post by scrimpy on Jun 7, 2008 16:41:57 GMT -5
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[/color][/font] Her tiny hooves scrapped against the grass as she searched frantically for solid ground; instead they found only more wet ashes and mud. Her lithe frame swayed violently as her toothpick-like legs gave out. The steel burnt dapple body of the young filly was consumed in the thick ashes. The mud, acting as if it were glue, formed a velcro bond between her and the ashes that stuck to her body. The vibrant hazel eyes of the young Sophie lay half-closed - half dead - as she breathed in and out forcefully. Inside her chest cavity, the tiny lungs yearned for clean, pure oxygen. Instead with each intake came another horrid line of ashes. With her eyes half opened, she watched as the fire around her began to spread even more. Their reflections played in her orb-like eyes. Inside her mind she was going numb, and ready to give up this life. No, her body was ready; but she wasn't, and only going along with it because Rose was not here.
No Rose, no life.
No family, no protection.
No love, no heart.
What was life worth without these things? Nothing, and so why did it matter to the young, orphan filly if she lived or die? All these things were dying now, if not dead already. Closing those delicate eyes with care, Sophie readied herself to go back to the warm, to feel that protection again. Across her face began to grow the miniscule grin as she began to laugh in the face of death. Her short, miserable life was ending just as quickly as it began.
Could it really be this easy to escape life's perils? Of course not, or else the wise mare would not be walking before us in the downpour. No, if she had been allowed to die, then her journey just would have started all over again, like it has so many times before. Her banishment to the mortal realm has only just begun. If she knew of all of her past lives, then maybe she might be able to tell you in detail about each experience, but sadly her memory each time is whipped clean just like her slate. The souls cleansed of the bad experiences for a time before being sent back to this hell to serve out what seems to be an eternity. And this cycle continues, not only for her but many others whom heaven had died welcoming. Yet no life that she has lived has ever been as challenging at this one. Her final life lay out before her like a book for the gods to read. Over and over again she has made the same, bloody mistakes that got her exiled from paradise, and now her final chance to redeem herself lay on a thin wire. The gods are watching over this feminine just waiting for her to make that same mistake so that they might finally erase this soul by the means of destruction. Unlike most lives she has lived, today Katastrophe does not worry about whom she will seek out next to prove her point, but would much rather fade away - give up. This is how she feels today as she walks in her typical proud stride.
Her face is one beauty and sadness - two opposites. It seems fair considering her life has been nothing but opposites. The feminine's head is held high in a humble pride as her deep hazel eyes watch the electricity flash through the air with incredible agility and speed. Halting, the rain Katastrophe looks ups up to the sky as if to see their emotionless faces looking down at her with cold, bloodshot eyes. The mare instead sees beauty in this ebony haze that covers the sky like a warm quilt. The eyes blink slowly and far between as the mare gazes at the celestial heaven. That gaze is a thousands world away, in a time where Katastrophe was going through as much turmoil as the sky is before her....
The dripped down on her face as she stood on the tallest of the hills that belonged to Enola. A deep sigh escaped her lungs as she turned away from the lightening. The herd or royalty lay in their bunks, waiting out this tempest. Katastrophe should have as well, but instead she found sanctuary in this chaos. The cold rain was refreshingly numb against her skin as it reflected how she felt on this inside: numb. Time as queen had not done this rogue well. The temper that usually flared only at big annoyances snapped out even at the smallest of things. The eyes that were once full of life seems cold, numb, and breathless. The only thing still alive was her beating heart that yearned to be set free. Those urges had grown so strong over the past few months that it denied her the little comfort that Enola brought to her weary soul. It was time to start to over and break this loveless heart again. Inhaling slowly Katastrophe moved through the beaten trail that rain through the heart of this neutral abode. The eyes of many watched her figure as her shadow was cast over them. The king stood on the hill, watching the rogue he thought he could tame walk away without saying a word to him, or even the herd. The equines watching knew perfectly well what this mare was doing, but none of them would dare approach her. The elder mares of the herd watched as no tears fell from her eyes. No, Katastrophe was too good to have her heart broken once again. This place after as suppose to be her home for the winter, no longer than that; but here she is at the end of spring, beginning of summer just now leaving. For once it felt to good to leave, it might even be a new feeling of joy! The mare did not look over any of the equines of the herd as she neared the outskirts of the royal land. Now that would be too painful, not because she was close to any of them (no, she really wasn't), but for how naive and neglectful she had become of a special friend. It was time to start over; and this time find him for good.
Those eyes that gazed at the sky fell to the ground with a heavy and solemn sigh. Those failing feelings filled her limbs again, weighing her down as her muscles began to move her bulk. Invisible chains seem to make her slower, but did not hinger the warrior like grace that surrounded her. Katastrophe's face held the same poker face that hid most of her turmoil from everyone. Others would see her kind face, wise and noble - full of knowledge. It was the face that Katastrophe wanted other to see for it projected calmness, the complete opposite of her soul. No, if others could just get a sample of what she felt on the inside, then they might understand why she felt as if she had been on this earth for a thousand years. And this time on earth had been a cruel thousand-like years to the prime Katastrophe. This time on earth had it perks though. Her senses were sharper not with age but with experience. The mare had come to master most of this earth's surfaces and respect them. This feminine had been about every where a horse could travel, and desert like this was no different.
The hooves struck the desert ground with a force of an survivor. The rain that fell from the sky was immediately soaked into the ground, leaving no extra rain for mud to be made. The ground was literally a giant sponge today. Katastrophe did not blame the ground for it's greedy attempt to collect all the water. It was meant for the land after all. Swishing her tail back and fourth, Katastrophe picked up her pace for the sake of movement. The trot was much more natural and easy for this wanderer. Very acute hears and eyes worked together to get a firm map of this place. Cacti popped up in groups, along with grasses and shrubs. You could say they formed little desert meadows on this sea of sand and dirt. The lives of equines lay in the sands, just waiting to be told. Their whispers floated on the breeze, creating this chaos known as a storm. Why they would help the gods create a chaos like this was beyond the knowledge of Katastrophe. What did surprise her though was the crimson figure of a young mare standing on one of these meadows by herself. Katastrophe instinctively slowed down to a silent cat walk. Her ears flickered back-and-fourth uneasily. She did not mask her body though since she did not think she had anything to fear out of this young mare. Her only move was stopping several yards away, watching the figure like she had done so many equines before.
Lyrics;; Leave Out All The Rest - Linkin Park
Copywrites;; Katastrophe (C) Scrimpy Chastity (C) Chidney Rebel Rose (C) Random Girl Fenrir (C) Oblivion Completion;; complete
Notes;; had to get it out
Key;; Past 3rd person Past Talking
Present 3rd person Present Talking Present Thoughts
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Post by chidney on Jun 9, 2008 18:24:15 GMT -5
Electricity streaked the sky in a brilliant gold, Chastity’s vision blacking out when all was silent. She could sense the storm drawing closer and closer, almost right on top of her now. A gale blew down, tearing at the thorns probing in her side. She flinched from the stings that dug into her bod, sure they drew blood. The next gust of wind brought with it the scent of another equine. Another? What will another do when they see me? I am disgrace. Destiny is wrong, and now I might have to pay for all our mistakes. Chastity, upon smelling the visitor, started to back away from the scent in panic. Others cause me pain. Only a select few bring me joy. And I don’t know which one this equine might be. What will happen now? Confused, panicky, and unsure, Chastity danced on her own two feet. He chestnut pelt now a deep red from the rain, she felt another bump from a cacti. The clouds thickened, all heat gone, replaced by deafening booms, everlasting shivers running down her spine, and her pulse thumping too fast. I am making a fool of myself. If this equine can see me, she must surely think I am insane. I must stop. Maybe good can from this. She squinted against the downpour, searching for the shape of the other horse in the desert. The rain was not easing, pounding into the ground. No mud was made. The terrain was so thirsty from the lack of water; it was taking this shower as a sign of life. Of new beginning. Chastity took it as warning. Another flash lit up the frigid air, and Chastity thought she caught a glimpse of the intruder. Her shape was finely muscled and her gait was elegant and proud. But all was dark again in a half second. She heard some birds calling in the sudden silence of the tempest. Her pillars trudged forward through the thick sand footing, away from the direction she saw the mare last. Her orb, through the next spark of energy, saw a figure before her again. Shaking her head and thinking it a trick of the mind, picked up her gait and trotted onward. My eye can't see well in the dark. But I know I am a loner. I left the horse behind me. I am in a new direction. Completely new. The slow rumble of thunder wounded her eardrums. Mother Nature, why do you curse me with this rain? God, why do you burden me with the presence of another? Death, why did you take everyone away from me? Fate, why do you choose this for me? The sky seemed to erupt in light as electricity hid the dark clouds in a wall of bright. A few feet away, stood the mare that had been wandering through the desert as well. Chastity gasped at the closeness of the creature, and started to retreat. Strangers are almost never good. She warned herself. The lightning ended as quickly as it had begun. But even the thunders boom had nothing on the loudness of Chastity’s heart jumping madly inside her chest.
OOC;; Sorry, I had muse issues.
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Post by scrimpy on Jun 9, 2008 19:19:42 GMT -5
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[/color][/font] The rain, it drizzles down her face, washing away her own emotions as she watches the erratic crimson mare collide with the spikes of the cactus. Those hazel eyes see the sadness in her eyes despite the rain, and the experienced mind smells the fear as it rolls off of her body. The mare is disoriented and scared of this visitor. The dapple visitor has not done anything to this mare but stand there watching with her aged hazel eyes. Those eyes have aged well like wine. Through these clouded eyes, Katastrophe learns one valuable thing about this mare's actions : unorganized. Already the seven year old being can see the unorganized and rushed actions of this creature. The mare's silly mistakes cost her pain. A deep sigh echoes from Katastrophe's lungs as she realizes once again she has been judged. Always judged, but never the judge. That is how it has always been in her life. Always. For all the kindness she has done, all the pain the mare has endured, she gets no second chances. Instead she is the one having to prove to others. What happen to those days when young ones had to prove themselves to their elders? They're gone, replaced by these new laws that are temporarily set in stone until they are once again re-written. The rules always change, but the game is always the same. And by now Katastrophe knows the game almost as well as anyone could. But that is what makes her the wise one, and the sad one at the same time. And it defines her being as a goddess thrown down to be a peasant. When she was meant to live the life of a royalty, she denied it. It proves the life of a peasant is much more wiser than that of a goddess.
Slowly she shacks her head, watching the mare throw herself into another raging fit. It saddens her to see this misery again. Once again she exhales deeply, but doesn't move. 'I've been here before too many times to stand aside and watch her kill herself.' she debated inside her mind. Those large eyes closed, tired with lines of a less-than peaceful life. The lightening and thunder strike again in unison before her as if to end her life at that moment, but the mare knows by now the gods have forsaken her too much to offer her that peaceful ending. Calmly she opens her eyes and draws in a breath of crisp desert air. Mere feet from her is the erratic mare, stunned. The adrenaline rushing through the crimson mare's veins was strong as she seemed wide-eyed when looking at our wise soul. The corners of her mouth pull into a vague smile. The image of a her neutral, but friendly enough face is blurred by the heavy downpour of liquid. Her hazel eyes look over into the mare's, as if to convey the message of peace. The deep eyes reflect the flashes of lightening that light up her eyes, revealing the tiny bit of green around the pupil. They show her soul and her intentions. Never once have her eyes ever lied.
Lightening strikes again, mere feet away from the two beings. The sand is turned to glass, taking on a unique figure like the souls before us. Katastrophe's head is not watching the new creation take its form, but looks to the sky. There the true creator lie, just waiting to get the perfect shot. The scent of the foreign mare brings her mind back to the young one. Her hooves lead her body past the mare as she strolls by. Her tail hangs behind her, picking up sand on the bits that drag. Stopping briefly, she turns to the crimson being with a kind face. "Don't be afraid, the worst is yet to come," she explains as she gives a glance towards the sky. Her gaze shifts back to the mare as she gives an invitation to follow if the crimson mare pleases. "If I were you, I would judge others unless you want to be judge yourself. And it is not the wisest of choices either."The dapple mare gives another flick of her tail to follow before leaving the meadow. The meadow is the last place this mare wants to be when the gods decide their punishment is not nearly as painful as they wish.
Lyrics;; Leave Out All The Rest - Linkin Park
Copywrites;; Katastrophe (C) Scrimpy Chastity (C) Chidney Completion;; complete
Notes;; had to get it out
Key;; Past 3rd person Past Talking
Present 3rd person Present Talking Present Thoughts
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Post by chidney on Jun 10, 2008 18:38:15 GMT -5
Her breathing heavy, Chastity watched as the mare’s face became calming, and in turn her muscles and stance relaxed bit. The storm was brutal and fierce, crashing down upon them without mercy. This little grove of cacti held no protection from the wind, letting the elements beat upon her bod. Another electric spark, only a few inches from where she stood, made Chastity flinch. The storm is being unfair. Aren’t deserts supposed to be dry? As soon as the light from the spark ceased, she saw the figure of the dappled mare walk past her. She flinched again. She was not used to being seen by others, or even being close to another equine. The dotted feminine turned, flashing a kind smile just as the lightning struck. Then the stranger spoke. How can I not be scared at least? The rain is hard as daggers digging into my skin, leaving bruises. The lightning striking so close, the thunder booming, breaking my eardrums. There is a storm worse than this? There is more yet to come? Chastity tried to process the thought of how much more Mother Nature could crash down onto the sand before everything was pounded away. It seemed barely possibly. Chastity turned her crown to the sky. The clouds were dark and thick, the downpour becoming harder. Yet highly probably. Chastity scowled. Rain she hated, an equine near her, talking, caused her fear. And worse still, the nettles of the plants she had brushed stung into her side. The eyes of the visitor spun back to her, inviting Chastity to come along. Her advice shocked Chastity in the wiseness of the remark. This mare seemed to be very smart, probably living much longer on this earth than she. But should I follow? Will she notice my… Another crash of light followed by a deafening boom filled the space around Chastity.
She eagerly paced forward to stroll beside the equine.
Careful to hide her disability from the mare, she walked along side of the feminine to the left, keeping her non-eye out of sight. She lowered her head at the equines proud pace, keeping low to the ground, almost sniffing the sand. Her own hooves shook up dust, making her nose twitch, while the dappled figure’s was strong and elegant. She seems to glide across the ground, never stirring up sand as I. Now realizing that she was staring at her company made her embarrassed. But Chastity had more important things on her mind. Am I invited to speak? Or will I be mocked? The year spent on my own has not done well for socializing. Chastity raised her head a bit, looking into the horse’s eyes expectantly, as if she could hear Chastity’s thoughts. I will wait. I don’t want to make the wrong impression. Another bolt a few steps away lit up the darkened air as Chastity waited for the mare to make another move.
OOC;; Sorry, I have muse issues today...
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