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Post by Sea Goddess Calypso on Mar 30, 2008 11:43:33 GMT -8
A slender mare trotted into the lands, looking around with her head and tail held high. She flicked her tail once and broke into a run, kicking up clods of dirt and grass as she ran. She stopped and reared up, neighing loudly and pawing the air before dropping heavily to the ground again. She nickered softly and swished her sleek black tail again. The sun made her bay pelt shine slightly and she looked up at the sky as a soft breeze blew by, ruffling her mane slightly. She grinned and lowered her muzzle to the ground to clip some grass she could chew on.
She calmly watched the world through her deep brown eyes and then seemed to look at nothing as she remembered how she got there. No humans ever wanted to keep her because it seemed like she couldn't be tamed. She snorted and shook her head as she remembered finding the bridge that lead her to this island. She began to walk slowly as she remembered that she didn't know a single horse on the island. She could only hope to meet another soon, perhaps one that would offer her a place to stay and a herd to stay with. She smiled at the thought, but assumed it was unlikely and decided that she could just settle with making a new friend today.
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Post by Pyramid Head on Mar 30, 2008 13:27:46 GMT -8
His four beat trot was, as usual, perfect. Not a stumble or an step off-beat. His ebon mane rippled in the wind alongside his tail. His hide shone, it looked like they had been made using the night as paint. His nostrils were set wide to provide his body with the necessary oxygen to perform the task the brain commanded. His eyes, the color of indigo, were bright. His feathered hooves were lifted high and proudly, and made a loud thud when they impacted on the soil. He was close to perfection, and everything that made imperfect annoyed him. Individual hairs in his tail, not bowing gracefully to the wind, but standing up like the hairs on a coarse brush; the sweat that was beginning to form on his flanks, the wind that was blowing hair into his eyes, causing his to blink too often. No, to him this moment was as far from perfection as if he had been limping in a field full of mud. Finally, he gave up the effort and slowed down to an energetic walk. He had no idea where he was going, but everywhere was better than where he came from. The last place he had traveled trough had been populated by a bunch of merry-go-round like equines, with smiles plastered on their faces every time of the day and so much love and snuggles it seemed to thicken the air. It had been a very disturbing place and he had spent the better part of the week trying to get as many miles as he could between him and that place. Even thinking about that place made him shudder. How could they live their lives so carelessly and full of make-believe? But for them, it had been close to perfection and that he could appreciate. If you don’t live to aim for perfection; why live at all?
Finally he arrived somewhere, though where he could scarcely know. He was new to these lands, but the directions he had been given had led him to this place. He looked around; the sun was starting to set behind the mountains, giving a very dark hue to the collapsed mountain, which now formed a basin. He made a mental note to visit that place on a later occasion. For the rest, he saw patches of green and a muddy fields. Not exactly the paradise the legends had promised. Continuing onwards, grass gradually began to grow around him and flowers were trying to expose themselves to sunlight. This looked more like the promised beauty and peace. When he finally reached the river, it looked like all of the life these lands had once had, was now concentrated in this small retreat from the dull mud. He carefully tasted the water; it was fresh and clean. Resting for the first time in days, his muscles began to ache and stiffen. He cursed silently; another imperfection of the equine body.
He tried to ignore the other one that walked in the vicinity; but found it impossible to quell his curiosity. Are you a familiar here? Pyramid watched the equine carefully; his beautiful colored bod was sure to attract some attention, though the indigo eyes contrasted greatly with it. Another imperfection. According to Pyramid, everything should contrast and complement each other perfectly at the same time. He snorted and added to his question. If so, could you tell me the name of these lands? |
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Post by Sea Goddess Calypso on Mar 30, 2008 14:55:20 GMT -8
The sound of another horse's hoof beats captured Calypso's attention. Her head raised and her eyes fell on a black stallion. She watched curiously as he slowed his gait and then stopped for a drink. She wanted to go over and greet him, but she was feeling shy and it seemed like there was something about the stallion that kept her from approaching just yet.
When he addressed her, she looked over to him, meeting his indigo eyes with her brown ones and looking away. "I'm sorry, but I'm new here as well," she asnwered, shrugging slightly. Her expression grew curious as she watched the dark pelted male. "What's your name?" she asked suddenly, tilting her head a bit to the side. "I'm Sea Goddess Calypso, but you can just call me Calypso if you wanna," she said with a smile. She seemed proud of her name and she was; she thought it was pretty. She shifted her weight from side to side as she waited for his response.
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Post by Pyramid Head on Mar 30, 2008 16:05:38 GMT -8
Hello. Good morning. How’ve you been?
Trivial questions asked far too often. Why would you want to know how someone else is doing? What’s the point of knowing that? It’s trivial, superfluous, unimportant. To Pyramid, only one thing is important. Perfection. It’s what he lives for; and though he knows he will never achieve it, he has to at least try. Nobody knows why he has taken it as his quest, but it probably has something to do with his mother. Nothing he ever did was good enough for her; she believed he was the devil incarnate. Again, nobody knows what made the gentle mare crazy like that, but Pyramid had to put up with her exorcism methods, most of them revolving around making him hurt more than you would ever believe possible – She would pound him as close to death as she could, without actually killing him; or slice him open with her teeth until he nearly bled to death. But she always knew when to stop, she never killed him. And that probably hurt him more than anything else. How could she stand hurting him so badly, but not kill him? Why wouldn’t she finally give him the peace and quiet of death? After all, wasn’t the first thing she said to him “Die”? In later years he took that statement as his name, caring what he thought to be his heritage proudly.
One day she had decided to kill him, as there seemed to be no ‘cure’. She left him in a dark land, to be killed by some wandering murderer. She had done this many times before, and by then Pyramid wanted to die. Anything was better than living. He remembered what happened next as if it happened yesterday…
-- The small black colt limped around in the mud; it was clear that he had suffered much in his short life. His coat was coarse and dirty; he was underfed and half healed scars covered his entire body. The few equines that passed by circled largely around him, fearing for a disease or simple a touch of this filthy creature. All but one. He was a big, proud stallion, and though there was not much kindness in his heart, he could not stand seeing this small colt like that. He approached the shuddering heap quietly and his deep baritone rung reassuringly “What’s your name?”. Pyramid quickly lifted his small head and instead of fear, there was a pleading look in his eyes. “Please kill me…” he whispered. The stallion, taken aback, snorted. “Why would you want to die? You have a long life ahead of you!” Pyramid answered quietly, yet surprisingly confident: “That’s what I’m afraid of.” The stallion shook his mighty head and told him “Come, I will take care of you.” And Pyramid got up and followed the stallion back to his home. –-
Pyramid shook his head, as if to shake away the memory. He owed the stallion his life, but he still couldn’t decide if he was grateful or not. Things would have been so much simpler if he would have died that day… He had never seen his mother again after she dropped him off in those lands. He had never had the courage to face her… Only one thing bothered him, he had never learned the name of the stag that had taken him away from the daily torture. He had avoided him until he had been strong enough to survive on his own, and then fled the lands to find some kind of peace. It was what had brought him here. Pyramid Head. You will only refer to me as Pyramid. He spoke with cold tones.
It’s a nice name… His voice was as bereft of emotion as ever, nothing in his tone suggested true caring for the name. |
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Post by Sea Goddess Calypso on Mar 30, 2008 18:07:27 GMT -8
Calypso snorted softly when he spoke his name and bit back a retort at his command of calling him Pyramid only. He probably didn't mean it like that, she thought to soothe herself and then nodded with a small smile. "Thank you. Do you really like it?" she asked. She heard about stallions that would woo a mare with false compliments just to get them into his herd. She wasn't necessarily jumping to the conclusion that he was like that, but it always payed to be safe.
Her tail swished once behind her as she gazed at the black stallion. She wondered how many questions she would be able to ask before he got annoyed. After all, just from the few sentences he spoke, he didn't seem to be very friendly and Calypso didn't want to push her luck if he turned out to be violent as well. "So Pyramid," she begun, "do you have a home near here?" she asked. She hadn't got a chance to explore the surrounding area and wasn't sure if there were even lands suitable for a horse to live so she hoped she wasn't asking a stupid question. She had seen a few other horses around, but not enough to really suggest that the place was livable. She shook her head to pull herself from her daydreaming and glanced back at Pyramid curiously, waiting for his answer.
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Post by Pyramid Head on May 11, 2008 13:50:33 GMT -8
Wooing a mare wasn't what he did. If they joined, they joined, if they didn't then he didn't need them. The only time wooing came was mating season. Like every stallion, he wanted his blood line to continue in numerous offspring. "It's sarcasm, sweetheart. I cannot even stand my own name." This stud's vocals were naturally laced with anger and hate. Not once did he try to show that he cared about something. The mates he had would get fed up with how much his heart never let them stain it with their 'love'.
The only time he was violent was towards other stag's. It was rare for him to get into a fight with a mare. He was just rude towards females, that was about it. Hearing his name, ebon ears picked up what she was about to ask him. "Yes. Labyrinth. It's over in the forest." Oh how proud he was of himself when he claimed his land. This was the first time he held claim over a terra that was his. It didn't belong to another buck that he wanted to challenge just so he could rule over a bunch of fea's and stallion's.
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Post by Sea Goddess Calypso on May 16, 2008 7:21:05 GMT -8
A soft snort sounded from Calypso's nostrils and she narrowed her eyes when he said that it was sarcasm. She lifted her head like the proud Arabian she was and looked at him. Even standing up as tall as she could, she couldn't quite match his stature. "Labyrinth, huh?" she mused, looking around and then back to the black stallion.
"Interesting name. You come up with that yourself?" she asked smoothly with just a small sharp edge as she tried to keep her normal fiestiness out of her voice. She wondered about the number of mares already in the herd. She'd seen that most stallions collected mare's slowly, but this one just seemed to be focused on getting a large herd as quickly as possible. She sighed softly at the mental picture of many other horses milling about in the forest. But who knows, maybe her thoughts were wrong.
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