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Post by TimeLordNanc(: on Feb 27, 2013 17:50:30 GMT -5
MR. DARCY
Aeon.
Ew.
Recently, you had discovered the name of this retched place. Aeon. It wouldn't even roll from your tongue correctly- it certainly was not named by anyone English. So here you were, wandering further and further from the Southern areas and closer and closer to a land that you still did not know existed, still practicing this new word, trying to perfect it as much as you could.
So far, you'd seen only things that were true in fairy tales. These... creatures, they were nothing normal, not in your books. They had wings, horns, and you'd heard rumors of one having eight legs. It blew your mind, and you hated it, hates this Aeon hated this life you were living. You'd take the death of your family ten times over just to live back on earth- that is how bad you'd had it since arriving. No one had been kind to you, not even in the least. They had only been civil, and some rather snappy. What, did the air around here suck the manners from these horses? Nearly all had been rude and careless, especially about their appearance. Mud splattered bodies with messy, tangled tresses were not attractive, and you didn't who had given them fashion advice but you longed to meet the fellow so you could pound his face in a few times.
The day was rather sunny for the season, not very rainy and the sunlight warmer than usual. Though the ground was muddy, you took extra care to step around puddles and walk at a slower pace so that you didn't dirty your inky black feathers. Mud was your worst enemy at the moment, and you glared down to the ground in disgust. Only fools had no care of their appearance, and many here didn't, which never failed to ruffle your feathers. You rolled your bright baby blues. This place was insane.
Before you knew it, you had come to a huge building that seemed to have been built by the two-leggers. It was beautiful architecture, but you had no interest in it. You just wanted out of the mud and a safe place to rest.
You peered into the archway and walked into the hall slowly, in case the entrance was booby-tapped. Light poured into the walkway in shafts from the unbarred windows that were placed along the wall, and though it was plenty light to see in your eyes were just starting to adjust. Only a few moments after wandering in, another doorway appeared and you turned, expecting to arrive into some kind of room, but you were greeted with yet another hallway and another door, which led you to two more doors, of which you chose the left. Through the maze you went, curious and confused. What was this place? Would you ever get out? Was anyone else here?
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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2013 19:41:16 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=background,http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n87/Bai_MeiEr/tables/gri-02-02.png,true][atrb=style, background-image:url('http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n87/Bai_MeiEr/tables/gri-02-03.png'); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:bottom; padding:0px 70px 0px 70px; text-align:justify;]» She had no idea how she'd ended up here. Alright, so that wasn't strictly true - she could recall the train of events that led her to this place, and she was well aware of her motivations for doing so. She'd just been curious, impossibly hungry to know more about this city that had sprung up overnight, and so she'd taken it upon herself to go exploring when it had promised to be a quiet, uneventful day in Selisona. But try though she might, she couldn't quite think up a practical, clearly beneficial reason to be here, no real concrete way that this exploring would benefit her or her interests. So for all intents and purposes, there was no reason for ending up here in this - almost literally - godforsaken place, asides from being bored and curious, which was hardly a satisfactory explanation. But here she was all the same, in the heart of this place they called Babylon, and standing before a rather impressive-looking stone building with high walls and innumerable archways, windows, and balconies.
» Peering up at the walls of the Temple, the mare paused for a moment, debating whether or not to go inside. It clearly had not been constructed by anything even remotely equine, and most definitely not designed for quadrupedal, roaming creatures such as themselves. They were built to run in wide-open grassy plains, not confined in stone walls. So who and what had built this place, and what lay within? Unfamiliar though she might be with buildings and rooms, Grimoire could think of only one reason why such impenetrable walls might be erected - if something of value was concealed and protected within. A snort blew out from her nostrils, and she paced restlessly for a few moments, hooves striking hollow sounds from the hard stone and silken tail swishing back and forth uneasily as she weighed her options. This place had been deserted for what looked like ages; there most certainly wasn't anyone guarding anything anymore, if indeed there had even been something of value here at all. Hell, it could be empty with nothing to find, for all she knew. But on the off chance that it wasn't...
» Ah, hell. There was no justifying it with her usual beloved logic, she just wanted to see what the hell was inside these damn walls. And so with a decisive step she strode inside, steeling herself for whatever insanity she might find. At first it was only strange shapes shrouded in partial darkness, the numerous windows opened wide but the sunlight weak from filtering through overcast rain clouds. As her eyes adjusted to the gloom, however, what she discovered was nothing short of fascinating - hallways, arches, gold and marble floors and pillars decorated with obscure and partially-destroyed carvings. Intrigued, the dappled mare made her way deeper and deeper into the heart of the temple, following only her ever-insatiable curiosity through mysterious doorways and halls.
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Post by TimeLordNanc(: on Mar 14, 2013 21:43:33 GMT -5
MR. DARCY
The walls around you were covered in carvings of the two-leggards, brandishing sharp knives and appearing angry at one another. A war, perhaps? You twisted your head around, peering behind you at the many doors that had lead you to a dead-end, a small room with a low shelf, only decorated by a single vase that had odd symbols painted on it's exterior. It had a single shard missing, which could be found by the door laying in crumbles. You cocked your head and a brow rose, curiosity overwhelming. A shake of the head signaled your decision to go back to the entrance, and you turned to leave. Once you walked through the small archway that once had hinges and a door, you peered closely at the long hallway with many other doors in the walls leading to and fro. Though your hooves had been muddy when you'd arrived, they hadn't tracked inside the premises, and so you had no way to tell where you had already been. An agitated sigh rose to your lips, but you pursed them and held it inside instead. Where were you? What was this place? Who lived here? The questions clouded your mind and made it very difficult to focus on your objective: Getting out.
You carried on, gait smooth but footing heavy, rumbling the walls as you made your way past every door, peering inside to check for something that looked familiar. So far you'd only been able to find one door that you knew from before, and upon entering another hallway you'd completely lost your way. By now your ears were pinned against your skull, invisible from sight as you gritted your teeth, furious at yourself for even venturing into the stupid place. Though many emotions raged on the inside - anger, melancholy, and the slight tinge of hatred- your expression was flawless in disguise, completely and utterly placed upon your face by habit. When anger strikes, you poker faced. It was simple, really, to paste it onto your features as if you'd been born with it. But alas, you were not, and it had taken many years to perfect.
And indeed, it was perfect. Flawless, simple, smooth.
Your bright blue eyes weren't dulled by the change in your atmosphere, however, and they remained sparkling and curious wherever you glanced. The world around was amazing, completely overwhelming, and also infuriating. How did anyone survive in this place? It was so easy to get lost.
But maybe that was the point?
If so, why? What had happened here that one would create a shelter so crossed? It was interesting to think about, and you thought about this until a glint of color caught your eye.
You had just passed the doorway leading to a long hallway when you saw her. Her pelt, a rich dapple gray, was admittedly pretty, but you didn't judge before you met. It was awkward, however, because she walked with such an air as to make one seem small and insignificant.
It resembled yours nearly perfectly.
You took in a deep breath and stepped into the hallway.
"You there!" You called out to her, voice irresistibly masculine and deep. Your large head rose and you peered down your face at the mare. "Who are you, and why are you here?" You didn't want small talk- you wanted to get down to business.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2013 20:34:57 GMT -5
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» Of course, no such luck. Her gaze fixed itself onto the hulking form of a giant Shire horse, monstrously big, even more so than Jean-Paul. Just that fact alone caused her mood to sour just a little bit more - why did every stallion she ran into have to be such an enormous beast?! Grimoire wasn't particularly concerned about being smaller than most horses here - she was quicker and more nimble, anyways - but it was nevertheless awkward having to crane her neck to stare up into the face of a horse who was a full sixteen inches taller than her. Hell, just his head was practically twice the size of her own, and triple its mass. Despite the gaping difference in stature, however, she gazed back at him with a confident, almost brazen attitude, sizing him up without flinching or backing down. "You're not from around here, are you?" she remarked almost indifferently, just a twinge of disappointment coloring her tones. If he was from Aeon like herself and just as lost as she was, then there went all hope of learning more about this blasted temple. "I could ask just the same of you, you know," she went on saying, giving him a pointed look from one violet optic. "It's really bad manners to burst in demanding answers like that if the other party isn't intruding. But since you asked so nicely, I'm Grimoire Heart of Selisona, and I'm just here exploring." A sarcastic grin curled her lip as she spoke, and she offered him a brief mock sweeping bow, the ends of her iridescent tresses sweeping the floor as she bent her elegant crown to her knee. When she straightened again, she flipped her forelock with a brisk toss of her head, just for extra nonchalance on the side. "Hope I'm not infringing on your territory, my good sir. And you would be...?"
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Post by TimeLordNanc(: on Apr 7, 2013 20:22:58 GMT -5
MR. DARCY
You peered down at her, massive body blocking the long hallway but not enough to corner her in. You weren't here to intimidate, nor did you want to play games and flirt like a love-struck colt. You knew that the prettiest of roses had the sharpest thorns, though it had been a while since you'd been cut by one. Your sister rose to thought, her lovely ebon features as soft as the morning mist, but turning sharp as stone if something was said against her. She took her place in royalty seriously, more so than you did. But of course it wasn't until you lost all of your baby fat did you realize the importance of government and control. You missed the authority you once had so bad you nearly lowered your head in shame, the only thing keeping you from visibly giving in was the dainty flower before you. But her manner was strong, her gaze proud and confident. A small, nearly invisible smile rose to your lips- you liked this mare. She didn't seem like an ordinary mare, there was so much more to her presence. There wasn't an emotional attraction to the fae, however, you did admire her looks. She was like glass, too fragile to be broken. But you never liked playing with fragile objects, being so large and not the most gentle of creatures, so you'd stuck to the more hardy, weather-resistant toys.
You listened to her words, her voice vaguely familiar as she revoked your question with an obvious statement.
"Yes, I do suppose you could ask me, but who is to say that I'd give an answer? No, my fair lady, I'm not from this planet at all. I'm from Earth, and if there was a way back I'd be the first one to leave." You spoke with mild annoyance in your voice, thinking of all the weird horses you'd seen in your fairly short time in this place. Wings, horns, body tattoos, unnatural colors- you could hardly bear to think of it without making a face. But somewhere, deep inside, you were thankful for leaving Earth. it held nothing but bitter memories, reminders of your family that you loved so much, your sister. Her cold, dead eyes flashed in your mind, and you turned away from the Arabian mistress to blink the vision away. You turned back to face her without apology.
"Hello, Grimore Heart of Selisona. And like you, I too am here exploring. I wasn't expecting another to be here. I apologize in the sincerest if I have insulted you in any way. It was not my intention to be so demanding." You bowed your head low, nose to the ground before her. This was, in your opinion, the best way to avoid an argument, for this mare may be valuable someday. You ebon audits listened to her question.
"No, this is not my territory. Though I do miss the days of authority, it seems that here I am as insignificant as the beggar. Do not mistake me as such. I am not one to be looked down upon. " You warned her as kindly as you could with such a delicate topic.
"My name is Fitzwilliam Darcy, but seeing as that we do not share a close friendship, you may call me Mr. Darcy. Now, Miss Grimore Heart, shall we discuss other things, like the temple?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2013 17:42:36 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=background,http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n87/Bai_MeiEr/tables/gri-02-02.png,true][atrb=style, background-image:url('http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n87/Bai_MeiEr/tables/gri-02-03.png'); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:bottom; padding:0px 70px 0px 70px; text-align:justify;]» He'd evidently gotten the hint, that this petite little mare standing before him was not one who took easily to being barked at or ordered around, despite her relatively tiny and dwarfed stature. He'd backed off readily enough, at least, and so Grimoire let some of the mocking antagonism slip from her demeanor, instead turning back to inspect her surroundings as though she'd never been interrupted by his arrival. The only indication she gave of still paying much attention to him was one ear swiveled towards his direction, processing and analyzing his speech in spite of her outward show of nonchalance. Another hapless victim of the Rift, he was, and she glanced up curiously from her study of the temple as he indicated his desire to go back to Earth. "Well, there's always the Rift," she suggested sweetly, blinking innocently up at him through sweeping silver lashes. "If you were really desperate to go back home, you could always try leaving the way you came." Wouldn't that be a fun little experiment to watch? No one she knew had yet ever tried jumping through the Rift from this end despite all the odd creatures it spat out from the land beyond - it would be pretty interesting indeed to see what would happen if one did try going the other way, to Earth from Aeon. Not that she actually expected the brute to go off and do as she suggested just now, but hey, it was a thought. "But in the meantime, you might as well enjoy life here. I hear Aeon is much more interesting than Earth."
» The Arab mare waved off his apology airily with a brief shake of her dished head, making no more issue of his brusque introduction. "Just Grimoire or Heart will do, please." She had no intention of looking down on anyone just yet, and formalities and tedious courtly manners were also hardly her primary concern, especially not now, when they had the issue of this temple sitting there like the idiomatic elephant in the room. "Certainly we can discuss the temple - if you have anything new to contribute about it, that is," she said baldly, casting one last scrutinizing look around the hall and spacious room beyond before fixing her violet gaze back onto the behemoth standing before her. "Everyone else I've met has been downright flustered, much less able to tell me anything about it that I can't see and deduce already. What do you make of all this, I wonder, my dear Mr. Darcy?"
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Post by TimeLordNanc(: on May 1, 2013 21:31:30 GMT -5
MR. DARCY
You watched the dainty mare's expression slip from one of complete mock to one of something more serious in tone as she looked about the both of you at the hallway walls. Though this did sting a little, since you had just shattered your pride into tiny, embarrassing shards right in front of the mare and yet, she had the audacity to express her lost of interest as you blundered about with unnecessary words. Slightly annoyed, your ebon audits flicked back, but just enough to show your emotion. You voice, however remained calm and level and cool, like frozen flattened silk.
"Do you think," you said with slight venom at the mention of something so ridiculously obvious, "that I haven't thought of that already? However, I didn't even attempt, because the results would be fruitless. Nothing goes out- they only come in." You watched her with a calm, observing stature as she spoke, her voice just as delicate and soft as she looked. "Aeon is a hellhole. If there really is a way for me to return, then you can kiss me goodbye. It's too... mutated. Earth was beautiful, while this place is just creepy." You closed your mouth at that, though you wanted to continue telling her of your experiences with strange, horse-resembling creatures that you knew were alien. She waved her head in turn, probably at your apology, and seemed to reprimand your good manners by asking for a normal name. Your face's expression turned of that from cool calmness to chilly humor, and you spoke with dead amusement laced into your tones. "Alright, Grimiore. So far, from this temple I've discovered that it was once owned by the two-legged. Who else could have even built it? Unless there were Gods, which I doubt. I figure they were killed off or ran away right when things started to get rough in Aeon. From what little gossip I've had the pleasure to partake in, the fight between Loxacin and Gascti was a pretty big deal." Though not as much of a big deal as the raid on my own family had been, you thought to yourself bitterly. "But, however, I've also heard that it wasn't here before, and just showed up like a blemish on the face of Aeon. Not that Aeon was pretty to begin with," you said with dull honesty. "Anyways, on with it then. Now, Grimiore, please do tell what you've discovered." It was so difficult to say her name without putting a "miss" in front of it that you could only speak it correctly if you put emphasis, though at this point you really had no care of how she perceived it. You just cared about figuring out what the hell had happened here, and what was to come now that this new land had been discovered.
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Post by Deleted on May 5, 2013 17:29:46 GMT -5
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» Down to business then. She listened patiently to his theory of how the temple came to be here - built by the two-legged, he said, who were killed or ran away, he said. Shaking her head in refutal of his argument, she cut in with her own ideas. "Preposterous," she said firmly. "While there may be these 'two-legged' you speak of back in your precious home, I can assure you there are no such things here, thankfully. But let's assume, for the sake of argument, that there were creatures of some sort who built this place and lived here, and have escaped the notice of Aeonian natives. Then, as you said, they would have been wiped out or ran away by now. But look around you. There are no skeletons, no signs of struggle, no indication of a disturbance of any sort. If the inhabitants were killed, we would see their remains. And if they left... Well. Aeon is an island; there is nowhere to go. So where are they?" Setting off at a walk, with hooves echoing hollowly against the vaulted walls, Grimoire backtracked a couple of steps until she was once again standing directly before the enormous, time-worn, and slightly grotesque fresco. "The natives have stories about this place, you know," she murmured quietly as she studied it once more, her voice nevertheless carrying far in the still, heavy air. "They say it was built by gods, hidden away from time and subsequently revealed again for reasons unknown. That would certainly explain the overnight appearance of the city, of course. And while I am no less skeptical than you about the existence of mysterious, intangible gods, that seems to be our only remaining logical conclusion."
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Post by TimeLordNanc(: on Jul 12, 2013 19:20:49 GMT -5
MR. DARCY
I watched as she shot me a look and replied her defense.
"Well, that's a matter of perspective and opinion."
I couldn't help but grin, even though I hid it well- so now she was the one offended by my observations of her home. Well, all fine and dandy, leave it to a mare to always have to be right. I looked back at her with an even expression, though one with a hint of amusement. This mare was certainly fun to tease around- what's the worst she could do to a stallion twice as big as her? Call me an ass and huff around? I shook my head slightly and replied to the rainbow dame, a hint of teasing in my tone.
"You're right- it certainly is. So let's quit worrying with what's my hell and what's not."
Towards the end of my speech, I got slightly more serious, but never lost the gleam in my eye and I appeared almost sadistic. I watched as she contemplated what I had said about the temple, and I was so very eager to hear what she had to say about it. My right ear twitched back, and I listened with just one audit, waiting to see if she was angered by my "disrespect". But she was not my Chief, and so I did not have to abide by her rules.
"Preposterous, while there may be these 'two-legged' you speak of back in your precious home, I can assure you there are no such things here, thankfully. But let's assume, for the sake of argument, that there were creatures of some sort who built this place and lived here, and have escaped the notice of Aeonian natives. Then, as you said, they would have been wiped out or ran away by now. But look around you. There are no skeletons, no signs of struggle, no indication of a disturbance of any sort. If the inhabitants were killed, we would see their remains. And if they left... Well. Aeon is an island; there is nowhere to go. So where are they?"
My face fell as she spoke, and I couldn't help but have the thought is she stupid? run across my mind. Of course I'd never say this aloud, however I would most definitely reprimand her. Where were the two-legged? Did she not know what happens after death? You shook your head slightly.
"How do you know, Miss Grimoire Heart, that such creatures did not exist? Have you lived on this little island since it was formed? Do you know what happens after death? You die. And you're on the ground. And your bones wither away, into dust, back into the earth. I've seen it happen. And of course there is no signs of their attacks- some do die naturally, instead of trying to kill everyone, or even piss others off into killing them."
I looked right into her eyes and gave her a "try me" look, knowing she'd want to be right, and would do just about anything to make sure she was. It was just the natural mare, however deformed she may have been, her perspective and her mindset was the same as all her gender. My sapphire orbs rolled in their sockets, devouring the sight of the tunnel we had found ourselves in. The walls were a pale orangey color, as if weather, the sun, and time had bleached away it's vibrant paint. Or stones. I hadn't had the time to figure which, since I had happened upon this Grimoire Heart. My audits faced her, but my face did not as she spoke again.
"The natives have stories about this place, you know, they say it was built by gods, hidden away from time and subsequently revealed again for reasons unknown. That would certainly explain the overnight appearance of the city, of course. And while I am no less skeptical than you about the existence of mysterious, intangible gods, that seems to be our only remaining logical conclusion.
At this I smiled grandly, eyes returning to hers.
"Miss Grimoire Heart, if you believe in such a thing as Gods, then you are truly are daft. How can you call yourself a Chief when you have your head filled with such nonsense? There is, and has never been, any Gods. The locals may believe this, bless their souls, but c'mon- I know you're better than that."
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