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Post by Reflection on Mar 15, 2008 19:59:11 GMT -5
Grulla pelt gleamed and dark tresses billowed down as the fae strode into the terra soundlessly. Tear Stains were still left upon the fae's cheeks though still she held her frame high. She couldn't believe Numaric Light, and her heart was deeply cut. her clouded chasms stared silently upon the land, though she could not see it. To be blind was a curse, and yet t'was a gift. For it left so much room for imagination, though she had never truly be sure of the place she was in. But this time it was different. This time She was drawn to the land, it captivated her. She felt the wind rush around her, the slopes fall, the land ripple, the water breeze, it was different from others...
Her heart had been played with, and ripped and torn so many times, she just didn't know what to do anymore, esspeacially because no one, seemed to ever understand that she was capable. She was strong, and not even the blows from others she got would hurt that...
But still. she knew she was destined for more then sorrow, but how could she ever escape sorrow... if she was sorrow herself?...
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Post by ♥ A R i E L A on Mar 15, 2008 23:08:20 GMT -5
Ever present, ever looming Ever destroying, ever dooming So many tears hath fallen So many broken dreams. And don't you know nothing is what it seems?
Mud-caked daggers pounded the earth and flaxen tresses ripped the sky. Dark blue eyes sparkled as they fell upon an unfamiliar form. She was painted a dark and gleaming grulla, her bodice held high with pride. Dark banners billowed and Black tear saw something else in the intruder's expression as he came closer... pain, as fresh and cold as the first snow of winter.
Upon reaching the nymph, Black Tear slowed to a stop, his banners taking longer to stop their wild dance to settle on his well-formed neck, the color of his mane corresponding with the painted black and white of his coat. As was his habit, Black Tear looked first at her orbs, searching for an expression. Confusion, hatred, pain, curiosity, love, betrayal, anything. Black heart, black tear I'm screaming screaming can't you hear? I'm falling into pain I barely hear you call my name.
And so the shock hit him like news that the round-up was coming. The chasms of this fae were not clear and revealing, rather they were clouded and unseeing. She was blind.
His voice seemed to have vanished. Not because of her blindness- he tried not to let that bother him. But as it usually did around mares, Black Tear's voice had decided to take a short vacation.
Greetings m'lady... are you lost?
The concern was plain in his intonation, but there was something else, something that even he himself couldn't quite identify. Then a thought hit him- what if he'd scared her because she hadn't seen him coming? Desperation striking him, Black Tear took a step back and watched her carefully for signs of fear.
Wake up from the nightmare Feeling the heat of your stare Fall asleep screaming And wake up in your arms. [/size] [/right]
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Post by Reflection on Mar 16, 2008 10:08:26 GMT -5
The cool wind rushed by, and suddenly the fae heard approaching beats. She turned to face the direction of which the beats were coming from but suddenly they stopped, and she still could not tell where the equine was, she flared her nostrils, and scented the smell of a stag a few feet off, west of her. So she turned around and turned her tiara both ways to try and locate the stag. But once his words came she realized that he was right in front of her. She took a step back, and her heart pumped warily, yet he sounded different then Numaric Light and the other stag's she had met, and when he too stepped back, she was sure he was different...
Greetings...
she said softly, yet pride showed in her voice, though what also sounded her voice was obvious and un-deniable it was pain. and remeberance, though still she replied...
Lost ...was she lost?... well She supposed she was, just not in the exact way that he was asking...
Well...I suppose you could call it that, since in full honesty I have no idea where exactly i am, but I really have no place to be.. .I-...Though I also may be lost inside myself... inside my sorrow.... If that helps answer your question...
Her voice was soft, and held pain, and confusion, and many other sorrow-filled emotions...
Are You lost?
She asked softly and hoped that he would understand her question. For she didn't mean lost in a navigationg way, she simply meant lost inside of yourself...
I am sorry, feel no need to reply to my foolish question...
Her voice still held pain and sort of a pleading for forgiveness tone in it. The tone wouldn't have made sense to anyone but her until she asked
You aren't going to hurt me are you? ....Please don't... I'm sorry I truly am ....please...
A single tear rolled down her cheek from a clouded chasm as she waited in anticipation for his reply. She had no fear of being killed, for she didn't fear death. But she never wanted to return to her former life, and so she dearly hoped that the stag would not be like... she shuddered many others she had met...
I am Eternity's Rain, and I warn you, even in my weakness I am strong. But If hurting me is not what you intend, then please call me Rain...
She said a bit stronger, and raised her tiara, no fear showing, but an immense amount of pain... though something else as well... something astonishing amoung these other pains of hers ...it t'was hope...
Who are you?...
the softness growing back in her voice, because she felt that he was different... somehow, someway, he would not hurt her... she could tell...
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Post by ♥ A R i E L A on Mar 16, 2008 10:27:23 GMT -5
Her words wove through Black Tear's mind like gold, beautiful and precious yet so fleeting and rare... in her voice he detected pain, yet so much pain but there was a hint of pride, of hope, of pleading, of something else...
Rain.
Her name felt sweet on his tongue, gentle and soft. Eternity's Rain did not seem quite right, it was too dark and heavy, though he sensed this mare's past was quite the same.
I promise that I will not hurt you.
Strong and solid he hoped that his voice was as reassuring as he wanted it to be, as she might need it to be. He hardly knew this mare, but he had a sudden urge to protect her.
He turned his attention to her question... was he lost? He had Echo, and she had certainly helped him, but the truth remained, he was still lost. His past was still dark and looming and the pain was as fresh as if it had happened yesterday. Echo was a light, ebbing the pain but she did not take it away completely... how could any one equine take away the pain which was fit for ten? And he sensed that Rain... she had that kind of pain too, the pain which tore your heart to pieces and the burned the pieces at a bonfire, laughing as it worked.
Your question is not foolish. But.. I cannot answer it yet. Is there... is there I way I could... help you? I know what it feels like, to have so much sorrow that you feel as if you will shatter from the agony of it... but I don't know if I've been through so much as you.
He stopped, realizing that he sounded stupid, insensitive, flustered. How could he help her if he could hardly manage his words?
Oh, I'm sorry. Don't listen to me, I sound like an idiot.
ooc- I didn't mean to post that first post... i accidentally hit the wrong key lol
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Post by Reflection on Apr 3, 2008 19:06:18 GMT -5
Rain felt a soft prickling of comfort at the stag's words, and she relaxed a bit. And when he spoke that he promised he would not hurt her she did something she had never once did before...She believed him. and a softness seemed to vibrate through her soul, yet she was still closed to him. Him and others...her heart barred by gates, and iced by cold...
But t'was the words that he spoke after those that pierced her heart so fiercely...Your question is not foolish. But.. I cannot answer it yet. Is there... is there I way I could... help you? I know what it feels like, to have so much sorrow that you feel as if you will shatter from the agony of it... but I don't know if I've been through so much as you. that's what he had spoken, and they caught her, they sliced into her cutting deep into hurt memories she had pushed back, and away, and yet she did not run, she did not cry, she did not hide. This time she did not try to escape her memories...because the way the stag had said it, even though it had cut her so deep, it had unleashed some other sort of...power beyond what she thought could be...and suddenly, the pain didn' t hurt so much...
A small smile formed across her maw, as he spoke next and a small laugh escaped her as she responded gently
No...you don't sound like an idiot ...you sound like you... care...
a wave washed across her blank optics as she faced him and something struck her deep...he cared...why? how? but suddenly that didn't matter either...because all that mattered was that someone cared. And t'was because of that her heart dripped the first tear drop as it started to melt it's icy exterior...
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Post by ♥ A R i E L A on Apr 10, 2008 10:02:06 GMT -5
Dark optics widened and gleamed as Black Tear smiled back at the mare, a genuine mark of joy upon his pain-clouded face. He didn't know why exactly... perhaps her laugh was contagious, it had made him happy. Her words echoed in his mind, soft and gentle in her beautiful lyrics... You don't sound like an idiot you sound like you care. Did he care? Of course. How could you not? You're the same as her... exactly the same. You're both trapped in your pain, you need each other. The small voice said, it's words both hopeful and indignant. Er- thank you... I guess... um... oh never mind, scratch that...
Embarrassed, the vanner stag looked to the ground. How was it that he always managed to fumble his own words. He was so sure of what he wanted to say, it just never came out right! This femme had suffered so much and he wanted so much, he had never wanted anything more, he wanted to help her. Bring her back from the brink of where ever she was, help her to her feet and walk off hand-in-hand with her... but how could he help her if he couldn't even speak?
Rain... I want to help you. And it's always helped me to talk to others about everything I've been through. If you want to talk, I'll listen, and if you don't that's just fine too. And if you want me to, I could share my story.
Shocked at his own words, Black tear found him looking at the mare again, staring intensely into her unseeing orbs. Those words... those lyrics, they had come out right. All because he was so desperate to help her, the words had finally come out right! And although he hated even to think it, this fae made him feel even more... right than Echo did.
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Post by Reflection on Apr 27, 2008 9:22:40 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Rain couldn’t tell whether the stag was happy, or mad, or upset about how she had said how it seemed more as if he cared. Are—are we more the same then I thought? The thought swiftly entered her, as she pricked her auds trying to listen for some reaction. What did I think anyway? Er- thank you... I guess... um... oh never mind, scratch that... he had said. Rain raised her tiara slightly as he spoke trying to catch the words, and they were so jumbled Rain couldn’t suppress an amused laugh. Relax she said to the stag with another soft laugh. She expected his next words to be a replay, or something like other stags had said. Sure all the other stags were stupid, and this stag did not seem that way, but stupid or not they almost always seemed to say the same sort of things. Wrong. The thought flashed into her head and out as the stag spoke again, and Rain was so surprised by his words that she took a step back, and re thought his words, had she heard him wrong? Rain... I want to help you. And it's always helped me to talk to others about everything I've been through. If you want to talk, I'll listen, and if you don't that's just fine too. And if you want me to, I could share my story. She hadn’t heard him wrong. How—how alike could they really be? Yes, she wanted to talk to him about her story—she dearly did. Because for some reason she somehow knew that he would understand.
I—I’d be so touched to hear your past, and to speak of mine, and I’m sure it would help…but I don’t know your name yet? And It just doesn’t feel right sharing and listening of each others stories if I do not yet know your name…But if you tell me, could we still talk? I mean is you purposely didn’t mean to speak your name…It doesn’t matter I suppose, it’s just…You seem like..you would maybe understand…because…you’ve been the kindest equine…I’ve…I’ve ever—met. Oh, God. Now I’m jumbling up my words as well.
She let out an amused laugh, and turned to the stag and waited to see if he would tell his name or not. The wind wavered by suddenly and it caught Rain’s tresses lifting the slightly before letting them settle back down on her boa…
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Post by ♥ A R i E L A on Apr 27, 2008 11:07:43 GMT -5
With any other mare, had he realized that she did not know his name but was about to share his past with her, he would have looked down and nearly died of embarrassment. But something was different about Rain, her soft voice, and that gentle laugh which made him know everything was okay. And to share his past... sure, he had said it, but was he really ready?
Oh, sorry.
He let loose a little laugh, a smile.
I'm Black Tear... and if you really want to hear...
He took a deep breath, letting it all sink in, trying to be ready. And when he looked up at Rain again, into her clouded lanterns, so blind but so honest, and when he opened his maw to speak, his voice was soft and he knew that it would help, if he could tell her.
It all began the day I was born... the day my mother brought me home, she brought me to my father, hoping that he would give me a name. But he did nearly the opposite- he killed my mother and then turned on me. I dodged his blows, but barely, until he hit me on my flank- there's still a scar- and he thought me dead when I fell to the ground. He left then, and I lay there for days, sick and weak and on the brink of death until the rain came. It washed away the blood, quenched my thirst and healed my wounds. I didn't have the milk I needed, but I survived on the lush grass of the meadow where my father used to live, growing stronger and stronger and trying to banish the memory of my mother's death all the time. When I was two, a new herd came to my home.
The lead stag looked strangely familiar, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Anyway, the herd was safety, and when I cornered the stag alone, I asked if I could join his herd. He stared at me as if he had seen a ghost, and finally he told me to leave, to be gone, he never wanted to see my face again. But I wouldn't give up... after surviving a fatal attack and healing myself without milk, on only grass and rainwater, nothing was impossible. So I continued to follow the herd, and soon the stag paid me no heed as long as I left his mares alone. But that became impossible when I met her... a chestnut vix. Druid...
He stopped for a moment, letting the tears flow silently, the pain as he remembered that smile, those beautiful eyes, that sweet voice, I love you to the top of the highest mountain, she would say, and then she would try to think of a name for him but she would never be satisfied even though Black Tear loved everything that fell from her mouth...
But soon the lead stallion, Tombstone caught us. He cornered the two of us, and he began to battle me, throwing fatal blows and Druid sat on the sidelines crying... and and she wanted to join the battle, fight for her love and I told her not to but she wouldn't listen... and before we knew it Druid lay dead upon the grass, her blood soaking into the ground... and we never knew who had done it, the battle had been so fierce and wild... and I never knew, I never could.... and when Tombstone walked away, he stared at me with hatred and from the look in his eyes I knew that he was trying to tell me that I had done it.... I never believed him, but then I could never be sure, I only wanted to avoid the pain... and then Tombstone revealed himself as my father, the one who had killed my mother and then tried to kill me.
But he had never been able to. The pain had followed him, festered in his heart, grown larger and instead of numbing it has stung more and more, but now... maybe, just maybe, it was beginning to fade?
Later, Tombstone attacked me again, just the two of us, and I was put in position to kill him, it was a perfect opportunity, and I was ready to but then, if I had killed Druid, if it had been me I didn't want to kill two horses, take two lives so I let him go with a scar and he ran, he disapeared, the coward... so I never saw him again, and later, I named myself, a name which reflects what I could've done and the pain in my life... Black Tear...
And in the end, he realized, that his mother's wish had been granted. Because Tombstone had named his colt.
But really my mother's last wish came true. My father named me, in the end...
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Post by Reflection on May 4, 2008 9:35:02 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Oh…Black Tear… Rain gasped. What a horrid past. Like my own she reminded herself. And when he concluded of how he got his name her heart swelled in memories. They were so alike…so alike indeed. Now it was her turn. For a second she didn’t want to remember a bit of her past, but then she reminded herself of how Tear had just shared his past…she owed him hers. And so, she raised her tiara and inhaled deeply, before starting to speak.
I was born into slavery. My mother was a slave and was force bred by a cruel stallion by the name of Salazar. When I was born, I was born out of sorrow. And my mother wasn’t hating to me…but she was far from loving. Every time she saw me, I reminded her. I gave her pain. I was sorrow. I was rain. And I pained her. I sliced daggers through her heart simply by living. And I don’t blame my mother. For I loved her very much…but…she never loved me back. How could she? I was a burden to her, I was a symbol of her misery. My mother had always been kind and loving to those around her, except me. And the stallion of course. We were kept captive in a bloody canyon, where death was the obvious deed. Horrible things happened between my birth and a year later. But none as significant as when my mother let me be killed. Obviously I was not. But she wasn’t going to step in the way. I had always—ALWAYS been loving and caring to her, but that day when Salazar was told I was dead blind, he was going to kill me. He had always known I had bad eye sight and he sneered at me for that always, not he had never known me to be blind. So as he reared up my mother was RIGHT THERE. And she didn’t even falter. That broke me more then the hooves crashing down on me did. Hours later I finally woke up, in the same place, blood gushing from my sides. And I laid there the whole day pretending to be dead. Because if the stallion knew that he had somehow not killed me, there would be no hope. And so in the dead of night I finally pulled myself up, and limped through the canyons. Somehow, I escaped. Somehow…
I lived, with only a few scars as physical proof of the attack, months later. But mentally I was far from healing. How could my mother allowed the stallion to attempt to kill me? How… I was sorrow for her. I know. But how could she have been so heartless? I found out a year later. I was laying in a grassy meadow. My soul was still broken. What did I have to live for anymore…And as I laid there so vunerable, a couger snuck up on me, and finally pounced onto my exposed barrel. I screamed, and tears flowed down my cheeks as I kicked and rolled around trying to get to my daggers. But the cat had a horrid grip on me, I couldn’t see it, and I could feel my life drawing nearer and nearer to it’s end, finally the cat’s claws struck my head and I collapsed, unconscious.
I awoke days with my wounds tended, and still alive…How? Well, my answer appeared when a gentle voice said “how are you feeling?” I tried to struggle to my feet, but all I managed was a gasp of pain as waves of pain shot through me, and I stopped attempting. “Who are you?” I asked turning to face where the voice had come from. “My name’s Summer’s Horizon. Summer for short. What’s your name?” he stated gently. I had no name I was about to say, when suddenly I knew exactly what my name was. My mother had named me by her deeds, not words. And so, even though she had never told me a name, I knew that I was Eternity’s rain to her. Sorrow. “I’m Eternity’s Rain. Rain for short” I said my voice softer then usual, as for ‘twas filled with sorrow, and realization that I was Eternity’s Rain. “I’d rather call you Eternity. Because you are not rain.” He said, and something genuine pricked at my heart, but also pure sorrow. “But I am rain. I am sorrow. You are summer though, I can feel it.” I said emotions swelling through me. “you are far from Sorrow.” He said once more trying to convince me. I was about to state back sadly when suddenly it hit me. “Why Am I not dead?” I asked Summer. “I saved you. I killed the couger, and moved you over here, into safety.” He replied. “Why?” I asked him. “For many reasons Eternity. Many reasons.” He replied. And suddenly I felt as if I had known him my whole life. And so after time as you can guess we fell in love.
As we spoke of my past he grew angry and hating of Salazar and my mother. And that knowledge of my past was what brought him his death. Because one day in winter we ran into Salazar and his herd once more. And Summer saw my mother first, before he saw Salazar. Summer had not been planning for a fight, but when he marched right over to my mother glaring, and about to question her, Salazar saw summer, and believed him to be trying to steal My mother. Of course he was doing no such thing but Salazar didn’t care and he announced a fight. Summer was determined for revenge on Salazar because of what he had done to me, but Salazar was older and more experienced. And so, right as Salazar was about to kill Summer, I stepped out of the woods and rammed into him. He stumbled back in surprise, and whipped his head to look at the attacker. But when he saw me he froze. I was a ghost to him, for he had been sure he had killed me. At that freeze Summer reared up, and knocked into Salazar, the blow killed Salazar, but Salazar was not the only one who had died. Summer died as well only moments later because Salazar had doused his daggers in poison, and when the daggers had hit Summer during the fight, the poison had gotten into Summer’s blood, and he was killed as well. I screamed, and I hated myself. Why hadn’t I had stopped them!!?? Why had I even told Summer of my past, I must’ve known he would want revenge! WHY WHY WHY!! It was my fault. MY FAULT. And mine only. Then at my piercing screams, my mother walked over to me, and said softly “Daughter?”. I whipped my head around and glared at my mother “WHAT?!”. “I’m so sorry. For everything. And I’m so glad you are alive. All of these years I’ve lived out of fear, and never saw you for what you are. I love you. And I’m so, so sorry…” Her voice faded off, and something struck me deep, and I began to sob. She nuzzled me, and said “be strong” And then she walked away. She Walked Away. She left me. On my own. So much for love.
Years later I was the same. Hurt full of sorrow. Because between that day and two years later, I had witnessed and been victim to so much deception, hate, violence, evil, sorrow, and memories. Nothing seemed right anymore. But then one day I returned to the place where I had first met Summer. I cried and I cried, but finally I felt hope. And I felt comfort. I felt his pressense in mine. And I knew that he had not left me. That he was still deep within my soul, holding a place in my heart. And I somehow knew, that I had to try again. I had to…
And so I came to the Arrowheads. I met a stallion called Numaric Light who was a huge fake, and idiot, who brought back my memories, and crushed my vunerabiliy—I hate him. And so I fled form the claiming lands, and was drawn here. Where I met a stallion called Black tear, who told me of my past, didn’t take my advantage of me, told me of his past, Brought back the real me…who has hidden inside for so long, ....and who I might even love.
She said the last part in her head but as she realized, it was true…Maybe she did love him. They had hardly met but already…she felt alike and connected to him…She raised her tiara and listened. She couldn’t see him, and all of a sudden, she wanted to know what he looked like, what this land looked like. Sometimes it was such a curse to not be able to see…Then again, sometimes it was a gift…sometimes…
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Post by ♥ A R i E L A on May 4, 2008 10:18:06 GMT -5
As Black Tear listened to her past with all his heart, he felt a single tear fall from his optics and settle on the dirt, a single drop of sorrow in a land of serenity. How could any horse live through such a terrible past, to not be loved by your own mother, to see her just stand there and let your father try and kill you... and to be blind through it all, seeing nothing, and then to have the only horse who cared, who you loved, be slaughtered before your eyes... and then Numaric Light, well, that was so surprise. Black Tear had met the dapple gray stag before and hadn't been impressed. But that last part, about... him? Had he really done all that? How... because you love her. a small voice answered in the back of his head, and with a thudding of his heart, Black Tear realized that although he had only met Rain, he felt something strong and wonderful when he was around her, something he had ever felt around Echo or any other mare... and as he looked up at Rain, into her unseeing clouded optics, he knew.Rain... that's... beyond description, what you've been through. I only wish I could help you, but right now there's only one thing I can do. I can tell you the part of my past that I left out because I wasn't sure...
He took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet air and planned his words, but when he opened his maw again, it was not the lyrics of his plans which tumbled out, it was the lyrics of his heart.
I love you, Rain.
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Post by Reflection on May 4, 2008 10:45:53 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Rain took a deep breath as she listened to him. And she knew right then that she loved him. Not might. She did. And even though she thoroughly hated to admit it, but Black Tear felt so much more…right, then Summers Horizon. Yes, she loved Black tear. She loved him more then she thought love even went, and for once in her life she didn’t feel like sorrow. Not one drop of sorrow. But with a pang of realization rain felt the sorrow and dread again, as she thought that maybe black tear didn’t love her back. Possibilities flew through her head, and words. What would he say next. She could think of millions of things, but none quite as dear as the ones he actually spoke. I love you…he said…he loves me back…he really does…rain thought. Her heart swelled as she stood there still playing over, and over again his words in her heart. He loves me…And finally she raised her tiara, and tears formed in the corners of her clouded chasms, as her voice rang out. I love you too, Black Tear.
She had never been so sure of words before then right now.
And can you call me Eternity?
She asked softly. Because she didn’t feel like rain, right now. She felt like a bird…soaring high above the clouds, and through dreams. And all of this was because of love. She loved black tear, and she felt like falling in love with black tear added the last piece of the puzzle to her heart. She was completed, and she had never felt like this. Not even with summer… [/glow]
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