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Post by ♛ Dova Soupi on Apr 5, 2013 11:31:20 GMT -5
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Salt air swept in on the dull breezes towards the in lands, covering the peaceful, wide prairie nestled at the croup of the volcano in its bittersweet luster. The faint song of birds echoed in the rainforests far, only adding to the serenity of the valley despite the impending danger that lingered near. The tall grasses swayed softly in the gales, enjoying the fresh salt air. Soft, pastel colored flowers littered the prairie in clusters, their soft hues muted further by the intense emeralds of the trees that lined the edges not two miles off. Here and there, iridescent-purple rock formations jutted from the grounds, though seemingly placed with precision to only amplify the dangerous valley's beauty. Small game rustled in the bush hither, and all was untroubled.
A single equine grazed in the valley at this time, and it wouldn't have been such a strange and odd sight had he appeared differently. Spikes, horns, and great, powerful wings adorned his being, a tail, not with dock and sweeping hair, but of lengthy scale and dorsal plume circled around the stalks of the long grasses, as if playing mindlessly with them. The black wings, darker on the dorsal than on the ventral (the inner a muted black, dark gray) were held aloft, half open, to cool the beast as he grazed in the beating sun. What would have been a mane stretched down the length of his back from pole to the near tip of his long, reptilian tail. Two horns, irregular and not straight, grooved with sections, sprouted from the defensive plates along his forehead and nasal region, begun with a small spike. Hooked jaws, not prehensile like the rest of his kind, struggled with reaping the stalks of foliage, but the sharp teeth within, that closed perfectly air-tight, did offer some assistance. The creatures entire hide remained almost as a natural dark dapple gray with intense star bursts of the monotone hues, legs fading to black. However, dark, almost black, plates adorned various regions of his body, as if physical protective armor, and strange, intricate cyan markings that faintly glowed (though could not be seen now due to the sunlight) writhed around his pistons and facade. If one looked closely enough, when his wings twitched and stretched, the same cyan markings became apparent in vein-like markings.
The creature looked overly dramatic, a cross between draconic and equine blood. Though, not a speck of impurity crossed this stallion's heritage. Without a care in the world he continued to graze, content with the silence of the world and lax atmosphere. His head only rose once a white hare came bounding by, not two yards away. Its ears and head peeked over the thick mid-section of the valley, his brown eyes scanning, seemingly spooked. It didn't seem to mind the grazing creature, as it chewed lazily on the green mash in his mug, golden-yellow eyes staring at the hare. He merely watched it sniff at the air, and check repeatedly behind itself, back towards the rainforests. This went on for a minute or two, at times the brujo snapping quietly at another stalk or two, a pink, forked tongue wrapping around the vegetation as to hold it in place. Though, he still just watched the hare... and the hare did not watch him. In a flash of a second, the stallion lurched forward, propelled by three-toed hinds (resembling again a dragon). His mighty jaws parted at an alarming breadth, and before the hare had time to react. Sharp teeth, faintly stained yellow, came crashing around the small mammals body, consuming its head and torso in its jaws. It struggled, squealing in panic and pain for a few brief seconds, before crack!. Nicodemus, as all horse's did, finished clamping his jaws together before the next release, severing one foreleg, and both hides from the hare's body, which fell with a thud to the ground. Several droplets of ruby blood sprinkled the otherwise pristine valley.
The monotones stallion ruffled his wings, stretching them before pulling them back to his frame, chewing on the meet once, twice, then swallowing. Nostrils flared as he lowered his head back for the rest, finding the forearm and slurping it up with his tongue, then continued to the forelegs. These bones proved more durable, and took several more iron strong crunches for them to go down safely. Once the rabbit was devoured and no trace was left save its lifeblood that splashed some of the stallion's legs and the grass it had been hiding. As if nothing had happened, the stallion then lazily turned away, walking without purpose, back to his original location, wings spreading once more, and continued to graze.
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Post by TimeLordNanc(: on Apr 19, 2013 19:20:48 GMT -5
jespen
The sun was warm on your face as you traveled upwards, a path along a hill of some sort. You were thankful for this, and to be honest you wished that you were on a beach instead of a small dirt trail that cut across the side of the Volcano. But your feet had no eyes, and neither did you, so you'd allowed them to take you where they may and learn from the new experiences. The ground below your feet was hard and dried, but this was a welcomed change after the storms that had nearly drowned every living creature in the past year. A light, barely audible clop was made with each step of your two-toed hooves, announcing your presence and also keeping you on track with where you were going. Being blind had it's hardships, but being born without sight was just as normal to you as being born with it. Not many could live without their most profound sense, but yet they took it for granted, just like you took being able to hear for granted. You were lucky to be born so blessed. You had no mental issues, no bad habits, and you could see, taste, smell, and hear and speak. Who needed sight when you had everything else?
Around you, your doe-like audits twitched from different directions. The birds sang, their melody sweet and charming, the furry mammals that lived in these woods scurried about on the forest floor, glad for the storms to be over and a new life with a new year. It was refreshing, and while you walked you couldn't help but smile. Life was fantastic, why would everyone complain? Weren't they alive, breathing? They might not have good health or any virtues to their character, but it was never too late to change that. If you weren't happy with yourself, then change, you mother had always told you. You took this advice into deep consideration, and later on when you'd decided that you liked who you were you'd stored it in the back of your mind for a later cause.
While walking, you completely zoned from reality and never heard the panicked squealing of a small animal. before you could notice that the air had suddenly gotten still, you smacked into a large body, one you figured was equine but wouldn't take a guess. Blushing, you backed away quickly before bowing apologetically, dull grey eyes shining in the sunlight.
"Excuse me sir! I'm so, so sorry... I, well, didn't see you..."
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Post by ♛ Dova Soupi on Apr 26, 2013 10:23:26 GMT -5
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♱ Everything had been going quite smoothly. Others were staying away from the dangerous location of the volcano, and thusly away from the dragons and other dangers that lurked there. Nicodemus had always wondered what a day without strays trespassing upon the most perilous of lands was like, and he supposed this was as close as one could get. Sure, he wasn't necessarily upon the molten rock with his golden eyes scanning for the lost and weary, but his nose was good and surely he could pick up on anyone who decided to come within the general area. Plus, he got to fill his belly to his heart's content, which was a rare event in itself.
♱ Grazing wasn't a luxury he enjoyed while up in the hot and dark peaks of the volcano. Lava flowers weren't necessarily for consumption here, at least, not to those that weren't desperate. And the dried grasses that spewed from the crags like bristling hair growing off the volcano were the least appetizing, with traces of charcoal in their taste. This fresh, Greenscome grass was welcomed in his aching stomach, more so than any crystalline water. And the rabbit? It too had been juicy and succulent, unlike the gamy lizards crawling around the heat rocks. Eyes closed, and a brief grin curled the ends of his extended mouth, and Nicodemus merely enjoyed his meal of greens and light meat, content with the fact that-
♱ He was suddenly pushed. The force wasn't enough to jolt him, though he did snap his head up and have to place his opposing hoof and foot out more to catch his swaying body, wings extending slightly to catch his balance in an instant reaction. A muttered, embarrassed voice spewed out apologizes quickly, and Nicodemus could only look at the pale, frail mare standing next to him, her silver eyes opaque without strong pupils. She couldn't see him? Nicodemus furrowed his brow, glancing at her eyes again. Their coloration mustn't have been some strange marking in her own right, but indeed true, blue blindness. Poor lass... Ears fell back, and Nicodemus stood tall. How in the world had she gotten all this way without having become someones meal? It was astounding. Though, luck like that never ran for very long. Unable to extend any verbal recongnition to the mare, Nicodemus could only stand there in silence, predatory eyes glancing from her to their surroundings and vice versa. A low sound resonated in his throat, attempting to pass some sort of communication, seeing as not only was he mute and it was a difficulty in itself, but she was now blind. A mute stallion and blind girl, what a strange combination of misfits.
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Post by TimeLordNanc(: on Apr 28, 2013 15:41:45 GMT -5
jespen
The air had grown warmer, now that you thought about it. It must have been the time of day, for it had taken you a rather long while to reach the point of your incident from the flat lands below. In your own eyes, you saw a pure, never ending white, nothing to blemish your view but the black shadow of a bush and the enormous shadow of what you thought was a dragon. Fear started to creep up your spine as you spotted a blurry outline of horns and wings. Though his image was faded and difficult to keep in focus, you had seen enough to cause you to back a couple more feet before hearing a deep grunt from the beast. For a moment, you stood completely frozen from confusion. Was he not going to attack you? Where was the fire, the teeth, the claws? A frown settled on your silky pink lips, and you stretched out your muzzle towards him, eyes squinting to keep his foggy black figure in focus. "Can you not speak?" You asked, fear now gone and replaced by curiosity. Though you didn't step forward, you weren't afraid of him... or, at least, not as much as you were before. You figured that since he was a dragon of some sorts, he couldn't verbalize with his own mouth and tongue. You felt sorry for him. But then, you remembered: he probably felt sorry for you, too.
"That's alright. I'm blind, so it's not like it's a big deal." Lie. How would you two communicate? It wasn't like you understood what his grunting meant, and then if he decided to attack you, how could you possibly see him charge? Flying was, for the most part, a quiet action. You flicked your large audits back in thought. "Can you tell me your name? If not, then that's okay. My name is Jespen. Not much of a name, really." You smiled kindly to the draconic horse and wondered how he would reply.
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Post by ♛ Dova Soupi on May 8, 2013 9:27:34 GMT -5
nicodemus everyone's pointing their fingers [/color][/b][/i][/size] actions speech thoughts other Like many before her, the mare backed several feet away, her pasty eyes wide with terror, her muscles clenching with anxiety. She was preparing for an attack, bracing herself to have her flesh ripped asunder from their very bone marrow. A small tug down on his lips and the dragon-like stallion was frowning at the new company he'd already manage to startle. Then again, she was blind... Perhaps she wasn't seeing him for what he truly was? "What was she seeing, then?" Cranium cocked, attempting to consider exactly what it was the mare was processing, though of course he'd never really know. Nicodemus' lack of communication skills were terrible enough as it were, last thing he needed was to come into contact with someone as handicapped as this poor girl. Dark slate wings withdrew as close to his form as possible, attempting to slim himself and appear more equine like, though his slender tail still flicked like some appendage belonging to a feline.
"Can you not speak?"
No, he wanted to say, obviously not. Those grunts, growls, and roars were as close to verbal conversation the stallion could muster, forever plagued with the tongue of a creature who would have nothing to do with him. He was different in both aspects; too ghastly for his own species, and too small in comparison to a species he mimicked. All the stag could do was stare at the frail mare as she investigated him, her terror long replaced with blind (ha) curiosity. Her muzzle stretched forward, nares flaring as she tried identifying his smell. Perhaps it would help her somehow? That surely was an idea to consider. Nicodemus extended his own muzzle to her, arching his body, and having to place a fore hoof out before him to compensate for balance. Side by side, one could see the refined, hairless soft tissue that composed lighter scales around the stallion's draconic muzzle, though his nostrils remained primarily equine-like. They flared themselves, sucking in her sweet, forest-ridden perfumes. On the inner of his nostrils the skin flared a dark cyan-like color rather than the typical fire engine red, something surely that would have impressed the girl had she been able to actually see it.
"That's alright. I'm blind, so it's not like it's a big deal. Can you tell me your name? If not, then that's okay. My name is Jespen. Not much of a name, really."
Damn. Of course, this was the typical conversation that occured between comrades, why would he consider the ideal she'd stray anywhere else? Audits fell back, hiding behind his the curvature of his horns and burying themselves in the ebony scruff of mane that still lingered on his form. Though, the girl was extremely ambitious for someone who couldn't see. For all she knew, she was talking with a Fenrir wolf that was just cackling at her as she stood there dumbly making idle conversation. Another frown tugged further at his elongated mouth, and he could but shake is head in pity at her. Well... he supposed that he could at least try. If she was so alright with making a fool of herself by walking right into people, surely he could embarrass himself with his irregular speech impediment.
"Gggrrrrraaaa... Gra... Vraaaah..... rrrrr. Gravraaaahlurk.... vrithhh..
Gaafvahlokvith? What in the Divine's names was that? The stallion threw his head aside in mild frustration, though the poison faded with the action quickly. If it was one thing he was thankful for during all the hardships with his life was that they had at least blessed him with patience and an easily quaffed temper (well, at least with himself). A low purr followed, a trail of his attempted speech. Hooves shuffled below him, squaring himself once more and correcting his footing. With his wings wrapped around his body, the darkness of his pelt sapped all the warmth from the air around them, creating a stifling inner temperature on the brute that was just breaching uncomfortable. Though, this light toned mare wouldn't nearly feel the heat as he did, and he stood without complaint before her, terribly curious about what she had grasped from his pathetic attempt at sharing his name. How was she supposed to get Nicodemus out of that?
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Post by TimeLordNanc(: on May 8, 2013 21:26:20 GMT -5
jespen
You watched his blurred black figure against a stark white background. He appeared to be pulling whatever was attached to him closer, as if forcing himself to take up less room. Now that he had, though, he seemed more equine than before, and you figured that he was born with those appendages just as you'd been born blind. Not to mention his muteness, which made communication a tad bit harder, but you were determined to have a conversation with him even if it meant standing there until twilight! While you muzzle was reached out, you felt his brush against it. The soft, sensitive pink skin grazed something rough and reptile-like, not fleshy and smooth like you'd felt on your mother's muzzle. This was odd to you, but you didn't say anything. It wasn't like the poor boy could help being born the way he had. You took two more steps closer, now close enough for you to touch his shoulder, though you refrained from the idea. He's probably weirded out by me already, I should give him more reason, you thought to yourself thoughtfully, and gave him the biggest smile you could muster. Of course, you hadn't seen his ear fly back, but you did see his head slightly shake and you wondered what it meant.
A minute later, you were hearing some sort of white noise that sounded draconic. But your face remained emotionless as he tried to answer your question, and you instantly felt bad for asking. When he finished, you frowned and stepped closer, nudging him softly with your nose.
"It's okay. I'll figure it out one day. For now, I'm going to call you Dragon. Is that alright? Because you sound like a dragon. Which I think is totally cool." You smiled a petite smile, slightly shy of what came from your mouth. Before you knew, you were rambling on again about nothing.
"I was born blind, so I've never seen anything. Others tell me what I look like, but what they tell me, I've never seen before, so how am I supposed to know if I'm pretty or ugly? I mean, it's okay if I'm ugly, but gosh I surely hope I'm not. It's not like anyone would want to look after a blind girl anyway. It's a handicap, and most others don't want anything to do with me because they think I'll slow them down. And then they feel sorry for me. I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself. I've lived my entire life without sight, and I'm not dead yet. But noooo, they just have to think I'm a buzzkill. And that's okay. I don't need friends like that. I'm fine by myself. Though I wish there was someone special, someone I can tell all of my secrets to, and they'd listen. Because I don't actually know if anyone is listening when I talk. I just reply on assumption." You sighed, voice cracking near the end of you rant, but before he could see your expression you turned and gave him a dull smile. "Sorry for ranting. I never meant to jump on you like this. I understand if you want me to leave." And you took a slow step away, part of you hoping he'd let you go, but the other half praying he wouldn't.
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Post by ♛ Dova Soupi on May 9, 2013 13:14:02 GMT -5
nicodemus everyone's pointing their fingers [/color][/b][/i][/size] actions speech thoughts other All he could do now was watch her, and observe her like he had the rabbit. Take in her every feature, gauge her anxiety and other emotions, and sit back and wait until he could possibly do something to ease the conversation onward. Atmos released from his nostrils, Nicodemus unaware he had been holding in his breath the last few seconds. It released in a choked puff, nostrils flaring cyan once more as he returned to a more regulated breathing schedule. Jespen didn't seem nearly as confused nor afraid as she had been. It seemed that gears were slowly picking up that he wasn't necessarily normal either, and had his own versions of handicaps that kept him from idle company. And yet, there he stood, attempting to suck in all of his frightening features for the frail, petite thing so he did not scare her. This was no place to be running blindly in fear, no pun intended. Briefly, his head swung around and he glanced to the mighty volcano, golden eyes scanning its ash ridden sky and peaks for any immediate signs of danger. Luckily, it seemed that all of the volcano's predators had chosen to vacate the area all at the same time. For now, at least.
"It's okay. I'll figure it out one day. For now, I'm going to call you Dragon. Is that alright? Because you sound like a dragon. Which I think is totally cool."
The smile on her face was contagious, and Nicodemus could only shake his head in bemusement at the girl and her bubbly personality. He supposed "Dragon" was alright. It was more accurate than she could have possibly assumed. Spreading his wings, this time with care, he allowed the phalanges to stretch, having been uncomfortably pinned to his sides. Now that she presumed him not a threat, he didn't feel the need to mask himself in attempts to appear normal in her unknown, unseeing world. Instantly the heat dissipated from his core, and alleviated the rising temperatures of his body. As his own body balanced itself out, harks flicked forward, and his facade returned to the girl as she began to speak once more.
"I was born blind, so I've never seen anything. Others tell me what I look like, but what they tell me, I've never seen before, so how am I supposed to know if I'm pretty or ugly? I mean, it's okay if I'm ugly, but gosh I surely hope I'm not. It's not like anyone would want to look after a blind girl anyway. It's a handicap, and most others don't want anything to do with me because they think I'll slow them down. And then they feel sorry for me. I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself. I've lived my entire life without sight, and I'm not dead yet. But noooo, they just have to think I'm a buzzkill. And that's okay. I don't need friends like that. I'm fine by myself. Though I wish there was someone special, someone I can tell all of my secrets to, and they'd listen. Because I don't actually know if anyone is listening when I talk. I just reply on assumption."
All the stallion could do was listen, harks intently swiveling atop his dial as she spilled her life story to him. Some of her ramblings were discontented and didn't quite fit, but when did rants every quite make one hundred percent sense? Whatever her troubles may be, she was throwing them all out onto the table before him, tossing aside any need for a poker face. Her expressions changed rapidly as did her tone, though Nicodemus didn't make a motion as to confront her whilst she spilled her boiling unfortunates.
"Sorry for ranting. I never meant to jump on you like this. I understand if you want me to leave."
Quickly the innocence and naivety of her personality dulled down, and she took several steps back as if disheartened by something he'd said or done. Golden eyes searched her, watching the twitch of her muscles with each step, before bouncing back to the dismal, forced smile on her face. Obviously she didn't want to leave, though she was prepared to do so, as if she'd had faced this similar situation many a time before. Where was she supposed to go? There wasn't anything safe around here for her. Nicodemus gave another glance around the prairie, confirming they were still the only ones present, before doing the same once more on the ever close Volcano behind them (well, before Jespen). The rocky crags littered the tall grasses they were so close, and had she taken a notice, the ground was slowly elevating to compensate for the rising mount. Perhaps this wasn't the place to be after all, and it was just Nicodemus' job to guide such wayward traveler's from this terrible place. Why not this young thing?
Hooved fores began his walk, and then his toed hinds took up the propulsion. Massive wings spread, and covered the girls face from the stark sunlight. Standing shoulder-to-shoulder (there there was distance between them compensating for the wing), Nicodemus snorted several times, before producing throaty grunts that were an attempt at nickers. They were gravelling and far from what he attempted to achieve, but he suppose it was decent enough. He gestured with his head several times, large, sweeping motions where his muzzle swung down, back up, and thrust his neck out as far as possible before repeating, hoping that she could somehow understand him.
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Post by TimeLordNanc(: on Jun 14, 2013 11:53:40 GMT -5
jespen
Through your own black and white world, you felt that the stallion had listened to your ranting without accusations of your open-book life. It was a welcome change of company, much better than those who would walk off during your speeches and giggle like they were some grand masters at sneaking. You hoped that they knew that your senses (besides sight) were heightened, and you could feel them walking away. The Dragon stood still while listening, or you were assuming that he was listening, which made you feel appreciative and a little bit closer to the one who had no speech.
You had just backed a few steps and were turning, eyes staring straight ahead but seeing few close brush and grasses as black shadows on a white, endless world. It was enough to go on, and you walked forward, trusting your own two-toed hooves to guide you. You dipped your head in slight shame, silver horn aimed towards the ground like a weapon, though you'd never use it as such. You still remembered the first time you'd discovered it. You had been frolicking, as always, out of the forest boundaries when you'd tripped and head-dove straight into the ground. You'd tried getting up and only got as far as your body, but your head was screwed into the ground the your hard fully grown horn. After an hour or so of trying to push yourself from the ground, you'd given up and called for your pretend mommy, who wasn't too happy about the situation and had scolded you a tad too harsh. But whatever, you were sure that she was just really worried for your health and well being.
Taking a step forward and losing a little bit of hope that he'd stop you, your dainty hoof caught a rock and you jolted forward, catching yourself just before landing in a heap of the ground. "Oh, um, sorry...." You said softly, vocals soft and embarrassed, cheeks growing hot in an invisible blush. You tossed your head down to your chest, too mortified to stop, cream-colored forelock falling straight but doing nothing to shield your eyes from the sun. Though you couldn't see it, the feeling on your unblinking grey cesspools wasn't very comfortable. Finding shelter from the cold and the sun would be your first priority.
Suddenly, the feeling vanished and your world turned black. Gasping sharply, you dug your toed hooves into the ground and stopped, looking over at what it might have been. You saw the stallion beside you, his grunts and snorts only creating confusion. He thrust his head about, and you watched, expression quizzical, until it hit you. Oh. You smiled sheepishly and gave him a small nod. "Uh, sure. Thanks."
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