To Find Something Worth While (OPEN)

[alsvidur]

[th] [bg=palegreen][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,1,true][atrb=width,400,true] Rich emerald and olive green were molded together in perfect unison their quarrels forgotten as they were meshed together in the fungus that covered the forest floor. It made its way up the trees as if claiming this place as their own. It had an appearance that to Alsvidur looked ominous and a little threatening, like if he was to touch or smell it, he might be poisoned. Such a thought was silly, and yet he found himself straying far away from the accrued moss that he presumed to be harmful. His steps were careful as he made his way this way and that, having no real destination in mind but walking onward none the less. This land it seemed was unclaimed by animals but the foliage had taken its opportunity to take over the terrain and all whom entered. To be honest it gave Alsvidur the creeps to be here now, in the lowering darkness of the evening. His hooves made an awkward sound on this topography and it did well to scare him into moving faster. He did not like being alone in such a place and he wondered to himself why he had bothered to wander here to begin with. He breathed outward a sigh that was tinged with a shiver from the cold of falling night and fresh wind at his back. He wasn’t feeling particularly happy this evening and he supposed his wandering stemmed from that feeling of loneliness. It had been a long, long while since he had seen another horse or wolf, and he was beginning to tire of travelling with no results. He was hoping to find a sect of some sort by now, but alas his efforts were fruitless. Tonight he would be staying in this moss covered forest, breathing in the poison he was almost positive laid beneath the surface of this lime and forest green. He was being silly of course, but what could you do with an irrational mind such as his? It thought what it wanted. “Hello!” Alsvidur called, his breath capturing a tone that provided a bit of panic. He wanted to be found, and despite the beauty that was contained here, he needed someone to come and rescue him from his lonely shadow. His cry was strong, his lungs bursting forth the emotion easily. He wondered if it sounded desperate, but thought not more of it and instead focused on the sounds that moved around his ears. A bird high, high above his head called back to him, their sound a mocking tone that he could barely listen too. In the distance there was a small animal, darting back and forth in the brush of green and lime. Squinting his eyes against the lowering dark and rising moon Alsvidur tried to make out the intruder who made the sound but found nothing and instead focused on the area around him. There could easily be anything around him that could attack at any moment and he moved with cautious steps further into the forest, worried about what exactly he might find. Normally Als wasn’t so concerned with his surroundings but today it was vividly acute in his mind that possibility of harm and death. Panic had set in when really it was not needed, and it was a strange emotion that was coursing through his belly and clasping tight on his heart. Is this the repercussion of loneliness? he thought absent-mindely as he appraised his surrounding once again. There was not much he could do now but wait and see if someone responded or found him and so she stood in wait, flicking his thick dark tassel back and forth, tickling his rump. The wind was harsh around him, swinging the trees, their leaves and the bushes that were low to the ground. It was as if the wind was answering him and his ‘hello’ and he listened intently as it caressed his ears and tickled the hair along his coat. This post includes Alsvidur andOPEN!It contains 667 words. I would like to say This is open, feel free to join!

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[atrb=style, color: #000033; text-align: justify;] • actions • thoughts • "speech" • She was a relic of the forest--a slate-blue entity that with a coating of weathered, mossy stone could have easily been mistaken for a statue that had seen the forest rise and fall with the tides of nature's wrath. Her form was masked by a veil of darkness, the shadows held within wrapped her in their embrace, supporting her in her silent endeavors. Her joints had long ago become practically immune to the painful stiffness that came with this painstaking act of purposeful immobilization. Her pelt was dirty, spotted with mud and dirt that masked her scent. Leaves dangled in her messy mane. She looked truly wild, like she had been raised with wolves or something. She was a creature of observation, nothing less, but a lot more. She was a creature of timid secrecy, of gentle maternity, of eternal patience, of veiled selflessness. She was an archive of gathered knowledge, a carrier of the disease, the embodiment of curiosity, the epitome of wariness. Alixra was diverse. Alixra was, quite frankly, unpredictable. She went unnoticed by the equine passing, so still she was in the shadows of pitch. Even as it came within a couple of feet from her she did not budge, holding her breath. Only when it was out of sight due to the trees did she allow herself to take a silent whiff of it's scent, and it was then that she identified the being as a stallion. She shook her head to herself, feeling her mane whisper over her forehead and part on her left to cover her maimed eye. She waited until he released his cry of "hello", about thirty yards away, before she returned it and emerged from the shadows. "I'm here," she returned, raising her voice enough to cover the distance, though she didn't move into visibility just yet. "Who goes there?" She knew she didn't own this land, nor did she have any authority in it, but she wasn't just going to walk out and completely reveal herself. At least now, with her scent masked, she could easily just step back into the shadows, thick because of the sharp angle of the setting sun, and have a chance of still going otherwise undiscovered. If anything, should he prove to be dangerous, she could simply turn tail and flee. She didn't want to risk a fight because of her blind left eye, and though the prospect of losing her right eye by sticking it on a branch or something of the like while escaping. It was easier for her to maneuver such growth than most horses due to her height and the agility that came from the lacking area of her physique. And so Alixra stilled, and waited. words; 455 muse; 07/10 ooc; --/--

[alsvidur]

[th] [bg=lightgray][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,1,true][atrb=width,400,true] The area was entirely still around him, nothing but the breeze that crossed his back present to his mind. Alsvidur thought that he could stay here forever, and not a sound would come. He was proven wrong in a matter of seconds when a voice came careening into his ears. Louder than anything that he had heard in the forest thus far. His ears twitched as the sound came across them, his bay coat also shivering amid the sound he heard. To be honest at first he thought it a ghost, to be more precise the ghost of his sibling. His gaze flicked this way, then that enticing something to come forward and surprise him but he saw nothing out of place. Blinking against the sound he had heard Alsvidur turned in a half circle, his tassel chasing him and tickling his rump. There was an attempt at determining whether or not this voice sounded angry, as Alsvidur wanted nothing of a fight. He could identify no more from the ghostly tune than that it asked a question. He sighed into the wind and placed his gaze all around himself. “My name is Alsvidur.” He replied, directing a voice to no one in particular, as he had nowhere to project it too. If his visitor had a face in which to identify he would have done just that, but instead he was left with the scenery of green. He turned again, squinting his eyes in order to see something in the darkness. For a moment he thought he could see the faint outlines of a frame standing in the brush, but upon closer inspection found it was nothing more than carefully placed branches. He frowned at this discovery and danced in place, anticipating someone or something to reveal themselves at any moment. That moment never came. All this twisting and turning of his head was making him dizzy. His eyes were moving frantically, this way and that way until finally he gave up and stood in place, his tassel moving with frustration. Fine. He thought, stomping a hoof and snorting. If you do not want to be found, I will not find you. At this he was firm, tired of turning and looking with no avail. It was tiring really, and all he had asked was a hello. He breathed inward, capturing the scent of the forest and relishing in the calm that it brought. His emotions steadied again he flicked his forelock away from his eyes and opened his lips to speak. “Where, if you don’t mind my asking, are you? I don’t quite enjoy speaking to trees.” At this he was not rude; in fact there was a breath of pleasantry to his tone. Alsvidur wasn’t unkind nor was he the type to try and be insolent. He hoped he didn’t convey anything of the sort in his voice. With twitching ears and awaiting eyes, Alsvidur scanned the forest once again, slower this time to avoid feeling faint. This post includes Alsvidur and Alixra!It contains 529 words. I would like to say Thanks for joining!

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