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Prayers were whispered so slow-Open to all- « Thread Started on Nov 4, 2009, 8:56am »
X. H U S H . S O U N D .X A dark congregation of familiar faces Gathered around the quiet earth A red rose fell upon the soft snow, Prayers were whispered so slow From our mouths Our breath rose in the cold Like a hundred souls escaping
So much destruction had befallen the elemental equinic world, but it was a wonder to see everyone trying to rebuild themselves, and move forward again. Yet it had taken so many deaths, so much… harm, to get to the point that one was at now… Regardless, Hush Sound couldn’t help but feel both relieved, as well as proud of all the nations, now that the world was beginning to fall back into a more natural order. So many lives had been lost, and some nights, the bio-tones mare could still hear the horrific sounds of the wounded and dying. Still see the sights of bloodied bodies, mangled till one couldn’t recognize them. It haunted the pacifist mare, for her to have seen so much. But, the silent femme knew something… It took sacrifice. Sacrifice and Hard work, like what had been faced during the war, to move forward, and move on. Like the world was doing now.
Hush walked smoothly threw the earth lands, the flowers blossoming in her footsteps, as she closed her eyes with a slight sigh of contentment. This is what she wished for. For a way to brighten the world, still have the morbid displays of violence it had seen. The sensitive mare could almost feel the earth’s pain mirroring her own. In fact, she might be feeling said pain. Her deformity had graced her with a strong… a very strong connection with the earth. Hush moved silently, her steps an eased grace that was as soundless as it was fluid. She kept her sapphire opticals closed, as she felt the world around her keeping her aware of everything coming up. The chestnut and ivory femora had not a clue where she was going, as she traveled. Whether searching for a ‘home’ of sorts. Or searching for a place to feel welcome… She didn’t know… Right now, she was just following where the earth led her.
Lightly frosted chestnut tresses fell into the bald marked face, as she slowly unclosed her eyelids, turning the cobalt onto the land around her as she continued her slow, steady rhythm. Oh, sweet, wonderful earth, where is thou leading me? I was traveling further and further, deeper into the earth terrains, further then I had ever gone before. Occasionally a passed a wayward mare or stallion, exchanging head nods as greetings. My ‘disability’ kept me from speaking out loud. Not that I minded. At least… Not anymore. How the change in me, that led me to being accepting of my muteness, came into being, I am not sure. Whether it was from finding companions like Silent Sin, who were so similar to me that I didn’t mind being a little unusual. Maybe it was from discovering while… while the past year’s biggest event, when I discovered that being mute didn’t matter in the fight. If anything, such disabilities gave me a more… ‘lucky’ quality. Having spent so long in silence, and learning how to move with out a sound. I had, surprisingly for a pacifist, been a force to be reckoned with.
But I wish, not, to relive those events. I see enough repeats of the nightmares, in my dreams at night. And even that is far too often. I swished my banner slowly, as I lowered my head, to gently touch the curl of a flower bud. It immediately grew, and opened with my gentle, affectionate touch. I had this odd gift with the earth. Okay, that sounded odd coming from an earth bender, right? Well, it goes past my simple ‘bending’ alliance. I, more or less, have pledged my loyalty to Mother Earth rather then the Royals who govern over my alliance. Now, don’t get me wrong. I respect the new King Chard greatly. But… My loyalties, as un patriotic as this sounds, will lie with the Earth first. It has been my constant companion, my teacher, my mentor… since I first found myself casted away by my herd.
My powers had come unnaturally early, extremely so, because I was a sense short. And that plus the heightening of my other senses, from hearing, to touch, to smell, to taste… to bending, had all been heightened. But my connection to the earth strengthened still, beyond that. It took no concentration, or even effort from myself to do some of the earth bending that I am required to do every day. I can make lush green vines grew in the bleak of winter with out really thinking about it. I just have to see the words, and even in the toughest of gravel, they appear as if cut through butter. I’m not trying to express how amazing, or talented I am, quite the opposite really. I am trying to express how, me being intone to the earth, so, has allowed my powers in bending to strengthen considerably. Mind you, I’m still not as powerful as the royals who govern my clan. But, I’m quite talented, if I’m not being to… narcissistic by saying such.
I am rather grateful towards my connection with earth, being able to speak to it, and hear it respond. Being able to just think an idea up, and the earth following it through with out me expressing my bidding. Just as I’ve found myself respecting the Earth, the Earth, more or less, has found the ability to trust me. But, I’m done talking about this, before I start to sound more egocentric. Now that the war was over, and everyone was beginning to move on. I felt it was time that I let go of the fear that was keeping me from letting others get to know me, and keeping myself from being around, and living with others. So how do I plan to fix this problem? Simple… Find a herd. The question I am having though…
What herd?
I had passed Magic Mountain with out a second glance, and was already leaving Pacific View behind me, as I continued onwards. My ivory encased pillars carrying me forward, dutifully. The Ruling Terra I frowned, as I slowed to a stop, to look at the earth around me, my gaze quizzical. The Ruling Terra? Why. It’s be a place to start anew. And when you have grown used to being around other equines, who live as well in the ruling terra, it would be easier to go into the life of the other herds in the land. I sighed, but nodded my head. I hated it when the earth was right, proving me… wrong.
I picked up my beat to a faster three count, as I coasted across the lands, letting the smell of warm grass, and budding flowers intrique my nostrils, and letting the wind play among my frosted tresses. Now to find my way to the Ruling Terra. As intoned to the earth, as hush is… the femme has a thing for… well, getting lost. Which is probably how she maws now standing near a lake, glancing around with an annoyed expression on her white façade. Where the hell was she supposed to be? Go north west, dear. You’re almost there. The earth had never let the femora down before, so the mare quickly followed it’s words, allowing herself to be drawn towards the Ruling Terra.
It wasn’t log before the femora finally found it. Hush’s frantic gaze careened across the land, almost nervously. She had finally arrived… but now what? Oh dear. Oh god. It’s not like she could even request a presence with the king, to make sure she was allowed to stay h- Oh god! What if she was supposed to ask him. What would she do? Canter around the land searching for him, stopping before him, point down to the ground, and speak through the vines she wielded as her tongue? Ya, that’d go over well. He’d probably be to freaked out to even attempt to read… Wait! What if he couldn’t read. After that dozens upon dozens of ‘what ifs’ ran amuck in her mind, causing an upset of chaos in the usually well organized mind of the femora. Maybe it was a mistake coming here… She mused to herself, sighing. Nothings ever a mistake. Hush shook her head. The earth could say that if it wished… But, Hush had no idea what to do now.
Try just sitting… or standing… and just wait. Someone is bound to show up. Maybe even the King himself. Why would the King talk to a mute like Hush though? Or at least, that is what Hush would like to know. Though you were going to try to get over feeling sorry for yourself, because of your genetic disorder. Sorry. Trying.
Hush walked slowly towards a large willow tree that was beginning to develop leaf buds among it’s many, low hanging branches. Using her muzzle to separate the see through canopy of nature, the mare rested herself against the tree slightly, her head dropping so as to delicately nip at the blades of grass at her hooves. She was here…
The question, now-written in the ground by a vine, was… What Now?
The sea is wine red This is the death of beauty The doves have died The lovers have lied
Status: Complete Muse: Excellent Character: Hush Sound Gender: Silent Finch Alliances Earth For: Anyone Notes: So Hush is mute, and she tends to go on and on, when she is discussing something she deems important. Anyone can reply to this… As long as they play nice, lol! Playlist: Wine Red and a Dark Congregation by The Hush Sound
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Re: Prayers were whispered so slow-Open to all- « Reply #1 on Nov 5, 2009, 4:41am »
War. I didn’t care for the concept. Too many were hurt and killed. Children left without parents. Lovers left without their mates. Countries left without their leaders. No. There were other alternatives to warfare. Perhaps peace talks could have been attempted. But perhaps they had been. I am not from here, so of course I do not know much about anything. I do not know if the land I am in has a ruler that is chauvinistic, or of they will be kind. I do not know if they will try to force me to carry children I am not ready for; or if they will try to force me to fight. I do not know if this is a land of war or peace. I am frightened, but at the same time, I am excited. This is all so new. I must have faith that everything will be clear in time.
I must have stood in the same place for hours. I was stiff and a bit sore when I finally realized I was daydreaming. I moved slowly, stretching one muscle at a time; or so I tried. I took up a slow walk, limping a bit until my body loosened, and then I began a trot, forcing my body to work, to have the blood flow to the regions it needed to get to. Finally, I cantered, feeling the cold wind in my face, through my tangled mane and tail. I was free, and for just a moment, it felt like I were flying. I gave a howl of pleasure as I thundered on as I had done as a youth.
Youth. I wasn’t more than two years old, but here I was, prattling on like I were some old biddy reminiscing about her glory days. I snorted, but then laughed. Youth, to me, was under a year old. You were carefree, and didn’t have responsibility yet. But come two, they said some of us would gain magical powers to manipulate the world around us. I was excited at the prospect of being able to do things like that; but I didn’t get my hopes too high. Mother said not everyone would be one of the chosen. She said it had something to do with bloodlines or something. I don’t remember. And as of yet, I haven’t felt any different. Oh well.
I must have run for days on end (or so it felt); when I saw another. It seemed that the lands were quickly becoming more populated. I was happy at this thought as well. The more equines that were around, the more friends I could make. I wanted to make friends; to have them, to be able to confide in them, and them in me. I admit I’ve been a little lonely since leaving the herd; but it had to be done.
I slowed down and made my way towards her. My eyes were bright and friendly, and there was a certain bounce in my step that screamed of my excitement. I gave her a friendly smile and stopped when I was near enough to be considered just outside of her personal space; but near enough to hold a conversation. Mother taught me to never invade someone’s space – that was rude. She also taught me that I had to be near enough to talk to them, or it would look like I were yelling, and that was rude, too. I dipped my head in a greeting before speaking to the other mare.
Good morning. I am Siofra…what’s your name?
I did not see the vine on the ground, nor could I have guessed the mare before me was mute. Imagine my surprise when I would find out she was able to manipulate the earth as she desired.
ooc: Siofra is an earth horse as well...she just doesn't know it yet. I'm still getting the hang of her. Posts will get better!!
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Re: Prayers were whispered so slow-Open to all- « Reply #2 on Nov 5, 2009, 6:38pm »
X. H U S H . S O U N D .X A dark congregation of familiar faces Gathered around the quiet earth A red rose fell upon the soft snow, Prayers were whispered so slow From our mouths Our breath rose in the cold Like a hundred souls escaping
The earth around Hush seemed to vibrate with a slight hint of energy, as she continued to make her way around the lands of the Earth terra. She kept her head up as high as she dared, even as fear and worry consumed the mute femora. How do you know that you have found a place where you belong? I’m not sure, but I felt an allure walking through these lands, ending up in the Main Ruling Terra. I wasn’t sure yet, what it was that coming here was supposed to mean. Whether it meant being welcomed in this world, or if it meant finding the place where you feel as if you truly belong. As I have stated before, I don’t know the manner in which one finds where they belong. I just hope, that when I find it, if I find it. Something comes out to tell me, ‘Welcome to where you truly belong.’ Hush’s chestnut and ivory form moved with ease as she walked, seeming as if the graceful thoroughbred was floating rather then walking. In truth, the bio painted mare was feeling rather alone. She hadn’t really seen Silent sin, bless he, since the war had ended. And she missed Sin’s company. With him, she did feel… ‘at home.’ Because, with him, it was easy to be herself. And to accept whom she was. Because, Sin was just like her. Hush had stopped by now, and naturally you can be aware of the surprise that the red and white mare felt when she heard hooves approaching her. Turning around, the older femora turned to see a older filly trotting towards her, a bounce in her step mixed with bright, eager eyes, hinted as some sort of excitement residing in the buckskin filly. Hush smiled slightly as the young one stopped near her, but not to near, her head dipping in a respectful greeting. Good Morning. I am Siofra… What’s your name?
Hush nodded her head back to the flicka, blue eyes warm upon the creature. And slowly large, green vines sprouted from the earth with ease, blossoming into words,
Greetings, Siofra.
The flourished script remained seen, slightly lifted above the ground, and in a large enough script for a standing equine to read. Hush dipped her head towards the words, indicating that the mare should read them. When a sufficient amount of time had passed, a different sentence took the words place,
I am called Hush Sound or Hush for short.
The words remained in place long enough, again, so Siofra could read them, before changing once more.
Sorry for speaking through vines I am mute, child.
The creature called Hush Sound let a smile grace her features, she wasn’t upset about being mute. Heavens no. Why would she be. Hush then added as an after thought,
It’s a pleasure to meet you, dear.
Child. Dear. From her words alone, one could tell Hush to be what she was, a mothering figure. And as she smiled at the young filly, she couldn’t help but wonder how old she is, and if she had found her own alliance yet.
How old are you, sweetie. You look not a day over 2.
The sentences stayed lone enough to be read, before the vines began the graceful swooping and bending, forming her next words.
And pray tell, child. What is your alliance.
To make the your more visible against the rest of the foliage, the pigments in the part of the vine that formed that word where lightened to an orange-ish red color, and Hush sent her silent thanks to the Earth, for making her words more natural, to be read.
The grass around her hooves fluttered in a soft wind, as she heard the whispered memos of the earth. You’re welcome They said, and Hush felt a smile draw onto her face.
As you can already tell, I am a creature of the earth.
Then the vines ceased to move, and her words were done. Hush had spoken her far share, and now it was Siofra’s turn. The mare turned her auds towards the buckskin filly, as she watched her with gentle blue eyes that seemed to say ‘Speak freely, I’m not one to judge, I’m just here for company.’ And company indeed, as she waited, for Siofra’s words to slip into the world.
The sea is wine red This is the death of beauty The doves have died The lovers have lied
Status: Complete Muse: Okay Character: Hush Sound Gender: Silent Finch Alliances Earth For: Siofra.Sara Notes: I love Siofra, she’s adorable. Hope you enjoy Hush, she is one of my favorite characters, even if she’s mute… Playlist: A Dark Congregation, Hush Sound and Wine Red, Hush Sound
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Re: Prayers were whispered so slow-Open to all- « Reply #3 on Nov 6, 2009, 1:22am »
You can bet my eyes widened in surprise as I saw words emerge from the frozen earth. Reading was something that was apparently ingrained in horses, for I understood. It was foreign to me; yet it was beautiful. I began to fantasize again that one day, perhaps I’d be one of the chosen ones, and would be able to something as cool as that. I grinned as I nodded, as if she were physically speaking to me.
Hush Sound. I like that. An oxymoron, yet, it seemed to fit her. Granted, I had only been with the mare for but a few moments, but it still seemed to fit. Perhaps we grow into our names; but perhaps our parents have the intuition to name us what we were meant to be. I pondered this but quickly came out of my reverie as I saw more word-vines emerge.
Mute. I suppose that would explain why she were talking through vines. I began to wonder what it would be like to be mute. I imagined it would be lonely; to not be able to just say what’s on your mind. It didn’t seem to hinder this mare, however, and instantly, I found a new idol. No, not a get-on-your-knees-to-worship idol; but someone to look up to. To remember that no matter how bad life got, there was always a way to get around it; to prove that you can overcome. Yes. I liked that thought.
Hush asked my age, and if I were human, I would have blushed. She had guessed it right, however. She must have noticed how gangly I still looked; how awkward. I shuffled a moment, uncomfortable that I still hadn’t grown into my legs or body. I hated that transition stage. I nodded. Yes; I’m two. There wasn’t more to say than that. I had traveled a short while, so perhaps almost two and a half. When spring returned, I would be nearly three…oh, it didn’t matter.
She asked of my alliance, and I tilted my head, a perplexed expression on my face. What did that mean? The vines spelled out that she was an earth horse, and I understood. Did her words mean we had a choice? Could one choose which element to work with? I began imagining the possibilities before I realized I must have looked silly, just standing there with a glazed look in my eyes. I would have blushed again.
I’m….not sure. Mother spoke that few of our herd would be chosen to manipulate the elements…but I don’t think I was one of them. A sad look crossed my face, but it was gone as soon as it appeared. I would not feel sorry for myself. I simply wasn’t chosen for that gift. In time, perhaps another would be bestowed upon me. Little did I know; I had been chosen, and I would manipulate earth as soon as I learned. When did you know you could manipulate the earth? I wanted to know more; everything there was about working with the elements.
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Re: Prayers were whispered so slow-Open to all- « Reply #4 on Nov 7, 2009, 11:51pm »
X. H U S H . S O U N D .X A dark congregation of familiar faces Gathered around the quiet earth A red rose fell upon the soft snow, Prayers were whispered so slow From our mouths Our breath rose in the cold Like a hundred souls escaping
A soft smile graced Hush’s maw as she watched the child’s eyes widened in surprise, as the earth spread the words out for the young filly to read. As the young one nodded, a large grin gracing the buckskin’s muzzle, her words came to the older mare’s auds, Hush Sound. I like that. A proud smile came across Hush’s façade. She took pride in her name. Hush Sound, it fit the mute mare so well, because even though she could speak no words, she was always heard loud and clear. Hush let the words form from the vines, slowly decorating the white snow with their words.
Thank you. I adore my name, Because of how well it fits me.
The vines spelled out her words with a practiced ease, as the mare kept her eyes on the younger mare before her. As the earth spelled out for Hush’s reasons for spelling out her words in vines, she watched the young female carefully. But after not seeing any dis-approvement, or disdain on her façade, Hush felt another gentle smile caress her maw. Tossing back chestnut and ivory tresses, blue eyes glittered down at the filly, as she spoke her age.
My, you are a young thing, aren’t you?
Paired of with the thoroughbred’s pretty smile, Hush’s teasing words, inscribed on a vine, were made sweet, kind, almost mothering. Anyone could tell by just watching the way Hush Sound interacted with foals, that the mare would be a wonderful, if not truly brilliant dam. But as much as the mare loved foals, and wished to have her own… her genetic disorder, the one that made her mute. It kept her from allowing herself to ever have her own children. She just… she could put an innocent child through the hard ships of being mute led to. So despite the strong mothering nature in the 15.2 hand mare, she was forcing herself to avoid being a mother. Besides, what kind of mother would she make if she couldn’t even tell her foal that she loved it? A horrible one, or at least in Hush’s view, it would be so.
But back to the conversation on hand. Hush turned her attention to the filly, and a smile flittered across the mares face when she watched the filly’s confusion at ‘alliance.’ Or at least, it was confusion, till the mare explained how she was a creature of the earth. And as a glazed look appeared in young Siofra’s eyes, Hush bit back a full out grin, even as she shook her head slightly. She knew what it felt like to desire to be an awesome, exciting member of one of the elemental tribes. Sure, when Hush was young, her heightened powers had shown earlier then most… because she was missing the ability to speak. But she hadn’t been an earth bender forever. So she still was able to understand the desire to be included into the whole thing. I’m… not sure. Mother spoke that few of our herd would be chosen to manipulate the elements… but I don’t think I was one of them.
A smile came to Hush’s face, before vines spelled out for the suddenly sad flicka to read.
I’m sure, when the time comes, Young Siofra, You will find yourself Holding a power all your own. You don’t need to be an Elemental to have a power.
The duo toned mare stepped forward, gently nuzzling the filly’s cheek.
One’s purest and most glorified power is in their heart.
The vines finished as the mare stepped back. Besides, she felt like Young Siofra might have an element after all, it just might be that she is a late bloomer, that’s all.
I was a little over a year When my power started To come forth. So as to make up for My lost voice. But most foals Find their powers when they Are around two or Two and a half, Just be patient, dear.
Patience, after all, is a virtue.
The sea is wine red This is the death of beauty The doves have died The lovers have lied
Status: Complete Muse: Okay Character: Hush Sound Gender: Silent Finch Alliances Earth For: Siofra.Sara Notes: Patience is a virtue. That was told to me yesterday while I was driving, lmao. Playlist: A Dark Congregation, Hush Sound and Wine Red, Hush Sound
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Re: Prayers were whispered so slow-Open to all- « Reply #5 on Nov 9, 2009, 9:41pm »
You wouldn’t make a horrible mother, mute or no! If only I could read the mare’s thoughts, I could tell that to her. I can understand your fears; but in truth, your child would be loved, and I would rather have someone show me they loved me, rather than tell me in words that may be a lie at some point. Does that make sense? Anyone can say “I love you,” and never really mean it; but to show someone…it has to be true.
The mare was laughing at me again, and once more, I would have blushed had I been able to. Yes, I wanted to be included in those exciting times; where I could manipulate whatever element as I saw fit. I wouldn’t ever try to harm anyone or anything. I’m not the violent sort. No, I’m merely one who wishes to better the world, or to at least have the ability to speak through vines. Yes, that would be amazing. I grinned as I realized Hush wasn’t truly laughing at me. She wasn’t cruel that way. She found amusement in my desires.
She stepped forward after her next words and nuzzled my cheek. If I were a cat, I would have purred. I missed my mother terribly, but I understood why I had to go. It was so no children would be inbred. That would weaken the herd, and ultimately lead to its destruction. I’m still sad that I had to leave; and all before Mother saw whether or not I could control an element. I pushed my nose back, nuzzling into her as well.
I pondered the thought that maybe soon I’d find I had a power. Yes, I realize there were things more powerful than elements – like the heart – but I still wanted to be special. Mother would be so proud. Even if I could make a rock turn over, or a raindrop fall off a leaf in a rainstorm; I would be thrilled. I sighed softly and let my thoughts roam for a moment before letting them return to reality.
How did you know, though? Did you just…know…you had a power, or was it a slower knowing; like when you wake up and you rise slowly out of a dream? Was there a different feeling you had…like when you have an itch you can’t scratch? I wanted to know how I’d know if I had a power, if I were to have one. I waited as patiently as I could for the elder mare to respond.
ooc: my boyfriend tells me all the time that patience is a virtue...lol...I hate it! I'm so impatient!
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Re: Prayers were whispered so slow-Open to all- « Reply #6 on Nov 13, 2009, 8:52am »
X. H U S H . S O U N D .X A dark congregation of familiar faces Gathered around the quiet earth A red rose fell upon the soft snow, Prayers were whispered so slow From our mouths Our breath rose in the cold Like a hundred souls escaping
If the two could only talk so openly, so freely, if the two could only read one another’s thoughts… well, it would all be simpler, no? But alas, one cannot read another’s thoughts, just as one must survive in this world, virtually alone. Or as alone, as it can appear to one, to be. Hush had felt alone, quite often. But, as of late, the bi-painted mare only seemed to be collected, dare one say… kind company? The young bella was a creature that was rather adorable, and Hush was already feeling an almost parental love towards the kind, young dear. But then again, Hush seemed to develop this ‘love’ towards all young things. It really is to bad that she doesn’t have a foal of her own, something the mute wanted desperately, but something she was… nervous to have. Hush watched, as her soft laughter, caused the young filly embarrassment, and a smile slipped onto her façade, to show the buckskin, that she has no reason to be upset, that Hush wasn’t… wouldn’t make fun of her, or laugh at her. It just wasn’t who Hush was. And soon the filly was grinning, and Hush sent her a smile in return. Silent communication, it always thrilled the mute, when she was able to communicate to another like… like this. Yes, it thrilled her deeply. Chestnut and ivory threads slid over painted haunches, as Hush tossed her tail over her back, swatting at a pesky fly, before the threads fell back down her backside, fluttering to just centimeters above the ground.
When Hush stepped forward to nuzzle the filly’s mare, a smile decorated her face, when the filly returned the nuzzle, with her own muzzle. She was a precious mare, it seemed, so kind, so nice. But, she just needed some reassurance that if she had a power, then it would come, no matter what. How do you know, though? Did you just… know… you had a power, or was it a slower knowing; like when you wake up and you rise slowly out of a dream? Was there a different feeling you had… like when you have an itch you can’t scratch. Hush smiled, shaking her head, slightly, before pushing her power into the earth once more, curling the vines into shapes.
Sweet Siofra, the power is slow to come, and does not appear over night. And usually it is desperation, The need to save yourself, or Something similar that awakens the power, When it is ready to manifest. You can’t just want the power. Goodness, no, child. You need to need it.
The color of the vine that spelled out ‘need’ was a slightly darker, more bolder color, to make it stand out, as she looked at the mare, then Hush added her own experiences, after Siofra had a chance to read her words.
[center]I was about a year or year and a half when my powers came to being, rather young. But they had been budding quiet quickly, For a while now. I’d noticed small Things; like a flower that wasn’t were it Had been before. And similar occurrences. But when I needed to tell my parents Goodbye, and That I love them, the vines erupted from the earth to tell Them for me. The earth understands I must Speak by it, and is willing to help. It just took needing it for a good reason, for It to manifest.
Hush smiled, tilting her head to the side, to ask the young filly if ‘the answer would suffice.’ Hush then lowered her head to the ground, and immediately, long green grass shot up from beneath the snow, and the mare attentively ate some, chewing it delicately, before nodding towards Siofra, offering her some of the rich, summer fresh, green grass.[/color]
The sea is wine red This is the death of beauty The doves have died The lovers have lied
Status: Complete Muse: Okay Character: Hush Sound Gender: Silent Finch Alliances Earth For: Siofra.Sara Notes: sorry it took so long to reply. Don’t hate me Sara *huggles* Playlist: A Dark Congregation, Hush Sound and Wine Red, Hush Sound
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Re: Prayers were whispered so slow-Open to all- « Reply #7 on Nov 15, 2009, 9:33am »
Yes, a little reassurance is good. Perhaps I’m just insecure about this. In my old home, everyone revered those with powers. And those are usually the ones that broke off and started their own tribes just outside of our herd. They were our protectors, our guardians; but they seemed also to be the warmongers. We didn’t have anyone that found their powers and stayed within the herd to just be there; to show everyone else that yes, you can have powers and still be gentle. It was frustrating. I wanted to be that one to show the world that just because you’re different doesn’t mean you have to bring war!
But I’ve said this all before.
I read the words of the older mare and sighed softly. I knew that in time, either I would have powers or I wouldn’t. But the waiting bit was so hard! I watched as the mare made grass grow in front of her, and I stared. Something like that could help so many! Back home, a power like that could have saved elders and children from starvation; but instead, our war-mongering counterparts used those grass-growing powers instead to create hidden holes in the ground for their “enemies” to fall into. They created mounds of earth that swallowed those that did not agree. I felt anger inside my breast; and that was unusual for me. I wasn’t an angry horse, nor was I particularly a jealous sort. Nervous, uncertain, afraid; definitely.
I grinned as Hush offered some of the grass to me. I couldn’t turn down something so amazing! Thank you. I nibbled only slightly before deciding it was enough. I didn’t want to get used to eating so much in winter; not unless I could do something like that. My body would get used to being fed whenever it wanted; and if food was not available; I did not want to starve.
ooc: lol... naw, I don't hate. Post is kinda crappy; my sleep is off from doing night shifts; and NOW doing day shifts. urgh.
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