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Post by aleria on Oct 17, 2011 21:46:47 GMT -5
It had been a tiring journey, no doubt, after so long of traveling, leaving that land behind. The creatures had come in to his land, his world, ruining it with whatever creations they had made. He hated him, hated them with a burning fury, let their bodies be eaten by vultures. Cristo had fought them yes, fought them, killed some, injured others, tried all that was in his strength to do. But for some reason, there ways of fighting were different, nearly impossible to overcome, insane. Multitudes of them had flooded in, all come, to capture him. Tame him. He couldn't take that, couldn't take the impending horror of being tamed, turned into one of theirs.
And then, there was another dagger digging into him. Belle, the only one he could ever love, the only one that became a ruby in his heart. Yet, where was she? Where had she gone in this lone world, this universe? The sound of his hooves met softer ground, as he trotted into Flerangia Meadows, and felt the long grass swaying, brushing against his chestnut legs. He must have made a site, coming into these lands, his dark, loner eyes emotionless and hard, seeking, looking for her, and to make his life in wherever this place was, it didn't matter if it was a forsaken dump, though it wasn't that much exaggerated. Folding his golden eagle wings over his back, he walked through the long grasses, occasionally lifting his muzzle, taking in the scents of all the horses who had come here.
The scents were different from what he knew, entirely unknown, different, mingled with something of dark magic, and others. A familiar fragrance was hidden somewhere behind them all, and he searched for it, but, to no hope. Cristo wondered how exactly, and why his life always seemed to change so drastically, especially when any small bit of joy came in, which he had yet to know if he appreciated, and then again, came the misery, the anger that accompanied it. With annoyance, he watched a doe step out, accompanied by her almond eyed, young son, and after glancing at him quickly, frightened and alert, dashed off again, through the meadows, into some unknown territory.
The sun was high in the sky, and the sky itself was clear blue, with a few white clouds resting calmly high up, just a few wisps. It was warm, with a slight breeze in the air, and the entire meadow was filled with a peaceful silence, excepting birds in the high sky, chirping, and even screeching to each other, locating their mates, their family, their flocks. Almost too perfect, that he could sense the tension in the air, feel the discontent of nature, even though he didn't have the power to do so. It seemed unnatural, how he could be here, his form a shadow on the land, and feel something wrong. Then, a wolf howled. Cristo began to trot again, his eyes in search of whomever it was. Brethren...We await you. Their call was strong, and it drew him to them. It was a mingled chorus of wolves, howling, calling him there.
Perceiving, through the grass, the slinking image of wolves, and even father, wolves sitting back, their throats gleaming in the sunlight, raised to howl, to call for him. He broke into a canter, before finding where the sound came from, a entire pack of wolves, their amber eyes centered on him, watching, silent. Cristo's eyes sought out the Alpha, and he only watched them, before passing by, still feeling their amber-green eyes trained hard on him. The sound of ringing in his ears was difficult to concentrate with, so he shook his head, clearing his mind, and howled Belle's name like the wolf he was inside.
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Post by Dyzzie on Oct 18, 2011 1:07:27 GMT -5
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The air was warm, the sun high in the sky – which seemed to limit just where Belle could go. She rested in the shadows, willing the sun to lower to a less intensity, begging the puffs of clouds to grow into a magnitude. Anything – really, that allowed her more fun to run about in. She tilted her head, as she leaned against a tree, using it’s shade to hide her from the sun, as she relaxed in the jungle she’d long ago declared her friend. It was as decent of a home as she intended to look for, as she waited for Cristo to return to her. She felt the creamy wings, the same tone as her body, nestle slightly against her body as she looked around, her thick curls of red hair bounced around her limbs, as she waited. She closed her eyes, as she rested, slowly letting herself lower to the ground, protected by the dense jungle as she sighed softly. She was so desperate to see him again, to see the one stallion she didn’t mind being commanded by. She kept her eyes closed, relaxing as she leaned into the rough bark of the tree.
She let herself feel the natural world wrap around her, as she allowed herself to think about her missing mate. Just the thought of the word brought a smile to her face, bringing back the memory of just how he had ‘asked’ or rather commanded her to be such. He is such a peculiar stallion, but I’d take him over any other. She smiled at the memories of him, as she allowed herself to rest, her wings coiled tight, as a tiny fox wandered up to her, before peering up at her questioningly. The fox hesitated for one second before leaping up and landing on the mare’s back, curling up, and hiding her nose beneath the thickness of her white tail. Belle opened one eye, before smiling at the tiny creature, “I was wondering where you had gotten to, Flower. Did you find a meal worth eating, my sweet?” The fox nodded, not once opening her eyes; as she yawned and curled up tighter.
Belle fell silent, allowing her companion to rest and sleep – not wanting to keep her awake. She smiled softly, as she looked away from the fox and up towards the sky, waiting for the day to end so she could stretch her wings. She was desperate to feel the wind rushing through her mane, the joy of her wings catching a draft just right and letting her soar. She felt her wings twitch slightly in anticipation, as she slowly stood, careful not to knock Flower from her back, who was now sound asleep. She moved forward, heading out of the jungle, and risking it to enter the Flerangia Meadows. The last time she’d ventured into the meadows, she’d gotten in some trouble with wolves – not her favorite creatures in the world. In fact, they tended to scare her to death. Hence the reason she tended to freeze up and scare at the sight of wolves.
She shivered at the memory of the wolves surrounding the mare, and she, before she shook it from her head, walking quietly as she moved along. The grass moved around her, parting as she walked. Feathers gleamed slightly around her limbs, her curls bouncing softly as she moved along gently. Her steps were graceful, delicate as she moved, carefully measured as she walked along, before her ears perked at a sound that rose, freezing her in place. A chorus of wolves . . . . She froze, her body going rigid, ears perking, as she hid deeper in the shadows she walked in. Wolves. Why must there always be wolves. She began to edge out, creating a circle around where the wolves where, attempting to avoid them at all costs when a new howl hit the air . . . One that didn’t cause her alarm.
She was almost certain she knew that sound. She moved forward slowly, peering through the thick grass, until she saw the unmistakable form ahead of her. The stallion was large, mixed of chestnut and white, and she knew him in an instant. Knew why the howl was so familiar, knew why she suddenly felt safe – felt like she was home. She knew who he was . . . She knew he was finally here . . . . “Cristo . . .” She said nothing else as she paused for a moment, waiting to see if he’d turn around before she raced forward, cantering through the thick grass, sliding to a stop as she reached him, her eyes going to his, a smile finding its way on her face, “You’re here . . . . ” She said quietly, before happily pressing her face against his neck, before noticing that there was no more weight on her back.
She pulled away, as she looked around, before seeing the small white fox exit the grass, growling in annoyance, as it stared up at the two. Her tiny black eyes focused from Belle, to the stallion, before mewing and yawning, annoyed about her nap being interrupted when she was thrown off, but to tired to complain as she once more jumped onto Belle, catching the side of her flank with her claws, to climb up the rest of the way, before curling up in a ball on Belle’s back, no more the size of a small house cat, as she fell asleep once again. “That . . . is Flower.”
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Belle's thoughts
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Post by aleria on Oct 18, 2011 18:04:34 GMT -5
Remembering how Belle had always been delicate, her skin so easily able to be harmed by the rays of the sun, and partial to cloudy days and moonlight. When that came again to his mind, he cursed the day for being so bright, for being so sunny. Where ever she was, this was something that he couldn't stand, anything that would harm her at all. Yet the sky shone cheerily, as if it was of no matter that he was furious at it, though to the outsider, it didn't show. Perhaps the jungle that was right next to Flerangia Meadows had shade, and shielded all within from the sun, and with its fawning, overhanging vines and leaves provided shade. He paced through, occasionally biting out at any moving creature, who then fled in terror having seen his fangs. Brown and black wings twitched on his back, impatient, irritated, like their master.
Not knowing why he was so restless, he ended up stopping in place, his eyes watching the nature and flora around him, scanning, observing, for what he now didn't even know. A change in the scene, something else, instead of a flock of birds circling above, staring straight at him with their emotionless eyes, watching him cautiously. Then when the wolves approached, slinking, weaving so deftly through the grass that he could understand why he never even saw them approach, their gazes fastened on him. Each one of them looked alike, despite the builds, their pelts were identical, silver shot through with occasional white or black.
There was something so hateful about wolves, so cold, distant in personality to those not within their pack that Cristo made himself into, they were almost like his family, his society, that let him silently join them. Though Belle feared them, were frightened of their howling, their calls, the entire self of them, he could not entirely hate them. Monte Cristo had promised her, that he was murder every single wolf that was on the face of the earth, and he had done so, as much as he could, and now, these were the first ones that he had set eyes on in this land, so they could travel on, to where he knew not. When he howled, it had only been his anger coming out, but along with that, a impassioned cry for his mate.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone appear, as if materializing, and he thought her a figment of his imagination, that he had gone insane. She was here, and her soft angelic voice brought the words, “Cristo . . .” As she waited for him to notice her, the shade falling gently on her, in the middle of the grasses before she raced over, and a smile gracing her pale white face. “You’re here . . . . ” Belle laid her head on his chest, and he looked down with a glow in his eyes and a slight smile on his lips at the finely shaped head, the arched neck, the mass of red curls. "Belle," His voice was husky, "I told you I would come to meet you eventually...I've missed seeing you."
As she pulled away, he noticed movement in the grass, and a small fox stepped out, growling and darting a glance at both Belle and him, then leaping up and catching onto Belle's back, and curling up into a ball. Cristo saw the gradual rise and fall of the tiny fox's form as she fell asleep, presumably some sort of companion to her. "Your companion I suppose, she's quite small."
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Post by Dyzzie on Oct 19, 2011 11:37:26 GMT -5
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Of course, the sun just had to be shining on that one day where she’d get a chance to see him, to see the mate who’d sent her away to protect her. Oh, and how she missed him, how she’d been wandering, and waiting for him since she’d arrived in this place. She was determined to wait for him, to wait him out. He was her everything, and with out him . . . her life had little joy, very little joy. She wandered along the jungle, the cool shadows engulfing her as she wandering. The jungle was her sanctuary, a place where she journeyed to often to hide her from the harshness of the sun, that could so easily hurt her delicate skin, and eyes. All thanks to the damn genes, naturally. Her mother might have called it ‘Beauty.’ But, Belle? She called it ‘aggravating,’ Extremely aggravating. She peered up through the canopy, at the upper most layer which was tinged with gold from the bright sun overhead. The sun could rarely penetrate through all the layers of the jungle, however, and it was for that reason that she spent most of her time with in this land, protected by the abundance of trees, the lack of sunlight . . . the darkness. A soft mew had her attention turning towards the small, white fox; and a smile caressed her face as she watched Flower bat at her mane.
Flower had that naturally easy way about her, the way she seemed so sweet, and innocent, and should you embarrass her she’d use her tail to hide her face. She was merely, all together, far to cute for words. She giggled quietly, as she watched the little fox attempt to bat at a curl further away and almost fall from her perch on Belle’s back. “Careful, little one . . . But, thank you for the distraction.” She watched as the fox seemed to smile, before hiding slightly in her mane, curling up in a tight ball, and once more evened her breathing, so that Flower might fall asleep again. If that was ever a creature who liked to sleep, it was Flower. Especially when she could be nice and warm, curled up between Belle’s shoulder blades. Belle rolled her eyes, gently nudging the tiny fox before she began to walk again, heading towards the meadowy area. A hint of sun caught her coat, even at her attempts to stay in the shadows caused by the forest, and other items . . . which is why the field was not one of her favorite places. It was much harder to avoid sunlight when you were out in the open.
She sighed, even as she began to move quietly, she’d felt her wings betray her nervousness, quietly flinching and twitching on her back with the desire to take to the air, to safety. She fought the desire, knowing it’d be more dangerous for her in the sky, that she’d be more likely to be attacked by the fierce sun in it’s own heavenly plane. She shook her head, and forced herself to remain calm – in charge. Nothing could hurt her. Nothing. And yet – still, the sounds of wolves in the far distance where enough for her to almost loose her resolve. It was the other thing she disliked about this place, the wolves who lived here. Far from what she would call safe, that’s how she felt about this land. She tilted her head, before forcing herself to calm – of course that calm was shattered into a multitude of responses when she heard the cry, the call.
She’d been with Cristo for enough time that she knew what he was like, she knew – and attempted to embrace – the wolf in him. She knew the way he only opened up to her. She knew how he’d smile, and if she brought comment to it, he’d quickly claim that she imagined it, that it wasn’t real. She knew all of his stories, his folklore . . . Just as she knew him . . . Knew the stallion, the wolf, the mate . . . and she knew that cry. Cristo – there was no other explanation, and as she spoke his name, she waited for a moment, before racing towards him. She was never good at staying away from her Beast. She reached him as quickly as possible, leaning into him, catching the smile on his face, even as slight as it was. But she’d learned long ago that if she wanted to enjoy his smiling, that she’d be smart not to mention the smiles. And so, she made no comment, although her smile brightened in response to his slight one.
Belle, I told you I would come to meet you eventually…I’ve missed seeing you. His tone was husky, and she smiled, reaching up to touch her muzzle against his gently, “It took so long for your arrival, I began to worry that the creatures had done something to you . . . ” She said softly, before glancing him over as if to make sure he wasn’t injured in any way. She’d always had faith that he’d come to her, believing otherwise . . . it was hard not to have the faith at all. She knew he wouldn’t just leave her alone, and that if he hadn’t come for her, then something must have happened. He would never just not come . . . She pulled back, just as Flower came into view, giving them both a glance, and a growl before springing onto Belle’s back, where she happily fell asleep. Your companion I suppose, she’s quite small. Belle smiled, nodding, “Yes, we came across one another by accident. I rescued Flower from an eagle who was determined to make her lunch, and she hasn’t left me since . . .” She admitted, a soft smile on her face, as she looked down at the tiny fox, “And she is rather small, smaller than any other fox I’ve met. I’m not sure why, but she makes it work for her.”
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Belle's thoughts
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Post by aleria on Oct 20, 2011 17:23:19 GMT -5
It was always that when ever there was a particular event of his life that was sure to be filled with some sense of surprise, something that he would really enjoy for once, that another thing would come along and ruin it completely. And why? His life was rough and cruel to him, determined to eventually bring him down, ruin him in one way or another. So far, it nearly had, nearly gotten him captured and held back by carved trees. As if trees could hold him back from his freedom, or hold him back from demolishing the creatures themselves. That was impossible, idiotic, impossible to think of. The sun, it's bright rays shining as gloriously as possible, it's damned bright light blinking, and only moving just a little bit, as if the plants below needed any more nourishment. Then he thought of the land he had left behind, contaminated with creatures, and of the life he led. It had never been for a moment happy there, every night he lay to watch the moon, alone, a good deal of the horses having already betrayed their kind. So he had just left, there was nothing worth fighting for anymore.
Cristo stretched his wings, then folded them again, letting the sun warm them out, it's only use. Remembering the traveling, the trekking and plodding through snow, pushing on, then through other lands, even deserts, where Arabians cantered through, so well adapted. Eventually, he just let his wings carry him wherever, otherwise, perhaps even now he would be there, still only half way to here. Even though, it was worth it, all that, to find his way to her. It was like finding his soul, that to come, and see her well and not at all harmed....it was difficult to say.
Some could say that he was part wolf even, that on the outside he was equine, but within, a wolf resided. But that wasn't entirely true, it was only that their wisdom, their tales of how they came about, their predatory ways similar to his. Yet, unlike some cannibalistic horses that he had before seen, he remained vegetarian. Belle, well, she accepted his ways, which was entirely different, even for her fear of wolves, she could still love him. Her own past, was still a bit vague to him, but he knew of how her sire had been a bit...crazed, and how a stallion once tried to make her his, unwillingly. There was much he could think on, but, there was no point if thinking didn't change anything..
“It took so long for your arrival, I began to worry that the creatures had done something to you . . . ”
Monte Cristo watched the little white fox lying asleep on Belle's back with slight interest. Yes, we came across one another by accident. I rescued Flower from an eagle who was determined to make her lunch, and she hasn’t left me since . . .”
"Many stay close to whomever saves them, though it's a bit of a pity she's so small, and can't defend herself."
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Post by Dyzzie on Nov 7, 2011 10:55:00 GMT -5
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There was a sort of loneliness that can only exist when you're away from the one you love. A sort of distance foreboding. It had left her up at nights, filled her with thousands of questions. Is he alright? Well he come soon? Did he get caught? Is he hurt? Is he dying? And that by far had to be the most fearful part. To wonder if he's alone, in those lands . . . dying . . . alone . . . while she was safe, and mostly in comfort with in these jungles. Those thoughts haunted her mind day and night, especially when the days grew longer, the time away began to seem limitless, when she'd started to wonder if he'd ever return, and that had to be the second hardest question to ponder. Would he ever come back to her. A part of her heart, her soul; informed him he would. That he would always come back. He loved her, loved her completely and utterly, which meant that he wouldn't give up on her, on him, on them. And yet, there was still a part of her, whispering in the corners of his mind, Well then, where is he? And it was always questions like that in which lead her to curling up beneath some tree crying for what has yet to come back.
And yet, that meant little to her, for today . . . there was something else. There was something changed in her mind set, in her comfort levels. Something that told her . . . today would be a special, wonderful day. Something would happen to day to make it all better. She just hoped that it was an honest feeling, not something lost in time. She snorted, glancing up in the sunlight, before stretching her wings, feeling the sun linger addictively upon the outer edge of her feathers, desperate to get even the most brief feel of her. She shook out her wings, a few feathers dislodging to gleam gold as the light fell upon soft, lightly creamed feathers, before she tucked her wings in close. She glanced around, her pale cream on delicate red tone appearing far darker in the shade, then they would in the sunlight. But, alas, the sun was dangerous to her, caused her to burn, to feel the most horrific of pain at the exposure. She had little options to avoid the pain, and the best one was to stay towards the shadows.
It was how it had always been, and it had become second nature now, even as she took tiny risks to feel the light of the sun, stepping through lighter shadows to feel the heat, especially during colder time. She tilted her head softly, blue eyes watching the sun lit green meadows as she wandered calmly through the shadows. She longed to be part of the living, the normal horses who could play in the sunlight, enjoy such times, but there were little possibilities of that happening, not until Cristo returned. When he'd return to be her shadow, to let her feel the heat of the sun, and never be with in risk. She tilted her head; smiling warmly at the memory, as she wandered, and it was only then that she'd come upon him, found him, with in the sounds of the cries of wolves. No more a fitting place for one such as he, such as her Cristo.
They couldn't...it was just that time flies by when all there is is fighting. fighting. The thought had little comfort to her, as she moved closer, touching her muzzle to his neck, lipping at his mane delicately, her gaze a tad concerned as she licked his shoulder, "So, they never harmed you, they never touched you. You're perfectly alright, perfectly safe?" She smiled when his eyes moved to the tiny creature curled up with in the base of her mane, and she nudged the sleeping white creature, Many stay close to whomever saves them, though it's a bit of a pity she's so small, and can't defend herself. Belle suddenly grinned, tilting her head, "Now, Cristo . . . I stay close to you, because you can save me from anything, but does that mean I'm unable to defend myself because of my small size? Flower can handle her own, but that doesn't mean she doesn't like feeling protected. It's those large from herself she must work against." Belle responded.
The tiny creature opened one eye, her claws flexing as she snuggled deeper into the mane, letting the pale red threads fall over her pristine white fur. "Never let first glance judge what you say, Cristo . . . There's always a challenger deep down and ready to rise up." She responded, with a small grin, as she nudged her mate, "I really did miss you, though . . ." She told him, smiling softly, unable to do anything but nuzzle him happily.
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