Post by Etenia on Jun 29, 2011 0:15:57 GMT -5
-Grassy Plains, Prairie-
A long days night of walking the borders has left the black Dorado stallion drained, but rather than out trying to find a safe place to rest, he's settled under a tree. If anyone or thing was to coming waltzing in he'd hear it, right? Within moments Itzal is asleep.
Slowly and surely a dream comes to the Dorado horse. The world around him is set ablaze. Crackle... Crackle.. Then a tree falls down in front of him. His home is lost and it haunts him now. Beyond the trees, he sees Cliantha and Taima. Ghostlike and ethereal, they come charging towards him. They don't see him as they gallop right by him. More noises of animals screaming and moving about as they flee.
He had stopped just before the falling tree, thus narrowly missing an untimely capture within the flames. Rearing up in disbelief to what it sees; his heart bounds within his chest. Why was he experiencing this again, wasn't once enough. Looking around for any type of escape its there that the charging of Cliantha and Taima toward him bring relief. But wait, they weren't there before, or were they... he couldn't remember. "Hey!" He calls out but its like they don't even see him. What was going on. "Hey!" He calls out again as they run by - still nothing.
The dream fades from fire to a smoldering death of a forest. There is mass devastation here with trees and bushes all charred black. There is no sign of Cliantha and Taima but there are others talking, bears as the move around to poke at the charred life. "I hate it when this happens. It will mean all the animals will be in a frenzy for sometime. They will carry disease and slowly there will be in famine in other areas." The bears run by without seeing Itzal.
Itzal fears that he may now be alone as the two mare pass him without a notice. Standing there in distress, all he knew burning around him, he looked for a way to follow but to no avail. Was this the end, would he never see them again. Closing his eyes he wished it was over. Upon reopening them the forest was different, the flames where gone bringing confusion. Wasn't he suppose to wake injured and collapsed. It is then that he's scared eye begins to burn in pain. Wincing, he's attention is drawn to the voices around him and the pain suddenly disappears. Listening in, he tries to gain there attention but just as he does they run off. Disease and famine.. what was going on. He needed to find a way out.
The wind rushes as it turns into a gust blowing away all the ashes of the trees but it won't touch him at all. The ground shifts under him to a hazy beautiful meadow. Tall stalks of grass reeds with short bits in the distant. Another horse herd clamors about with a familiar horse, Cliantha's mother. She is there with her sister, Cliantha's aunt. There is laughter here with several foals moving about. Beside Itzal, Cliantha comes near, "I'm so glad to see them happy. So glad they are alive. I wish I could just stay there with them. Don't you, Itzal?"
It was as if he had been wondering for days, feeling as to go no further. But as he is about to give up all hope, greenage pours out beneath him. His eyes were playing tricks on him, they had to be. Closing them, they reopen to a meadow and a voice he knew but thought he'd never see again. It was Cliantha and his eyes grow big. Was it all a dream; if it was, it was a good one. Looking at the mares ahead Itzal smiles. "Why cant we?" He turns to Clia, bumping his head against her.
Cliantha smiles as she nuzzles her nose against his neck, "Oh, Itzal. She is wonderful to watch but I don't belong with her. I wish I did. I miss her so much." She looks at him this time, "If you want to, you can go to her. You'll see her likely, but I am with..." her body falls away and behind Itzal a grunt and shaking of the ground. The darkness takes over the beautiful scene in front of him. All the meadows are overcast and what is left is drowned in this death stench.
She was wonderful to watch, yes, but what he didn't understand was why she didn't, or couldn't stay. This was her mother was it not. Turning from Cliantha he head shakes saying, "I would rather stay with..." as he goes to looks back at her she is gone. He knew it was to good to be true, but so badly he wished it was. Turning his ears back upon hearing the grunt, the stallion looks to the ground as it begins to shake. What was going on, where she did go.
The beast that killed Sirocco looms several yards away with the crows over head circle calling out, "Chosen ones! Chosen!" The cackle with glee, "Give us more food!" It doesn't attack him, but it steps aside and it shows Cliantha's body laying there dead. The crows dive down to start eating her body. Yet her spirit climbs out and begins again to head towards you. "Itzal, I'm here with you. I'm always with you. Taima is here too! You do /like/ her." She taunts him softly but she nears him and her body feels renewed and young even thought a moment ago she was dead. Her mane is even softer and her eyes shine very bright at him and her nose nuzzles against his gently. "I'm right here."
Itzal now stood there, his mind a clutter. The beast seen, but his attention was drawn upward to the crows; their calling of the 'Chosen Ones.' He still had no idea who these chosen ones where, but it wasn't his main focus. He wanted to find Cliantha. His goal was soon presented to him in the form of a dead body; it was hers. There were no words the express how he felt as he slowly moved toward the body till the bird dove in the feast. "No! Get away from her!" He shouts, picking up his pace until Clia's spirit rises and approaches him. He stops just before it suddenly feeling like something isn't right. "No..." He says first. "I mean, yes I do, but you, its always been you." He just about blurts. "I.." Looking to the ground even when touched he says, "You say that, but your not really, are you. I wish you truly were." He looks up stepping back.
In her new spirit form, "I'm really what? What has always been me?" She smiles so happily. "I want to go home Itzal. I'm really here with you." She doesn't look back at her former dead body. "We all live and die. We all transform Itzal. Transform..." Her head leans against his. "So much suffering and pain. Sometimes we just have to let it out of us. Say what you need to say and own all of it, Itzal." She neighs happily then the scene around them changes to the Dorado herd but that flashes and it is gone to another herd that is unfamiliar to him. Yet, a foal comes over to her, nuzzling her. Others call her and want her advice, some even mention she is lead.
If she was really here, then why did her body lay lifeless upon the ground. This isn't how he wanted things to happen; Itzal wanted so much more. "You aren't suppose to die this way." Shutting his eyes tight he shook his head. He wanted to push it all away, for things to go back the way they were; before the pain and suffering. When all is quiet for a moment, he looks up and its a foal that draws him back. Was it hers? He looks out across the way to the others who call out for Clia. In a way he smiled, this was how she, no, they were suppose to live. If only it were all real.
Cliantha shakes her head, "I'm not dead. I'm transformed. Death is a release. It is not a finality, Itzal. We flow from what state of living to another." She chuckles softly and nuzzles him again. "This is my home now. You thought I'd go to the Dorado herd? Transform, Itzal. Time to. It is time for you to decide where you belong and what you want to do in your life. No more dawdling." The foal near her says, "Mommie? Why does he look so confused? Who is he?"
Because he was confused. There was something in Itzal that he was missing and wasn't sure how to get back even if it stood before him. "I don't know.." He liked the life he was living. Quiet now, he stood there in a blank stare trying to figure out what he wanted to do. No, he knew what he wanted to do, he wanted to protect his family, his friends. He wanted to ensure that whatever danger was out there wasn't what made his life a painful one. He wanted to be where ever he was needed. Stamping the ground he looks to Cliantha. "If I'm going to do this, then I'm going to need your help."
Cliantha's form begins to change to what it is currently. The shininess of her new form drips away and the land around them swirls into the Dorado herd. It is the present time. "What did you need my help with, Itzal?" Not far behind her is Orion, Miel, Dandelion, Strawberry, Mimiteh and Virgil. "I am always here to help." She laughs softly, "Have you been missing for a few days? We did have the near scared of the river being infected. Birds dropped out of the sky dead. Soon we will have more to worry about it seems." She sighs with worry in her eyes. Those are not eyes of brightness anymore. No words of wisdom linger.
Things might of gone back to normal but Itzal was still confused, even has he woke to the sound of Cliantha's voice and the hoof steps of those behind her. "Have you been listening in on me again.." he chuckles to the point where he is nearly out of breath. Catching it he says, "Near scare concerning the river?" He hmms, slowly picking himself up from the ground. "Then that is what I need your help on." How he was going to implement all that he would do he wasn't sure of yet, but hopefuly in time it'll all come together.
Cliantha laughs softly as she nudges her nose against his neck, "I handled it." She nods to the others behind her now. Standing there is only Miel, Orion and Virgil. "They helped me. But you can help me and I can help you in other ways." She giggles but it fades into the sorrow that fills her heart. About to say something to him, when something pushes on his body, the one that is still asleep. There are a few more nudges, some on his neck and a few at his flank.
Thats not the way he meant but Itzal nods regardless. It was good to know the river incedent was taken care of. About to say something to her a an odd feeling beings to pull at him as if someone were trying to wake him. Wasn't he already awake though. As the nudging become are intense the stallion shifts soon waking from a rather deep sleep.
Cliantha looks at him worriedly. "Itzal? Are you okay?" She dips her muzzle near his ear, then she steps back, "You were talking in your sleep. What's wrong?" She backs up, a few stamps on the ground. Her tail flicks as she waits for him to respond to her.
Itzal wasn't quite fully awake when he sees the mare next to him but he does manage to catch some of what she said. Talking in his sleep, how embarrassing. Blinking his eyes he looks at her. "Wrong.. nothing is wrong." Murmured are his words he slowly starts to pick himself up from the ground. "What did I say?"
Cliantha sighs and grins slightly, "I couldn't understand you. I think at one point you said 'Taima' and then you said 'Cliantha'. You were thrashing even and I was getting concerned that you were sick or something else." She looks at him with relief as she leans her head against his.
"Sick.. never." Itzal says, "Not with you around anyway." A light chuckle escapes him as he brushes his head against yours when leaned. "I did have the strangest dream though. One in fact, I hope doesn't come true." Not that all of it was bad, but still.
A long days night of walking the borders has left the black Dorado stallion drained, but rather than out trying to find a safe place to rest, he's settled under a tree. If anyone or thing was to coming waltzing in he'd hear it, right? Within moments Itzal is asleep.
Slowly and surely a dream comes to the Dorado horse. The world around him is set ablaze. Crackle... Crackle.. Then a tree falls down in front of him. His home is lost and it haunts him now. Beyond the trees, he sees Cliantha and Taima. Ghostlike and ethereal, they come charging towards him. They don't see him as they gallop right by him. More noises of animals screaming and moving about as they flee.
He had stopped just before the falling tree, thus narrowly missing an untimely capture within the flames. Rearing up in disbelief to what it sees; his heart bounds within his chest. Why was he experiencing this again, wasn't once enough. Looking around for any type of escape its there that the charging of Cliantha and Taima toward him bring relief. But wait, they weren't there before, or were they... he couldn't remember. "Hey!" He calls out but its like they don't even see him. What was going on. "Hey!" He calls out again as they run by - still nothing.
The dream fades from fire to a smoldering death of a forest. There is mass devastation here with trees and bushes all charred black. There is no sign of Cliantha and Taima but there are others talking, bears as the move around to poke at the charred life. "I hate it when this happens. It will mean all the animals will be in a frenzy for sometime. They will carry disease and slowly there will be in famine in other areas." The bears run by without seeing Itzal.
Itzal fears that he may now be alone as the two mare pass him without a notice. Standing there in distress, all he knew burning around him, he looked for a way to follow but to no avail. Was this the end, would he never see them again. Closing his eyes he wished it was over. Upon reopening them the forest was different, the flames where gone bringing confusion. Wasn't he suppose to wake injured and collapsed. It is then that he's scared eye begins to burn in pain. Wincing, he's attention is drawn to the voices around him and the pain suddenly disappears. Listening in, he tries to gain there attention but just as he does they run off. Disease and famine.. what was going on. He needed to find a way out.
The wind rushes as it turns into a gust blowing away all the ashes of the trees but it won't touch him at all. The ground shifts under him to a hazy beautiful meadow. Tall stalks of grass reeds with short bits in the distant. Another horse herd clamors about with a familiar horse, Cliantha's mother. She is there with her sister, Cliantha's aunt. There is laughter here with several foals moving about. Beside Itzal, Cliantha comes near, "I'm so glad to see them happy. So glad they are alive. I wish I could just stay there with them. Don't you, Itzal?"
It was as if he had been wondering for days, feeling as to go no further. But as he is about to give up all hope, greenage pours out beneath him. His eyes were playing tricks on him, they had to be. Closing them, they reopen to a meadow and a voice he knew but thought he'd never see again. It was Cliantha and his eyes grow big. Was it all a dream; if it was, it was a good one. Looking at the mares ahead Itzal smiles. "Why cant we?" He turns to Clia, bumping his head against her.
Cliantha smiles as she nuzzles her nose against his neck, "Oh, Itzal. She is wonderful to watch but I don't belong with her. I wish I did. I miss her so much." She looks at him this time, "If you want to, you can go to her. You'll see her likely, but I am with..." her body falls away and behind Itzal a grunt and shaking of the ground. The darkness takes over the beautiful scene in front of him. All the meadows are overcast and what is left is drowned in this death stench.
She was wonderful to watch, yes, but what he didn't understand was why she didn't, or couldn't stay. This was her mother was it not. Turning from Cliantha he head shakes saying, "I would rather stay with..." as he goes to looks back at her she is gone. He knew it was to good to be true, but so badly he wished it was. Turning his ears back upon hearing the grunt, the stallion looks to the ground as it begins to shake. What was going on, where she did go.
The beast that killed Sirocco looms several yards away with the crows over head circle calling out, "Chosen ones! Chosen!" The cackle with glee, "Give us more food!" It doesn't attack him, but it steps aside and it shows Cliantha's body laying there dead. The crows dive down to start eating her body. Yet her spirit climbs out and begins again to head towards you. "Itzal, I'm here with you. I'm always with you. Taima is here too! You do /like/ her." She taunts him softly but she nears him and her body feels renewed and young even thought a moment ago she was dead. Her mane is even softer and her eyes shine very bright at him and her nose nuzzles against his gently. "I'm right here."
Itzal now stood there, his mind a clutter. The beast seen, but his attention was drawn upward to the crows; their calling of the 'Chosen Ones.' He still had no idea who these chosen ones where, but it wasn't his main focus. He wanted to find Cliantha. His goal was soon presented to him in the form of a dead body; it was hers. There were no words the express how he felt as he slowly moved toward the body till the bird dove in the feast. "No! Get away from her!" He shouts, picking up his pace until Clia's spirit rises and approaches him. He stops just before it suddenly feeling like something isn't right. "No..." He says first. "I mean, yes I do, but you, its always been you." He just about blurts. "I.." Looking to the ground even when touched he says, "You say that, but your not really, are you. I wish you truly were." He looks up stepping back.
In her new spirit form, "I'm really what? What has always been me?" She smiles so happily. "I want to go home Itzal. I'm really here with you." She doesn't look back at her former dead body. "We all live and die. We all transform Itzal. Transform..." Her head leans against his. "So much suffering and pain. Sometimes we just have to let it out of us. Say what you need to say and own all of it, Itzal." She neighs happily then the scene around them changes to the Dorado herd but that flashes and it is gone to another herd that is unfamiliar to him. Yet, a foal comes over to her, nuzzling her. Others call her and want her advice, some even mention she is lead.
If she was really here, then why did her body lay lifeless upon the ground. This isn't how he wanted things to happen; Itzal wanted so much more. "You aren't suppose to die this way." Shutting his eyes tight he shook his head. He wanted to push it all away, for things to go back the way they were; before the pain and suffering. When all is quiet for a moment, he looks up and its a foal that draws him back. Was it hers? He looks out across the way to the others who call out for Clia. In a way he smiled, this was how she, no, they were suppose to live. If only it were all real.
Cliantha shakes her head, "I'm not dead. I'm transformed. Death is a release. It is not a finality, Itzal. We flow from what state of living to another." She chuckles softly and nuzzles him again. "This is my home now. You thought I'd go to the Dorado herd? Transform, Itzal. Time to. It is time for you to decide where you belong and what you want to do in your life. No more dawdling." The foal near her says, "Mommie? Why does he look so confused? Who is he?"
Because he was confused. There was something in Itzal that he was missing and wasn't sure how to get back even if it stood before him. "I don't know.." He liked the life he was living. Quiet now, he stood there in a blank stare trying to figure out what he wanted to do. No, he knew what he wanted to do, he wanted to protect his family, his friends. He wanted to ensure that whatever danger was out there wasn't what made his life a painful one. He wanted to be where ever he was needed. Stamping the ground he looks to Cliantha. "If I'm going to do this, then I'm going to need your help."
Cliantha's form begins to change to what it is currently. The shininess of her new form drips away and the land around them swirls into the Dorado herd. It is the present time. "What did you need my help with, Itzal?" Not far behind her is Orion, Miel, Dandelion, Strawberry, Mimiteh and Virgil. "I am always here to help." She laughs softly, "Have you been missing for a few days? We did have the near scared of the river being infected. Birds dropped out of the sky dead. Soon we will have more to worry about it seems." She sighs with worry in her eyes. Those are not eyes of brightness anymore. No words of wisdom linger.
Things might of gone back to normal but Itzal was still confused, even has he woke to the sound of Cliantha's voice and the hoof steps of those behind her. "Have you been listening in on me again.." he chuckles to the point where he is nearly out of breath. Catching it he says, "Near scare concerning the river?" He hmms, slowly picking himself up from the ground. "Then that is what I need your help on." How he was going to implement all that he would do he wasn't sure of yet, but hopefuly in time it'll all come together.
Cliantha laughs softly as she nudges her nose against his neck, "I handled it." She nods to the others behind her now. Standing there is only Miel, Orion and Virgil. "They helped me. But you can help me and I can help you in other ways." She giggles but it fades into the sorrow that fills her heart. About to say something to him, when something pushes on his body, the one that is still asleep. There are a few more nudges, some on his neck and a few at his flank.
Thats not the way he meant but Itzal nods regardless. It was good to know the river incedent was taken care of. About to say something to her a an odd feeling beings to pull at him as if someone were trying to wake him. Wasn't he already awake though. As the nudging become are intense the stallion shifts soon waking from a rather deep sleep.
Cliantha looks at him worriedly. "Itzal? Are you okay?" She dips her muzzle near his ear, then she steps back, "You were talking in your sleep. What's wrong?" She backs up, a few stamps on the ground. Her tail flicks as she waits for him to respond to her.
Itzal wasn't quite fully awake when he sees the mare next to him but he does manage to catch some of what she said. Talking in his sleep, how embarrassing. Blinking his eyes he looks at her. "Wrong.. nothing is wrong." Murmured are his words he slowly starts to pick himself up from the ground. "What did I say?"
Cliantha sighs and grins slightly, "I couldn't understand you. I think at one point you said 'Taima' and then you said 'Cliantha'. You were thrashing even and I was getting concerned that you were sick or something else." She looks at him with relief as she leans her head against his.
"Sick.. never." Itzal says, "Not with you around anyway." A light chuckle escapes him as he brushes his head against yours when leaned. "I did have the strangest dream though. One in fact, I hope doesn't come true." Not that all of it was bad, but still.