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Post by blightghast on Oct 6, 2014 1:03:43 GMT -7
The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing. A solemn face arose from the shadows that the trees cast upon the ground. The pointy knives upon his dome, erect towards the heavens as he gazed upon the grey sky. A single hoop, pierced through the right ear, dangled and shimmered as the light bounced and danced around it. The sound of shifting pebbles and crackling twigs crushed beneath him as he moved towards the great mountain afar. His coat was slightly dirtied from the day's trek, although not really noticeable considering his coloring was too dark to tell. The gold cuffs at the end of his locks chimed and sung a tune as they hit his each other.
"there is nothing here" he growled, stomping a hoof on the ground and raising the dust slightly around him. Trees and trees and trees and then the cloudy figure of a mountain, that is all he saw around him. His lips curled into a frown, he was clearly wasting his time here. A sigh rumbled from the depths of his stomach turning into a heaving sigh as it left his lips. He hadn't noticed anyone in the area and he wondered to himsef if there was anyone, period. His ears flickered only every so often, his steps eventually ceased, and he stopped to observe for only a moment. The forest was tight, tight with trees and bushes and foliage, it almost felt claustrophobic. His nostrils flared, his ears lay back on his skull. His eyes followed the dewy, white firefly that perked itself on the tip of his nose, "it's about that time you can start conversation now". Of course, he expected no interaction in return and that's exactly what he got.
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Post by Seraph on Oct 12, 2014 23:59:12 GMT -7
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It was cold. Not the bone-chilling, deep-set sort of cold, but the persistent briskness that subtly suggested that Seraph's surroundings would be much more ideal had they all been lit on fire. Fortunately for the foliage bristling around him, that scenario wasn't an option. Snorting his disapproval, the lofty stallion continued his foray through the unwelcoming forest. Seeming to sense his unfriendliness, the tress pressed in around him more closely with each step gained in the unfamiliar terrain, smothering him and snagging in the thick, stygian tendrils of his mane and tail. Sharp twigs jousted with his passage, and he cringed as thorny brambles caught upon his fetlock, drawing pinpricks of blood to the surface of his skin. Seraph was careful in his gait, each slender leg lifted and placed with utmost attention in regard to the fauna around him, but it earned him no favors in his traveling. The stallion halted, drawing his wings as close to his body as possible. There was no room to extend them here, nor any to fly above the thicket which entrapped him. This dense forest was no place for an equine creature, let alone one his size. Sighing almost soundlessly, he lifted his head, his teeth slowly gnashing together in frustration. His only option was to continue his trek. It was in this stillness that Seraph's attention was brought to the creature standing barely a few yards away, in no doubt a similar situation as himself. He smirked. At least he was not the only one troubled by this unnecessarily difficult terrain. Inching closer, Seraph seemed to glide with a noiseless approach until the unfortunate traveler was well within view. It was near enough to catch some of his words as the ebony horse - no, a unicorn - spoke to himself. Or perhaps it was to the light illuminating his muzzle; his firefly no doubt, and a surprising color at that. At first glance Seraph had assumed the stallion to be one of dark magic, but he could see plainly, now, that his appearance had been misleading. Dark hair bound by gold detailing hung in dignified clumps at his neck and tail, framing his slender bodice. It was his horn, and the curious metallic loop in his ear, which drew the most attention from him, however. While the unicorn's horn looked deadly, his accessory would prove to be the cause of a certain mishap. Whether it be by the teeth of another equine, or by the grasp of these tightly-knitted branches, he could not be certain. The sight of this stranger, though intriguing, was almost enough to convince Seraph to turn away. He didn't usually bother with social interaction, and he didn't see why this stallion should be an exception. The forest had begun to be tedious, however, and the company of another, whatever nature it might be, would distract him from his misery. Perhaps he could persuade the fellow to lead him out of the forest; walking in the wake of his path would ensure easier trampled terrain to navigate. Besides, if he attempted to leave now, he would certainly be noticed anyhow, and the forest did not provide any means of successful fleeing. It was decided, then. Seraph moved toward the lanky unicorn, his expression a mixture of guarded amusement. "I wouldn't say quite nothing." His velvety voice interrupted, smoothing its way into the atmosphere with Seraph just behind it. He tilted his head, a cheshire-like grin spreading onto his features as deliberately as his footfall, not ceasing his approach until he stood directly before the darkly-clad stranger. His eye bore into the mysteriously yellow pair across from him, searching with a baleful earnestness.
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Post by blightghast on Oct 13, 2014 14:07:19 GMT -7
The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing.
A rustle and the blurred sound of words caught him off guard and he swung around to face the stranger. His ears erect with curiosity. His muscles shivered and he exhaled deeply, softening his gaze. The realization that it may not be the predator he thought it was made him relax a little but the wide grin painted on the stranger's face made him re think his safety. 'I wouldn't say quite nothing.', he listened, narrowing his eyes and throwing his ears back against his skull. "What do you want" he replied pursing his lips into an ugly frown. The usual hustle of the central land was quiet and barren. This rarity should have been enjoyable but instead he was battling with himself to flee from the weird stranger.
Obviously male, the tall stranger presented colorful splashes of black and white. His crown was like charcoal and ash with strange spiraled etchings of bright orange. Blightghast peered around the overo creature and was met with the pleasantry of feathers. He stiffened and met his gaze with the pegicorn "I haven't seen your kind in a while" his words dry and pale. Shifting his gaze back to the forest he sighed apathetically. The gold cuffs at the ends of his locks jingled and chimed as he re positioned himself. Gold orbs gazed solemnly into nothingness and his body felt lazy and gross. No longer feeling quite as threatened Blightghast loosened his stiff posture. A familiar glow caught his attention and he spied the red bug. 'Red' he observed, 'of course it's red' he expected no less from the magma tainted brute.
Through his travels he only ever had the pleasure of meeting a few who possessed such a flashy ability. Stereotypically he assumed they were all the same, fiery, hot headed, temperamental. Perhaps this one was different but he doubted it. Daring the stranger secretly to prove him wrong he stretched his lips into a smirk.
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Post by Seraph on Oct 13, 2014 15:04:42 GMT -7
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“What do you want?”
Seraph's eyes still danced with a mad twinkle, an ominous luminescence fending of the shadows behind the slits of his pupils as he regarded the doubtful stranger before him. The too-wide grin having faded from his maw, Seraph's expression melted into a flat line, if only for a moment as contemplated his question. The stallion's words had sounded defensive, though they carried little fight within them. What did he want? One corner of his mouth suddenly quirked upward, twisting gradually as several suggestions flicked across his mind. The painted stallion lifted his chin, looking down upon his subject. A small bout of a deep chuckle rumbled in his throat as if the answer was obvious. As silence passed between them, it became obvious he wasn't sharing.
At first, it had appeared that the raven-like traveler had desired to have none of Seraph's company. He'd stood rigidly, as if he was a mere figure made of the black bark of the trees around him. He'd assumed that he'd startled him, but now, it became evident that perhaps this was not fear, but something else entirely. It was what had been in the stranger's own eyes that had dissuaded him from this notion. Apprehension, perhaps, but not fear. It was the deadness in the unicorn's eyes which caused Seraph's grin to falter, to slide from his face as if he had been caught talking to himself rather than another equine. As if his attempts at dramatics had all been but waste. He tilted his head questioningly as it lowered upon his neck, no longer stretching to the maximum of his height.
“I haven't seen your kind in a while.”
“Nor have I,” Seraph rebutted automatically, his voice tasting odd in his mouth after hearing the stallion's brittle comment. It had been so dry in texture that had it been a physical thing, it would have sounded much like dry leaves in the wind. What was it about this stallion? Seraph had once believed that creatures of light magic were all appallingly kind and bright in nature. How was he not of a darker ability? How curious.
Feeling his coy front slip from him, Seraph's expression hardened in a scrutinizing way, and he advanced toward his subject freely until a mere few feet remained between them. His weighted sigh and the lack of maintained dubiousness had flattened into something like apathy. Seraph frowned slightly; his presence usually made more of an impression. This fellow didn't care for his theatrics, nor the questionable and dark reasons that drove them. There was little enthusiasm or energy in his movements at all. Was he sick, or merely tired from his journey? He halted, his eyes narrowing.
“What ails you?” He questioned blatantly, making sure to sound slightly repulsed so that the stranger wouldn't be apt to think that he actually cared. “Had you mentioned you were sickly, I would have made more of an effort to avoid you,” he sneered, but it did not reach his eyes.
His firefly settled upon his horn, but he payed no mind to it this time.
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Post by blightghast on Oct 13, 2014 22:54:23 GMT -7
The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing.
'Nor have I,' Blightghast licked his dry lips as the male's wide smiles slipped from his face. The stranger advanced towards him freely for a few steps. Slightly startled by the sudden action he stepped back, his eyes quickly danced over to the pegicorn where his gaze remained unwavering. "Do you think closing the gap between us is a wise decision?" he replied tilting his crown slightly towards the stranger. There was nothing quite like pointing knives at a stranger. He narrowed his gaze, feeling slightly trapped without an immediate resolve. 'What ails you?', 'Had you mentioned you were sickly, I would have made more of an effort to avoid you' Blightghast curled his mouth into a weird confused frown, 'what on earth is this mad man talking about' he lifted his ashy knives away from the brute and eyed him curiously.
"Did someone kick you in the head when you were a yearling?" the blood in his veins rushed to his legs in a ready attempt to flee if his comment decided to earn himself a strike in the head as well. His muscles shivered once more as his posture resumed a stiff position. "If you must insist I am sick, perhaps it's your own presence that has caused these sudden ailments" his words much more aggressive than before. Blightghast almost startled himself with his own speech. Normally his behavior was never quite as passive aggressive towards unwanted company. Today he felt a little more snippy than usual and his language hinted such. He almost wanted to apologize for the sudden hostility but he knew the stranger would rebuttal defensively either way so he kept his feelings to himself.
His yellow gaze hinted a sudden apologetic plea towards the black and white male. Maybe it was the heavy air, after all Wintersage was on the border of that wretched forest, Alderwitch.
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Post by Seraph on Oct 14, 2014 0:02:17 GMT -7
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The stallion's snide remark, thrown into the air by his twisted, frowning mouth, fell upon unwelcome ears. Did someone kick you in the head when you were a yearling? For a brief moment, just a fraction of a second, Seraph's blood runs cold, as if the temperature of the forest engulfing them had all at once seeped into his veins. Oh, had they. Had they beaten and trod upon him, laughing in their mockery of his weakness. For all those years he had done nothing in his own defense, could have done nothing, until all that was left to break, besides his body, was his resolve. His bruised will had become this, contorting into something sour and repulsive. What did this incompetent brute know of that, with his own rolling, stagnant gaze? As suddenly as the stranger's demeanor had shifted from apathetic to aggressive, Seraph felt himself slip down a similar slope. He became still, but loose-muscled; not rigid, as the stallion before him, but completely and utterly motionless as his widened, almost horrified stare swiftly mutates into a hardened glare. The stranger's continued rebuttal, no doubt defending Seraph's own insult against him, was barely registered as the pegicorn finally blinked.
Outwardly, Seraph is aware that the bold stranger's body language is communicating his desire to both flee and fight, as if torn between the two conclusions. His legs seem unwillingly planted on the ground, ready to burst into action at the slightest notice. And yet, his stature has recalled its stoniness, rigid to the point of breaking. But his eyes. The two burning suns that were his eyes were filled with a new sort of life not previously seen, something that had formerly hidden beneath the surface. And the unexpected and surprising wrath in his words. These factors contradicted each other, and had Seraph bothered to observe them wholly, he might have made some conclusion or other. To think that Seraph had achieved such a reception might have pleased him some time before, but it was different now, for the stranger had made the mistake of resurrecting memories he'd spent so long suffocating in time. Though he likely knew nothing of what he had said, nor what it meant to Seraph himself, he couldn't bring himself to think he had deserved it, for all of his sinister acts. He didn't deserve it, did he, the way he had been pummeled into the grass, hapless in every battle. When he finally inhaled again, it was a shallow breath, but not enough of a relief for Seraph to determine as to who, exactly, was to blame for his failure to be accepted.
He didn't miss the apologetic tint to the unicorn's lessened gaze as he burst forward, knocking his shorter, but denser, crown into that of his opponent. Allowing the quick movement to be no more than a jostle, Seraph slid his horn down until their the flats of their heads nearly touched, locked together, and for a moment he was unable to recall the snarl from his lips, nor the ignited blaze in his own eyes as he stared intently and with such anger that he was certain his blood boiled with adrenaline.
“There's really no need to compliment me,” his words seethed through his teeth, lips withdrawn just hardly enough for him to bare his teeth. “though I'm flattered to be likened to a plague.” With his ears pinned back against his head, Seraph appeared to be anything but flattered, of course, and the mischievous glimmer which had played in his expression was long gone, replaced by something more serious. He made no mention of the stranger's earlier comment, and had not intention to. The fury which had driven him to act, however, was already quickly fading, leaving him with little more than an empty expression.
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Post by blightghast on Oct 14, 2014 18:34:19 GMT -7
The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing.
The atmosphere weighted down heavily and it almost felt claustrophobic. The air was thick like ice and his breaths were slow, deep and profound. His gaze did not waver from the painted fellow, daring him to make his first move, if he were going to. Golden orbs, like two suns shimmered as the light reflected upon them from above. Their previous subtle plea for forgiveness had only granted them half a second of response. A blink. Nothing more from his hints to take off and never come back. To leave and forget about the entire ordeal. Of course his own actions and words didn't help, but he was certainly willing to forget and just go his separate way. The last time Blightghast had to dirty himself for something so petty was when he still wandered through the Badlands with his family as merchants. Memories that took him back so long ago, but still wavered in the back of his mind that frequently left a bad taste in his mouth.
His thoughts took him away from the present but he was interrupted by an abrupt movement. The sound of a bony clang rang through his ears, startled, he stepped back. Their crowns met, closing the gap between their faces. Blightghast did nothing more than flare his nostrils in distaste. "Didn't I tell you it would be unwise to close the space between us" he growled, "unless you're into that sort of thing- and if that's the case then I can't help you, friend" he responded with a slight hiss. Blightghast supposed his earlier stereotype about the fire welder was true, though the situation wasn't entirely physical the stranger hinted something uneasy. 'There's really no need to compliment me' gold orbs closed at the rebuttal and he threw himself into a deep thought. 'though I'm flattered to be likened to a plague.' a smirk crossed his lips and he opened his eyes only to stare engrossedly at the male. "Sorry to disappoint, but I left all of my compliments at home today".
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Post by Seraph on Oct 14, 2014 20:22:47 GMT -7
Kill off this thinking, it's starting to sink in
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“Is it not equally unwise of you to remain in my way?” Seraph grumbled through clenched jaws with just enough volume to be heard. He'd not recoiled at the stranger's snort, the excitement of a fight having more or less left him. The pegicorn was left only with faltering traces of his fiery behavior, feeling his mind resume to its usual coldness all too quickly.
“By the looks of you I wouldn't have assumed you had a home,” He replied thickly, his voice still taut with the tension of his waning anger. His eyes narrowed accordingly, becoming mere slits for an instant, before falling back into normality in a flash of an analytical gesture. What remained was an open stare, almost void apart from the ashes of the anger which had displaced him. The raven-haired stallion at the end of his horn smirked at him, but he did not return this invite to be irritable. His mouth had become a flat, unreadable line.
“. . .Why else would one wander this wretched place?” Seraph's tone shifted into a more thoughtful one, albeit dark, as he broke their eye-contact carelessly. It had almost pleased him that the unicorn had had the boldness to return an even glare – not many were as willing as he had proved himself to be – but he threw the notion away with little thought as he regarded the forest for a few moments. The landscape had made even his own delicate travels cumbersome and heavy, and he felt weighed down by its oppressing atmosphere. It all looked the same to him; identical trees, and leaves, and thickets. Had he not been following the descending sun, he might have gotten lost. It was bothersome to journey through this place, but at very least he'd come upon a stranger with enough confidence to rebel against his hate. But their exchange would only last so long, going on the path he had directed it into since their meeting.
Sighing, he weakly knocked the stranger's horn again in finality, his well-practiced loathsome glare flicking to the glowing yellow orbs across from him. It occurred to him that he didn't even know this stranger's name. He paused, one of his ears flicking forward in question, but his lips were pursed against his thoughts. It was unlikely he'd give one, anyways – not that he would have asked. He made a small movement to retreat, like a shark inching back into the depths. Their horns no clashed against each other. With his fresh anger having faded into his usual bout of ready retorts, Seraph was left feeling tired.
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Post by blightghast on Oct 15, 2014 17:35:00 GMT -7
The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing.
'Is it not equally unwise of you to remain in my way?' his ears feel back but without much force he let them perk back upwards again. He remained silent and did not respond to the pegicorn's comment. 'I already warned you once, so don't throw it back at me' a low growl rumbled at the back of his throat. His patience had reached a certain limit, but now he was just tired of this back and forth game. 'By the looks of you I wouldn't have assumed you had a home' ears fell back again as the verbal assault pricked him like a needle. His breathing faltered back down to a light rhythm and his thoughts wandered to other places. His mind played out a similar scenario where he simply said he's how do you do's and left the stranger where he stood.
'. . .Why else would one wander this wretched place?' Blightghast returned to the present, his ears perked slightly. "Not all who wander are lost- or in this case, without a home" he remarked cooly. The word wretched echoed in the back of his mind. The land that housed the great mountain had its flaws, but he saw it as a rather peaceful abode when no one was around. It was much better than those central lands, North of here. A low grumbling nose ricocheted around in his lower belly reminding him he had barely eaten a thing today. His gold orbs did not acknowledge his body's plea for nourishment and he continued to stare weakly at his current situation.
A sigh sought through his ears and a weak knock to his horn regained his interested. The stranger seemed to slip back, their crowns no longer clashing. As a slight relief Blightghast's composure softened and his muscles were no longer tight with angst. Dipping his horn loosely and then bringing it back up comfortably to his normal position. A quick sigh escaped his now open lips and he looked at the male with a slight curiosity. "How did you end up here" he asked lazily.
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Post by Seraph on Oct 15, 2014 20:16:42 GMT -7
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“Well,” Seraph returns, sarcasm roughening his words, but not unpleasantly, “lucky you.” His expression falters as a deep rumbling breaks his thoughts, and Seraph realizes the sound is rooted in the stranger's stomach. He says nothing of it, and nor does the unicorn, his pair of yellow orbs not even acknowledging his hunger.
“I walked,” Seraph replies flatly to the stranger's placid question, an amused taint flicking across his features. It quickly folds into something more reflective, almost youthful as his jaw slackens. His gaze falls to the ground, the stranger's tired sigh still hanging in the air around them. Scarlet eyes raise up again to the onyx stallion, meeting his curious stare defensively. His receding stiffness prompts Seraph to speak; he is almost glad for the relaxing tension, however it had happened. While he'd known that the stranger's question had requires some other sort of explanation, he's not sure that he has an answer. Without a home, there exists no sentimental ties to bind him to any particular place, let alone this one. “. .Just passing through, really.” Yes, his life thus far had been just that – a long, tedious walk.
He wondered how much longer he had until his path ended.
“And what of you, stranger? If you've a home, why bother treading through this place?” He asked, picking up a few pieces of his former mischievous liveliness, but failing to restore it completely. His earlier lashing-out had drained him – or was it the presence of this individual, seemingly as tired as he was? He eyed the light-colored firefly hanging about him, swooping through the air in deliberate strokes. Ventum. Seraph still couldn't shake the impression that the stranger would have made a much more compelling Obscuro, considering his dark aesthetic. Somehow the small insect suited him; a start contrast against his coal-black coat.
The painted stallion retreated slowly into the surrounding trees, a few feet now separating the two equines in the shade-dappled, silent forest. Lowering his head upon his shoulders, his eyes no longer blazed with ignited fury. He soundlessly regards the stranger, his ears pressing half-heartedly upon his skull. After a few moments he speaks.
“Is it really so difficult for you to find something to eat?” He snorts in an uncommitted way, his voice taking on an almost accusing tone. It's none of his business, but he can't help himself from biting back the observation. The stranger is in a nearly malnourished condition, or so it seems, with his ribs clearly visible beneath his thin sheet of skin.
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Post by blightghast on Oct 18, 2014 0:50:19 GMT -7
The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing.
He stiffly acknowledged the male's response with nothing but a flicker of his brilliant yellow eyes. His ears caught the vague last bit of the reply, something about being lucky? if he supposed this life was lucky, then maybe he had hit the jackpot. It certainly didn't feel very prosperous though. The life he had once flourished with had long decayed along with the memories he still dearly held. The present was dull and stagnant and his existence was nothing more than a wisp of nothingness. Living his life one day at a time with almost nothing to live for. Licking his chapped lips he gazed just passed the painted stranger, two suns now pale and cloudy.
'And what of you, stranger? If you've a home, why bother treading through this place?' Blightghast lifted his dome but said nothing. His blackened crown pointed to the heavens with a dull shine. Talking about his own life seemed meaningless. They would simply exchange banter, say goodbye, and then get nothing from it. 'This is pointless, but I have nothing better to do' a deep sigh rumbled from the back of his throat and he glanced back at his company. "I had a home, you could say everywhere is my home now. But my life shouldn't be of interest to you... and I'm not really one for simple conversation with a stranger you know." his voice was stern but it hinted the relaxed softness of his usual tone.
The sound of retreating steps perked his waning interest. A visible space was now between them and the threat of an aggressive out lash appeared to be gone, just like his own it seemed to have been lifted by the warm breeze. The flashy glow of a red firefly danced around its owner and Blightghast turned to peer at his own with a yearning want. Wind fuels fire does it not?
'Is it really so difficult for you to find something to eat?' the question startled him and his previous thoughts scattered away. Blightghast stared half heartedly towards the brute but ignored the question entirely. His eating habits were of no importance to him and talking about it was something else on its own completely. "I am Blightghast" he responded meekly, dodging the previous question purposefully.
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Post by Seraph on Oct 18, 2014 14:05:39 GMT -7
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“Oh, we're exchanging names, now?” Seraph ridicules, but in a lazy manner, with little kindle to fuel his words. Feigning disinterest, the painted stallion's ears tilt towards the back of his head. The scarlet orbs beneath the forelock overshadowing his face suggest a hint of curiosity, however. He hadn't expected the stranger – no, Blightghast – to answer his question, but this subtle turn in events had not been anticipated. While the unicorn adeptly dodged his inquiries, to have given him his name was a profound and startling measure which Seraph would have never predicted. It was a gesture no wayward individual had ever offered him since his departure years ago, if not with good reason. For a few moments, he can only stare at the unicorn incredulously beneath the dappled shade of his near-isolation.
“I thought you weren't one for 'simple conversation'. If that is so, why bother with the introductions now?” He mocks, his brow raising. Seraph supposes he's not likely to answer this question either, but he won't be disappointed if he doesn't. Despite their initial lashing out, he was reasonably pleased with Blightghast's quips; for the most part, Seraph spoke only to continue the sluggish bubbling of conversation between them. There was nothing else to keep the duo from departing from each other's company; he quickly concludes the stranger would be eager to do so on any account. If this is the case, the pegicorn would find himself wandering on his own again until he managed to find an exit to this labyrinth of timber, however long that would take. He huffs, snorting his disapproval openly.
As Blightghast's shadowy crown is raised to the air, scouring the sky itself, Seraph watches with a withdrawn gleam in his eyes. He allows his wings to stretch out along side him, flexing the stiffness from his joints and frowning as they brush up against too-close tree trunks. Sliding them them against his back once more, his attention shifting to the stranger who seemed to repress both his movements and emotions. Blightghast was a difficult creature to read; Seraph was used to being able to guess at the motives and thoughts of strangers, all of them displaying this information in a foolish, open way. The onyx unicorn was not like this at all, however. Though he should have felt at odds with this disadvantage, Seraph instead felt unsuppressed. While Blightghast wasn't amused nor afraid of his malicious tendencies, Seraph had the rare opportunity to let his guard down, if only slightly. Besides, the stranger wanted nothing to do with him -- that much was clear.
“It's Seraph,” The pegicorn eventually states, the constant glower in his eyes slightly lessening – he hadn't spoken his own name for as long as he could remember, “since you're so willing to offer yours.” He grins in a poisoned-apple sort of way, his expression dripping both genuinity and falseness.
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Post by blightghast on Oct 21, 2014 18:12:22 GMT -7
The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing.
'Oh, we're exchanging names, now?' Blightghast promptly rolled his eyes at the remark. His attempted niceties seemed to have slapped him back a little but his attitude reminded him that he didn't care. The surprise introduction may have simply been his way of avoiding anymore confrontation. Though he convinced himself this is what he needed to do to get free of any real injuries, a little prick in the back of his mind told him otherwise. The lame excuse he called company, which leaned towards temporary, at the moment was all he had and he felt like keeping it for a little while longer, at least.
Boredom was one way of describing it, but loneliness was probably a better word. 'I thought you weren't one for 'simple conversation'. If that is so, why bother with the introductions now?' A raise of an eyebrow and a snort was all Blightghast needed to be on his way. A light smile creased his lips and he laughed half heartedly in a deep, bubbly sort of way. "Aren't we both just... bored?" he replied, half acknowledging and not entirely answering the question. Feeling as if this may be his cue to leave he shifted his feet to the right in an attempt to turn and leave.
'It's Seraph' he stops at a half turn and cranes his neck to the stranger- well, not so much a stranger anymore. Two suns gleamed at the painted male with slight interest. 'Mock me for saying my name and now you do the same thing?' his mind urged him a little to point it out but he kept his mouth shut in fear of another outburst between them. He ignored the last remark and his body turned back around to face Seraph with a willing gaze. "I take it you don't have many friends..." he teased with a serious expression painted over him.
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Post by Seraph on Oct 21, 2014 20:35:30 GMT -7
Kill off this thinking, it's starting to sink in
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“Always,” Seraph had lamented in something near a murmur, his grin souring into a dull frown. His front hoof scraped at the dirt beneath him at he pawed at the earth quietly, disrupting only a few leaves in doing so. He'd turned his face away at the sound of the unicorn's footsteps, guessing he'd finally had enough of their bickering. Wait, Seraph had wanted to demand, baritone laughter ringing in his ears. But he hadn't. He'd glanced quickly in Blightghast's direction, his eyes becoming airy planets as a foreign uncertainty overwhelmed him. There was no reason for the stranger to linger here; he'd given him no reason to do anything but the opposite. Clenching his jaw, he ground his teeth together, the muscles in his face constricting and flexing in an unappeased manner. He could not stand another moment of the prickling sensation of anxiety in his stomach; nor could he justify it. This stranger was no different than the countless others he'd encountered over years of nomadic travel. Without a doubt, Seraph annoyed him as greatly as he had anyone else. But as the unicorn began to depart, Seraph lowered his head slightly in incomprehensible loss; a wasted opportunity. He did not understand it.
And he hated not knowing.
And had he spat out his name any later, perhaps he'd never know why. As Blightghast turned towards him once more, addressing him in what most decidedly was a derogatory comment – could it have been anything less, passed between them? – Seraph could not manage to feel anger, but instead relief. Yet another moment was spared of his solitary wandering, even if it meant being bound to this solemn, and often cruel, exchange. He dually noted the bland seriousness within his golden eyes as he spoke; Seraph hesitates before replying, his expression somewhat analytical.
“Friends? Mm, no,” The motley-coated stallion at last returns, not bothering to regain the prideful posture he was so accustomed to. His eyes become slitted, if only for an instant, as his face pinches up in disapproval. While the random observation had caught him off-guard, he is more or less ready with a quickly formulated reply as it is ejected from his mouth like artillery. “Not really my field. Not that I see anyone bouncing around at your side,” He remarks neutrally despite his words, his brows folding in against the red pearls beneath them.
Rich cherry irises pinpoint the white speck of light revolving around Blightghast's coal-black form like a haphazard moon. He'd been talking to it, hadn't he, upon his arrival? Seraph a thoughtful smirk crosses his features, guarded and yet amused. The insignificant creatures locked to their auroras – their fireflies – might have more use to them than first imagined. Not only did they signify one's magical affiliation, they were literally and metaphorically a light in dark times. It was almost comforting – almost – to believe that equine such as they could never truly be alone, for there would always be one tiny, unimportant creature to loyally stand by their side until the day of their destruction. Seraph's own firefly blazed like a slip of flame upon the forelock where it had come to settle, losing itself in the multiple jet-black strands covering his face.
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Post by blightghast on Oct 27, 2014 1:56:51 GMT -7
The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing.
His nose scrunched and his lips cracked with a solemn frown. He was left with much regret over the hassle between them a few minutes earlier. Days of built tension is the only thing he could blame his blatant negligence and angst for. He swayed his hips to the side and slapped his tail to his sides. The gold cuffs at the ends of his locks chimed as they hit his ebony hide.
'Friends? Mm, no' Blightghast watched the painted stallion slit his expression for a moment, 'Not really my field. Not that I see anyone bouncing around at your side,' Blightghast gleamed and a slight smirk fell over his face. His eyes averted from the brute and stared quietly at the pearl colored firefly hovering over his shoulder. "I suppose it isn't much of a friend but its something" he commented, gazing back to Seraph.
Maybe this god given bug was a friend, the only friend anyone would ever need. At your side from birth and there when you laid down to leave the world. It was never in the way... never a nuisance, well to him at least. He knew one day all of his talks with the little pale colored fly would pay off.
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