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Post by caely on Nov 28, 2012 11:10:11 GMT -6
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The sunlight has just faded over the horizon and the world was sticky from its heat, even still. The moisture in the air was thick and heavy. It clung to everything and made life blisteringly unbearable, however I have been one of the lucky ones. I blinked and looked up at the sky from the cliff that I stood on. I narrowed my eyes and looked above me, I was nearly to the top of the mountain chain called "kamikazi cliffs", where I would host my own little ritual. I inhaled the smell of the white sage bundle that I had in my mouth as I took in a breath and began to to climb the ever narrowing cliff side trail. My muscles strained and burned with agony as they protested each step. I didn't know how many times I have been up and now this mountain ridge today.. I had lost count after the third time, I think. But this was my final trip. I had gathered enjoy sticks and herbs to conduct my ritual, I had nearly forgotten the white sage, however. It was important that I have white sage. Or else things could go very bad. White sage is said to keep the bad spirits away. The kind that enter you and consume you and destroy your life. As much as I messed with this business, I knew I couldn't forget it, but I almost did.
As I reached the top, I blinked my sky blue eyes as I eyed the ghostly white figure of my dead sister. She was standing guard, so it seemed, and I nickered so softly to her and she looked up at me. Her transparent form danced to the edge of the cliff and peered over. I wondered what she was thinking. Maybe she wondered what it felt like to fall? But no matter, I turned my attentions to my cluster of wooden sticks that were in a circle position. My turned to a black little rock and with my nose, I gently moved it close to a patch of grass. I raised my head and picked up my right hoof, I closed on eye and twisted up my face as I took aim. I foot slammed down on the black rock and it sputtered away, but sparked ferociously, igniting the yellowed grass. I quickly picked up the non-fired side tossed it atop the sticks. It took a couple minutes but red and orange flames licked the sky and reflected in my eyes. I smiled, so it would begin.
I quickly turned and snatched the white sage I had collected and carefully stuck as end into the fire. It ignited quickly and I dropped it to the rocky floor and it fizzled down. I wiggled my nostrils and lowered my head, and like a thousand times before, I blew softly into the embers and kept them alive and burning slowly. The sage began to billow out sweet smoke and I picked it up once again in my mouth and began to walk around my little fire and the top of the cliffs Once I can covered nearly the entire area I walked back to the fire and dropped it in. The fire swallowed it whole and excitedly jumped up to the sky before lowering back to its natural size. I looked over my shoulder at my dead sister, still she looked over the cliff. Just to check on her. But of course, she hadn't left me. She was always there.
I turned back to my pile of herbs and began to sort them out slowly, organizing them. I wasn't expecting anyone to arrive here. I just expected it to be just myself and my sister. I had never had anyone arrive at the time I was practicing my arts, but you never really knew.
K R A K E N A revelation in the light of day You can't choose what stays and what fades away
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Post by jenzie on Nov 28, 2012 19:28:45 GMT -6
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There had been no sight of previous souls that he had met while he stayed in Illyria before he disappeared. Dionysus didn't mind however, he wouldn't exactly know what to say to anyone from his past. The conversations - though limited - were never anything of serious importance and he was quick to forget them, the only words he remembered were the few words uttered from his mother's ebony tinted lips as he chased the path ways for help. His mother died alone, as he expected but if he knew his attempts for assistance would have gone unnoticed ( each being he had met turned their back on him ) he wouldn't have left her alone and he would have stayed by her side until the end. The boy was so young then and to have survived without the comfort of another being for so long...well he was quite surprised he made it. His life was spent in constant solitude, no herd dared bring the child with such unusual eyes into their harem to support, to love and give motherly attention toward while their leads stood over them with questionable stares. He moved on, willingly. Through his life, the time he was left alone up until now, Dionysus didn't rely on the help of others, he constantly made it on his own but there had been one. When he reached his third year he stumbled upon more foreign ground, the two years spent alone he lingered within the same surroundings of his mother's death bed, and he met her. The chocolate kissed mare who gave him such surprisingly caring glances and dared risk talking to him. Phaedra was much like himself, the outcast that wanted more than anything could give her.
Dionysus couldn't give her what she wanted - even if they remained close for a year. She had disappeared without a trace and he walked to the ends of the earth to find her. There was nothing left but his memories that he regrettably pushed to the very depths of his mind. So he found himself here, once again, within the confines of Illyria. His year spend wandering aimlessly left him confronted with curious feelings but he never let them spread farther than the innocent insults he threw toward the child he had met in the jungle like terrain. Her attitude and desperate need for what seemed like attention was a turn off and he decided to leave it at that. He roamed for a year, letting his thoughts calm and he returned to the area of his mother's death on the day she had passed. Those icy blue eyes shifted slowly as he made his way back through the lands he once knew better then himself. Everything seemed different and new area's had opened up to view from what he suspected from the flood. Or maybe something else happened - the world had changed so drastically in this area and he was surprised to see so much more opened for the public eye. Dion stepped slowly, casually across the land, the smell of smoke had hit him like a ton of bricks as his eyes shifted slowly - peering up at the tall cliffs before him. He wasn't sure why he was here, maybe he followed the unfamiliar scent but he wasn't sure how or where the fire had come from.
He spotted the flame expand toward the velvet blue skies before it died down behind the cliffs edge - unable to be seen but he approached none-the-less. Dionysus climbed slowly, use to the constant awkward terrain he was thrown into, his long limbs carefully picking the perfect paths to take, delicately making his way around the bend toward the spot where the little camp fire had been started. However, he was very wrong. There was a figure standing near the flames and he instantly felt his head tilt slowly to the side - it wasn't a little camp fire and there wasn't more dancing around it or sitting singing songs to the world. Instead it was a simple child standing pleased with herself. It took a minute to sink in and this seemed almost unreal - he wanted to turn around and pretend he never saw a thing - make his way down the cliff side and disappear into the shadows that he embraced on a daily basis. "what are you doing?" His dead tone carried through the short distance between them. Well, he couldn't escape without being seen or heard now.
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Post by caely on Nov 28, 2012 21:52:39 GMT -6
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The time was just right, I felt. The sun was gone now and the sky had taken on an eerie blackness. The stars were far and few tonight, for whatever reason, they decided not to show their shining faces, along with their mother moon. I lifted like head towards the sky and closed my eyes, letting the sweet smell of white sage fill my lungs and lazy my body. It was would be time to begin soon. I lowered my head again and began to shift herbs this way and that. Taking them into account and such, just counting, biding my time.For whatever reason I was. I looked over my shoulder at the ghostly figure of my sister, and I clicked my tongue to the roof of my mouth. She turns to me and turns to come close to me. It was like we were one honestly. I had known she was there since I was a child. She was my very first friend, and there was something about each other we understood. Sometimes I wish she lived. We could have really done things together, but at least this way I know nothing will ever happen to her. She's already dead. She has promised to stay with me until my very last days, but then again, why trap her in a world whee she can never touch? never feel? never taste?
But that was my point tonight, I was going to make it real for her. I was going to let her enter my body. I had been practicing over the last few moons, and I think I had finally gotten the formula right. I looked back to my herbs, and that was when I felt another presence. I looked up slowly, to take notice of a figure looming on the other side of the fire. I blink my exceptionally bright blue eyes as I focus on the out-of-focus equine.
Then I see you for what you are. You are a stallion, and you loom over me. I am but a child in your eyes and you are quite an adult. As the flames dance in my blue eyes, they cover my true color, but I can see, you have eyes like mine. Startlingly blue and sharp. My nostrils move a little as I stare at you some, before I take notice of your expression. You are confused, maybe even a little scared, but I just keep watching you. I had never had anyone stumble upon me.. I felt frozen a little. Like I was about to preform in front of an audience. "what are you doing?" the words that leak from your mouth are as dead as my sister and not a single hint of emotion lay there. I blink and tilt my head just a little over my shoulder. My eyes found my sister, and she looked back to the stallion, which is where my eyes followed. I inhaled the sweet smoke around me, and prepared to answer you. "Practicing..." I said, but I had to say what I was practicing. Was it witch craft? Yes. Was it voodoo? Yes. Was it healing? Yes. But I answer, "Undoubtedly, anything you've ever seen in your life." My words were cool and collected. I was as placid as you were. I didn't want to give away anything. Not to a stranger like you.
K R A K E N A revelation in the light of day You can't choose what stays and what fades away
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