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Post by Altair on Jan 28, 2006 12:26:11 GMT -5
As the rush of the waterfalls met her ears Altair only ran faster. Then she remembered the sinkholes and slowed to the fastest pace that was still safe in Astarte. Her breath came in deep rasps, and her coat was still burned from what had happened in the Sparse Forest. Sweat glistened on her coat. She had run all this way only stopping to catch her breath and graze a few times. She lifted her head to announce her return. She hoped Sept would not be disappointed, but she could handle it if he was. Every since she was a small filly she was always getting into mischief and then reprimanded by her parents. She would deal with it like that.. right? She still felt a touch of discomfort. Finally feeling safe well within Astarte's boundaries, Altair slowed into a very slow walk. While looking around for Sept and Flyte she would be heading towards the herd resting place. It would start getting dark soon, as the days ended earliest at this time of year. Her muscles were sore and stiff. She needed rest. A lot of it. She sighed. It was good to be back home in Astarte.
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Post by Altair on Jan 28, 2006 12:27:54 GMT -5
Wow.. I've had muse! Whoopee!!!!!!!!! -does a little happy dance and thinks that a muse party should be thrown-
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Post by September ‡ on Jan 28, 2006 12:40:10 GMT -5
[muse party! -dances with altair and throws confetti-]
Sept hung his head as he walked in the forest near the waterfall, thinking. His ear twitched as the sound of something, something other than the water. He looked up, hoping. There she was. His heart did a little somersault as he saw Altair. But.. No Book. Sept rushed to her aide, caring more for her well-being than the lost mare. His muzzle poked her neck in a nervous fashion, making sure she was okay. The disgusting smell of burning fur filtered through his nostrils and he shook his head distastefully. Altair. Are you... okay? Sept asked, taking a few good steps away. He frowned, looking around for Book. Did you find her? He breathed, scared of the answer that was to come. He bit his lip, turning around and looking at the sunset. Light began to disappear from Astarte, cold sweeping through it. It would be another chilled night. Sept shivered, closing his eyes and waiting for Altair's reply.
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Post by Altair on Jan 28, 2006 12:52:51 GMT -5
Altair stared blankly ahead. Startled out of her thoughts, she said. Oh, good evening Sept. Altair lowered her head Book was nowhere to be seen. Her voice did not contain much emotion, except sadness. But she did feel joy when she first spotted him, which had been ridiculously late. She saw Sept shook his head at the smell of burnt fur, and was slightly embaressed that he had seen her in such a lowly state. She brought her head to its normal position. Her burn started to sting, she had only gotten it this morning. She looked to one of the pools of water where one of the streams slowed. It was so tempting.. but she knew better. It was at the end of the day and it was winter. The waters would be frigid she would surely freeze, whether it be in the water or outside in the cool air. For now she just let the mist and moisture from the falling water soothe her. She was almost lulled to sleep from the regular pound of waterfalls, trickle of streams, rush of rivers, weariness, and feeling of being home and protected by a strong stallion. She was used to the noise. At first it had been a little displeasing, but now she found it comforting. She blinked and forced herself awake. She was not far from the herd's resting grounds, and she had a feeling Sept was not done talking to her.
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Post by September ‡ on Jan 28, 2006 16:18:19 GMT -5
Sept's ears flicked back for a split-second as he lowered his head and began to think. Altair.. He looked straight at her, raising his head to be level with hers. It's okay. I don't blame you for anything. He smiled at her, touching muzzles for a moment before drawing back. Snow steadily began to fall. Astarte's moist ground began to harden in the cold. The snow, only in smill wisps, piled up little by little. Sept looked up at the purple, blue, and black sky. The little sliver of sun soon disappeared and it was night. You need rest. He said sternly, leading the way to the resting ground, though he knew that she could have found it well on her own. Sept shook his head, beckoning her on. Then everything'll be okay.
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Post by Altair on Jan 28, 2006 19:45:08 GMT -5
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Post by Altair on Jan 29, 2006 0:13:21 GMT -5
That was the past
When Altair saw Sept's ears flicker back, she felt the harsh sting of failure add to the pain of her burn and sore muscles. She had failed. She had failed Book. She had failed Sept. She had failed Flyte. She had failed the herd. She had failed herself. His words soothed her a little bit, but did not do much. Sudden anger took over her emotions and mind. In her anger she needed someone to blame. Book. The mare had strayed from the herd in the place. The mare had caused so much pain in Sept emotionally. The mare had caused so much pain in Altair psychically and emotionally. Altair felt the heat of a resentment start to burn. But it was not entirely Book's fault, was it? A wave of emotion threatened to crush Altair. Disappointment, Failure, Happiness, Pain, Weariness, Scorn, and something she could not identify. Whatever it was it was bitter-sweet. The tune of Altair's life quickened to a whirlwind speed, that she was having a hard time to dance to. Something was eating away at her, that no kind words or feeling of home could stop. Scorn. This was not her fault. It was no ones. Her hot emotions cooled to form something much harder, and colder. Altair was feeling calm and cool headed. I hope so too. Her voice was flat and emotionless. The she realized that he might take it wrong, and quickly added I really do. Rest. Sleep. Sounded like heaven to her. That was all she needed, a break from life, and a chance for her sore muscles and burn to heal. They were at the resting grounds. With a groan Altair got into a comfortable position before slipping into dreams.
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Altair was having a fitful sleep. She dreamed that something invisible was chasing her, and she could not escape. She ran and ran, but it got closer and closer. It was now upon her.. it was gone. Altair's eyes flew open. She was covered in a thin veneer of sweat. She stretched and walked to a stream to drink the cool waters that were frigid, but clear and smooth. The cold of the water woke her up, brought her back to life. Feeling better, she walked back to the herd's resting grounds to go back to sleep. This sleep was deep and dreamless.
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Altair woke early in the morning. As the days were so short, light had not yet reached the sky but would soon. The sky was clear, but icy. Shivering in the early morning of the early winter, Altair trotted around to keep warm. With each step the saturated ground made a soft splash. After trotting she stopped to graze. She was terribly hungry, and it had been a while since she had last had Astarte's quality grass and water. She wondered when the others would wake. Yesterday and Book was behind her now. That was the past. This is the present.
This is the present. ooc: I don't like this post. It doesn't match Altair's personality so well.
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Post by Altair on Jan 29, 2006 0:15:06 GMT -5
Whoa. Did I write all that?
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Post by September ‡ on Jan 29, 2006 12:50:37 GMT -5
[hehe. i must counter-attack that post with a good one of my own! -sharpens typing fingers-]
Sept tossed his head, feeling rushes of different emotions, just as Altair had done. He felt like striking out. He needed to blame, he needed to fight back. The massive white stallion pounded away from her without saying a word, leaving her be to rest. He wanted no sleep. It would be fine... Snow began to fly, the cold sweeping into his eyes, the wind stinging his light coat. Since Astarte was so warm, he hadn't grown a full coat. Sept turned shoulder to the winter storm, standing by the muffled waterfall. Wind whistled in his ears, blocking out most sounds. It's all her fault. It's all her fault. Sept muttered under his breath, closing his eyes as the current changed direction and snow hit his face again. Exactly which her was not known. Book? Perhaps, she had disappeared without warning and caused much turmoil in his little herd. Altair? She had failed him in the search for Book. Flyte? No, Flyte had done nothing to receive blame. Sept shook his head, as snow stuck to his forelock and mane. It mattered not. He whinnied, a hollow whinny with no feeling in it. It echoed in the night, before rebounding on him tenfold. Sept opened his eyes, which he had feared would freeze shut, and turned to the basin. It reflected him back. The same handsome-lined face and deep brown, expressive eyes. And yet, something was wrong. There wasn't that same handsome face, it was lined with tire and sadness. And the eyes, they were as dull as they could get. Sept shook his head. Don't be silly. I'm still the same. I barely knew Book anyway. It wasn't Altair's fault she's gone. Perhaps... She found someone else. Sept smiled to his reflection, his own words soothing himself. That wasn't his voice, but the voice of reason. He shook his head, snow flying in what seemed like all directions. He turned, feeling renewed. this would be the part in a disney movie where he bursts into some sad song about life Sept shook his head again, shivering. Altair. He needed to find her. Though, he knew where she was of course. Resting, sleeping, dreaming happily. Without him. Sept charged through into the forest, bracing himself against the bramble bushes and finally approaching the clearing where her dark form lay. Sept felt it rude to intrude upon her sleep and decided to just watch over her carefully, until the sandman began to sprinkle dust over him. He laid down not too far away, his eyelids steadily falling over his eyes and Altair's body disappearing from view. He was falling, falling, falling- no. Flying! He was flying! Air began to push him up from the drop, bringing him closer to the clouds. Sept whinnied, tossing his head freely. Tears welled up in his eyes, drifting from them and falling behind him. It was lovely, he was actually flying. Astarte was behind him now, and only a full sky remained his future. He was falling again, into a deep black nothingness. Sept saw himself and realized it was not his body that was falling. It was his soul. As soon as he thought he had been grounded, Sept shot awake. Wind ruffled his mane, tickling the hair inside his ears. It was still night. But where had Altair gone? He lifted his head, seeing her at the stream. Had she had a dream like that too? No matter, he was tired still. Sept put his head back against the ground and fell back into the chasm. But it never ended, he just kept falling and falling... but no air came to save him. After what seemed like many hours, Sept finally awoke from the fall, blinking at the scene before him. No Altair. The snow was gone. Already? Warm sun came through the trees as he got to his feet, shaking himself. Ah, good old mornings in Astarte. Cold nights, lovely days. Sept walked from the clearing, passing the brush, and arriving in Astarte's whole. He saw Altair grazing. As he watched, hunger overwhelmed him and powered him to join her. Good morning Altair. Seen Flyte? He asked casually, before snagging the delicious greens with his teeth. He chewed it steadily for a while in thought then swallowing and taking another bite. He waited for her to talk, to hear her voice. Hopefully something full of expression, not that dull voice she had used yesterday. Sept would wait forever just to hear her talk...
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Post by September ‡ on Jan 29, 2006 12:50:58 GMT -5
[o...... m...... g...... wow. ^^;]
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Post by Altair on Jan 29, 2006 12:53:19 GMT -5
-faints at length and good quality of post- Alright, I'm working on a post.
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Post by September ‡ on Jan 29, 2006 12:55:03 GMT -5
[-sets back up on feet and hands a bottled water- hehe.]
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Post by Altair on Jan 29, 2006 13:17:38 GMT -5
ooc: -gulps water- Thanks
Morn' my lord. I have not seen Lady Flyte yet. I’m sure she’ll show soon. Altair said calmly. If she’s gone I’m not looking for her she thought, but knew it was a lie. Flyte was more a part of her than Book would ever be. Morning. Morning. How close it was to mourning. So alike, but different altogether. Morning, the innocent start of a new day, a clean slate. When the sun awakes from his sleep to light the world once more. Mourning, the word of woe and grief, a hole where something should have been. In a story like her dam used to tell her, never would innocent be so close to evil. And all this held resemblance to what was happening now. Book, which could be considered the ‘evil’ left the herd. Altair, who could be considered the ‘innocent’ went in search for her, and failed. Now Altair could be held close to the ‘evil’ for something she had failed to do, but had been an honest attempt. Morning, when you awake from the sleep that had calmed you from the world of woe, but the woe was last night. Could morning be ‘evil’ for awaking you from that sleep? Yet it is only the start of the next day, and one should not dwell in their past. But that is easier said than done. Now Altair did not feel the hot and cold emotions she had felt last night. Only a sense of strange calm filled her. As if looking from afar, looking back at something that had happened years ago.
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Post by September ‡ on Jan 29, 2006 19:52:23 GMT -5
[okay, i'm going to wait until flyte replies. if she doesn't, then i will. but she deserves to be entered in by now. ^^; nice post, btw.]
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Post by Altair on Jan 29, 2006 20:04:52 GMT -5
ooc: Okay. I agree. Thanks, yours was great too! I've had more muse than usual with Altair lately.
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