The disease that wiped the earth of mankind has returned, and it's starting to change its hosts somehow. Reports of unearthly powers are arising all over Toren while more and more become infected.
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How simple it was. To get lost here, in the dreary silence, caught in the wind's noise. The place was empty in a sense, but it was not. Here was a place where the spirits could occupy, a place where one could remember in peace and in silence. Wind whispered through the trees, but if you listened and stayed in the area, maybe it was not wind, but spirits, echoing throughout the space. There seemed to be no time here, it was timeless. In the day, the trees darkened the ground with their thick canopy of leaves, leaving behind eery darkness for passerby to behold. At night the stars and the moon had just as little of an effect on the solid protection from light that was the leaves. And the fog. It was endless, everywhere, like a misty smoke denying clarity to those who entered the forest it occupied. It made the place surprisingly damp, leaving the place chilly, especially at night.
But very little of this mattered to the lone wanderer, Amari. She was blind, and was fond of the place for what it was. It was as if the area had embodied her, complete with shadows and fog. Her eyes, blind and clouded over with unseeing whiteness, were like pale orbs, seeming to almost glow in the dim lighting. Her flaxen mane and tail were strongly affected by the wind, not doing what was typical and floating about her like a cloud, but taking a new form as tendrils of silver-white, viciously whipping about her like snakes, each strand with a life of it's own. Her dark coat partially blent into the shadowy surroundings, barely visible as she crept through the forest.
Amari steadily walked along, expressionless, and with no particular path in mind. Her head was low, level with the rest of her body, ears flicking at each noise in hopes of hearing something before she neared it or it reached her. She had never visited the graveyard before, and now she cursed herself for it. It was perfect for her here. Shadowy, safe from bloodshed, and easy to manuever in, as it was all pretty similar, just trees and more trees and maybe a small stream running through. It was mysterious, like her. In a way, she felt like the place welcomed her, a friend in spirit.
Slowly did she creep along, delicately stepping around roots and the like. Quietly, she expanded her mind, opening it for the spirit realm to enter. This was painful, but with her amount of experience she ignored the pain and let the visions come. If there was one thing she missed, it was her sight, and the spirit realm was the only place where she was allowed it again. She found herself in anarea that was familar, but not. It took her no time at all to realize that she was, in fact, viewing the forest throough the eyes of her own spirit, rather than her physical manifestation. This next part had to be done carefully, or she would be confronted by the evils of the spirit realm, drawing them to her like a magnet. She began to call. It was a steady hum, reverbrating through her spiritual self, and echoing through the spirit realm. It was for her sister. The one she seaarched for, her guardian and her twin. Nothing came to her, as was typical. The spiirits shifted slightly, hearing it but not possessing the priviledge to answer. They were shadows, mists, only becoming clear and lifelike if they wanted to. Amari could hear them though, most of their words muffled whispers, though usually the only sound they made was wailing. She sighed, carefully returning herself to her body.
Like a plug had been pulled, everything went dark again, after the strange sensation of falling. Then reality crashed against her like a tidal wave, bringing her physical senses back with full force. The usual pounding head ache hit her, but with less force as she gained experience. She let out a soft sigh, causing her breath to warm the air in front of her face. The return was always dull and unforgiving, exiting the haunted spirit world and entering her own. But today it was worse, she decided, because her sister remained lost. Silently, she started forward again, curious as to what lay in the foreboding graveyard.
[/justify] ---- OOC: word count: 730 Notes: Well, it's pretty pointless, but I just wanted to give anyone with interest an idea of how I write. PLEASE, come join me in RPing and maybe meet up with my character, that'd be fun. ^^[/color][/td][/tr][/table][/center]
Last Edit: Aug 11, 2012 14:21:12 GMT -5 by Deleted
The eye was sightless, speared with a pink-hued scar ashen with age. It crossed thickly over the eyeball, connecting the gap between the two open lids, which had never sealed shut after the wound was inflicted. It was a grotesque wound that often frightened younger individuals, and on occasion, those that were fulll-grown adults. Many always tried to look away from her one-eyed gaze, not wanting to seem rude by staring at the maimed optic, and many always refrained from asking how she had been crippled so.
The latter she was grateful for, but the first, she was not. Under the flickering gazes of those averting their sight, she didn't feel normal. She felt like an idiot; a freak of nature, an ugly being, a monster. She had yet to find one equine that would look her in the eyes and talk to her as if she could see from both orbs. The left was glazed over, tinted on opaque shade of light blue, while the left was a deep, lovely azure, always focused with an attentive intensity that did one of two things, depending on the individual; for some, it made them feel good. It made them feel like someone cared, that someone listened. For others, it made them uncomfortable. It merely depended on how much the said being enjoyed being focused on.
If one saw her from afar, or laid eyes on only the right side of her countenance, they would find that she was a unique creature, that, to some, held an equally unique quality of beauty. She was not a roan, but instead, a dun--but it was differently colored than most. The grullo's fur was tinted cerulean in almost every aspect, from her darker legs to her steel-blue locks of hair to her very light-azure body fur. Her fur, due to the slightly mottled nature it displayed on her sides, seemed to have a sort visible texture to them.
She stepped carefully, wary of what lay in the mist. Her head constantly swung almost eighty degrees to the right, always making sure that nothing was approaching on her blind left side by glancing over her back. She hated her "disability", but knew she had deserved it, as well as the thick, jagged scar on her belly that couldn't be seen unless she reared or rolled. It was not long after she began traversing the length of the graveyard's solemnly-standing trees that she encountered someone.
The mare acute to her leftward set path appeared of almost black coloring at first, but after a bit of a closer inspection she realized that it was just a very dark bay, though the sharp contrast between the almost alabaster mane made it seem otherwise. At her angle, approaching from the side, she couldn't see the fae's eyes just yet, but she could tell there was something different about the way she held herself. It was careful, almost, but then again, it wasn't. Alixra had not quite seen it before, and though it was little and nothing too obvious, it piqued her interest.
She purposely moved with a bit more noise, shuffling leaves as she went, so that the equine would not be startled by her approach. She paused a couple of yards away, peering from behind a thick tree trunk, head tilted to the side just a tad with mild curiosity. She said nothing, though. Alixra was not only a being of few words, but a being of caution. She wasn't sure what this horse was doing taking a stroll in a graveyard, but then again, she wasn't sure what she herself was doing taking a stroll in a graveyard. For all she knew, the femme could be a murderer coming to drag a body further into the place of death, having left it elsewhere at some point or another.
words; 640 muse; 08/10 ooc; Nice first post! (: Also, I would suggest counting words instead of characters, as our word minimum is in words, not characters. A good, easy counter can be found here: >>click<<!
Instantly the ominous figure that was Amari stopped, remaining silent. Her head snapped up, alertly focusing intently on the noise. After a moment, her tensed feature relaxed a bit as she recognized the sound of hooves. The noise they made was too loud to be an attempt at hiding, far too purposeful to be the unbalanced clattering of a younger horse's hooves. Whoever it was, they intended on being heard, presumably upon sighting her. She quietly turned in the direction of the noise, breathing deeply in hopes of catching a familiar scent. She did not recognize the horse, she soon realized, but was able to note that it was a mare. Squinting slightly, she sought out the mare's aura. It was calm, innocent, not meaning any harm.
Gracefully, Amari approached the figure, pinpointing the mare's location with ease. Her wind battered mane and tail continued to move with the strong wind, which was slightly less abrasive in the trees. The spirit world shifted continually in her subconcience, having a strong connection to the place. Blunt and straightforward as her geetings usually were, she paused a respectful distance away, but did not hide herself at all. Her eyes stared in the direction of Alixra, clouded white orbs boring into the mare. "Fellow wanderer, may I ask what you are doing here?" this was about as many words as one could ever get from the mare, but she did not want to scare the only comany she had seen in months, so she said them, her voice clear but soft. Her voice was a rare thing, something she used more often in the spirit world then in reality. It was smooth and almost hypnotic, with any emotion generally hidden. It made her sound wise beyond her years, as though she had experienced too much too soon. She continued to look in the direction of the creature, obviously not seeing her even though she was dtaring at her head on.
But wait. Yes, Amari definitely was picking up on something different about the mare. She became even more still as she concentrated, before coming to the conclusion that the mare had something (she could not be certain what) wrong with one of her eyes. Instantly Amari felt an affinity towards the stranger, feeling that she was like a kindred soul, dealing at least in part with the same issues that she herself had. -- OOC: Idk if it's long enough... if not I'll add more later, when the word counter loads.
'Fellow wanderer'. What a strange term it was to Alixra. It made sense, and there was nothing wrong with it, but it struck her as strange. She was not used to being regarded as a 'fellow wanderer', let alone a fellow anything. She generally distanced herself from most because of her wounds and how others judged her on them, and had only recently been making an attempt to socialize with others more. It was puzzling and new, and she sort of liked it.
It was then that she lifted her own lowered gaze and sought out the eyes of the other. She suppressed a gasp as she realized that the mare was blind. Her head tilted further to the side, and she slowly blinked, sighing at the feel of the resistance she felt when trying to close her left eye. It never closed completely unless she tried to make it do so--when blinking, it lowered, but not enough to hide a sliver of the clouded eyeball. She briefly wondered if the mare was born with such an ailment or if it was inflicted upon her by another, as hers was.
Caution fell off of the map of her mind and actions, and her guard immediately dropped. Her logical mind warned against such an action, but she could not help it. She did not think the other mare incapable of harm--no, she would never degrade someone in such a manner. She just felt... free. Maybe it was the fact that she knew that she wasn't the worst off after all. Maybe it was because she didn't feel so alone. Maybe it was because she could relate more to this mare more than anybody she had ever met before. She wasn't quite sure. But something inside of her wouldn't allow for her to be cautious of this flaxen beauty.
Her ears pressed forward as she returned her reply. "Exactly that--wandering." She paused, flicking her auds thoughtfully. "I'm Alixra," she introduced after her purposeful hesitation. She drew a bit closer, but not too close--just enough to make it so that her gentle, soft-spoken words could be heard with ease. She too had a very unique, lovely voice, but she admired the other mare's exotic, ringing tones.
The blue dun couldn't quite point out to herself what about the other mare intrigued her, other than the femme's blindness. It seemed like there was more of a connection than what was apparent. She examined the others' bodice and features, trying to decipher it, when she saw a discolored patch of fur, similar to the one that was appearing on her own neck. That was it. The other mare was infected, just like Alixra. But whether or not she had the powers rumored to inhabit those that fell prey to the disease and it's cure, the half-sightless creature could not fathom.
Amari nodded slowly in acknowledgment, gaze trained on Alixra's aura. Auras appeared to her as a foggy, colored outline of a figure, and though their color was important, an aura was not a mood ring. The color did not mean happy or sad, it merely indicated the intentions of the other. If it was a bright color, like gold, the creature intended no harm, it was innocent to some extent. If it was dark, like brown or black, the being was full of hatred and generally had bad intentions. It was more the feeling that she got by gazing at the aura that indicated the beings feelings, and depending on the creature, sometimes she could only pick up slight wisps of emotions, where other times the emotions rolled at her, gushing and roaring with strong or unhidden emotion. Useful, but tiring if she overused the ability.
She chuckled mildly, feeling alarmingly comfortable in the mare's presence. "I am Amari," she replied. She bit back from giving away her nickname, the one her sister had given her. It hurt too much, the thought of her lost twin's fondness. Getting a prickling feeling, the one she always got when an individual gave her a long, hard look, she realized what Alixra was looking at. The markings that she herself had only seen in two places. Once, ages ago the day before the blindness had completely dominated her vision, at the time forming on her cheekbones, and many times after that in the spirit realm, looking at her reflection on water.
Suddenly, bluntly, and without warning or hesitation, she asked, "Are you infected with it as well?" she could not tell by her aura, and going beyond that point to find out would quickly drain her after having already entered the other realm that day. So there it was, open curiosity, again something she rarely displayed.
She could feel it growing. The natural bond between herself and Alixra. Perhaps it was friendship, or perhaps it was not, she couldn't tell anymore. The last connection she had ever shared with another was that which she shared with her twin Cresentla, and that had been some time ago. In a way, it was surreal, too good to be true after years of solitude. But it was also somewhat scary and panic-inducing, she didn't know what to expect. So she simply flicked her tail idly, enjoying the light chatter to an extent she had completely forgotten was possible.
Gently, she released Alixra's aura, a simple act that made it disappear, which left her to rely on her other senses, but was much less tiring. That sort of thing made a small, slight difference in the amount of energy she retained. It closed off her powers, which left only strong images capable of entering. This meant her energy was less strained, allowing her to retain it until it replenished itself through sleep, or in the worst cases her energy was draining because she needed to take the plant again, in which case the only cure was obviously the plant. Either way, it was a smart, skill-full thing that restored her faster.
--- OOC: word count: 524 Notes: They're such wonderful oddities <333
Last Edit: Aug 8, 2012 18:22:50 GMT -5 by Deleted
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