05-30-2016, 10:26 PM
Something started happening to Qatar awhile ago; everyone he came in contact with left him with a distinct feeling that seemed to come out of nowhere. There he was, minding his own business, either content or sulking, or experiencing some other emotion that is tantamount to a spoiled, disabled young Prince - and then he’s experiencing glimpses of events that have never happened to him. He’s never tried to do the reverse (imprint his own memories on others, or more), but he’s gotten better at shutting out the experiences he doesn’t want to see.
Alek is concerned, even if he never lets on. The caracal freaked the fuck out the first time Qatar was overwhelmed by someone’s emotional well-being. Apparently the black and silver stallion let the images bleed over - or rather, as the cat described it - projected what he was seeing. Alek thought it might be real, at first, but then it flickered, much like a static television image. In and out in a matter of half a minute or so, but the images were startling.
Yael tried to explain what was happening to her son, but because he couldn’t fully describe the extent of his newfound ‘powers,’ she couldn’t give him a full answer. Empathic echoes, she called it, and even she didn’t know how much he could do, as she’d never played with that sort of thing before.
So out into the Desert the young stallion goes, followed closely by Alek (because let’s face it, the two are rather inseparable, and this image thing affects him too), who for once, offers nothing but support. He’d found the gigantic bones, touched them, and reached for that moment of death - just to see if he could. What he’d seen, the creature that had once born that form, was more than he could ever imagine. His words were inadequate when he’d tried to describe it to Alek, but his awe had been enough for the cat.
They lingered around the bones, letting Qatar test the extent of his abilities on something that wouldn’t change, and wouldn’t eventually overwhelm him with fresh emotions. There was a small oasis nearby (yes, even this far out), where they could sleep and Alek could hunt. His bonded was the first to alert the prince to visitors, and they watched from afar as the duo approached, shifted, and then touched the bones. They are en route to intercept them after the colt shifts, but cat-horse pair are still out of earshot and several dunes away when the filly dives into the deep end. He cannot hear the colt’s words about overthrowing kingdoms, or whatever else they’ve talked about. Perhaps that’s for the best.
Qatar draws close, his own sort of echo of Vanquish and Yael, melding the King and his consort into one, almost literally. His coat has his mother’s sheen, while he is almost his father’s size. Heartfire might recognize him, but the other one wouldn’t. He can feel her fright? Awe? Surprise? And sees a flicker of the beast’s death again. Ah, so she is similar, in a way? Perhaps. Perhaps not. But she knows. Alek moves forward, preceding his bonded as the stallion’s voice. They both see the reptilian creature the filly creates, and Q speaks silently to his friend.
That’s it. That’s what I saw. Tell her, please.
Alek takes a seat, and addresses the filly, first. “You can see it, too.” It’s a statement, not a question. “Interesting. Qatar here,” he jerks his head towards the stallion, “can do something like that as well. I don’t fully understand his power, but he seems to.” He tilts his head up to look at his friend, and he bobs his head. He turns a dark brown eye towards the colt, and the wind seems to whisper, wolves do not concern themselves with the opinions of sheep.
The only question now is who are the wolves, and who are the sheep?
[hiiiii. better late than never!]
Alek is concerned, even if he never lets on. The caracal freaked the fuck out the first time Qatar was overwhelmed by someone’s emotional well-being. Apparently the black and silver stallion let the images bleed over - or rather, as the cat described it - projected what he was seeing. Alek thought it might be real, at first, but then it flickered, much like a static television image. In and out in a matter of half a minute or so, but the images were startling.
Yael tried to explain what was happening to her son, but because he couldn’t fully describe the extent of his newfound ‘powers,’ she couldn’t give him a full answer. Empathic echoes, she called it, and even she didn’t know how much he could do, as she’d never played with that sort of thing before.
So out into the Desert the young stallion goes, followed closely by Alek (because let’s face it, the two are rather inseparable, and this image thing affects him too), who for once, offers nothing but support. He’d found the gigantic bones, touched them, and reached for that moment of death - just to see if he could. What he’d seen, the creature that had once born that form, was more than he could ever imagine. His words were inadequate when he’d tried to describe it to Alek, but his awe had been enough for the cat.
They lingered around the bones, letting Qatar test the extent of his abilities on something that wouldn’t change, and wouldn’t eventually overwhelm him with fresh emotions. There was a small oasis nearby (yes, even this far out), where they could sleep and Alek could hunt. His bonded was the first to alert the prince to visitors, and they watched from afar as the duo approached, shifted, and then touched the bones. They are en route to intercept them after the colt shifts, but cat-horse pair are still out of earshot and several dunes away when the filly dives into the deep end. He cannot hear the colt’s words about overthrowing kingdoms, or whatever else they’ve talked about. Perhaps that’s for the best.
Qatar draws close, his own sort of echo of Vanquish and Yael, melding the King and his consort into one, almost literally. His coat has his mother’s sheen, while he is almost his father’s size. Heartfire might recognize him, but the other one wouldn’t. He can feel her fright? Awe? Surprise? And sees a flicker of the beast’s death again. Ah, so she is similar, in a way? Perhaps. Perhaps not. But she knows. Alek moves forward, preceding his bonded as the stallion’s voice. They both see the reptilian creature the filly creates, and Q speaks silently to his friend.
That’s it. That’s what I saw. Tell her, please.
Alek takes a seat, and addresses the filly, first. “You can see it, too.” It’s a statement, not a question. “Interesting. Qatar here,” he jerks his head towards the stallion, “can do something like that as well. I don’t fully understand his power, but he seems to.” He tilts his head up to look at his friend, and he bobs his head. He turns a dark brown eye towards the colt, and the wind seems to whisper, wolves do not concern themselves with the opinions of sheep.
The only question now is who are the wolves, and who are the sheep?
[hiiiii. better late than never!]