these tears have ink//ember

[MikiWentAWOL!]

The world around me seemed fine. It always seems fine, and even so, it's me that would have the trouble. My heart dined on sadness because of the lack of attention and affection. Laermeluion had let me into his herd, and I felt as though I was attached to him so soon. It was hard though, to feel for one who seems to feel nothing for me. I can try to talk to him, but he hears nothing. So, as the birds sang and the trees sighed... I was alone. And I didn't want to be alone. I'm here in this wonderful place, and I was totally, inconceivably alone. Perhaps that was why I had found myself in this place. I was here because the friendly roar of the river was what gave me solace. There I stood on the banks of the Kaveria River, expectant of some rush or relief.

[eclipsestar]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=background,http://i42.tinypic.com/a0x5zs.png] ━━||━━ eмвeя ━━||━━ I am for peace; but when I speak, they are for war. Secrets. Fights. Deaths. All those Ember had unfortunately experienced in his early youth. Not that he could pick and choose, of course, since if he had the choice, he would have gladly steered to another path. But no. This is the life he had been born into, and there is no changing that, so might as well live with it. However, deep inside the unsearchable abyss of the mind, the young stallion always yearned, or, at least, wished, for a different perspective of his future. It was Darkly bright, yet there was something that the Lights had that he did not. Life was normal; that is, in the context of his definition. He did not expect for some chanced meeting to change anything of his present circumstances. He can be usually found with lusty attitude, as well as everything that suggests "a perfect gentleman" of his sort; with such a handsome outward appearance, to boot! The proud Akhal-Teke stood firm on his bit of earth, calmly surveying the river. It was an odd kind of habit for him; within it Ember found that it held curiosity and fascination. No other of his friends could ever hope to understand what goes through his mind as he studies the turgid waters. He did not fully understand it himself, but never really cared of what the other ungulates thought of him. It was a quiet—almost sacred!— time when he could be alone...and think. |Calling| Memoir by MikiWentAWOL! |Muse| Fairly good |Word Count| 240 |OOC| Still trying this guy out. We'll see how it goes. ^^

[MikiWentAWOL!]

i felt just as black as my glossy coat as i was presented with the urge to jump in the tediously moving waters. and for a moment, i thought about it... and then decided that wasn't the best course of action. i chuckled to myself, and moved my large friesian body gracefully away from the water's edge. not without splashing myself first. my chuckles turned into laughter, and i suddenly felt not alone. it was then when i realized i actually wasn't alone. i put my head in the air because i smelled something, and i needed a clearer picture of who was with me here at this river. delicate nostrils flared, and i caught the cologne in my nose. he was a male. he was another equine. he was another me. i know my brown eyes shown with a particular brightness as i bolted towards the smell.

i was in a canter when i caught site of him. he was a handsome stallion, and there was something in his structure that told me he was younger, perhaps my age. i slowed to a halt several paces from him, my mane obscuring my vision temporarily as the wind cut through from the river. i then realized that i had come here because i was alone and i did not want to me and that it was very possible that he was the exact opposite. it could be perhaps that he was surrounded by many and came here in wishes to be alone. i snorted out his scent that had enveloped me. not that i minded. his smell wasn't unpleasant. treading lightly, i approached him, and i nickered to him, "do you wish to be alone.... i don't want to intrude... it's just that i don't want to be alone..." i know i looked melancholy, but there was hope in my expression.

[eclipsestar]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=background,http://i42.tinypic.com/a0x5zs.png] ━━||━━ eмвeя ━━||━━ I am for peace; but when I speak, they are for war. Ember's gaze flickered aimlessly at the river's bank. His dark brown orbs were like still pools under the dark shady places; they were deep, and unfathomable. If one were to see this stallion in his prime looking like that, one would have taken him for being in his youth. Not so. He was only five autumns old, yet already was starting to "feel his age"; in a different sense of weird. His musings were interrupted by the pounding rumble of hoofsteps coming. His head never moved, yet his ears perked up, and swirled toward the direction of the sound. It was rapidly coming closer. Nostrils flared, and they held the message that it was another equine. Ah, a relief! But his wariness still told him to be on his guard. That is, until the scent identified itself as a female. Nothing at all to fear about. He reassured himself. Mustering up his manly courage, he strutted forward. "do you wish to be alone.... i don't want to intrude... it's just that i don't want to be alone..." The mare was speaking. Her soft lyrics sent thrills through him. He answered with similar civility. "Greetings, m'lady." Ember dipped his head respectfully. Might as well greet this lovely dame with dignity and respect. It was not every day that he gets to make acquaintance with such a beauty. Her bearings were that of dignity and self-worth, as well as a hint of noble lineage. Whether she is or is not of royal lines, he did not care. At least here is a gal who respects herself. He thought with mild admiration. |Calling| Memoir by MikiWentAWOL! |Muse| Okay |Word Count| 265 |OOC| A hurried post. Hope you can understand it! =P

[MikiWentAWOL!]

the stag sized me up, and then greeted me in a very gentlemanly fashion, something that inspired my twinkling laughter. "greetings to you, m'lord!" i came closer and let my eyes wander over his expression. he was kind and young. now that i was looking at him full in the face, i could see my earlier assumption was correct. "however, you didn't answer my question!" i whickered with a chuckle. "i don't mean to be rude and intrude upon your business. not at all. that's why i ask, m'lord, if i be a bother." i tossed my head to lift the forelock from my face as to make sure he could see the sincerity in my eyes. one never knows nowadays who actually means their words. i wanted him to be sure of my honesty when i spoke to him.

i wondered briefly from what herd he was from. he could be from any of the lands as these lands were free for all horses to roam. and then it lead my mind astray, and i thought, for a moment, if this stallion was from the demonic alliance. i was from the angelic alliance myself, and i was sure our alliances weren't supposed to mix. but then again, if angelics were indeed angelic, wouldn't that mean they would have no prejudices as well? well, if i thought that way, then that meant that the demonics had to have prejudices, in which case, if this male were of the demons, he would have attacked me already, certainly so. at this given point, i had no idea what to think, only what was in my heart, and what my dame had taught me. she had taught me to always be fair... and kind... and to never do anything that would make me shameful.

coming out of my thoughts, i focused my brown-green gaze on the stallion. and suddenly, it didn't matter if this stag was from the demonic alliance. today, in this moment, he wasn't. he was just another equine enjoying the scenery and the tranquility of it all. and i would treat him as one. a fellow of mine.

[eclipsestar]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=background,http://i42.tinypic.com/a0x5zs.png] ━━||━━ eмвeя ━━||━━ I am for peace; but when I speak, they are for war. Ember had to chuckle. Not only was this a confident equine, but also had a dash of humor as well! He decided to answer with the same approach. "Well, if your ladyship would overlook my foresightings, I would be happy to answer your question." His tone was smooth and silky, and his head was tossed proudly. "No, you could not be a bother to me even if you tried." His laugh rang out clearly, drowning out the sound of rushing water for that second. Then he suddenly sobered. "If you do not wish to associate with a ungulate like me, that is fine, too." Inwardly he was still in high spirits. Well said, my heart! His dark brown orbs focused once again on the female. "And if you do not mind my asking, what is a miss such as yourself walking around without an escort?" |Calling| Memoir by MikiWentAWOL! |Muse| Okay |Word Count| 143 |OOC| Sorry it's so short. ^^;

[MikiWentAWOL!]

he was charming, and i was charmed. i whickered to him politely, "ungulate? i would have never thought you one, m'lord. oh! and please forgive me if i made it out to seem like i thought you were one!" it came out in a hurried rush, a bit breathless like i hadn't been able to breathe properly. i couldn't help the bashful expression i had on my facade after that. "did that even make sense, sire? i do realize i had been talking at a rapid pace." it wasn't like i could put a definite answer on my current problem. i do know i was excited because of the civilization in front of me in the form of a stallion. i had felt so alone so far and-"i came wondering about because my king paid me no mind when i made my affectionate intentions clear. well, at least they were as clear as a lady could make them."

my, i was being a chatter box, and for fear that i might drive him away, i tried to be calmer about things. so, i said simply, "my name is memoir."

[/b] i gazed into his orbs for a moment in time, and then i trotted past him, my tail flicking towards his shoulder as i passed. i tossed my head back to look at him, inviting him with my eyes. and down the bank i went until my hooves touched down in the shallows, the water coming to my hocks. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[eclipsestar]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=background,http://i42.tinypic.com/a0x5zs.png] ━━||━━ eмвeя ━━||━━ I am for peace; but when I speak, they are for war. The male smiled, as only an equine could. "My good lady, you need not trouble yourself about me," he started, as in a sort of protest kind of way, "I have no obligations any where." And that was the truth. At the time being, he had no present engagement that had to be kept, no alliance to be loyal to, he was free to do whatever he wished...for the time being, that is. After the mare introduced herself, the stallion responded grandly, "And I am Ember. Pleased to make your acquaintance." Just then, he fumbled; he just could not find the words he wanted to express. Giving up, he glanced down at the Kaveria River flowing just beneath his hooves. Seeing Memoir catch his eye like that, he mused, Well, why not? And he purged in boldly, feeling the old feeling of childhood wash over him...slowly...cleansing... From the corner of his eye, Ember noticed several sharp rocks protruding from beneath the raging foam. The golden buckskin turned to Memoir once again. "Be careful," he warned, "don't get too close to the rocks." It was not like he really cared a lot for her safety or anything. He called it common sense. |Calling| Memoir by MikiWentAWOL! |Muse| Good |Word Count| 204 |OOC| N/A

[MikiWentAWOL!]

I thought Ember was rather charming. He was very gentlemanly. However, at his remark, my ears flicked backwards. "Ember... I do swear by my own life I possess common sense." I smiled and burst into laughter. "If not much, but perhaps a little." I stood there a moment longer before I felt it. It was a sudden itch to act immaturely. The urge was so strong and sudden, I indulged it without much consideration. I struck the water with one hoof and splashed water towards Ember. Immediately afterwards, I stopped and looked at him with what could be called moon eyes. I had never meant to actually do it; it just happened. I suddenly found myself rendered nigh speechless before the stallion. "O-o-oh my. I'm s-s-sorry m'lord!"

I think I looked chaste as I fled up the bank and a safe distance away from him. I really had not meant to make such a fool of myself. Honestly. But then again, perhaps it was because of the need to indulge myself that I did such a thing, even to a complete stranger.

[eclipsestar]

Apr 22, 2013 18:12:28 GMT -10 eclipsestar said:

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=background,http://i42.tinypic.com/a0x5zs.png] ━━||━━ eмвeя ━━||━━ I am for peace; but when I speak, they are for war. Ember felt himself fairly well-acquainted with this new friend already, and was not at all surprised when she charged boldly into the water. "Feels good, doesn't it?" Gaily, he whipped his banner to one side, and plunge into the water headfirst himself as well; he did not feel a tiny bit sorry for his reckless and boyish actions. "Don't worry," then he paused, looking at the mare slightly condescendingly. "I, too, find myself acting horribly childish at times." The word 'horribly' was spoken in a tone of hinted sarcasm—aimed toward himself. And yes, this was another part of him showing out. A part most do not often see, expect in rare occasions when he is alone...or with youngsters that remind him so much of himself when he was young. And that was a long time ago. He chuckled, as the mare scrambled up the bank. He mirrored her actions. Powerful lions propelled themselves upwards, and he landed lightly on the top once more. Streams poured down his four columns, and shining beads of water droplets dripped from his wet forelock, which clung to his forehead; he felt pretty sure that he did not look all that "perfectly gentlemanly" as he was just a few minutes ago. But what is he to worry about? What is life without its fun? Indeed! He snorted. The stallion honestly felt sorry for the ones who never had the chance to experience foalhood to its very rowdy best. But who am I to judge? He mused, feeling particularly wordy and humorous around this particular equine. Why? He has yet to find out. But until he does, Ember contented himself with staring at the opposite bank and the mare at turns. His metallic coat shone with its glossy glow from the river liquid, but he paid no attention to it. I am not vain. He tried to make himself believe, but failed. He soon grew tired of just thinking silent muses, and wondered what he should do next, and how to "behave" next... |Calling| Memoir by MikiWentAWOL! |Muse| Getting better |Word Count| 339 |OOC| *bravely tried to make a long post*

[MikiWentAWOL!]

I was here with Ember, and nothing perturbed me. Perhaps that was what I had needed from the start. When I was with Ember, my hurt and worries washed away, and as I realized it, it frightened me. However, after looking further into the budding affection I felt for Ember, I discovered that the like I fell for him was friendship. Perhaps it was because of the peace and easiness I felt around him. I looked at him, or rather, stared him down for a second. I knew my brown eyes were piercing at that moment. I was assessing him. And then I stopped to regain my soft brown eyes and smile. I knew I had probably made him very uncomfortable just then, but it had been necessary in deciding whether I wanted to tell him about what I felt around him.

I approached him with a low nicker. I came to rest in front of him, keeping eye contact. "Ember. I don't know where you are from. I only know your name. And bluntly, m'lord, I do not care where you are from. And I don't want you to tell me because I've gathered that I may not want to know. If I know you're from demonic alliance....I just don't want to know. But what I do want to know is if you'd be my friend. I want you to be my alliance. I feel great peace around you. It's like you carry it with you." I got that from my father, the nonchalant bluntness. My mother was a fan of gentility. I had never been. In that, I suppose I was more like the one I hated.

[eclipsestar]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=background,http://i42.tinypic.com/a0x5zs.png] ━━||━━ eмвeя ━━||━━ I am for peace; but when I speak, they are for war. The Akhal-Teke felt his insides twitching as Memoir's gaze was fixed on his. Those eyes...he knew them all too well... Then she was voicing her thoughts and concerns about... Alliance. Ouch. Loyalty. Don't have any. Friendship. Erm... What was this he was getting himself into, for goodness' sake? Ember shook his head inwardly. It was true that he was born a of a demonic race, and he knew that he could never fully please his Dark father, for deep inside, he followed after the hoofsteps of his mother, who had been helplessly caught in the middle of all this alliance. For all he knew, he had no favorites in these matters, although he often caught himself naturally acting like his sire, whom he never really liked. “I am of no demonic—or angelic—alliance, if either you detest.” Ember replied honestly, “And I am under no authority. A loner, you can call it.” He added. He did not feel any shame in calling himself that, for that is what he was used to all his life, but he could not bet on the reaction of the lady, whether it would be positive or the other way around. To lighten the talk, though, he turned to the other subject previously mentioned. “As for being friends, I am at your disposal.” That was another thing he was comfortable about: friends. And the process of making them. Make the relationship deep enough to be classified as 'interest' or even 'love'... I'm not good with that. |Calling| Memoir by MikiWentAWOL! |Muse| Okay |Word Count| 253 |OOC| Sorry, now it's my turn for the loss of words... >.<

[MikiWentAWOL!]

Alliances were an unfortunate obstacle in the way of relationships and interactions. That was how Memoir saw it. The Friesian mare gazed at Ember inquisitively, as if physically watching his inner struggle. She wondered briefly if asking him so bluntly to be her friend was too much too quick. Generally, friends can be made in just a few minutes. Love was a different story. But Memoir wasn't asking for love. She was asking for his friendship. So, perhaps he was from the Demonic Alliance. In which case, things did not bode well for either of them. Neither alliance would approve of their casual, easy friendship. And what worried Memoir is that if she kept pursuing the King's love... would she have to stop being Ember's friend...?

Her own thought processes came to a halt when Ember answered her question. She had a new friend, perhaps her only friend, in these lands. However, she had never considered the possibility of being a loner on the things to worry about. Memoir's eyes showed a bit of alarm at his answer, her ears flicking back momentarily. She had heard stories of loners. Suddenly, the instincts gender-specific to females took the forefront of her thoughts. In her travels, she had seen loners tear apart herds by taking away females. Or... taking females right then. Memoir's chocolate eyes lit up, ears pinned to her skull, and tail hugging tight to her rump as she backed away from him.. She suddenly remembered her father talking about the danger of loners. Their very definition meant danger to a herd.

Especially if it was a male.

Ember was a stallion.

The expression in Memoir's eyes could almost be called hurt. She backed up against a tree, the shade making her almost invisible aside from the glittering eyes. In a voice so small and innocent that it seemed impossible to come from a mare of Memoir's size, she asked a simple question, "You wouldn't hurt me...would you?

[eclipsestar]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=background,http://i42.tinypic.com/a0x5zs.png] ━━||━━ eмвeя ━━||━━ I am for peace; but when I speak, they are for war. Ember was surprised when Memoir backed up, and her body language spoke clearly of her mistrust and fear. When the mare asked her question, he wanted to laugh. But when he saw just how sincere and fearful the inquiry was stated, he decided again it. Truly, he was not like those kind of loners! Yes, he had encountered those types of scavengers, so he knew what they are like. However, he was not a bit like those stallions! He may look like one, but inwardly, he has a kind heart...something found detestable in the Dark group. His outward meanness--if he had succeeded in acting like so, that is--was just a cover up for a long-buried nugget, his heart of gold. His outward mannerism was still relaxed and easy going, but inside, his mind gave in to the inner voices of conflict. So it is true, he thought half wryly, half sadly, once you are born a Dark, you will always be treated as one. He shrugged. He could not really blame Memoir for thinking like that, since, well, one just simply could not change one's family or birth alliance. And that really stung into him. Back to the mare again. His stance softened. "I give my word that I am not like those kind of loner," he only answered just quietly, "or maybe you just should not take a chance with an equine born from the Demonic Alliance." He turned his head away, a bit hurt and flustered. But deep inside, he could fully understood the other's insecurity. He would not put it against the mare if she was to decide to sudden leave him or something. What he did know was that his growing admiration had to be stopped, to save himself some heartache. On the other hand, what was he to do and act and say at a time like this? He had never encountered this kind of...obstacle before... |Calling| Memoir by MikiWentAWOL! |Muse| Okay |Word Count| 323 |OOC| Poor boy, he doesn't know what to do now... xD Oh, and do you want to add some disaster or something? And do you have an idea of how you want this to end up as?