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Into Paralyzing Silence-any - Jenger* - 04-11-2020
When the sky darkens, paints itself indigo with pockmarks of starlight, and the moon claims the heavens- Jenger feels a serenity come over her. She spends her days in darkness, the lack of Sun does not quell her condition, but the night brings a peace all the same. Each glittering constellation, dapples her frame, reflects itself in her now deepened coat, mimicking the overhead veil of night as it appears. If only she could see it- A waning Moon boldly brightens the girl, a magnificence unburdened by cloud cover, that unrelenting thief of the Sun. They are the same in that way, bandits that cling onto something that they hardly owned, robbing from their partners. He the Sun and She, this unassuming creation of a God, Him in return. Neither of them asked for this, yet here they were, circumstance isn’t something you can escape. If it were, would they have the will to carry on? Ah, maybe the Moon, but she- she is a peculier girl. “Hello little singers,” a whisper to the insects that raise a harmony in the stillness. Unseen makers of music, delighting her ears with their harmonic chirps and twills, accompanied by the peep of frogs. Bass that takes a rhythm with the tempo of her own heart, matching the steady thump that beats against the cage of her ribs. So why does that feel so hollow in comparison? jenger words: tags: HTML by Call RE: Into Paralyzing Silence-any - Arantha - 04-12-2020 Arantha didn’t mind the dark. The cool and calm, the quiet. She was a soft and timid thing, and the hush that as the sun did left her with a sense of peace. Like she could finally release the breath she didn’t know she was holding. She often felt self conscious in the light of day when she wasn’t wearing her second skin. A delicate beauty with long, graceful limbs and too wide eyes. She wasn’t used to company anymore. She thought she had found someone, but as Beqanna changed and shifted, she was just one of many that had been lost and displaced. The Forest had offered it’s kind shelter to the cervid girl, but tonight she sought sweeter pasture. The lush grasses of the meadow would surely be empty and she could get her fill before venturing back beneath the boughs of the trees that had sheltered her. The soft blades swished pleasantly against her legs as she wandered into the open expanse of the meadow. A soft sigh of pleasure slips through her lips as she begins to nibble at the grass. It isn’t until she hears a whisper in the darkness that she realizes she isn’t alone. “Hello” she replies just as softly, “I didn’t realize anyone else was here. I’m sorry if I disturbed you.” @[Jenger*] RE: Into Paralyzing Silence-any - lilliana - 04-12-2020 LILLIANA all that i'm after is a life full of laughter RE: Into Paralyzing Silence-any - Jenger* - 04-12-2020
That emptiness, the unspoken void that lingers in her breast, she feels it creep up on her now- as it has done so many times before. Her ears, wrought with melodies, do nothing to undo the hole that burrows itself in her soft heart. Ironic that she takes on the expanse of the evening, with an infinite self-doubt that brings furrows to her brow, even as they look on nothing worrisome. Feeling things, it is overwhelming at best and bewitching when one least expects; especially for a girl that was not born with her Mother’s blight. “Hello?” head arching and turning to find the speaker, uncertain ears bend, the tensing of her muscles is merely habit at this point. Each cloudy eye is lightless, unable to see the two before her, but their scents are distinctly female- if not something familiarly woodsy. If she could only see how she is taken in now, the way in which she is perceived, she might blush; turn shades of crimson in her cheeks until it collides with the master of her guise. There is no controlling it, each turn of vibrant skyscape, J is a vessel- nothing more. “No, you’re not disturbing me,” the first voice is answered, nostrils flaring open, then shut; showing interest in the peculiar smell of that one. It’s something she’s smelled before, though she doesn’t know why (remnants of a deer in the woods), and it causes her to wonder why that might be. “Many things,” it is but a whisper, faint and far away- much like the tender, unseeing gaze of her eyes. “I was enjoying the nightsong,” her voice lilts to the second. A correction to her previous lapse, modifying the lost, apprehensive poise of before, and there is a curve that threatens to take her indigo lips. The waver in her vocals tell her pretense. jenger words: tags: HTML by Call RE: Into Paralyzing Silence-any - Arantha - 04-14-2020 Silver ears flicked at the sound of a mare significantly closer than she first expected. Even with eyes adjusted to the dark, it took her longer than she would have liked to make out her companion. Shapes and shadows, a reflection of the constellations wheeling above their heads. She took two cautious steps closer intrigued and somewhat comforted. There was a sense of familiarity that soothed her. When she could look up at the stars that guided her and saw them scattered along the ground before her how bad could things be? The sky mare's tone was sad and sweet, the beauty in soft, quiet things. It drew her in and left her buoyed. She felt safe. That is shattered in an instant. The second voice calling out of the dark is low and kind. Warm and motherly, but also so sudden. Arantha feels herself jump as she's startled. Not that she's normally well composed anyway. There was a reason she stuck to the trees. Loud noises terrified her, sometimes the crowds of people in more comfortable regions made her skin crawl and tingle. Just the press of politics and everything just a little too fast made her feel to the safety of the trees time and time again. It wasn't that she didn't want to be social. That she enjoyed having no friends or family aside from a flighty mom that couldn't take things seriously. She yearned for ties to anything, anyone, but felt little more than a ghost that disappeared when the lights came on. She counts to ten and forces herself to stay. The urge to flee, to shift, to run far and fast, faded slowly. Shivering slightly as the cool air hit damp skin she responds. "I apologize... I didn't see you there." Not that the chestnut was hard to miss now that she looked. She listened to the sound of the first mare's voice as she replied and felt that sense of comfort once more. "I came seeking greener pasture's." Her voice is soft and hushed, still embarassed from her episode earlier, "It's a nice night." She stumbles over her words, mumbled and awkward. Why, oh why, was she like this? RE: Into Paralyzing Silence-any - lilliana - 04-16-2020 LILLIANA all that i'm after is a life full of laughter @[*Jenger] RE: Into Paralyzing Silence-any - Jenger* - 04-22-2020
Enjoying the nightsong. Each word is faulty, almost quaking as it leaves her midnight lips, teetering on the edge of a voice crack. She did not want to break now, not here in the presence of strangers, and what should be happiness in the moment. Isn’t that how it’s supposed to go, meeting others, the presence of her own kind that have not once tried to push or send her away? (she remembers the forcefulness of being dismissed, the coldness of the shove, and winces. Withdrawing inward, tucking her head towards her chest as if to hold herself.) Jenger was awful at lying, and in truth, she has come to believe over the years that she was awful at most things. Connecting, first and foremost, and believe me she has tried, God’s how she has tried. Mother never responded, it’s one of the first things she had learned as a girl. This time it’s no different, though she somehow bares it, swallowing and tracing a warmth to her face. She didn’t want to be their burden too. “It is a nice night,” her words bend to agree, sift against the nerves, to wrap around, and comfort the first skittish voice like an embrace. Internally her thoughts turn circles, wondering how’s and why’s and finding no answers in return- she doesn’t have a remedy for it. The starlight against her back is unable to guide her through the motions of friendship, disappearing come morning, easily blending into a bright blue sky or hiding behind a cover of clouds. “It sounds as if they’re trying to sing the Moon to stay,” the words are wistful, nearing a sigh more than a sentence. “Sometimes it sounds like they say my name too,” there is almost a laugh there, it sounds silly now that she has said it. “I’m Jenger.” jenger words: tags: HTML by Call RE: Into Paralyzing Silence-any - Arantha - 04-25-2020
She listens oh so carefully. Ears strained against the whispers of the wind through the grasses to catch fragments of the night time melodies that Jenger speaks so wistfully of. There is a nostalgia to her, a sadness. Something that makes Arantha want to reach out and touch the stars scattered across her midnight pelt. But she doesn't. The little grey mare was never very good at comforting others. Hell, she wasn't good at anything really. She merely listens and waits, holding onto the name like a lifeline. She didn't have friends among the other equines as it was, so this was as good a place to start as any. The chestnut mare that had joined them was also kindly and soft spoken. Both qualities that she deeply appreciated. Standing in the presence of these two was a balm to her fragile nerves, and slowly, so slowly, she felt herself relaxing. Accepting the company of others for the first time since her mother had left her alone with only the fairies to watch over her. She reaches her delicate muzzle over to softly huff in the chestnut's direction. She smells faintly of pine trees causing a tilt of the little doe's head. The familiarity of forest scents calming her even further. "I'm Arantha" she sighs, her voice coming back to her and starting to lilt pleasantly. Musical notes hanging on the ends of her words waiting for someone else to pick up the harmony. She feels like she hears it, the night music that Jenger had spoken of. Drawing them all into the cadence waiting for them to play their parts. If only she knew what that was. ARANTHA @[lilliana] RE: Into Paralyzing Silence-any - lilliana - 05-02-2020 you got a cold hard truth LILLIANA |