coraline
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Post by coraline on Sept 22, 2013 18:32:34 GMT -5
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Ankou
Falling Inside The Black,
My words.
My thoughts.
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[/i] The bright sun barely broke through thick black clouds. The large contrast of light and dark scattered the world in calico like colors. One moment the world was bright and shiny and the next the world was painted in gloom. These sharp changes added a strange beauty to the land. But of course the skeletal corpse that was making his way through the land was unable to appreciate the sight of such a place, his shinning green gaze not blessed with actual sight. The creature was only able to tell the change of scenery by the fact that when the sun shone down on his ebony form his coat sucked in the heat, warming him through his thick coat; when the sun was covered by the thick grey clouds the beast felt a slight chill run through his bones, his feathers rustling at his side to throw warmth over himself. The beast was far more comfortable in the grace of the sun and so he moved his way along the flat land, dancing along the gloom and hurrying into the sun. He was surely a silly sight on the eyes, his massive form scurrying from one patch of sun to the other, but he did not mind. Not many equines would choose to look at him anyway, now would surely be no different. Ankou slowly made his strange dance across the land, taking in the many scents that came to his bone maw hoping to catch the smell of water. His throat burned with thirst. He had used his voice far more than he had in many years. In the previous hours the beast had made himself known to the lead of this land, looking to enter it and make it his home. Ever since he was thrust into this land where the Gods so hated him the brute had never had a place where he could stay, where he was accepted as one of the ‘family’. But here he was, in a herd that the lead seemed willing to let him stay. No more would he be the Wanderer, The Grim Reaper. He would be Ankou, the member of the Thalmic Clan. He would have somewhere that he belonged. But to get there the beast had to use his voice, speak to the lead and give him his reasons for wishing to join. This was why he was so thirsty; it had been long since he used his voice so much. Weeks ago he had spoken to that mare, the one who had made him feel so alive, so happy. But she had run from him in terror, like many before her had. And from that moment until the hours before the beast had once more plunged into a gloomy silence. Ankou shook his head wildly, no need to think these saddening thoughts now. He should be happy. He could quite possibly have a home here. The past was behind him, he would be happy now, he was sure of it. So, throwing these thoughts from his mind the creature made his way over the land, searching for the scent of water. The flavor of rain in the air somewhat threw the creature’s sense of direction off a bit, but in a slow motion the creature made his way to one of the many small ponds that were spotted across the land. The beast dipped his bone face into the cool liquid, slurping it down his throat. Savoring the sweet sensation that came with it. Once he was finished Ankou allowed his large wings to stretch out besides himself, making himself comfortable. The beast hummed to himself happily, his head held high against the slight breeze. His banners trailing behind him calmly. It was perfect here in this moment, he was happy. And yet it was not complete. There was a part of him that was missing, a part that run from him those few weeks ago. And without it he was lost. Slipping Through The Cracks. [/blockquote][/color][/size] [/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by ♛ Dova Soupi on Sept 25, 2013 14:55:06 GMT -5
judge anderson and you've just had some kind of mushroom [/color][/b][/i][/size] actions speech thoughts other These days were her favorite. It wasn't too hot, and it wasn't too cold, and the rolling, fluffy clouds reminded her of Wales, threatening to pour down upon them but never doing so. Anderson was confidant she'd chosen well when deciding on a home, surely. It was open here, without the clutter of those tropical woods and their exotic, overpowering smells. A prairie without the dangers or bogs or sink pools, but only hosting small lakes and ponds with fresh water to sooth an aching throat. Even the grasses seemed less exotic, a true saturated green, rather than vibrant, stark, and stiff. Gray clouds hung overhead, throwing down their shadows upon her sleek rich sepia pelt. Crania lifted from grazing, but just barely, her chin still brushed by the taller blades of vegetation.
Azure eyes cast themselves across the beautiful landscape, enjoying the English-like view a moment, before the song of a toucan abruptly distorted her false reality. One could dream, yes? It was still picturesque, mind you. A small collection of water nestled in a dip in the hills, neslted along the edges were faint water flowers - there were even a few pads and lilies, though scarce. The sun reflected brightly off its ripples when the wind saw it fit to distrub the mirror surface, but fell dark as soon as the clouds drew near. It was an enticing sight - one never how thirsty they were from eating until they looked upon water, afterall. Briefly the mare debated making the voyage towards it, entertaining the idea of a quick canter. That was, until another figure peaked over the hill and came down towards the water. It was a dark figure, sprouted with wings and other extreminites, all of it monochromatic in color. Limbs were large, powerful, and the beast obviously stood tall. It was a familiar face, and Anderson soon found herself bemused.
There was no mistaking it - it was that young gentlemen she had met, that Ankou fella, who had helped her from the swamp. Long had the days of her limp passed, and now she was able to manuever without pain. However, she had been horrible to him - she'd ran once spooked by some strange conjuring of power. Hers? She hadn't somehow done
it again. His? It seemed the only logical explanation. And the mare felt guilty. After the stud had explained his fear of others leaving him for his odious appearance, here she had stayed until something new - for the both of them - had caught her off guard. She'd scolded and scoffed at herself, reamed her own failures until finally she went back to see if he was still there - but he had moved on, and the winds did not aid in her senses of
locating him. If there was anyone she would ever wish to apologize to, it would be this soul. Why not now?
Somehow he'd found himself in Thalmic, and it was perfect. Some higher power - whether it be her God or their gods, had delivered him here for her convienence, so that she may set things right. Without further thought, the mare hopped into a quick canter, her footfalls failing in power in comparison to his own lumbering strides, though it brought her up not in an urgent hurry, but a leisurely pace. Approaching the pool, Anderson transitioned gracefully from third gate, to a trot, and then a halt at the water's edge. Here, she lowered her head to sip graciously at the water a moment - though she had no idea why she was postponing, before raising it up again, watching the beast intensely, while diamond droplets fell from her pink lips.
"Hello, Ankou. How are you today?"
The Brit accent betrayed her person, and made it obvious to whom was regarding him. Adjusting herself so that she stood at attention and square, she rose her head, and conveyed a small grin, despite the buck not having the graces to see it.
s t a t u s :: complete
w o r d s :: 550
t a g s :: ankou (coraline)
o o c :: omg long wait -shot-
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Post by coraline on Oct 4, 2013 19:52:33 GMT -5
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Ankou
Falling Inside The Black,
My words.
My thoughts.
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[/i] A soft breeze graced the beast’s form. It fluttered his mangled feathers, bounced around his barrel from the gaping wound massacring it, chimed around his open skull. The feeling was welcomed by the beast, his heavy form growing quite warm from his walk across the land. If he had eyes they would be closed in contentment. He was truly happy in this one moment. The scenery was completely quite, except for the few birds that braved their song around his gruesome self. The sun beat down happily against his ebony coat. The soft grass tickled his thick feathers on his pillars. It wasn’t just the beautiful scenery that caused Ankou to be this ecstatic, an emotion that he would hardly ever use to describe himself. The fact that this place was where the monster believed he would soon be able to call home elated him. Along the breeze came a shock from his past that instantly removed whatever grace that had shown on his form. His wings slumped, his neck sloped down to the ground, his ears pinning straight back to his showing skull. It was a scent that wafted towards his bone nostrils, one that he had imagined coming to him many a times. It was a memory, one that had haunted his mind for the many hours since he was left alone in that wide marsh. He had imagined it countless times, prayed that the source of it would come swaying towards him, gracing him with her presence once more. Of course the mare was never there, it was only useless wishing. She had run from him, she was just as everyone else was. It was ridiculous for the beast to believe that someone could actually wish to stay with him. He was the Grim Reaper; death never attracted beings who stayed. They faded away like ghosts, leaving him in the gloom of solitude. The creature shook his frame wildly, trying to rid his thoughts of the scent. But it lingered, as if her form had traveled with him to this new land. But the only part of her was what was left in his mind, in his haunted dreams. As if he was truly locked in one of those many dreams that seemed to encompass the mare the memorized sound of her hoof beats raised to the creature’s pinned ears. The imagined sound bounced closer to the beast, seeming as if she was somehow coming for him. Ankou flinched away from the sound, hoping to startle away any lingering ghosts from him. He snorted lightly at the sound, trying to convince himself that nothing was really there. There was silence for some time and the beast was close to reclaiming his nerves, but then a bell like tone lifted into the air. He had never heard her speak to him before; maybe he was really going mad. It would surely match his looks. The insane monster that traipsed through the lands. The boy shot his head up at the words, his ears planted forward. They seemed so real, like the gods had suddenly smiled down upon him even more and decided to place her right here. With one massive stride the beast came closer to where the sound originated. His thick neck outstretched towards the ghostly form, expecting nothing to come from the movement. By some startling miracle the creature’s hot breath hit against a solid form, coming back to warm his bone muzzle. At one moment Ankou’s heart fluttered up into his throat. She was here, in the flesh. She was back with him. What he had been missing was now thrown back into his life, he was whole again. But his emotions suddenly dropped down to his stomach. She had left him, run from him in fear. She was afraid of him. She was surely only here to allow herself a clean conscious. Apologize to the grotesque creature for admitting how monstrous he was and then make away once more. She would leave him. She had not missed him. Who missed death? She did not long for his presence as he had for so many days. She did not dream of a form she had never even seen. He was not a part of her as she was him. Yet, the beast could not bring himself away from her. Her presence pulled him towards her like an electric magnet. He did not want to rip away that same piece of himself that had only just returned. A soft nicker escaped his skeletal teeth. All of his loss for her was trapped in that one whispered sound, his whole being wanted nothing more than to nuzzle her as he had weeks before. But he kept to himself, keeping his emotions at a somewhat low. ”Hello Miss Anderson. The day is a beautiful one and so how could I be gloomy?” Those words were a lie, his emotions had substantially lowered. Yet they had lifted all the while. The only emotion he could really hold on was being lost, lost without her and still lost with her here. Slipping Through The Cracks. [/blockquote][/color][/size] [/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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