i'm not afraid of god, i am afraid of man
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Post by JUNI! on Mar 28, 2024 19:55:46 GMT -7
if there was ever a time, let it be today, of all days.
he liked this place. strange as that might have been, the heat whirled throughout him; the aches quelled, and it was the only time that his mind did not wander too far from his body. these days, it wasn't often that sepris had the time to venture to where he knew best - the free lands - but today, he did. so, the inky black stallion took full advantage. his first stop of the day had been unclaimed hearts. sepris knew that nobody important would be there, but alas, he still held onto hope to catch of glimpse of his mother. part of him couldn't accept it, really. sepris would have not the chance to look her in the eye and ask why. why him? had the gods not played him enough? with that, the young stallion sighed to himself, shaking out his mane. no, he would not do this to himself now, not while he was enjoying himself. turning his attention back to the ground, sepris found himself standing a good distance away from the heart of the frothy depths. this was a nice change to the bitter chill that was in the morning air. the clarity he felt in mind and body was thrilling, almost. he wished his mum was here to see him when he was at peace, where there was no question of his sanity. "i will have to bring her here soon," the void said to no one in particular. "talking."
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Post by cici on Mar 30, 2024 20:29:37 GMT -7
the memories of your ghost ❧
Over a few days had gone by since her last opportunity to bask in the visible heat wave's coming off the Geysir flats. Molten traps lay beneath the very hooves that dare to tread over them -- hot stone waves seeping through the walls of their feet like warm house slippers. A hot, dry wind whips the air like small blades cutting their way through the territory, desperate to bring relief to the damply warm environment that rests just out of reach, a barren land.
But as barren as it was, the temptation to seek it's soothing heatwaves made the dappled mare almost giddy with anticipation of what to expect. She'd heard passing mentions of this place but had yet to endure it's desert-like welcome -- something she so desperately wanted to experience again, doing her best to find these locations since she'd step foot on these new lands. Be it nostalgia, or even a mild form of desperation to seek the comfort of an environment she was born and raised in -- a desert rose born of sand sun. Getta thrives in the heat, and was eager to settle herself amongst hissing geysers just to ease her mind again.
Auditorial's rose forwards, snapping to attention as her nostrils gently flared, taking in the scent of another. Delicately she pressed forwards, a small delay now evident in her once impatient walking pace. She was more careful this time, not apt to let her guards down as easily as she had before. She was getting closer now, mis-matched eyes attempting to focus in on a dark target -- another stag? -- Getta moved slowly forwards, keeping her distance of a few meters as the scent of molten minerals assaulted her nose, erasing the black stallion she'd smelled before from her pallet. Eyes set wide she searched for him, auds twisting in every direction swiftly at the compromise of her nose.
"I sense a sadness with you..." She didn't often greet others with a random whimsical observation -- not quite realizing the potential way he may take this from a stranger. Her voice was soft and gentle, but it carried loud enough for him to hear her over a potential fountain of steam rising between them. She was curious about this lone solider, another like her -- on their own, possibly new, and potentially defensive. She kept her neck set just above her top line, no tension in her figure as she stood. Though there was a confidence in the way she claimed her stance, even though she could already tell this stag had height on her. She stayed still, and remained relaxed, having observed him for a short time now.
"I mean no harm, truly." She added after a brief silence rested after her last words. This time it was lighter, and a small smile crossed her sooty features to ease any potential dispute. Curiosity abated her as she kept her focus on him -- both careful and inquisitive.
❧ but i never loved you the most
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i'm not afraid of god, i am afraid of man
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Post by JUNI! on Apr 1, 2024 19:42:04 GMT -7
if there was ever a time, let it be today, of all days.
sepris had no idea which direction she'd come from or how long she had been there, just that there was suddenly a voice overtaking his thoughts. at first, the stallion questioned the fact that she was even there - but his mind was not wandering, and he was whole. i sense a sadness in you," she had said. delayed, sepris chuckled under his breath, shaking his head. bright yellow eyes turned to take in the sooty mare that had approached, speaking again. she meant no harm. how easily those words could be said and still not mean anything, he thought. sepris straightened himself out and shrugged a shoulder as a faux pass of confidence, but matched her smile in an attempt to bring his body back to earth. "my mum says the same thing to me from time to time,"the stallion retorted, though his tone was soft as could be. "i am assured that no harm will come. do unto others as they do unto you, no?" it was not a threat; an observation, almost. there was truly nothing threatening about her. yet, a war raged on around them and horses were dying. it wasn't too often that someone approached without reason, and so sepris was left to make wild assumptions to her purpose here, of all places. was she, too, mad? did the fabrics of her DNA burn when one thing did not match up to another? he acknowledged her polite position, as if to not muddy the waters of meeting a stranger. sepris' gaze moved back to the heat that rose from the ground, breathing the harsh, warm air deep into his lungs as his his muscles fell into place. "i am no threat to you," sepris offered after a pause, dipping his skull-fronted crania in a more formal greeting. "if not to strike me where i stand, i'm curious to know what might bring you to a play like this." his sonars flickered to her, a smile on his face, bright eyes peering through thick, inky lashes. "just passing through?" sepris found himself inquiring. be it genuine curiosity or passing conversation, he wasn't always the greatest at these things. these things? he laughed inwardly. "talking."
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Post by cici on Apr 22, 2024 21:14:27 GMT -7
the memories of your ghost ❧
His voice was gentle and he seemed to recalibrate his body and verbal communication in response to the dappled mare that had so suddenly appeared. She couldn't blame him -- and yet still a part of her was more than relieved he seemed indifferent to her unorthodox greeting.
Tay's shortened tail twitched and swatted at both sides of her rump swiftly as she let a small smile brighten her features. The mention of his own mother seemed to make a small part of her heart glow a bit, warming her chest as her eyes -- and thoughts -- remained locked on this interesting desert-bred stag. Need she remind herself she was still on her own?
"A beautiful... and very honorable sentiment." The chocolate mare quietly replied to him, her smile now smaller than before, though still evident. "And one that I too respect." She reiterated her response with another smile, this time approaching him, slowly this time, her eyes wandering to her surroundings, careful not to let her curiosity cause her to mis-step into a small geyser. "I'm sorry if my greeting before seemed unconventional." The mare cocked her head to the side slightly, a small chuckle ascending her innocent form.
'Just passing through? His deeper voice caught her attention immediately. "You could say that," Tay paused before continuing her response, her attention leaving the stag as she chose to trust his shared company long enough to scout where she was exactly. Her nose was still blocked by the sulfur and mineral rich geysers surrounding the rocky terrain. "If i'm honest with you, I only followed a rather silly desire to warm myself amongst the wellsprings... Though I have little understanding of where I am exactly." She added again, slowly allowing her gaze to fall back on him, shifting a bit in where she was standing as she realized she was maybe too quick to reveal her stark independence. Regardless, she sensed no true danger in that very moment, and trusted she'd be okay one-on-one at least if anything were to go wrong.
Auditorials spun on her poll, head and neck level with her top line as she approached him slowly again, her smile still evident, and her stature un-threatening. She paused coming up, perpendicular to his shoulder. "What is your name?" she asked him, her tone genuine and sweet, honey-laced and rich to one's ears, much like the chocolate that was faceted into her pelt. She watched him, awaiting a reply before offering her own name in return.
❧ but i never loved you the most
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