{ The Instant Classic

[rayvencullen.]

CHRISTIAN
The instant classic.

Spring was finally here and her winter coat had been pulled apart by her yellowed fangs to reveal her sleek bodice, tainted with dark flecks of growing oldness and wiseness. Some say she was regal and fit more of parade horse, but she was here; wild and free in this open range, free of boundries and everything else. Christian was her name, and experienced she was in the field of wild medicine practice; she was a dream to have around to talk to and play around with. But now as she moved on her long palomino stilts she looked depressed, some kind of out-of-this-world look glazing her eyes as she looked around with atlantic blue opticals, would anyone break her out of this state?

;yuck, I suck at starter posts.

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[sidewinder]

K.am.i.ka.z.e
There was a smell in the air. A smell that was of mare. And of course, thought I as that thought struck me, there would be a smell of mare in the air. I was in the claiming grounds, searching for my very first life long partner. It was odd, really. The first step out into the world, I didn't really know what I was doing or who exactly I'd bump into.
My molted daggers struck out across the lush spring grass, caring me toward the strongest scent of mare. My thoughts of other things would have to be put to rest. My loyalty to my old home must be severed, for here I need to breath a new. And that was when I saw her, a palomino beauty, standing there waiting for the end to come. I stopped about twenty yards away, simply gazing at her, sizing her up to see if she would like me to approach.
She was a pretty devil, with her blaze and her flaxen mane, but it looked unkempt today, as if she wasn't really sure she was happy to be awake. And then I saw her eyes, those brilliant blue eyes, look straight at me; searching my soul for an answer of hope and encouragement. At this challenge, I could not step down. And so I approached with a whinny and a toss of my head to make sure she knew I was coming.
And then I was before her, about five feet in front of her, and I stopped. I looked at her once again, and a smile lit upon my face. She was indeed beautiful, though I could not help but notice a bit of age in her eyes and on her teeth as she lipped air in my dream like state, and I worried not that others would think me mindless for claiming an older mare, but that she would look upon me as a foolish young colt and tell me to begone. I could not let her do such a thing. I needed a family, for I missed mine tremondously. I missed having something to protect. But, enough about thoughts.
I whickered softly, my ears pricked forward, and then I got down to my knees, my crania sweeping across the grass as I bowed. Such a regal lady needed a royal treatment. After a few moments in this position, I slowly unfurled myself, comparative to a lotus flower, and I looked up to her, waiting for her to tell me to stand and stop kissing the ground she walked upon. Yes, I'll admit, I'm a bit of a suck up.
"Oh princess of the golden sun, won't you let me know your name? Mine own is Kamikaze, though most who know me call me simply Kami."

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[rayvencullen.]

CHRISTIAN

The instant classic.

There was a snap of twigs in the distance which caused her gentle facade to turn towards the sounds, her slender audits perked upon her head interupting the sea of light gray hairs that sprung above her poll and cascade down her powerful feminine neck. Her stomach would swell and deflate with her breathing, a hind leg pushing out to make her appearence more demanding and even curious. It was in her nature to be so curious, and when he came from the underbrush her shoulder turned towards her flanks to fully face him, her neck snapping back in suprise and a little gasp coming from her maw. Oh, why hello sir! her words were soft, guiding him to allow him into her little personal world. When he dropped down onto his knees in a bow towards her, she turned her head away disgustedly. Upon your feet, don't show such lowness to my stature.. she muttered lowly, dropping her head to level with her spine and to paw at the ground with a golden hoof. So, Kamikaze, what brings you into the light of the infamous Christian, if you wish to call me that. She shook the tressels out of her eyes and turned away from him, walking off a few feet and lashing out her banner with a low whicker. You think you can come to me unannounced!? her mood had suddenly changed, too quick for her liking as she rounded on him, spinning ever quickly on her hinds and clacking her fangs together. WELL!? she rolled her opticals awaiting an answer.

[sidewinder]

If horses had eyebrows, his would have been raised in disbelief. Mares. Such a confusing bunch! I had not been in her presence for more than five seconds, and she managed to have five different tones and ways of speaking. first way was kind, second way was slightly jabbingly depressing, and third was poking fun of herself, fourth was enraged, and five was just darn pissy. She had to be in heat and freaking out because she lost her period.
Nonetheless, I quickly clamored to my feet. This must be what menopause was like to go through. I glad that I was a stallion. I trotted toward her, my voice in no way altered by her odd behavior to me trying to act accordingly.
"I did knock, miss. I was standing right in front of you the whole time I approached, I even whinnied to announce my coming."
To answer the first of her questions at least. For the next, I'd have to think on my toes.
"I would never call you such a name, for I know not of you. To me, you will always be famous, miss Christian, as the first horse I ever spoke to in these lands."
What more was I too say? Was I to be demanding? I snorted, flaring my nostrils in confusion as I watched her. She was pretty, but she must have gotten used to being alone.
"I pray, lady Christian, won't you tell me why the world cries for you?"

[rayvencullen.]

CHRISTIAN
The instant classic.

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There was a small pout painted on her face as she stared at him with deep, thoughful chocolate pools; indeed he did call before he emerged in front of her, but just because she was standing here didn't mean she was actually here. There were rumors around that she could alternate between nations, between the living world and spiritual world; it had been passed down from her mother, she'd suppose; but sometimes this ability of hers would scare her hairs white - if they could turn colours. When she turned towards him again, her eyes clouded with a grey mist and she perked her ears, They're calling to me, who are they? she spoke mostly to herself, casting a glance around the clearing mysteriously before her gaze turned back to him, a worried expression playing her feminine features as she took a step forward, Those voices.. Kami can you hear them? she asked curiously, raising her facade slowly to peer at the moon that shone down upon them, giving her an even glow off her peltage; she was a beauty. When she did lower her head, however, her pools were the same brown colour they were moments earlier, and upon her lips was a small frown before they began to move: I.. I'm sorry for my weirdness.. it's hard to explain.

Her chest swelled with a loud bellowed sigh as she dropped down to her own knees, first her frontal lowered then her haunches, plumping down onto the ground and lowering her head to rest on her front foreleg. You don't understand me.. you never will.. you've heard of those equines with spiritual sides, right? Riku and all? her lids fluttered close and her head shook disbelievingly, No, you can't know Riku.. you just got here.. she flared her nasals wonderingly and pulled her ears back to train themselves on him. He'd never understand her, not what she was or the ability she had; it would be so hard to explain to him that is was passed down from generation to generation; he'd probably just laugh at her and tell everyone she was crazy, so all she could do for the time being was just stay silent and await any words he wanted to speak towards her, if he didn't already suspect she was extremely pyschotic. When she did raise her head momentarily it was only to watch a flock of birds raise to the sky from their tree perches, and she wished she could live without a care like they did; she was horse and was cursed to live.

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[sidewinder]

I did not know what to say. When at first she asked me if the voices were real, I thought I had gotten in too deep. But she was beautiful. There was fear in her eyes. I didn't know what all to do. I was new to this game. I did what I thought was best, when her speech was done. What my father had raised me to do. I reached out, and gently as I could I nudged her nape, eyes trained still upon her fisage. She was beautiful, I could not deny that will for her to be in my herd because of that, but I could at least prove to her that there was more to me than just looks. I did not pull my head away. Instead I listened to those voices that I could hear. Those of the birds in the trees, that of her heart beat and that of my own, the wind in the trees and rustling through the grass, voices of the frogs ribbiting and the crickets chirping, the voice of the wind beneath the bird's wings as they took flight. Yes, I could hear their voices. I could hear them, and though I knew her meaning was deeper, I knew she would not understand that I understood she was different, she was amazingly special, I had to speak. With my head so near hers, I whispered gently.
"Though they may not be the one's you hear, I here voices too. Your supposed weirdness means nothing to me, for it is an outward appearance. So, maybe I don't know high beings, but you can teach me, and I will protect you against anyone who ever thinks they have the better hand over you. There is no need to explain. I know what it is like to be..."
My voice trailed off. What was the word I was looking for. Different wasn't strong enough, insane was not right and definitely would not be taken the right way. So what word was I looking for? Yes, that word would do.
"Out of place."
I nudged her gently again, and then I stepped away, it really had not been my place to stand at her side when she had not allowed me to yet.

[rayvencullen.]

CHRISTIAN
The instant classic.

He would never know what it felt to be an outcast like her in a world full of danger, she had no one to protect her or someone to love her and hold her dear to them like a precious possession. Mother had taught her she was nothing to the world, just a toy used by stallions to produce foals; she was raised on that and it would stick with her forever, then there of course was her special world jumping ability which made her even more of an outcast that caused almost everyone to look down at her in shame. With her thoughts she sighed a soft noise, shaking her head once more before watching another flock of birds soar through the air and a few bugs scuttle by her nose, then listened to the world around her: the leaves rustling with the wind and the soft fluurrr the grass and her mane made when the wind whipped through it untamed and free to wander wherever it wished. No, Kamikaze, you don't understand me! You don't understand The Instant Classic one single bit! No matter what you say you hear you don't hear them; you can't!

Her long limbs stretched out in front of her to push her slender form up into a sit, her head hung in shame and tiredness she couldn't explain. Her mane fluttered forward to tickle at her cheek and her forelock splashing around her ears. See.. years ago.. she began, her chest swelling again as her chocolate eyes looked up at him, sadness; pain; and a grey mist all mixed together. These spirits, she motioned to the spirits with her lips before turning back to him, .. these people are my family. Maybe some others couldn't see them, but they were present; a black stallion stepped forward, his holographic form swaying silently over the grass in which flattened under his invisiable form. [color=Maroon]This is Night, my father,

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[sidewinder]

How exactly could anyone understand when you were getting screamed at about how you couldn't possibly understand. No one can understand your speech when they're deaf!
I stomped my hoof in frustration, why wouldn't she believe me about me not caring what she did in her spare time? She was pretty. She looked healthy. She had a beautiful soul, she was just misunderstood. Why wouldn't she believe me?
And then came that feeling, as if something was pushing into my side, trying to rip me away from her. She was staring off into space away from this, staring up at the moon with tears in her eyes. And here I was, fighting off some invisible demon. It must be her father. She really isn't crazy.
I squealed slightly and bit at my side as if there was a flea biting me, but really it was to tell him to go away. I meant well, I really did. I couldn't see him, which is part of the reason I was so worried. This stallion would be impossible to get around if I didn't get him on my side. Was he protecting her, or was he overprotective. And so softly I spoke to the wind, for that was all I saw. Perhaps the gust of wind on my pelt was him snorting with his ears pinned, telling me to get away. My voice was barely above a whisper, shaking with slight fear of what this unseen predator could do to me.
"Lord Night, though I see you not, I know you must be there. Your daughter is beautiful, I wish only for you to let me take care of her. You may watch over me if you wish, and scold me if I do wrong her, but I will try my best. Sir, I will give her the world, if you will but let me..."
I was the crazy one now. At least she could see the spirit. I was talking to dead air sincerely. And then I turned to the fae, having dealt with my own heartache, I must deal with hers. The tears that fell down her cheek. I had no other instinct. I bummered softly to her, telling her I was still here, and then gently I lipped her cheek, drying her tears. I pulled away a little, and softly I whispered.
"I don't care if you explain, I may not understand what it is all about, but in due time, you can tell me. Perhaps though, you would like to come to my home with me, so at least you have a place to rest without the fear of wolves."

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[rayvencullen.]

CHRISTIAN
The instant classic.

There was a pause in the black stallion's movements, some falter in his step as he moved towards his daughter to nuzzle at her gently and contently, blowing his nares into her mane in which caused her to absently giggle mixed with the deep throaty chuckle in which Night emitted.

[/color] Stop father! she huffed, a small pout painting her features again as she swung out her fangs towards him, in which he hopped sideways to avoid before she rose to her hooves, her small body leaning to the left a little. Sir Kamikaze, I trust you with my daughter; but you remember boy, in the spirit world or not, I can, and will hurt you if you step out of line. Father! she exclaimed rudely, snorting softly before she took a step towards him, her step a little wobbly but she made her way to him none-the-less. What father is trying to say is that he doesn't mind me going home with you, she sniffled , blinking away the tears and the grey film that hung over her chocolate pools before she looked back at the fuming black stallion, who just turned his head away and disappeared.

She shook her tressels slightly, swinging her head back around to his figure as she watched him steadily. There was no trace of her emotions in her eyes, nor her posture as she danced forward. So, where is this home of yours? she asked warily, flicking her ears around to catch every single sound the world made. The rustle of the leaves yet again, the flurrr of the grass, the thump of their hearts and the tweets of the birds, and when she flanked him she gently began to groom his back with mutal feelings, her own plane stiffened as she moved so; was she hurt? Injured perhaps? No, nonsense, she was a mastermind in the medical field and she was pretty sure she could take care of herself, but then she spoke again. No wolf can harm me, she muttered quite boldly, but her voice told her otherwise. She infact was terrified of wolves, and would hightail it rather then fight, then again in the state she was in who wouldn't run?[/blockquote]
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