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This could be heaven or this could be hell - Cross - 08-20-2021
And I looked and behold a pale horse
His name that sat on him was Death and Hell followed with him
His name that sat on him was Death and Hell followed with him
Eyes that glowed just shy of crimson blinked at the dying grasses, the falling leaves. The cold season was coming again, the days falling behind the ever lengthening nights. Cross sighed contentedly. This was, he thought, his favorite time of year. The most like the days he had come to associate with his infancy. The days when dark and cold and fear had somehow combined in the just the right way to create his family.
Whisking the seed-head grasses with the plume of his tail, the dark unicorn browsed the vegetation with little attention. It all tasted more or less the same. More interesting was the comings and goings of the world around him. The secrets and whispering thoughts that pervaded a crowd as he moved through it.
He took delight in the skill his mother had passed on with regret. No parent wants their child to read every thought that passes through their mind. Every doubt, every worry, every frustrated howl. He knew them all. And sometimes it was not beneath him to use that knowledge. Even for so small a use as his own entertainment.
Wading through the meadow was a pastime of his for this very reason. Built on the lines of the unicorns of lore, with an eternally charming grin on his face and an uncanny ability to say just the right thing, he was a disaster waiting to happen. He just didn't know it yet.
Whisking the seed-head grasses with the plume of his tail, the dark unicorn browsed the vegetation with little attention. It all tasted more or less the same. More interesting was the comings and goings of the world around him. The secrets and whispering thoughts that pervaded a crowd as he moved through it.
He took delight in the skill his mother had passed on with regret. No parent wants their child to read every thought that passes through their mind. Every doubt, every worry, every frustrated howl. He knew them all. And sometimes it was not beneath him to use that knowledge. Even for so small a use as his own entertainment.
Wading through the meadow was a pastime of his for this very reason. Built on the lines of the unicorns of lore, with an eternally charming grin on his face and an uncanny ability to say just the right thing, he was a disaster waiting to happen. He just didn't know it yet.
RE: This could be heaven or this could be hell - Aloy - 08-22-2021
now i don't know who i've become
and another day breathes
tearing at the seams
and i hope i don't come undone
Aloy
@Cross weird words for you
RE: This could be heaven or this could be hell - Cross - 08-25-2021
And I looked and behold a pale horse
His name that sat on him was Death and Hell followed with him
His name that sat on him was Death and Hell followed with him
Above the murmur of the minds in the distance, one voice clarifies through his own aimless musings. Flickers of thought, blinking in and out of existence like evening fireflies. And like fireflies, so to did these thoughts carry the subtle notion of nostalgia with them. There was too much similarity to his own reflections to be easily ignored.
Still balefully working a mouthful of forage through his mouth, the tangle-maned youth raised his head in mild curiosity, eyes lighting on the golden figure that had paused near his resting place. A trace of amusement crossed his face as the suggestion of flurrying wings danced across his mind.
Almost accidentally, his own wings rustled against his back. I could follow you, the gesture implied. He wasn't sure that he would, really. That he was able to was enough for him.
Instead, his posture slackened. The curiosity remained in his expression, playing off the shocking brightness of his eyes, the light dancing from his fiery crown. He looked like an angel of the very darkest sort, and it was something of a direct contrast to this girl who seemed as flawless as the sunrise.
After a lengthy beat, it became clear that she had no intention of starting conversation, and he wondered how long he would have to be silent before her commitment would break. What sort of anxious, racing thoughts would she produce in the meantime? It was a game he'd played before, but there were other ways to spend his time. So he smiled and opened his mouth instead.
"Can I help you?" He asked, tone neutral. She was another face (albeit a very pretty one), another mind among many, and if he could help her, well. That just might be a miracle.
Still balefully working a mouthful of forage through his mouth, the tangle-maned youth raised his head in mild curiosity, eyes lighting on the golden figure that had paused near his resting place. A trace of amusement crossed his face as the suggestion of flurrying wings danced across his mind.
Almost accidentally, his own wings rustled against his back. I could follow you, the gesture implied. He wasn't sure that he would, really. That he was able to was enough for him.
Instead, his posture slackened. The curiosity remained in his expression, playing off the shocking brightness of his eyes, the light dancing from his fiery crown. He looked like an angel of the very darkest sort, and it was something of a direct contrast to this girl who seemed as flawless as the sunrise.
After a lengthy beat, it became clear that she had no intention of starting conversation, and he wondered how long he would have to be silent before her commitment would break. What sort of anxious, racing thoughts would she produce in the meantime? It was a game he'd played before, but there were other ways to spend his time. So he smiled and opened his mouth instead.
"Can I help you?" He asked, tone neutral. She was another face (albeit a very pretty one), another mind among many, and if he could help her, well. That just might be a miracle.
@Aloy
RE: This could be heaven or this could be hell - Aloy - 09-05-2021
now i don't know who i've become
and another day breathes
tearing at the seams
and i hope i don't come undone
Aloy
@Cross
RE: This could be heaven or this could be hell - Cross - 09-07-2021
And I looked and behold a pale horse
His name that sat on him was Death and Hell followed with him
His name that sat on him was Death and Hell followed with him
His mouth pulled in a sarcastic grin. Was she leaving or not? Even her own legs couldn't seem to decide. Pulling himself more upright, his latest mouthful of grass slowly munched down while she dithered.
"Oh no, how dare you interrupt this absolutely fascinating meal I'm having. You couldn't possibly be more interesting than... Whatever this is." He deadpanned, pawing the grey-gold vegetation with little care. Much more intriguing was the rather unexpected maleable nature of her headgear.
"Nice party trick," he commented, nodding at her antlered crown. "They do anything else, Aloy?" One step and then another brought him in line with her path. Gentlemanly distanced, as though he intended to escort her wherever her final destination ended up being. His own name remained unspoken, for now.
Names were powerful things, after all. Goodness knew what a pretty girl with a spinning mind would do with that kind of power.
"Oh no, how dare you interrupt this absolutely fascinating meal I'm having. You couldn't possibly be more interesting than... Whatever this is." He deadpanned, pawing the grey-gold vegetation with little care. Much more intriguing was the rather unexpected maleable nature of her headgear.
"Nice party trick," he commented, nodding at her antlered crown. "They do anything else, Aloy?" One step and then another brought him in line with her path. Gentlemanly distanced, as though he intended to escort her wherever her final destination ended up being. His own name remained unspoken, for now.
Names were powerful things, after all. Goodness knew what a pretty girl with a spinning mind would do with that kind of power.
@Aloy
RE: This could be heaven or this could be hell - Aloy - 09-11-2021
now i don't know who i've become
and another day breathes
tearing at the seams
and i hope i don't come undone
Aloy