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Slowly Freaking Out {Any/Open} - Skitz - 06-18-2015 Brisk autumn winds over a cool, yellowing scene. What more could one want? Everything was here, from the food and water to the content atmosphere that hung over the field like an aura of happiness. It was still early in the day, the dew had not yet evaporated and in some cooler, shady patches the grass was frostbitten and icy. Skitz didn't mind, she quite enjoyed the cold, helped clear her mind. What are you talking about? Your mind is never clear, it belongs to me silly goose, I'm always here watching over you and your mistakes. I never miss a thing, you know that. The arabian kept moving, her bay coat blending in with the earthy tones of the dying foliage that surrounded her. A few other horses were scattered around, some mares and some stallions, but Skitz hardly cared. You see, she was on a mission. What mission you ask? Well she didn't really know exactly, but she knew she had to head in this direction to accomplish her goal, whatever it was. Not that she really knew how she knew, but she felt it to be right; felt it right in her gut she did. Skitz was keen on following her instincts, they hadn't killed her so far and she had always been told to listen to her instincts. Skitz was also told that most other equine's instincts didn't actually talk back to them. Oh well; their loss. Finally, her dew soaked legs brought her to a halt. This was the spot. Now, what she was supposed to do, Skitz had absolutely no clue. Was she supposed to wait? Or eat? Or call out? Or maybe even dig a nice hole, that could work. Yes, digging sounded quite lovely right now. Don't let the worms see, Skitz, they'll come back later for revenge. The small bay started pawing at the earth, her daggers breaking through the sod and creating a small pit, several feet wide but only a couple inches deep at any given point. Oh this won't do, this certainly won't do... She must dig deeper to unlock whatever quest it was that she needed to fulfill. Mustering all her strength, Skitz again began to dig, one paw at a time as a horse must do. By the time she raised her head up again the pit had grown to be 2 feet deep at the deepest point, tapering off into shallower depths towards its edges. Yes, this was perfect, what a perfect little hole. Of course, by the end of her ordeal, Skitz had managed to cover half of her body in grayish-brown dirt, and specks of yellow grass stuck to her all over. Wait, what in the hell was she doing in a hole?! Skitz hopped out, and stood on the edge of her small pit, peering into it as if it was miles deep. Woo, what a dig, whatever made this thing must be humongous! RE: Slowly Freaking Out {Any/Open} - Azula - 06-18-2015
RE: Slowly Freaking Out {Any/Open} - Skitz - 06-18-2015 "Oh yes, I'm quite aware." Wait... who was she talking to? Herself? It was certainly possible, but this voice was new, it belonged to a stranger. Skitz shot up her little dished head, with tendrils of her dreaded, mud-caked forelock bouncing up in the air and landing themselves back on her face with a small 'smack'. How did her hair get so wet? Ah well, too many things to ponder not enough time. For now, her attentions shifted to the equine standing nearby. She was so strangely and wonderfully colored, a fiery chestnut with glowing markings on her legs. And those eyes! How spectacular, Skitz had never met an equine with orange eyes before. Azula AllaMalley. What a long name, why not just Azula? Azula was a pretty enough name no need to add anything behind it. Perhaps it was a family name or something, who knows. "Oh, me? I'm uh..." her eyes narrowed as the bay mare focused intently on the soil in front of her, racking her brain and searching for the answer. "Skitz! Yes, that's me, Skitz. My name is Skitz, quite a lovely name I think." Don't be an idiot, she doesn't care about you. She'll leave you for dead in a minute, Skitz, you'll see. She tilted her head a little bit, staring off into the distance now. It was only now that the breeze ran a shiver down her spine, sending a sharp cold right through her skin and touching her bones. Skitz didn't know if she was sweaty or wet, but it scarcely mattered. Because now, Skitz was imagining the cold reaching out and touching her. She could see the cold as an entity, a form as you will, not any shape in particular, just a misty figure, like a shadow that sucked the life out of everything around it. She imagined that figure reaching out with spindly fingers, as if an arm reaching out from beneath a cloak, and reaching out to touch her insides, to feel around and freeze her soul. "No!" Skitz looked back to Azula AllaMalley, putting on another huge smile as if nothing had happened. A few moments passed by and Skitz sort of felt like she should say something, but she wasn't entirely sure at all as to what she should say. Name? Had she already said her name? The mare wasn't entirely sure, she wasn't too good at having conversations, she had never gotten much practice. Most equines either made fun of her or simply left, though she never understood why. What could be so bad about her that nobody was able to stick around? She had always tried to be nice... "My name is Skitz, by the way." words: 451 notes: i'm still getting the feel for her, please ignore my weird writing. RE: Slowly Freaking Out {Any/Open} - Azula - 06-18-2015 OOC: No problem, it's fine! She's certainly interesting
RE: Slowly Freaking Out {Any/Open} - Engelsfors - 06-18-2015
RE: Slowly Freaking Out {Any/Open} - Camrynn - 06-18-2015 so you wanna play with magic? She knows a thing or two about madness. Perhaps it's because she's experienced a touch of it with Girr and her stick. Or perhaps it's because it's so much easier to know a thing or two about anything when you can reach into someone's mind and pull out the truth. Not that she's going to do that here. The truth might be nice to have, but the apparent inanity is often far more entertaining. She watches Skitz dig, watches Azula approach, watches Engelsfors too – all from the comfort of her place within the Deserts. The conversation flows (and ebbs, and flows, and starts and stops and loops back in on itself) and Camrynn listens without being present to listen. It's a simple trick, but it's one that makes her life so much easier. After she's heard enough she decides to make her entrance. She appears off to the side in the field, where the trees shade her from the crispness of the fall morning. She enjoys it, the way the slight chill plays on her dark skin. But she's not here just to enjoy. She's got business. She approaches the little gathering, the Valley mare, Chamber mare, and mare in a hole. She is beautiful in the muted sunlight, pure black, no markings. Across her chest the gold crook and flail of the deserts shines in proud gold. On her cheek, a line of diamonds and precious stones traces a thin line, trailing like a necklace. And her eyes - today they're a bright blue, to match the sky. She pauses when she reaches the 'pit', looking into it with apparent interest before she says a word to any of them. She is graceful as she peers in, arching her neck and looking at it through heavily lidded eyes. She regards all of the rest of them then, a tiny smile on her lips. They've all offered homes, and she's got a home to offer too – although perhaps hers is the only one that comes with this kind of interesting challenge. "You know, in my home, you could dig all day and never get anywhere." She smiles then, looking at Skitz in particular. "I come from the Deserts, and out there, all we've got is sand. Have you ever tried digging in sand? It might be a challenge, even for you." She pauses then, turning to look at the others as well, a smile on her lips. "Good morning all. I'm Camrynn, from the Deserts." CAMRYNN co-queen of the deserts, magical, mother of badassery RE: Slowly Freaking Out {Any/Open} - Skitz - 06-19-2015 So far, Skitz was quite enjoying the company of Azula Allamalley. Azula was being nice to her, which was a lot more than she could say for most other horses. But then the chestnut with the awesome swirls on her legs inquired as to the purpose of the digging. Why should Skitz know? She didn't dig it, Azula should go find the horse or creature that did and ask them. "I.. uh.. well.. you see-" She was cut off by the approach of another horse. The newcomer was pretty, a light palomino with an immaculate white mane and tail. This one was Engelsfors Fala Kanger. What was up with all these strange names? Why so long? Maybe you're just a freak Skitz, that's why your mom gave you a short name. Skitz stands in the hole, her eyes shifting back and forth between them as they each spoke in turn. They each offered the bay a place to rest and regain her energy. Wait... what was wrong with taking a nap right here? This pit seemed like a wonderful place to sleep, whatever dug it must've been creating a bed, it was so soft and comfy! Poor Skitz was about to protest their disapproval of her new bed when another mare showed up. This one was black as a raven, and looked just as cunning. Something about the new mare intimidated Skitz, but she stood her ground nonetheless. Camrynn Fala Gesserts. You're a freak Skitz, where's your long name? They're better than you. To the bay, this new black mare with the gorgeous decorations and inviting blue eyes was just another stranger with some weird obsession with the pit. Was there a lack of pits in the area? Had they never seen such a thing before? Skitz finally jumped out, on the side opposite of the others before turning back to look at them. If they liked looking at holes so much, she felt she should get out of the way so they could get a better view. "Well... Azula Allamalley, Engelsfors Fala Kanger, and Camrynn Fala Gesserts," she nodded at them in turn, "It's nice to meet you all." Skitz smiled as wide as she could, happy to have three new friends. Never before had she had three friends at one time, this was quite a day! She considered telling them that she wasn't the one who had dug this pit they all seemed to like, but she didn't have the heart. Maybe they all wanted a pit-digger? How could she be the one to tell them they still needed to look? Oh well, what harm was a little white lie? "I'm..uh..... I'm Skitz! I've never had so many friends before, we should go exploring!" RE: Slowly Freaking Out {Any/Open} - Engelsfors - 06-19-2015
RE: Slowly Freaking Out {Any/Open} - Camrynn - 07-12-2015 so you wanna play with magic? Engelsfors greets her, and Camrynn returns the greeting with a smile and a small dip of her head. She feels a certain degree of cunning in the mare, and briefly wonders whether Engelsfors is one that she should approach later. In addition to her duties as Queen of the Deserts, Camrynn is building her own little army – ever so secretly. So secretly, in fact, that most of its members don't even know her true identity. You know, it's just terribly unseemly for the queen of a light kingdom to be seen as, well, making herself into a miniature warlord. The little mare has so much exuberance, it's all Camrynn can do to keep from laughing. But as it is, when the girl suggests adventure, Camrynn merely smiles. It's a Cheshire-cat smile, something more secret than just an expression of joy, but it's a smile nonetheless. She continues to smile as Engelsfors speaks, and Camrynn turns her pretty head to watch and listen. "Isn't that why we're all here, to find out own definition of adventure?" she answers easily, once Engelsfors has finished. "And what's an adventure without friends?" she offers, smiling at both. She suggests this, and yet she knows that she herself is the exception to this hypothetical rule. She has no love for adventure, no need to dashing off into the unknown. She also has little need for friends. She needs only to push the envelope, to leap outside the bounds of what should be possible and explore what is. And perhaps that's a type of adventure in itself, but she doesn't need the excitement of undiscovered lands – she needs only the excitement of the undiscovered possibility. Hers is a sense of mental adventure. It's probably easier to have that kind of spirit of adventure when you wield magic. It's probably impossible to have any other kind of sense of adventure when you wield magic. It's just terribly anti-climactic to dream of a new land and be able to reach it by simply thinking of it, and arriving there. It really takes out the whole travel and bonding part, which any reader knows is vital to a successful and good adventure. "What is it you're looking for, Skitz?" she asks, her face legitimately curious as she turns to their new friend. Certainly Camrynn could reach in and pull the details from her mind, pushing aside the voices as she did so, but that just doesn't seem sporting. Here in the field, she tries not to push her powers on the other horses too much. Those who are recruiting usually know her from her reputation, and those who are recruited generally don't need to know. CAMRYNN co-queen of the deserts, magical, mother of badassery |