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Post by Phoenix on Jan 20, 2010 21:02:13 GMT -5
mordecai
BLUE SKIES AHEAD
the sun will come out, wait and see
and the feeling of the wind
in your face can lift your heart
theres nowhere i'd rather be [/color]
The wind whistled across the open water, fast enough and low enough a path of water spraying out either way was formed. It was an odd occurrence, and it was certainly not natural, but the being who was making it didn't care. He rode the winds, and they did what he asked of them. This was his domain, his and his alone. None could out do him e loved it.
His light, airy chuckle echoed across the beach, bouncing around in the air as the stream of wind turned toward the sand, materializing into a stunning black ad white overo stallion, who took no hesitation to running in the sand. He was already running when he hit it. After a few strides he began leaping and twisting in a bucking fit before coming to a stand still, exhilarated and over joyed at his freedom.
It wasn't a new thing, but he never got over how wonderful it was, to appear and disappear on a whim, to ride the wind and the storms. It was his life, though, it wasn't really life, for he was an imperial, an equine who had already died. He could interact with the mortals, of course, and it was what he lived for. He had never been able to let go of this world. He did enjoy the perks, though. He could run for hours, and the energy for his power was unlimited. Even now, after having been running out over the sea for a few hours, no sweat glistened on his body. And he was far from done, for it was only mid-afternoon. He set off at a prancing trot across the glittering sand, hoping to see someone, anyone. He longed for conversation, as always. And he had a feeling he always would.
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Post by Outlaw on Jan 21, 2010 10:48:12 GMT -5
 There was on occasion glimpsed through the tumbling stone and warming air, a pristine white marred by a splattering of midnight spots. But as swiftly as the visage appeared she would disappear, ghosting through the sandy landscape as she traveled with no real destination in mind. Leaving little trace she had ever existed. There was a pause, a simply ceasing of motion, strangely enough for her the pause came out in the open. Dark quiet gaze drifting off over the playful waters and even the more strangely dancing winds. The elusive mare's weight shifted, breaking the unconscience pose to drifted through the open pathways that followed the contours of the beach. Night bespeckled twins kept a near constant state if motion. Even relaxing she still was ever alert. Banner of moonlite silk slapped at a sleek equally spotted flanks.
A single soldier abandoned its post twisting around to cast the sound of an air laugh, again that gaze was drawn towards the oddly shifting winds who did not seem to be moving with the natural currents of the air. Eyes would widen at the sudden appearance of a stallion, painted with night and light. Cranium swung round to openly stare at the beings sudden existance, and his even more wild dance. It was a strange land she had come across it would seem, flying stallions aside.
When his form finally stood stock still, peering up and down the beach, she knew it would be only a matter of time before her spotted pelt would be detected. Only seconds to decide, to run from the unfarmilar, or to sate her curiosity and wait. Whipcord slapped at muscled flanks, the likelyhood of being discovered increased with his action. Heart skipped a beat within that deep chest, muscles twitch uneasily, all signs would normally lead to a skittish equine. But not in her case, no, she was simply shy, especially around the males of her species. Before he drew close enough to notice the telltale signs, Solarus settled her frame. Waiting patiently to see if notice would be taken of her average form.
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Post by Phoenix on Jan 21, 2010 11:02:28 GMT -5
mordecai
BLUE SKIES AHEAD
the sun will come out, wait and see
and the feeling of the wind
in your face can lift your heart
there's nowhere i'd rather be [/color]
His hooves moved lightly over the sand, none of it holding him down, slowing him, as it would with most. It almost appeared as if he hovered so slightly over the ground itself, even though that was far from true. At least, right now it was. Hovering in mortal form was also a past time of his. He didn't sleep, and he needed activities with which to fill the time, after all. It was boring in the imperial realm, the others were far too serious for his tastes, especially the older ones. However, these thoughts didn't last long as his blue eyes caught sight of the mortal mare, her coat white with flecks of black, near opposite of his, with a singular exception; His flecks were not spots, but splatters of the contrasting color. He snorted softly and slid to a graceful stop a few feet away, eyes still showing a youthful soul, though he was most certainly full grown in size and stature.
There was something unfamiliar about her, and the scent the winds carried to him. It was not Dia Noche, no, he was certain of that fact. She was new. He knew the smell of every corner of this land, after his many years mingling with them, riding the winds with them. This one was unfamiliar, so it was the only other option. His ears stood straight up, tipping forward, and he nickered softly, giving her a welcome.
Welcome to Dia Noche, miss.
He waited for her reaction, tempted to share his name then and there. But perhaps she would prefer to ask questions first. And, if she did, he would answer. He was there as a guide, in a way, being an imperial as he was. He was meant only to guide those of the wind, but that was too plain, too boring. He was always crossing the boundaries and helping those with other powers. He wondered which she had, if she had any at all. It wasn't air -- He would know, he would sense it. It was his element, after all. He would have been the one gifting it to her, not the land, even if he didn't realize he had.
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Post by Outlaw on Jan 22, 2010 8:52:42 GMT -5
Midnight optics remained on the painted brute making his..a quick blink, was he..floating?!? The slightest widening of those eyes echoed the suprised shock that coursed through her body. Cranium pivoting atop its muscled pillar at the unexpected welcoming. The moment of fear had long since passed, replaced by her vivid curiosity.
Vocals slipped past cream and ash lips, the smooth lyrics held hidden beneath its tranquil velvetiness a hesitation. There was that shyness kicking in. "Thank you.." A pause though brief was heavy with her internal debate before finally giving in and speaking once more. "Pray pardon, sir, but your...." Soldiers flicker back, then returned to their posts, trained on his dual toned form. "Floating.." The puzzled curiosity effectively hid the shy quality. Often times she would have completely ignored the stranger. Passed by without a second look, not because she was a rude uncaring soul. Quite the opposite, in an effort to guard against the pain, to shield herself from the heartache she had experianced once before.
Still her curiosity won out over the need to avoid contact. Skull dropped muzzle outstretched towards his hooves, that was until she realized what she was doing. A flush of embaressment would have been seen save for the smooth expanse of snow fleck with ink. Throat cleared, gaze avoided meeting his. "Forgive my rudeness sir, I am Solarus." An attempt to distract him from her earlier blunder.
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Post by Phoenix on Jan 22, 2010 11:32:49 GMT -5
mordecai
BLUE SKIES AHEAD
the sun will come out, wait and see
and the feeling of the wind
in your face can lift your heart
there’s nowhere i'd rather be [/color]
Amusement flashing across his features at her surprise, thinking it was solely due to the fact that he had appeared out of thin air, literally, and he was, indeed, real, not a figment of her imagination. He hadn't even realized he was actually floating, it came so naturally to him. So when she pointed it out, he actually bothered to pay attention to what his power was doing and found that, indeed, he was.
It would appear I am, yes.
He let himself settle back down onto the ground, standing on the sand like any normal equine would. He nearly laughed when her head lower to inspect his hooves, but he avoided letting it out. He wasn't about to ruin the chance to make a friend by laughing at her, not if he could help it. When she rose her head again and introduced herself, he figured it was time he did the same, and perhaps explain this land a bit to her.
And I am Mordecai. And I'm terribly sorry for surprising you, my powers have a mind of their own sometimes. If you have questions, I will almost certainly be able to answer them.
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Post by Outlaw on Jan 28, 2010 8:47:10 GMT -5
It was enough that he had been floating in front of her, nevermind appearing out of the blue. She wasn't touching that one with a 10 foot pole, at least not at the moment. Of course he was completely at ease, why wouldn't he be? After all he was just floating a heartbeat ago. A quick sharp twist of that cranium, as if to clear something up before taking another harder look at him. There wasn't any hint of fear in the bespeckled mare, only a vivid curiosity.
Onyx and alabastar played out across that statue still form, twins trained on the dual toned brute before her, the smooth tones of his voice held hints of laughter kept under control. Midnight optics studied the creature, more then tempted to circle his form. Still where was the dignity in that? So she simply settled with words.
"It is a pleasure, Mordecai, I am sure." There was a pause before she continued, curiosity lining a gentle velvety vocals. "I have...more then a few questions." Several raced through her mind, but where to start? Still that gaze studied him, from the point where his hooves sunk into the sandy beach, to the way the breeze pulled at his mane. "This isn't a dream...is it?" A silly question prehaps, especially since her dreams could never produce a specimen like the one that stood before her. But it was the only one that seemed to come out at that point.
Skull pivoted scanning first up then down the beach. Everything else seemed to follow the natural order of things, all except the stallion who stood confidently before her.
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Post by Phoenix on Jan 29, 2010 12:42:15 GMT -5
mordecai
BLUE SKIES AHEAD
the sun will come out, wait and see
and the feeling of the wind
in your face can lift your heart
there’s nowhere i'd rather be [/color]
A soft chuckle came from his throat at the possibility this could be a dream. He knew it couldn't be, for he did not sleep, but it was a rather entertaining thought. After all, dreams did not often span so many days as he had been awake, and not so fully.
No, it isn't. It will seem that way for the first few days, though.
He replied, knowing that although it would be mean to simply tell her everything in a blunt, harsh manner, it would also be so should he soften the blow to the point where anything new would startle her into thinking it was a dream again. He waited, patiently, anticipating at least a few more questions. It was not like simply knowing it wasn't a dream would make everything make sense somehow. In fact, it would likely do quite the opposite.
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Post by Outlaw on Jan 31, 2010 10:32:21 GMT -5
For several long heartbeart the mare simply stood, studing the dual toned brute before her, before eventually those jaws would part to release her voice once again. "Not a dream, and yet you float, and appear out of thin air." A step or two forward, neck stretched as far as she could, pinken nose bearly brushing his shoulder before pulling back to stand firm once more. "And you are solid, so you can not be a ghost, and if not a dream then may I ask exactly what I've stumbled across?"
It wasn't usual for Solarus to utter so many words in one breath, or even one meeting. But it was obvious she'd have to pull the information from him, if she could manage to get her brain to wrap around the first two oddities and form the correct questions.
The brush of the breeze tugged at the fall of snow, shadowed only sparingly by darkness, lifting the heavy lengths from that speckled pillar. Whipcords twitched behind, slapping at seemingly fragil timbers. While waiting for some kind of answer those thoughts would drift. As a filly her mother had often told her stories to help her sleep during rough weather, tales of magic and myth. Why these forgotten memories chose to resurface at that moment was a mystery. They were only tall tales, ment to calm a younglings fear, right?
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Post by Phoenix on Feb 2, 2010 19:53:47 GMT -5
mordecai
BLUE SKIES AHEAD
the sun will come out, wait and see
and the feeling of the wind
in your face can lift your heart
there’s nowhere i'd rather be [/color]
Dia Noche, dear Solarus. You've stumbled upon Dia Noche.
He replied, with a light chuckle that seemed to carry upon the wind itself, perhaps even come from it. In a way it did. He did not move at her nose brushing his shoulder. He had seen it coming, expected it even. And, in theory, she was correct. He was solid. However, he could also appear and disappear at will. Real, yet not real. It was a strange idea, and he tried not to wrap his head around it. He had a feeling she might.
A land of magic, true and pure. Of course, none can do what I do. Not to this extreme. I'd like to think I'm special, and in a way I am. I am not... mortal, in any which way. I have already died. There are gods and goddesses in this land; We like to call ourselves imperials. I control the wind. Thus, the floating and the appearing out of thin air.
He kept it as simple as he possibly could, but he knew there would be questions, even if she didn't ask them to him. His ears flicked forward, his tail twitching, then flickering in and out of sight as for a moment it merged with the wind again. He was not agitated, as one might presume, but rather, impatient. He was always impatient. He wasn't to run, always run, and keep running. It was in his heart, his soul, and his body. But he forced himself to stay still, not run, not gallop and leap and twist in joy. No, he would stay. It was always difficult for newcomers when they first found out the mysteries of this land, and, since he was here, he may as well help her through it, although he had been born here and never experienced a different life style.
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