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Post by ᴛᴀᴛɪᴀɴɴɪsᴛᴀ on Jun 22, 2013 0:57:41 GMT -6
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It was hot. It had always been a bit hotter in the jungle than elsewhere in Illyria. Despite that, Aiko's long limbs drew her farther into the land and through the ferns that crowded the entrance to Enth. It was odd to be home. It was odd to see this place and not be reminded of that sickening urge to escape. Her brown eyes drew over the brush and she inhaled the fresh air the escaped through the canopy. Relaxing as it was, her mind was frazzled from the lack of sleep she had experienced the past few days. Her frail skull tipped down, her soft muzzle nearly brushing the earthen floor, as her elegant neck seemed almost incapable of holding it up. What the hell was wrong with her? It was almost as if having no purpose was plaguing her. The foals were gone and suddenly she was incapable of doing anything with her life. She ate what she needed and drank what she needed, yet sleep eluded her.
Faintly she inhaled a scent, her eyes widening slightly with some recognition. She couldn't put a name to the scent, yet she was certain it was familiar. Perhaps Diavolo still called these parts home, despite the herds nearly vanishing from Illyria in the past months? Oddly enough that didn't comfort her. The melancholy the hung on her was secured by the drooping of her lids and the half yawn that barely escaped her lips. Needing to cool off, she was reminded of the creek she had so loved as a child. She had been extremely independent and anti-social back then. A grin tugged to her lips, lightly but there all the same, as she moved through the ferns and caught site of the creek that lead to the lagoon. Soon enough she was at the back, her eyes widening with awe, as she was transported back in time.
"Oh, Enth. Just as beautiful as ever." She found herself murmuring, shocked at the strange fondness she suddenly felt of the jungle. Stepping down into the water, it was reminder of how much time had passed. Her frame was taller and far more elegant and defined than her youthful body. Before the water of the lagoon had reached her neck. Now, however, it swayed around the curve of he belly. Long black hairs flared out over the water and she dipped her muzzle beneath to suckle the cool liquid. Perhaps it wasn't sleep, but she wouldn't complain about how she renewed her energy, so long as she did. Even so, her mind trailed away from her wondering after Safuri and Socrates. Safuri, shy and quiet and innocent. Socrates, bold and dashing and full of energy. Her lids lowered as her mind road out the memories that spilled onto it's canvas, and she almost felt as though she was dozing off, so transfixed in the moment. Calm and peaceful. So unlike her past self.
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Post by jenzie on Jun 22, 2013 2:47:18 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,548,true] | [atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v452/Rewz/amenbg-1.png] It had only been a few days since he had finally staked his claim over the jungle he once roamed aimlessly. The smell of the old leads had died away with the humidity that constantly flowed through the thick array of trees and he could no longer even recognize those who once flourished within the surrounding ferns. He didn’t mind though, there was nothing worse than the memories of past rulers still lingering in the lands that others have sworn to claim and look after – he wasn’t in the mood for memories or relishing in the past he would rather forget. Life had settled nicely for him, although he had traveled in various different areas until he found a safe haven for a year or so in a thicket where he wouldn’t be bothered. Dionysus ventured out only during the evening hours and kept away from other souls roaming the empty space looking for company – he didn’t want it then and he wasn’t even sure if he wanted it now; however, leading a harem meant gathering those looking for a home. Being thrown into conversation that he was never and probably will never be good at. Icy blue eyes narrowed slowly as he rolled over on his side within the shallow water of the lagoon – the waterfall was just ahead of him, the noise shuffling in the background against multiple birds singing sweet songs to each other, the canopy alive with color and those who only roamed on the forest floor rustled leaves and twigs from their spots. He was at ease, for once in his life, completely and utterly at ease. A soft sigh escaped him as he let the cool water wash over his slender and lanky frame – he had always been tall and slender in his build for what reason he was unsure of but no one could really take him seriously because of it. He was underestimated by many and those he had witnessed on his travels, a reason he preferred being in solitude to avoid such confrontational things. His father, from what he remembered, was tall but built and his mother was very small and slender…all he knew was he got her coloring but didn’t gain either of their eyes color. Thick lashes brushed against his lower lids as he blinked slowly while his thoughts started to overwhelm him – he didn’t like remembering his past which is why he tried desperately to keep it locked away in a safe place, forever to be forgotten. However, some things just kept popping up. Like his children.
Dionysus hadn’t seen his children but maybe a couple of times before everything had fallen apart. He tried to put that aside for now; unable to really pull himself together to be the father that he knew they would want in their life. Slender nares flared slowly as he inhaled and exhaled while a light sleep grabbed him down into the depths of his terrible dreams – the water was ungodly cool against his hot skin, the jungle was harder to deal with then he thought but he would manage. As he tried to shift into a more comfortable position, legs sprayed out and bent just slightly he caught the smell of something else lurking within the jungle walls. His eyes opened slowly, squinting as he lifted his head from the dirt pillow he provided himself with and rolled onto his knees as he tried to recognize the scent but nothing came to his mind right away. He had, after all, been missing from Illyria for quite some time – he remembered little to nothing of those who once roamed its safe walls.
With a huff, the dun boy pulled himself up, dragging his back legs slightly as he did so and shook the water from his frame before walking toward the intruders smell. He took his time, maneuvering through trees, avoiding roots that grew upward to catch him off guard. There was a thought in the back of his head that the former lead or perhaps family of him had found their way back here in hopes that their father would be lurking the depths of the jungle, prepared to take them back in a heartbeat; that was, after all, what family did, right? He wouldn’t know. Dionysus had a mother for the first year of his life before she passed away and he had no actual instructions on how to live or survive – he had to figure everything out on his own. A calm came over him as he approached the unfamiliar yet familiar scent hidden behind the bushes – it was almost like déjà vu from a previous encounter; their first encounter. He pushed through the thick ferns and stood on the bank of the lagoon the mare decided to swim in – she seemed ungodly at ease for someone trespassing on another’s land however, he knew she had memories here and whether they were fond memories or not held no importance to him. "Now isn’t this a familiar scene. " He murmured as he shifted his weight slightly to a more comfortable position. "However, the roles are switched and now you wander into someone else’s territory without permission. Do you have business here, Aiko or are you just aimlessly reminiscing in bittersweet memories…"
"Speech"
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Post by ᴛᴀᴛɪᴀɴɴɪsᴛᴀ on Jun 29, 2013 19:01:55 GMT -6
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Her eyes widened in shock and she found herself peering up, as she once had, to an all too familiar form. He was the cause to all of her life's issues. That was what she always told herself, yet even thinking it now she knew better. Her pale face lifted up and she wiped the shock from her features, to better seem less of an idiot. What it the world was he doing here? In Enth, of all places! Did Diavolo no longer run this place? She couldn't say that it was shock. She had already assumed that most of the equine in this place had left long ago. To be confronted with Dionysus, of all people, was what she had not expected. She inhaled a breath, plagued by all of those past memories. She had been so cruel to him. He hadn't deserved the treatment he'd received. She had just been so disappointed that he would not claim her as his own and lashing out had always been her coping mechanism. She fully regretted it, yet she had never been one to apologize. Only once had she ever done such a thing, and that was long in the past.
"Dion." She muttered, feeling as though it was somehow inappropriate to use her nickname for him now. There was no semblance of the past relationship here. Yet her heart ached that familiar ache when she spoke it, as though there was still a small flame flickering in her heart. Her dark eyes moved over him and she heaved a small sigh. "It's so odd to think that I hated this place." She spoke, glancing around the jungle enclosure. "Now, I miss it. It seems to be the only thing I have left." Her children had grown up and moved on with their lives, leaving an unfamiliar loneliness to settle on her. The days since Safuri's departure had seen many waking hours, bemoaning the fact that time moved so quickly. She had never loved anyone or anything more than she had loved those children. Their innocence had taught her patience and to not take things so seriously. Before she had always despised her place in life. She had always wanted more than she should. Now, however, she just wanted the companionship she lacked without Safuri and Socrates.
"They don't hate you, you know." She said, as if she were thinking out loud, her dark eyes drifting to the stallion. "I was mean to you, but I couldn't have them thinking you were a horrible person, because you weren't." She said the words quietly, fully ashamed of the way she had left things with him. Shifting in the water, she shook her neck out, sending inky black locks in a swirl as she moved to climb from the lagoon. Perhaps it was time to put memories to rest and move on with her life. She had no clue how to do that, or where to start, but she owed Dionysus atleast an explanation. "I didn't want to be a broodmare, Dion. I didn't want the family you gave me. I wanted excitement and passion. I didn't realize until it was too late, that you gave me what I needed. There was the passion I held for wanting to be with you. But I didn't know that I wanted a family with you. I was scared and confused. I lashed out, when you were the only one offering me solutions. You were the only one who cared. I didn't know what it was to be cared about. My parents were delinquents and so was Diavolo, for all of the duties he had as a lead." Closing her mouth, she shook the water from her frame, her coat shining like slick mud against the clear liquid sheen that covered it. Her frame seemed far too heavy to her, tired and aching from the days she had gone without rest. That didn't concern her at the moment, however, which was odd since it had been the only concern she'd had the past few days.
"I'm sorry. I was a bitch." She spoke, peering over her shoulder at him. "Odd, though..." She found herself laughing lightly, "That my past was full of intentional trespassing into your territory, and now here I am once more. Practically a criminal." Her lips thinned from the small smile, as she inhaled the jungle air once more and shook her rump to dry it a bit more. "But I've been caught, so I suppose now I should be slinking along my way." She peered at his coat, the fine black hairs draping his skull and neck. He was a tall and slender figure. She had always found him quite handsome. It was odd how such a figure had haunted her mind for so long, and now that she saw him again she was left with that aching feeling. As if she had just seen him yesterday and none of the past had happened. He had been like a knight in shining armor when she'd looked up and seen him from the bushes by the lagoon. It was funny how, even as a filly, she had seen him as an escape. As salvation. She had thrown that salvation away, sadly, and was now on the path that he father had lead. Being a vagabond with a past beyond her years. As much as she had despised her father, it seemed she would be just like him. Never having a home for long and only maintaining a past of disappointments.
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Post by jenzie on Jun 29, 2013 22:44:45 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,548,true] | [atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v452/Rewz/amenbg-1.png] Dionysus watched as the shock laced her features slowly but surely – bringing her to remember all of the things he had forgotten. He didn’t relish in the past, he pushed it aside and moved on like he always had and though life was never perfect for him, and he always made it through; somehow. Growing up he didn’t have the safety in numbers, a herd to protect and look after him – he didn’t have a father who was somewhat there to watch him and train him to be the heir he was born as. No. He had fear and loathing lurking within him as he traveled to what seemed like the ends of the earth with his sickly mother trailing behind and dying more and more each and every day. He was bitter and disgusted with the way his father could easily let them go all because of one word spat like venom toward the trio as they stood within the once safe meadow surrounded by the thick forest walls. Hera found them quickly and chased them out before he was even able to find his bearings – it was leave quickly or die trying. Regardless, for all the months he spend wandering aimlessly trying to find a suitable place for his mother and himself to rest, a herd to take them in and provide them with care, he turned off his emotions; his feelings. The final straw was his mother’s death on the beaten and used trail they had probably walked a hundred times before – her lifeless frame that he had left only moments before, attempting to track another herd. It was then that he felt his entire soul being carved out from his chest, leaving a gaping, throbbing and open wound for everyone to see and gawk at. Over the years it never closed up, never fixed itself – just bled from time to time when he let himself get far too close to those who didn’t deserve it. And as she stood there, staring at him in utter shock that he was actually still lurking the lands he had called home for some time – he decided that remembering what they had was pointless; utterly useless.
The words that fell from her pale lips made him blink slowly, lips curling in a faint and barely noticeable smile as he seemed to shrug after each pause that she found necessary before continuing. She was apologizing but he couldn’t find the will to care – she did what she did and he moved away from it, to better remove himself from the situation instead of cause her the pain that she so seemingly addressed on a daily basis. He knew he shouldn’t have done what he did when they were finding their paths starting to drift further and further apart from each other ( not that they were ever on the same path ) but he did and though he couldn’t say he regretted it, he certainly didn’t feel like standing and playing comfort king to her distress. He eyed her quietly as she let her words fall on what appeared to be his deaf ears because he said nothing in return. Merely raised his shoulders up and shrugged again, letting the sleek muscles roll and tense under the pressure. Dion wasn’t entirely sure where this conversation was headed – he asked a question, not asked for a reasoning behind her temperament when they were together – when he actually tried. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he parted them and slowly shut them again – unsure of what to say or how to say it without coming across as a dick but even if he did word things in a gentler manner, he’d still be just that; a dick.
"To be honest," He began, his voice low and quiet as he looked at her or looked past her , he couldn’t keep focusing on just her anymore. "I don’t really care if you hate me or not, Aiko." Honesty was the most brutal medicine ever delivered to another but what else was he to say? He wasn’t going to lie and act like he actually was hurt from her verbal and physical actions presented to him in the past. Dionysus wasn’t one to present himself with open arms and a kind heart to give to another – in the end he always ended up at the end of the rope with nothing to hang on to as he teetered over the edge. So why, even now, would he bother? There was a brief moment where he wanted to bite his tone and just turn away leaving her to live out her memories alone in silence – whether she stayed for a long period of time or not was her decision and he would have no part in it; not anymore. "I gave you what you needed?" A small scoff followed after he repeated her words and he shook his head slightly, long black locks falling over his left eye, his hair had grown some since the last time they had seen each other but it still looked unkept; as usual. "I didn’t give you anything. You didn’t exactly say no but trust me, if I could go back and change it, I would. Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t do it for my benefit. You were obviously unhappy and desired something more and something greater, things that I couldn’t give you – so don’t give me bullshit, expecting me to eat it."
Sighing softly he shifted his weight again, looking away from her and toward the thick trees that lined the area behind her – he wanted to just move away from this situation altogether and forget it ever happened but he couldn’t. Closure? Perhaps, or maybe he just wanted to say what he couldn’t so many moons ago – then again, Dionysus was never one for conversation or confrontation. "You don’t have to keep apologizing." He muttered, rolling his icy eyes back in her direction, "If I actually cared about what had happened before, I probably wouldn’t have just left without saying a word, right? You give me too much credit, Aiko, you keep acting like I gave my heart and soul away to make a relationship work.." But he didn’t have a soul; he knew that. He put the words about the twins behind him, not daring to comment on those he didn’t know or bothered to know – he didn’t even stand to watch them be born let alone care for them throughout their life. "You weren’t exactly sneaking around, I didn’t catch you so stay or go, I honestly don’t care. This is, after all, the ‘only thing you have left’"
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