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Post by ♥ c i c i on Jun 20, 2024 0:40:09 GMT -7
D j i n n ❦ quem não arrisca não petisca...
Day's going by without a single sign was nothing new to her, in fact it was beginning to become too common of an occurrence. Djinn had spent most of her time alone doing just that -- remaining secluded. As opposed to who she used to be, the sound of silence was steadily becoming her favorite pass time. She relished in the quieter parts of these territories, keeping herself free of trouble by not daring to overstep her boundaries. It wasn't out of fear so much as dreading the exhaustion at the idea of confrontation.
She was still exhausted. Though now healthier than she was in the past year, her body was recovered, but her mind was still an unpredictable distraction of sorts. Djinn had refused herself the opportunity to weep and grieve over such a pivotal downfall. She'd hear her own voice in the back of her head telling her it was only temporary, and that she needed to push forward if she was going to survive. Adora was still alive to her, she was still the filly she'd watched escape -- it was hard to ignore the flashing images of that day, for when the stars were singing lullabies above her, demons were still wrestling in her heart and head mercilessly.
Daydreaming about the what-if's had done nothing but slow her down, and so the sabino doe was determined to shove her now neglected feelings about it aside and focus on gathering more information when she had the chance. She'd gathered little so far, nothing even word of mouth had offered her was substantial enough to investigate, and definitely not on her own accord. She'd risen back to where she needed her bravery and stamina to be. And it seemed even against a still-watered paradise, fire was flickering up from her short and frizzy mane once again, set ablaze by her perseverance and stubbornness that she wore shamelessly on her painted face like a jester's mask.
"I have to be closer than I was before." she remarked quietly to herself, stopping in her tracks the mare relaxed her top line, lowering her head and neck while she carefully glanced across the river. Seeing nothing at first she felt the whiskers over her muzzle tickle at the sensation of the waters surface. Quenching her thirst the mare did so with grace and dignity, hardly allowing room for error even now. She stood out amongst the landscape -- any landscape as it were -- a loud pattern of a snowstorm painted across her body -- as memorable as ever -- her attitude filled her vivacious aura easily, carrying herself with a palpable confident elegance even while doing something as trivial as drinking water. Loud and scattered splotches of red and black jigsawed through the snow she wore with a remarkable statement to them, bold and unapologetic about her existence, she didn't appear out of place so much as just hard to miss.
Djinn took her time drinking, allowing the peaceful breeze that passed over her to cool her over-active joints, and soothe her heated coat, light chocolate eyes drifting to a close in peace if for a moment. Upon opening her eyes, the sounds of the outside world ceased to exist to her, and slowly the mare lifted her chin from the surface of the still river cutout, across from her -- an image that she could only assume was akin to a mirage. She had to be imagining things... -- it was the only explanation to seeing what she was witnessing so casually during the middle of the day. The scene wasn't at all how she pictured it, and frozen in time Djinn starred silently at the mirage of gold and cream, finding it impossible to more her limbs, her eye's welled slowly with salted tears yet she was still hesitant to let her heart even attempt to confirm what her eyes couldn't bring themselves to believe. Instead she'd found solace in her own voices confirmation -- it was quiet, hardly above a whisper, yet it still held an avalanche of complicated emotions, cracking as she whispered the first name she thought of, the one she'd been looking for.
"A-Adora..."
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Post by JUNIPER ! on Jul 10, 2024 21:59:46 GMT -7
GOOD GOD, LET ME GIVE YOU MY LIFE Nothing felt right. Adora had spent a large amount of time pacing the border of the Shores with her head and her heart waging war against the other. She felt like a liar — like her words to Nixi that fateful first meeting had been a façade. There was the guilt of her people weighing equally as heavy on her shoulders. How could she so freely participate in killing Sly when she couldn’t bring herself to force the hand of Verilias Royals with a little bloodshed? Adora was left wondering who survived, if anyone, and did they blame her for it all? She was not the undoing of those bastards. Sometimes she knew that, but today was not one of those days. The Free Lands didn’t offer her much peace, either, traipsing along the dense forestry of the Mire to avoid the depths of the wetland with Mount Malvolia taunting her in the backdrop. The pale gold painted Baroness sunk gently into the Earth as she moved, trying to bring her mind back to what she was doing. What was she doing?Adora had chosen to seek out the rivers because it only felt right. Her goal was to visit Discord, hoping to find a way to connect with the one she’d helped destroy. She knew the Helkaer Commander had to be dealt with and she had promised to protect her Queen at all cost, a promise she intended to keep. The war was coming to a head, where did that leave the mortals? There was fear and unrest growing over the lands at every corner; no one knew what was to come. As Adora found herself looking unto the three rivers, she closed her eyes and sucked in a deep breath. Expecting to find herself drawn to Discord, the winds whisked her platinum tendrils in the direction of Justice, and she found she had no choice but to oblige her Gods whim. Adora’s pace was slower than before, feeling guarded in this decision, and as she approached the waters her cerulean gaze dropped to search its depths. It beckoned to her, so she indulged herself with a quick drink. Her sonars flickered to the side as she savored the coolness, only to be swooped toward a sound close by. The Baroness raised her cranium, head cocking to the side as she surveyed the shoreline, catching the glimpse of someone ahead. A quick flash of nothingness hit her, about to turn herself away when she caught wind of the peculiarly gray splotched face that drank from the river Justice. “Ah,” Adora said quietly with a grimace. “The Gods play with me again.” As she stood there watching the ghost of her past, she had to force herself to swallow the grief that threatened to break her. The honeyed mare found herself heading for the apparition. She didn’t know what drew her to it so heavily, but she wanted to see her protectors face as close as it would allow. Surprise hit her when it began to raise its head, stopping her in her tracks as Djinn’s features were brought to light. Adora wanted to rush into it even knowing (assuming) she’d be falling straight on her face into the water with a leap like that — until the apparition lifted her head, at first none the wiser. It took a few harrowing moments before its chocolatey doe eyes made contact with Adora, whose face was riddled with skepticism. Half expecting Djinn to dissipate as quickly as she’d appeared, the Baroness sat back into her fetlocks, ready to run from whatever devil had taken the face of her dearest friend. The scattered thoughts that followed told her she was a fool to come here. Would the lives lost to save hers receive their justice this day? Had karma come to collect her debts? But her voice, oh, her voice. The doubtfulness dropped from her face the second she heard it. Adora had almost forgotten what it sounded like, allowing herself to break. Every muscle in her body stung with the might of her emotions. She didn’t know what the right thing to do was; she wanted to press herself against the other and never let go. So many questions wriggled in the background of her mind, but the only thing she could make out was a breathy exhale to ask, “are you hurt?” Adora’s heart had begun to thrum like thunder in her chest. She made the hasty choice to step closer, head lowering with a silent whimper. “Djinn, tell me it is you and please - tell me if you’re hurt,” the Baroness added. There would be plenty of time for everything else later. After the longest year of her life, Adora could only imagine the hardships her friend would’ve gone through. She considered giving the other her space, but she was overcome, and closed the distance with a strong kickback of her hind end to bump her chest into Djinn’s shoulder, neck snaking to curl around hers. With all the strength left in her tired body, Adora squeezed. The tears erupted seconds later, a soundless sobbing that rained down into the chimera’s mane. a d o r a TEMPLATE BY ELIZA @ Delusional & SP
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Post by ♥ c i c i on Jul 27, 2024 21:08:41 GMT -7
D j i n n ❦ quem não arrisca não petisca...
In the heat of summer, the black eyeliner that spread down the mare’s Criollo nose was a deep obsidian lining her bronze gaze, thinning into a pale gray river till black ink spot appeared again at the corners of her maw – they twitched as she finished the last of the water she held in her mouth. Like a picasso come to life, the mare found herself equally frozen in confusion, nothing but the bare breeze disturbing her thick mane and forelock. ”Sarab…” she whispered to herself, an Arabic word her mother had taught her that meant a mirage of sorts. Adora to her in this moment seemed like nothing else –
– ”I’m–”
The mare was sure this was nothing more than an image her mind had created in order to lure her back to the darkness, beckon her to give up – no – The snow drift mare took a large breath inwards to finish speaking, this time a healthier tone. ”It’s me! – Adora!” her vocals would stutter and break shakily as she forced her true voice through, abandoning the whispers she had been trapped behind. Before saying more the doe couldn’t help but push herself forward, hooves creating impact splashes against her knees and hocks, her plaited tail consumed by the shallow river. She nickered affectionately and repetitively, as if she felt herself holding back tears, hesitant to face what could be the truth.
But no, it was real – Djinn’s expression had stayed the same, she was in shock, but it was difficult to hide the hope and joy behind her bronze eyes, now shining like stained glass as tears welled within them. She stopped just short of Adora, the smell of her beloved friend and sister now infiltrating her nose as she knew she couldn’t be wrong. ”I’m not hurt – are you hurt? Tell me… How? How did you get here?” She pressed her shoulder to the cream and white mare, her neck leaning against Adora’s, her nostrils tangling in her cream mane. Filling as much of the gap between them as she possibly could, Djinn refused to depart from the hug for a moment longer before pulling back a bit to see her friend better.
”I can’t believe this! I found you, oh Adora…” her voice cracked still with absolute elation, the palomino’s name on her tongue tasted like fresh honey, and she wanted to say it more in order to prove this was real. The black ink around her eyes turned an even deeper shade of black as tears stained her cheeks. She was overcome with emotions, and in awe of the truth of it, but she also knew there was so much she needed to say to her, so much they needed to speak about. Where could she start? She was unable to focus on any of that right now – she wished only to just look at her little sister as if she were committing her to memory again.
She nuzzled playfully and quick at Adora’s cheek, ”You’ve grown so much.” this time her voice was calmer, more soothing and maternal much like the last time she’d seen Adora those years prior – full of love, honeysuckle at every word, overjoyed to have finally found her dearest friend, and the closest thing she had to family anymore. Djinn’s mind raced, but in true fashion, she couldn’t not bring herself to apologize – the guilt in her heart had swallowed was poisonous, she needed to offload it. Slowly the mare’s expression became sorrowful and visually upset, but her words were seemingly caught in her throat.
”Adora, i’m so sorry –” she broke to shed upset tears, still weak over heavy emotions, Djinn forced herself to pull it together to finish what she said not wanting to leave the palomino more confused than before. ”I’m – i’m sorry, I should have been there, it was my responsibility to have warned you –” she broke it, silence ensuing. Tears threatened to pour again as she fought them aggressively. ”I should have warned you.” she reiterated it nervously, guilt riddling her syllables. It was obvious she’d carried it for a long time, it weighed her down like an endless cascade of sand over her back like she was walking in an infinite hourglass. Now – the flow was lessening. Her expression was lightening, though pain would still remain until she could hear Adora’s voice again – she needed to hear it again – chocolate eyes dashed across Adora’s visage, fighting the urge to embrace the mare again, she shifted her front hooves back and forth, strengthening her position in the rocks, but also nervously awaiting Adora’s reply. She swallowed hard, her hind end shifting slowly and tensely as well as if she were fidgeting with rings on her fingers.
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