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Post by ☼darkash☼ on Oct 21, 2009 2:06:35 GMT 1
*Satarah*
The stars lean down to kiss you and I lie awake and miss you
Death. It would always be apart of the young light dappled silver filly's life. Even though she lives now she was dead once before. This deed was on the act of her mother Silver Mist. The fae was exhaulsted from life and i guess some would call it insanity but she killed satarah. those who knew silver well though would know it as her darker half taking over. you see the moonsilver fae was a mix of dark and light blood. which made her very unstable not only that but her magic was using her life force as power to work. so in the end she basically lose all her powers cept one. she used that one to revive her daughter. It may have been possible if Raider hadnt of come to take Satarah away Silver might not of died but it was her destiny to. if she would have stayed just imagine what could be happening. Unlike her mother though Satarah is a pure neutral which means she was born of two that were mixed neutrals. Enough of that though this is a new era the past will catch up to satarah one day but thats not today
The little filly wandered through the haunted mists of Zhoia. She was terrified. old rotting bones crushed under her small diamonds. With every crack she flinched. Her hide let her blend in well though alot like her mother in a way. she had light dapples though towards her rear and shoulders. Along with an unscarred body and a bright white seven pointed star on her forehead. She had alot of guts to come into a land that was clearly scary but she had no choice the others had no inhabitants and if this one turned out the same she may not make it out. if one would get close enough they would see the little wooly creature was very thin. she had not nursed for a long time, and she needed to soon. She stopped as she neared a thorny thicket she could barely see it. the sounds of footsteps were coming from behind her so she thought quickly and quietly moved into the thorns to hide. the caused crimson liquid to spill on spots on her plet and she sqented in pain but didnt make a sound.
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Post by teh spooky duck. rar. on Oct 21, 2009 2:41:47 GMT 1
PAN -dorizz
Time raked at her skin, though just at her hide, begging to wrinkle her perfect, arabian facade. It was no secret time wanted to let her body waste away, but she would refuse. Time would have no say in her 'life'. If she was dead anyways, what did it matter? Groaning slightly from a sudden pain in her stomach, she flinched, as if to get away, but, to her avail, no use. Inhaling the thick, toxic air, she flashed her grin and huffed outward, her lips hugging the air. Oxygen tore at her lungs, almost refusing to excape, but her muscles pushed, forcing the carbon to strand through her system carelessy. The direct pain in her side decreased minimaly as she stood to her feet, mumbling curse words under her gleeming breath. Icey cold now hit her full force, though it bothered her not. Cold was something she enjoyed, among numerous other things, including prying into others lives. Invisability and flight encouraged the activity. Glaring at the rugged sky and silver lining amoungst the clouds, the femme walked stiffly to the edge of her cave, sneering at the sun, pushing more clouds in front of it, shading her eyes from its harsh rays.
A shrill scream blattered the surrounding area, echoing through the island, no doubt causing some to fall on their knees. Inhaling the sharp air, the coal black fae lifted through the air, her dull white wings contrasting with the shiny black of her coat. Though no one would know, would they, with the invisablity and such? Pupil-less optics scanning the ground for movement, though she detected none, she wasn't sure, her optics weren't that of a hawk. Just because she had wings, didn't mean she was a bird.
Chewing on her lip as form of habit, the mare moved like venom through a bloodstream, coursing through the air with no trouble. Her genuss, though, was having more difficulty. A floral scent wafted into her nares, almost exploding through her mind. It made her nausiuos as she swerved to get a better veiw of the small filly she saw. Her coat glinted, almost metalic, just as Pan's was. Swallowing, the goddess moved faster. 'Dammit rah, move faster!' Pandorizz could almost picture the glare she would get from the inside out tigress with purple eyes. Suddenly diving, the mare continued staying invisible. Amazingly, when she landed, she made no impact, and Rahurge was already there. 'impressive.' It was barely a compliment.
Looking towards the filly, boths thoughts interupted one another. lig--ht Looking towards eachother, they both grinned sick grins, and with one swift step, move towards the filly. She was so small, so feeble, so use-worthy. Perhaps it would be another filly worthy of Pan's attention, though she doubted it. The strong, knock-you-down smell of plants and flowers was overwhelming, and ignoring it was simply not an option. With optics rolled back into her head, the tigress talked. 'Hello, child. Satarah, darling, what are you doing in such a land as this? She couldn't keep the venom from leaking from her lips, ending with a roar, as she moved towards the filly. Her mind would be easy to figure out, she was, afterall, a light. Grinning her unseen smile, the unnoticed mare would let the tigress talk for a while. A single hiss lingered through her gritted teeth.
teh colors-
pan main
pan talk
pan think
rah talk
rah think { O.o C] pans invisable the whole time, letting her comp. talk for her. they're telepathic XD <33 love them or die! |
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Post by ☼darkash☼ on Oct 21, 2009 3:31:23 GMT 1
*Satarah* A tigeress interesting. This was a predator the small flicka could sense it but power was sensed as well. Satarah had many gifts unknown to her but one she manage to figure out a bit on her own was telepathy. it was after all the way she and her mother communicated. she could read the tigeress thoughts and speak to her in that way she even knew the invisable mare was there just simply didnt state it. she then began to transfer thoughts im lost.. my mother is dead..and im not light.. im neutral.. she lifted her tiny tiara and walked out. she wanted to see what the tiger looked like closer. then she saw it. Its beautiful coat and eyes. Her midnight blue orbs watched it with great interest. it was her first time seeing one and yet she knew everything one could know by just looking at it. this also was not an ordinary tiger. this one was of odd coloring and much more powerful in a magic sense. none the less it was also dark and a predator so this was a potentionally a dangerous situation. Satarah put all of her past that she remembered in open view of her mind but closed off her own personal thoughts of this sitiuation, and one important thing her mothers name. for some reason she had the instinct to just not say it. some reason it was dangerous. Since her mother was the leader of the rebels against the dark army satarah could be used as a weapon or killed before her future was realized. that future was to follow in her moms footsteps. she just didnt know any of that yet. one day she would. this made satarah very dangerous even though she was a foal. one day she could be a great enemy, unless killed here. or brain washed. if one were to prenitrate the foals delicate mind and convince her she was saved by darks and not her mother. if she were to begin to believe the darks were what she was. she may be a very powerful ally. maybe more. [/sup][/center][/color] |
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Post by teh spooky duck. rar. on Oct 25, 2009 0:49:33 GMT 1
PAN -dorizz
A soft, humbled cry drove through her mind and heart, setting her on her knees, her cheeks stained with salty tears, the small cuts stinging. Snot trickled down her quivering nostrils, landing on the wet ground, blending with the mud. In front of her lay her own foal, her own darling she loved so very much. The colt had only thought he could fly, the wings not yet strong enough, nor was his mind ready. Oh! And how envious he was of his mother, how he thought she was the best, flying about, giving horses chances to redeem themselves. He'd promised himself to be just like her, he promised he would do the same. Obviously, the power had skipped his generation, leaving his spazing body lurching violently at the bottom of the skinny peak. Optics rolled into his head, clouding over as if he body going into rigor already, as if death had swooped his innocent body up and taken it to itself, not even asking permission. But did death ever ask permission? Did it need permission? Her cries were interupted with her sons voice, how velvety it normally seemed, how it was so calm and warm, but now it trembled with fear of going out. He was much like a candle's light, flickering in the wind. Tears still came, but she softened them, listening for the tiny voice as he wrasped it out. 'Mah-mah-mahmma.. He paused, inhaling a beaten breath and finishing his words ; 'Mamma, find-, his lips closed and his body no lunger pulsed. Screaming out in agony for her son, she rose her head to the heavens and her hiss peirced the night.
[/i] Breath came ragged from her lungs as the memory hit her like a brick, the pain, not in her side of anywhere on her physical bodice, but in her heart, taking a part of it yet again. Memories like that one had been touching her, taking a part of her with them as they disapeared, but this time, it didn't only seem like a memory, this time she felt it, she knew the colts name, she remembered his face, his velvet voice, his floral scent. Facade revealed the horror she felt, and her optics glowed in the night. A gasp left her parted lips. Chewing her cheek, she closed them and inhaled, flickering into veiw, though this time, she stayed that way. Her composure no longer seemed troubled, but instead she forced a 'delighted to see you' look onto her facade, her cheeks lifted into a grin. Snapping her optics to the little fillah, she inhaled sharply and the words came from her mouth like honey, slow and sweet. [/color] ' As requested. Now you see me.' The grin left her arabic features swiftly, the grimace that replaced it leaving no trace it was ever there. The remembrance of her lost son and her daughter she had, she exhaled and turned towards the filly again, staring at her silver, metallic features. Her own lime colored mane and tail glistened like cobwebs in the night, swirling as she wind picked up. Her look was distant, though fixed upon the fillah's own optics. Nares quivered slightly, though it was barely noticable in the darkness. Swallowing hard, the tigress at her side moved to her left, paws padding! across the rough, uneven ground, her weight seeming more that it truley was. Her sanity swirled.
Quietly, the tigress moved to the side of Satarah, licking her lips, sliding her tongue against the rough edge of her teeth, cutting it slightly. A growl peirced her lips, parting the whiskers as she spoke. 'Don't hide silver mist, lovey, she was a good leader. You should be proud. Moving towards the fillys side, her lips touched the delicate hairs on her ear as she moved her mouth, speaking. She smells fear, so try to hide it.' Indicating Pandorizz as the 'she' in the sentence, she backed away in one smooth gait, and licked her muzzle. ''Pandorizz, weather goddess/ Her head moved in a graceful movement, maw slapping her chest, indicating she was talking about herself. Satarah, daughter of legendary Silver mist.'' Now her maw reached towards the fillah, indicating her, though unless she was as stupid as most lights, she would merely misunderstand. 'And instead of confusing you, Sat, i'm Rahurge. No need in making it complicated, its only a greeting. Nothing will suffice. Call me something different, and die. It wasn't a threat, it was a promise. Inhaling, she grinned and chuckled, making it obvious not to take it to serious. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] ' ri-gər mortis 1 : a tremor caused by a chill
2 : a condition that makes life difficult, challenging, or uncomfortable; especially : extremity of cold
Mist swirled around her small bodice, providing her with an advantage. She had a hawks eye, seeing everything around her, though no one would see her through the thick cloud of fog that provided a thick wall around her. Warmth wrapped around her like a blanket, providing her bones and hide with much needed heat. The night was young, and time was passing slowly, ticking away at an agonizing pace. Urging herself from the small room, the young femme thrust up and into a position to fly. She wasted no time, upon not seeing her mother, she'd merely follow the rich scent that lingered with her, and the loud cackle that followed her, and she'd find her. Upon reaching flight, though, she wobbled and nearly lost her flight, but within a second, she was right again, soaring with no effort across the sky, her mist following her like a tail. A near blind horse would no doubt think she was a comet. Chewing her lip, she dived to her mother upon seeing her, and with a thud! landed next to her. Dust collected around them and her mind suddenly connected, but instead of telepathicly speaking, she grinned at the sight of a filly. Hello, mum. Her attention regained to her mother, and she stood, as if nothing happened. The dust cleared, her mind foggy, though, as if it went into her head, not settling bacm onto the ground. You took my advice. Glad to see you did. She didn't bother telling what the advice was. Her mother would know.
teh colors-
pan main
pan talk
pan think
rah talk
rah think - - - - - main
rig talk
rig thoughts
death talk
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Post by ☼darkash☼ on Oct 29, 2009 22:43:08 GMT 1
*Satarah*
Her small blue orbs made contact with the goddess before her. This mare stood out like her companion with odd but beautiful coloring. In one way you could discribe them was poisoness there bright coloring warning predators that they were lethal to eat, much like some insects and snakes. she listened to ther minds Pans was the most impacting Satarah saw it just as her memory did she saw that day and every heart breaking moment. Pan had lost someone who was very close to her heart just as satarah had. she communicated through her mind again im sorry for your loss... the filly continued to watch the mare. Satarahs body consist of two breeds Arabian from her mother and Andulusian from her father. her body features expressed her mothers more. She listened to the tiger as she spoke my mum was a leader? she thought to herself. Satarah did not know her mother well she only knew her name and the power of telepathy. The filly watched the tiger ocassionally from the corner of her eye, but she was not afraid. she continued to listen though aswell my mother was a legendary leader? [/u][/color] she asked mentally still wondering if they really were friends or enemies. apart of her felt like crumbling into tears but she couldnt she just couldnt find the feelings she wanted. she hadnt spoken yet either. she didnt even know if she could. Satarahs attention turned to the filly that land roughly. was this the sister of the colt satarah had seen in pans memories. she was just as pretty as her mother but not as magical in some way. i guess you could say a prototype to the orginal. was that all satarah was though? a prototype some one born with only pieces of there mother, or was her mother the prototype and she the final product? the more she thought about her mother though the more it hurt. not her heart though. it physically caused pain. it wasnt bad because she would stop as soon as she thought about it but she still wondered. you took my advice glad to see you did what is she talking about satarah wondered.[/center][/color][/sup] |
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