Finally talking {PRIVATE}
Sept 18, 2014 2:34:23 GMT -5
Post by jodifarrow22 on Sept 18, 2014 2:34:23 GMT -5
Finally Talking
1. Kanu (Jodifarrow22)
2. Cael (Dawnscoming)
Plot-
KANU
The dark horse took a deep breath, calming himself down as his mind tried to roil him up. He was so unsettled on this Island that it was hard for him to sleep at night. He was constantly pacing, thinking, talking. It was all he could do to act calm and collected around the others. He didn’t need them worrying like he was- although he had a feeling they all would be anyways. A cool breeze enveloped Kanu and he shivered, his skin was freezing but his blood was boiling, which left him undecided about which temperature he needed more of.
He examined the lush grass underfoot, each vein, each droplet of mist and each blade of grass. He squinted against the thin layer of mist that lingered above the earth. It was early morning and he had gotten no sleep for the past forty hours, something that wasn’t so uncommon. He had grown accustomed to the side effects of lack of sleep and thankfully he was fairly good at hiding his inner turmoil from everyone else.
With a sigh, Kanu made his way over to the main group of Exiles that now resided on the Bachelors land. A stab of sorrow crippled his heart as he saw them all sleeping or chattering softly, all of them looked paranoid, uncomfortable and estranged. He knew they all missed home- as did he, and he promised with every atom in his aching body that he’d get each and every member home safely. Flicking his forelock out of his eyes he spotted Cael, looking over the herd as she usually was. He smiled to himself, she was being so strong and he admired that.
Softly placing one feathered hoof in front of the other, he made his way over to the dark mare with the fiery mane and tail. She too looked exhausted, with good reason.
“Hey.” He said simply, his voice sounded tired and worn, which it was. He cleared his throat in an attempt to cover up the fact that his throat stung every time he spoke.
CAEL
A heavy breath left the dark mares mouth as she stared up at the dimming stars. The once bright lights faded ever so slowly, choked out by the sun as it struggled to breach the horizon that overlooked the sea. The stars had been so beautiful last night, glittering like polished stones against the blackest shadows. With no moon they flourished, shining brighter than ever. Yet as morning came, the sun would have none of it slowly crushing their beauty until none were left. Perhaps the unicorns wanted it that way. They despised the Exiles, wishing for their suffering to linger. Had they not put them through enough? How many more generations would it take to stop this madness and just allow these horses to live in peace?
A sarcastic grin crossed Cael’s lips as she pushed the cynical thought from her mind. Of course this wasn’t punishment...the unicorns had long since vanished from the living plane and all that was left was cold-hard reality. Still, there was a warm feeling lingering in the lead’s heart for the old stories her grandmother used to tell her. The old mare, who had traveled the islands for all her life, had a wealth of words and knowledge to share with her granddaughter. Cael, even now, could care less of how much truth each story held and even chalked up most of it as the words of a story weaver. But no matter how false they were, they were the fondest memories of her childhood.
Gently the mare laid eyes on her restless herd, a hint of tension still lingering in the air. Even now that they had made it to lush pastures the threat of the Bachelors still loomed; or more the fear of being handed over to them. The deal that Kanu had made with the Bachelor Elites was nothing short of robbery and careless. The herd now lived in fear of being the next to be handed over to the brutal herd of stallions. Still, Cael knew they had little choice. Every horse would die of starvation if they were to return to the South. As foolish and terrifying as she felt the deal was, it was necessary to buy them enough time to figure out what to do next.
So lost in thought, Cael had not heard the larger stallion approach her from behind and his deep and sudden voice caused her to flinch. The momentary lapse in focus sent a jolt of anger though her spine, her ears slightly hot with embarrassment. This was no time for childish disputes though and as quick as the anger came, it left. The stallions sunken eyes told Cael he had not gotten much sleep that night either and a small bit of pity went out to her captain.
Casually, Cael nodded a greeting before turning back to look out over the water, toward the south. “I suppose the sun is almost risen so ‘good morning’ is a proper greeting.”
KANU
Had he really been up for this long? It had to be creeping up to about 45 hours with little to no sleep. This was not healthy nor was it good for his train of thought which right now was swerving off the tracks. He tilted his head to the deep velvet sky, stars were beginning to fade and he could see the claws of a new vibrant sunrise etching over the clear crisp horizon. He was generally good at keeping track of time by using the sky but these past few hours had just passed him by without any warning and his bearings were all over the place.
Kanu chuckled slightly, his nostrils sucking in the clean air of the Eastern Isles and coating his sooty lungs. It felt good to breathe air that wasn't toxic, and yet he would give up all the fresh clean air in the world if it meant going back home to where every breath drew them closer to death. He wanted everything to go back to the way it was, he wanted everyone to be safe and he wanted the Bachelors to return their stolen Exile to them. The guilt had eaten him up and spat him out, which resulted in him constantly beating himself up over the position the herd was in. Many a horse in the Exiles now despised him, some consoled him, no matter what he'd always know it would be his fault if anything were to happen to the Exiles by the hand of the Bachelors.
He hadn't properly gotten to talk to Cael, which was somewhat sad considering they were to make vital decisions of the herd together. Which they still did. He was feeling slightly drawn back from the decision making scene after the deal with the Bachelors, but he knew it wasn't ideal to be feeling that way about such an important job. He had always admired Cael though, she was so strong and did amazingly well at running a herd. She did a better job than any of the stallions on this earth.
"Well... I suppose so. Have the Bachelors-” He stopped abruptly, shaking his head slightly. All the two talked about these days was the Bachelors and the weather. He wanted to try and speak of something else for a change, something that may draw their nerves away from the main source of stress these days.
“How are you, Cael?” He said instead, his words dripping with sincerity and firm integrity.
1. Kanu (Jodifarrow22)
2. Cael (Dawnscoming)
Plot-
KANU
The dark horse took a deep breath, calming himself down as his mind tried to roil him up. He was so unsettled on this Island that it was hard for him to sleep at night. He was constantly pacing, thinking, talking. It was all he could do to act calm and collected around the others. He didn’t need them worrying like he was- although he had a feeling they all would be anyways. A cool breeze enveloped Kanu and he shivered, his skin was freezing but his blood was boiling, which left him undecided about which temperature he needed more of.
He examined the lush grass underfoot, each vein, each droplet of mist and each blade of grass. He squinted against the thin layer of mist that lingered above the earth. It was early morning and he had gotten no sleep for the past forty hours, something that wasn’t so uncommon. He had grown accustomed to the side effects of lack of sleep and thankfully he was fairly good at hiding his inner turmoil from everyone else.
With a sigh, Kanu made his way over to the main group of Exiles that now resided on the Bachelors land. A stab of sorrow crippled his heart as he saw them all sleeping or chattering softly, all of them looked paranoid, uncomfortable and estranged. He knew they all missed home- as did he, and he promised with every atom in his aching body that he’d get each and every member home safely. Flicking his forelock out of his eyes he spotted Cael, looking over the herd as she usually was. He smiled to himself, she was being so strong and he admired that.
Softly placing one feathered hoof in front of the other, he made his way over to the dark mare with the fiery mane and tail. She too looked exhausted, with good reason.
“Hey.” He said simply, his voice sounded tired and worn, which it was. He cleared his throat in an attempt to cover up the fact that his throat stung every time he spoke.
CAEL
A heavy breath left the dark mares mouth as she stared up at the dimming stars. The once bright lights faded ever so slowly, choked out by the sun as it struggled to breach the horizon that overlooked the sea. The stars had been so beautiful last night, glittering like polished stones against the blackest shadows. With no moon they flourished, shining brighter than ever. Yet as morning came, the sun would have none of it slowly crushing their beauty until none were left. Perhaps the unicorns wanted it that way. They despised the Exiles, wishing for their suffering to linger. Had they not put them through enough? How many more generations would it take to stop this madness and just allow these horses to live in peace?
A sarcastic grin crossed Cael’s lips as she pushed the cynical thought from her mind. Of course this wasn’t punishment...the unicorns had long since vanished from the living plane and all that was left was cold-hard reality. Still, there was a warm feeling lingering in the lead’s heart for the old stories her grandmother used to tell her. The old mare, who had traveled the islands for all her life, had a wealth of words and knowledge to share with her granddaughter. Cael, even now, could care less of how much truth each story held and even chalked up most of it as the words of a story weaver. But no matter how false they were, they were the fondest memories of her childhood.
Gently the mare laid eyes on her restless herd, a hint of tension still lingering in the air. Even now that they had made it to lush pastures the threat of the Bachelors still loomed; or more the fear of being handed over to them. The deal that Kanu had made with the Bachelor Elites was nothing short of robbery and careless. The herd now lived in fear of being the next to be handed over to the brutal herd of stallions. Still, Cael knew they had little choice. Every horse would die of starvation if they were to return to the South. As foolish and terrifying as she felt the deal was, it was necessary to buy them enough time to figure out what to do next.
So lost in thought, Cael had not heard the larger stallion approach her from behind and his deep and sudden voice caused her to flinch. The momentary lapse in focus sent a jolt of anger though her spine, her ears slightly hot with embarrassment. This was no time for childish disputes though and as quick as the anger came, it left. The stallions sunken eyes told Cael he had not gotten much sleep that night either and a small bit of pity went out to her captain.
Casually, Cael nodded a greeting before turning back to look out over the water, toward the south. “I suppose the sun is almost risen so ‘good morning’ is a proper greeting.”
KANU
Had he really been up for this long? It had to be creeping up to about 45 hours with little to no sleep. This was not healthy nor was it good for his train of thought which right now was swerving off the tracks. He tilted his head to the deep velvet sky, stars were beginning to fade and he could see the claws of a new vibrant sunrise etching over the clear crisp horizon. He was generally good at keeping track of time by using the sky but these past few hours had just passed him by without any warning and his bearings were all over the place.
Kanu chuckled slightly, his nostrils sucking in the clean air of the Eastern Isles and coating his sooty lungs. It felt good to breathe air that wasn't toxic, and yet he would give up all the fresh clean air in the world if it meant going back home to where every breath drew them closer to death. He wanted everything to go back to the way it was, he wanted everyone to be safe and he wanted the Bachelors to return their stolen Exile to them. The guilt had eaten him up and spat him out, which resulted in him constantly beating himself up over the position the herd was in. Many a horse in the Exiles now despised him, some consoled him, no matter what he'd always know it would be his fault if anything were to happen to the Exiles by the hand of the Bachelors.
He hadn't properly gotten to talk to Cael, which was somewhat sad considering they were to make vital decisions of the herd together. Which they still did. He was feeling slightly drawn back from the decision making scene after the deal with the Bachelors, but he knew it wasn't ideal to be feeling that way about such an important job. He had always admired Cael though, she was so strong and did amazingly well at running a herd. She did a better job than any of the stallions on this earth.
"Well... I suppose so. Have the Bachelors-” He stopped abruptly, shaking his head slightly. All the two talked about these days was the Bachelors and the weather. He wanted to try and speak of something else for a change, something that may draw their nerves away from the main source of stress these days.
“How are you, Cael?” He said instead, his words dripping with sincerity and firm integrity.
