[ What Do You Have To Say? | Ni'Srilan: The Desert ]
Posted by Se. Formaldehyde on February 4, 2009, 4:07 pm, in reply to "in the heart of a storm; hypatia; any"
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The shifting sands whistled relentlessly across the dunes, those unstable hills that would alter in size and shape whenever they wished. It was an obscene whim of the very winds- it was their decisions, these breaths of the sky, that would alter the world that was the desert. The grit that made up the distinct amber glaze of the desert was moving in whiplash speeds, never remaining determinedly in one polar direction for long. Instead, many of the streams of sand seemed set on entangling themselves within the strands of my long dark mane. The ash that would dust from the locks occasionally, however, was from a separate entity entirely. Wheras the sand came from the earth around me, the ash would crumble from my very hair, and every once in a while, a lick of flame, just a nice, warm orange flare, would illuminate my dark pelt.
My hooves deftly hardened the earth around me with every surefooted step; I was busy exploring this place, this territory of the lawless. The horses who had no consequences, and yet somehow remained together, firmly standing strong with probably the largest army of Golds and Silvers around. Despite my overall dislike of such a bashful, not-so-blissful palace of orange, brown, and sand, I had to admit. I held admiration for the inert skill of all the Vipers, be they Warriors, Scholars or Spies. My thoughts wandered absently back to my friends in Andarin. Of.. Of Wicked, now. But she passed through my mind without hesitation; because, ultimately, I was ashamed of what I had done. How I could have become so confused. But then, the beautiful little mare, her pale coat, her awkward actions, her sing-song voice. Skylar's white rose grew from beside her, and she smiled. It was a memory of mine, one of which I held dearly close to me.
And then, something caught my inked pools of forlorn tension- my Earth trifled slightly, rumbling i nexcitement upon noticing her Lightning. My Earth, much unlike others' I had experienced, relished the Lightning elementals, and wished only to play. However, it could not deviate from the price of being what it was; though it wished to frolick dangerously with this mare's Lightning, I knew the penalty. Her element would not be able to fend my excited Earth off, so I subdued the earthen trait within me, calming it. My Fire, however powerful it had become since my recent adorning of the flames, balked in the face of her Water.
Some thought approached my mind, and my pools of inked ebonite lightened slightly. I recognized her. From where? It seemed so long ago since I had witnessed the mare traversing the mountains. And then, her name came to me. So much had gone whistling through my ears that I hardly dared to think anymore- memories were for the most part unimportant in my new duties, new cycle of life. Haltingly, I broke into a trot, descending from a sand dune, my blue roan pillars landing firmly with the help of my Earth.
My white raven had, a while ago now, decided this desert was, and I quote, "Like the deepest darkest depths of hell." That wasn't the most colourful of his vocabulary, as Grimm had a malevolent tendency to resort to... Critical words for his descriptions. His favourite, simple, but equally insulting word was just "Idiot". Kindly enough, I was the only horse he called such.
"K... Kaspara..?" my baritones were tired and cracked from the sheer heat that enveloped this sparse land of sand and few trees. I could not believe my eyes; she had grown more, and a wave of devotion rekindled within me. I slowed my blue frame, dipping my head to her in greetings, though I hed back a grunt as my Fire ignited agitatedly within me, pleading to back away from her Water, while my Earth retaliated with a hunger for her Lightning. Having no experience with the alternate minds of my dual elements, it was difficult to think for myself. SOmehow, I remained steadfast, clenching my teeth slightly as my Fire rebelled and ignited my mane. Though my mane did not burn to a crisp, but rather beccame flame itself, I felt a tad silly. After all, it was obvious I was experiencing inner-conflict- my mane was billowing wildly, white hot, and after a moment, I stamped my hoof. In response, my tail let out a crack and it, too, ignited. Averting my eyes in embarassment, and my Earth chortling in amusement beneath me, rumbling ever so slightly, I managed to speak. "It's been a long while. What brings you... To the desert?"
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