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Post by Seraph on Oct 28, 2014 0:33:27 GMT -7
Kill off this thinking, it's starting to sink in
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“Hm,” Seraph hummed through pursed lips, acknowledging Blightghast's remark. His eyes lingered only for a moment longer on the pale star darting through the air above the stallion's shadowy shoulder. True, it wasn't much of a friend, but it was the only one he had – this was likely true for the both of them. A small smile curled at the fraying edge of his mouth as he absentmindedly as he realized Blightghast's once-stout frown had morphed into something tainted with a lighter stroke of emotion. While Seraph had determinedly believed that his flickering accomplice would be as much as company as he would ever desire, he often found himself doubting this makeshift assessment. The enchanted insects were indeed better than nothing at all; their durability and loyalty alone made them tolerable, at very least. But his firefly, no matter the number of coy remarks and smirks he offered, would never return so much as the batting of an eye. It would never offer any comfort other than its constant glow, and it would not share words of kindness when they were needed the most. Most of all, the little creature would never save his life. It would blindly follow him, regardless of his misdeeds and scalding personality, until the day he keeled over on the endless trail and ceased living. Would it then find a new leader to guide it, or drop alongside him in death? Seraph liked to believe the latter. The thought was almost poetic.
No, not much of a friend, but as good as any I may ever have.
He met Blightghast's eyes slowly, a casual analysis sparking within his own orbs. The unicorn was gazing back at him equally, his gaze like two lumen fireflies glowing within his skull. Much to Seraph's relief, the tension between them had seemingly dissipated. Whatever social purgatory they were entrapped in, the current situation wasn't unlikable. Though their initial reactions to each other had varied in intensity, somehow the two stallions had been able to find a foothold in a more stable state of being. This was fine. He could withstand this. It wasn't so bad, anymore. These were the notions Seraph used to calm the weak kindle of optimism that was slowly warming in his chest. The worst, most confusing part of it was that the sensation wasn't even irritable.
He sighed softly, his ears folding lazily against his head, standing just a little too rigidly to be normal. If he didn't do something more, say something more, Blightghast might take it upon himself to wander away. Seraph licked his dry lips, noting the relaxed way in which the unicorn currently carried himself, as if suspended by invisible strings. Of course he would wander away. It was inevitable, wasn't it? Teeth pressed against his bottom lip as he dropped his placid stare.
“What a shame that would be,” he breathed.
He'd said that aloud – or hadn't he? For so long he had had only himself to speak to that he'd lost the ability to differentiate the two. There was no telling now, and Seraph couldn't bring himself to assess as to whether Blightghast had heard him. He probably wouldn't have made sense of it anyways, if only taking Seraph for a mumbling fool. A frown etched itself onto his features, and his tail swished behind him in a single, rapid stroke.
“Speaking of something,” he filled the atmosphere with more words, though not hurriedly, “I've been wondering for a while now the point of that thing. . .Did you lose the other one?” He asked smoothly, a mischievous grin replacing the regret upon his mouth. With a flick of his snout, the pegicorn gestured to the single, golden hoop threaded through Blightghast's ear. A small bout of curiosity gleamed within his stare, eager to shift the attention to the unicorn again, rather than himself.
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Post by blightghast on Nov 1, 2014 13:17:26 GMT -7
The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing.
His muscles tightened a little and he stood like a large, dull rock. The silence caught him in a quiet abyss of deep thought and past memories. It was a little awkward not exchanging words. Simply sitting without a mere cough to break the ice was creating a stagnant and stale air. His eyes looked away from Seraph out of discomfort. Though not too long ago they were staring each other down with disdain and frustration. The situation had surely changed for the better but the peace was but a cry for help. Blightghast almost felt better leaving angry if it took away all of this awkward exchange, but it was too late for that now.
'What a shame that would be,' the random sentence resumed Blightghast's thoughts back to the present and he glanced towards Seraph with a puzzled look. He watched as the stallion laid his ears back with a frown and he stared with a slight brow raised. 'Speaking of something,' he perked his ears forward with more interest than he needed to, erasing the slight confusion he had before and focusing on the new conversation. He sighed quietly, slightly relieved that there would finally be something worth chatting about.
'I've been wondering for a while now the point of that thing. . .Did you lose the other one?' Blightghast frowned for only a moment 'what in the world is he talking about?'. His orbs watched the stallion's mouth ease into a grin and point towards the hanging hoop in his ear. His face returned to a solemn stare and his lips quivered into a faint smile. "I've only had one" he stated at once. "My mother gave it to me when I was a yearling" he didn't remember all that much, really. He did however remember the stinging sensation that created the hole in his ear for the jewellry to sit in. Boy did that hurt.
Though it was easy to remove, he needed help to get it back on, which is why he never really took it off. Turning his body towards a nearby tree he sought out a long, low hanging branch and needled the tip of the thin branch through the hoop. Pulling slightly in the opposite direction the gold hoop un clipped, slipping through his ear and falling to the ground. He stared at it for a moment and his ear throbbed a little from the pulling. Blightghast glanced upwards towards Seraph with a look of slight curiosity, holding back a smile.
Muscles now relaxed he bent down to grab the shimmering gold hoop. With his mouth slightly open he could hear the faint whispers of flapping in the distance. It sounded quick and hasty, but he wasn't alarmed. However, before he could grab his possession a blur of black feathers and a mess of screeching startling him as it flung itself in front of his face and flew back up into the sky. Swinging his head up in dismay and taking a few steps backwards he glanced back down to the ground only to find the yellowed grass he stood upon empty of his prize. His head swung up towards the sky only to see the faint figure of a black bird making its way towards the giant, distant, abyssal bowl.
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Post by Seraph on Nov 2, 2014 0:59:52 GMT -7
Kill off this thinking, it's starting to sink in
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"How nice," Seraph returns; only the waver of his voice hints at his surprise. There is no sarcasm to bitter his words this time, and a genuine interest seizes the capacity of his features. Scarlet eyes rise from the thin smile lining Blightghast's mouth to the golden wire threaded through the flat of his ear. I've only had one. Had his mother had kept the earring that completed the pair so the golden hoops would always bind them together? What a sentimental idea. Seraph had been giving nothing of such value besides the blackened scars orderly marring his face -- marks signifying the low rank he had once held. Having no status at all was better than bearing the one he had had. Ducking his head, the thick cover of his forelock obscures the retaliating glimmer in his eyes.
For a moment, he feels an unjustified envy for Blightghast's earring. It casts but a ripple on the mirage of neutrality shimmering around him, but Seraph chases it away as he catches the unicorn's suppressed grin. It is like a fish in a stream, something just below the surface of the water, silvery and difficult to place. Lifting his chin, he tilts his head, an uncertain grin of his own forming.
He extends his nose in curiosity as Blightghast moves away, grey nostrils flaring. The unicorn proceeds to rub his ear on a low-hanging branch. Seraph watches intently, comprehension draining as all rigidness slips away from him. "What are you-?" He starts, his face slackening as realization sets in. His dark accomplice winces as the branch tugs at the ornament fixated to his ear. It doesn't look very pleasant. Did Blightghast intend to remove his prized and only possession? For what cause? Surely. . .not just to show an unworthy stranger? He swallows, feeling as though dry grass is caught in his throat. "Oh," he gasps quietly, "Oh, you don't really have to-"
A small pop is heard as the hoop falls onto the dry leaves below.
It is done, and Seraph's once formal composure has contorted into something of boyish incredulity. His brows are knit together high on his forehead, eyes becoming ruby moons in as they are unveiled. They flick from the glittering treasure to Blightghast, never settling for too long on either one. He is torn between inquisition and caution. He takes a step, then another. The movement is silent compared to the incoherent screams wailing in his head -- Why? He didn't deserve this show of trust, nor Blightghast's quietly genuine smile. Was this a trick? It didn't seem like one, and he couldn't detect ill favor from the stony stallion.
Crisp air seeps unwillingly into his lungs. Seraph gazes from afar as indecision falters his course of action. His face had quickly morphed into something too-young, too wide-eyed to be untrue. He eventually clings to the appreciation nagging at him, ears trained forward in both anticipation and awe. Seraph approaches Blightghast in a more submissive way, his hooves dragging across the forest as they upturn crinkling leaves. Blinking, he sniffs, lowering his head as Blightghast does, though he is much too far away to reach the treasure beneath the unicorn.
The trance is broken as the swishing of wings is made clear; ruby orbs flick up too late to view the culprit. In less than a heartbeat the raven wings make their departure, the unicorn's earring well-secured within rough talons. Seraph's jaw hangs agape as Blightghast swings his head, coming only to focus on the vague shape fading into the skyline. He cringes inwardly, so much to the point that it causes him physical pain. Incisors the color of aged paper press against each other in loss. Blight's irreplaceable item had vanished.
My mother gave it to me when I was a yearling.
He takes a step backward in precaution, searching Blightghast for signs of blame. Apprehension courses through him with the pulse of his blood, thinning it to the density of water. His lips take the form of a poorly formed o, suggesting the formation of words, but nothing manifests in the empty space between them. "That. .is. .rather unfortunate," he eventually murmurs, uncharacteristic sympathy laced in his words. "I'm sorry," he offers, but it is hushed, barely audible above the rustling of leaves. He retraces his steps, bracing for an unwillingly-predicted burst of anger. Cracked lips purse together.
Eagerly dragging himself away from Blight's stare, red orbs pinpoint on the horizon. A dim mountain silhouettes against the grey sky, both majestic and foreboding. He couldn't leave it at just that, could he? It had not been entirely his fault, but he shared enough blame to be responsible for the unlikely turn of events. It wasn't as if he had anything better to do. Besides, Blightghast had proved to be a pleasant companion, if not for the small bouts of awkwardness and anger between them. The muscles in his chin flex as they harden in determination.
"It may not be lost just yet." He throws the unicorn a careful side-glance.
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Post by blightghast on Nov 6, 2014 11:52:36 GMT -7
The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing.
Hiding under a silent facade was a certain kind of distress he had never really felt before. His mouth was only a line, unable to move or quiver through emotion. Ears fell back a little and he watched the bird fade off into the clouded abyss. A detailed play through of the fowl dropping his precious ring into the bottomless volcano repeated a dozen times over in his mind. Though he was not sure if the rumors of the bowl presenting to be bottomless was true, he was convinced enough that either way- it was lost forever. His right ear flopped a little, the weight it normally carried had been lifted and it no longer carried the precious jewel that weighed it down.
A naked sensation hung around Blightghast like a small nuisance, reminding him that the only thing left from his own mother had disappeared because of his own reckless behavior. Why didn't he remove one of the cuffs that held his locks together? He had about a million of those to spare. He screamed inwardly towards himself and a frown cut through his solemn face. 'That. .is. .rather unfortunate,' Blightghast glanced towards Seraph with a brief look of distraught, 'ya think?' a small growl escaped his pursed lips and he gazed back up towards the faded mountain.
Something barely audible from the painted stallion plays at the tips of his ears but he does not bother to clarify. He did not blame his friend for what happened, though he knew a few that might, simply for the pleasure to point a finger. The fault of the incident was only because of his careless actions. 'It may not be lost just yet.' Blightghast did not look over but his ears perked forward a little. Was there some fantastical spot of hope? Or was this stallion providing a false security for him? He craned his neck a little and looked towards Seraph with a blank stare "what are you talking about?". Though still wary of his new friend, he didn't really have much of a choice.
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Post by Seraph on Nov 6, 2014 22:05:06 GMT -7
Kill off this thinking, it's starting to sink in
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What are you talking about?
Blightghast's gaze is the wallpaper of an abandoned estate, its golden hue dulled into a relic by a disbelieving sense of loss. Beneath its crackling texture, lifeless color has begun to peel away, revealing misshapen flecks of something brighter beneath it. Seraph stares back, a mere flicker registering in his orbs as they narrow analytically. He observes his deflated posture, stoic and yet drooping. Had the unicorn been prepared to accept his loss as it was? For a long moment, the silence deadbeats between them, rendering them into a motionless portrait of the forest.
With a snapping movement, Seraph throws his chin in the air at Blightghast's dejected tone, setting the black flag of his mane into a frenzy. Ruby orbs blaze with a sudden flare as ambition firecrackers in his chest, igniting his veins in an uncontrollable chain of ignition. Seraph's weight is shifted onto his back legs as he pops into a small rear, his hooves stamping the ground with ginger force. He turns his head and regards the his too-silent accomplice with a single, wide eye. A grin bordering on maniacal cracks the features of his face in an attempt to be reassuring. Trust me.
“I hope you are as quick as the wind, Ventum,” he breathes, his resolve both unjustified and uncharacteristic. There was no reason for him to help Blightghast, truly, but an unconquerable side of him has crushed any debate of reason. Perhaps it was his element that deserved blame, but he thought nothing of it as it raged on, casting better judgment away at the sight of the unicorn's empty eyes. “. .Because we've a thief to catch.”
Attention is drawn to the grey horizon, tree tops scraping the landscape beneath the ominous mass of rock looming in the distance. The raven is a mere speck in the sky, unaware, ebony wings gliding on an easy crosswind. If only there had been enough room for him to gain altitude, Seraph could have flown after the creature; however, the close range of foliage prevented his flight. Striking the ground, Seraph is nearly bouncing with apprehension, not dissimilar to a thoroughbred before his first race. He snorts, hooves digging into the earth for purchase as he bursts into movement without warning, sailing into the thorny wrath of Wintersage.
He's not entirely certain if Blightghast will follow him; the wary glaze in his eyes had not escaped his notice. If that was the case, he might as well be running on his own. But the idea didn't faze him. With his heart thrumming in his chest like an engine off the tracks, he was suddenly certain that the unicorn would flank him. Besides walking away, what other choice did he have?
Brambles tear at his flesh, whipping past him as he plunges into thicket after thicket, wings aching to stretch and gain air. He keeps an eye on the horizon, marking the path of the black bird every so often. Steam billows from his nostrils in puffs, his feet barely making contact with the ground in his pursuit. He'd laugh with the joy of finally having some goal to drive him, but it requires too much breath, so he instead remains quiet.
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Post by blightghast on Nov 10, 2014 0:52:33 GMT -7
The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing.
His solemn face arose with a taste of curiosity and surprise. He took half a step back in an unconscious attempt to make room for the brash stallion. His head swung back slightly with reflex in response to the sudden hop. 'I hope you are as quick as the wind, Ventum', Blightghast turned his head to face his strange friend and his body turned quickly in accordance with the swift movements of his company. His eyes found their way to the sky for a second with a sort of reassurance that he would see the bird come back but he lost track of the thief completely. The area was a sort of hasty blur as a result of the atmosphere's quickened pace.
His muscles loosened considerably, though tightening and contracting in harmony with the small adrenaline rush. They weren't going where he thought they were, or were they? Blightghast glanced quickly back at the faded, sleeping bowl, but it was just a blur as he gazed back at the pumped Seraph. '. .Because we've a thief to catch.' It took him only a couple of seconds to process what they were actually doing. To pursue a winged thief with barely a color to even identify. Presenting themselves to the great, empty volcano seemed suicidal at first but it was too late to turn around now.
His muscles copy the stallion beside him and he jumps a little in anticipation of their gallop. His hooves dig their sharp ends into the dirt to gain leverage and bits of green and brown spray up behind him. Heavy steps pound against the grayed surface and he feels his body leaving his position shortly after the painted stallion does. Heavy branches and thick foliage scrape past him, but he remains unfazed from the rush that feeds his veins. Blightghast watches the black and white stallion barely lift himself from the thick forest but the surroundings are too restricted to let him do so. He can feel his legs scrape against thorns and rocks but he dare not loose the brute in this sudden haste.
Blightghast can faintly see the outline of the monstrous volcano behind the quick passing trees and his breathing slows for the fueled pursuit.
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