Post by Alida on Oct 23, 2006 19:45:24 GMT -5
[Name] Answers to Alida.
[Alias] Also answers to Ally.
[Breed] Born of Lipizzaner blood.
Dons a pelt of light grey.
[Sex] Fae.
[Age] Has witnessed 4 springs.
[Height] Stands at 15.3 hands.
[Heritage] Was born in a vale far away. The rest is to be discovered…
[Personality] Beneath her somewhat caustic and mysterious exterior lies a kind heart and sage mind.
[Type] normal
[Write me a story]
{As a foal}
Alida peered over the vale, full of a serenity that dampened her usual youthful energy. She stood proudly in her mother’s shadow, the warmth of her presence a comfort against the brisk morning air. Briefly, they touched in a silent communication, Alida bumping her shoulder ever so slightly against the dappled grey pelt of her mother, Miracle, as if to assure herself that this was real and that her mother continued to stand beside her. Awe at the beauty displayed before her swept through Alida’s form as deep brown orbs examined the lush green of grass that swooned before the caressing current of a late spring breeze. She felt the black fuzz that was the beginning of her mane and the short plume of her tail lift before the whisper of weather, dancing in time to the waking world around her. The sun peeked just over the low mountains in the distance, leaving half of their valley in shadow and half in the light. The crystalline lake that sat cupped in the center of the basin shimmered teasingly in the presence of the rising sun, adding to the sparkle of her home. Below them, many horses with pelts of varying shades of black and white resided, basking in the sun that was gradually conquering their valley. The duo now stood on a crag that rested in the light, the sun resting upon their backs, painting Alida’s lightening coat with the warmth of the spreading dawn. In a moment, Alida felt, rather than saw, her father, Taniel, stalk up behind them, moving so that he stood on the other side of Alida opposite her mother. He curved his muscular neck and massive head so that he could gaze at her with a gentle expression, releasing a soft whicker as he touched his velveteen muzzle to her crest, maw parting to mouth the words, “My daughter,” in a way that spoke of boundless love buried deep within the great white stag. Then, slowly, he moved straight again so that he could observe the kingdom that sprawled majestically before them. And with a deep sigh of complete contentment that caused both her parents to chuckle at her in an adoring manner, Alida knew only one thing in that infinite moment… happiness.
{As a yearling}
Everything was fire. Everywhere Alida looked was a sea of flames that lunged desperately towards any form of life in an attempt to destroy all. The conflagration consumed any moderately dry timber that lay in its path and ate up the dying grass of fall with ease, spreading without pause like a lethal poison. Fire emerged from every direction, killing all unlucky enough to be caught in the paws of this great, unconquerable monster. The horses of her herd were among the unlucky ones, trapped within unending walls of perilous fire, their once peaceful basin now a bowl that held the blaze tightly in its grasp. Snake’s tongues of flame flicked almost teasingly at the trapped horses that were now scrambling wildly against the wall of their home. All Alida could scent was singed horseflesh, all she could hear were the cries of dying horses and screams of immense pain from her fellow herd mates. Fear overwhelmed everything as she sought a way to escape, scanning the edges of their cage. There was nothing, no escape except eventual death. Her auds pounded with the roar, coughs continually ripped from her chest and burning throat. Her coat was nearly afire, so close was she to the flames. Live embers rained from the sky, branding marks upon her coat with intense pain. She paced erratically back and forth, nearly losing control of all fragments of mind in the commotion due to the pressure of fear that pressed so heavily upon her. Then, miraculously, above the fray came a voice that seemed distant beneath the wild snarls of flames, beauty found amidst destruction. It was her mother. She paused, shying away from the flames, attempting a scream in the direction of that weakening voice that died before it could escape her parted maw. "Run, Ally, run! Save yourself! You must go on!" Alida’s nares flared, orbs showing white while the orange of the monster reflected in her features. "Mother, where are you?!" she at last managed to cry, head lifted towards the sky clogged with the devilish smoke. "Alida, you must not worry about me. Promise me! You must promise me!" She paused in the midst of horror, thoughts galloping through her mind. Before she could sound her words of protest, her mother’s voice echoed the same words again, more desperate this time. In a second, she found her maw again parting unwillingly to form the words "I promise" in a way that was only just loud enough for her mother’s auds to capture above the tumult. A jagged breath was sounded from her mother in the form of a strangled scream before she spoke again in a haggard, frantic manner. "Ally, my dear Ally, look to your left, there lies your escape! You must go! You must! Do not worry about us, you must save yourself!" Alida, shaking with the purest form of terror, managed to look to her left. There it was – a gap in the flame caused by a branch that had fallen that was not yet ablaze, drenched in the falling rain. Alida lurched forward; breaths halting as she suddenly tore through the opening, legs skimming the log that was now a host for new fire in an attempt to save herself, flames pushing her from all sides. Then, in a moment her flints touched ground that was temporarily safe from the hunger of flames and she felt a waft of air that was nearly half pure, briefly freeing her lungs of toxic smoke. She felt as if she might live in that precious moment as all thoughts were erased from her mind, a short-lived oasis of freedom before fear again struck with all of its terrible might. Upon a strange impulse in the midst of such returning panic, she managed to glance back to where horror then met her orbs. Her mother’s carcass was bright with the fire that now consumed it. Alida’s legs nearly gave out as tremendous shock overcame the insane fear that was now controlling the motions of her body. With a breath of air she didn’t knew she had that filled her lungs again with fatal smoke, she managed to emit a lonely, longing scream from her lungs, a call to her lost mother. But it was too late. What remained of her family was dying. The wall of flame was closing again with massive jaws, the roar suppressing the sounds that emerged from that cage of death. All feelings overwhelmed her in a moment, but clarity also consumed her and she knew that death still snapped too closely at her heels so that self-preservation caused her flints to fly from that appalling scene with shame and guilt that she did not then have the time to fully realize hanging heavily about her neck. And that is when she began running, running from everything she knew to a new life that was haunted with fire and darkness. All else slipped by as she raced to escape the fire and the even more daunting past. She was deaf, blind, and numb to the flames that licked her coat, the burning brambles that tried to capture her again and leave her for dead, the storm that rumbled angrily above. She knew nothing, only a dark pain that ripped through her body that was entirely internal. Her name was forgotten, her heritage, her pride and innocence. She was made anew, born again of the flames that had destroyed her family. A part of her was dead and would forever remain as such, left in the ashes that now marked what was once a glorious herd. She was the joyful youth no longer.
{As a three year old}
Her heart beat wildly in her chest, cadence increasing and decreasing with each gasp of air as her appendages flung out in a desperate attempt at greater speed. Her orbs grasped to find some semblance of her surroundings as her form flew over the earth, a mere lurid phantom among the shadows of night. The greenery of the forest snapped at her viciously as she bolted over the terra, flints finding purchase in the oppressing darkness. And then, all of a sudden, she stopped; slowing immediately from her blind race against fear to a halt with sides heaving as she pulled great gulps of air into her exasperated figure. Her auds swiveled to and fro, searching for some sign of the nonexistent black stag that haunted her path. She swung her visage from side to side, neck twisting like a snake while her pools attempted to pierce the darkness and find some sign of the marauder. Still, no sound could be heard. All was silent, too silent. The silence was roaring in her ears, threatening to overpower her. Her mind chanted the words that came instinctually, screaming at her to flee for safety that could not be found. Her whole frame shook as if from violent fever, nostrils flared from over-exertion so that the delicate pink was exposed. And then, as suddenly as she had paused, she was running again, shying in an insensible fashion at long-standing shadows as if they were attempting to swallow her whole. Perhaps she really was being swallowed; swallowed by this irrational fear, the fear that could not be overcome that she now fed upon as easily as fodder. The memories returned to her of fire in darkness, of the black stag that had come upon her that one unfortunate night, of death and blood. She, of three years now, felt that every turn of the seasons brought a new catastrophe upon her. Only time could tell what the coming years would bring her. For now, she simply ran and would keep running until at last the welcoming touches of the sun’s rebirth touched her pelt and she could again return to the Alida that existed beneath the guard of light. She wished she could simply forget, but then nothing in life can be quite so easy as to permit past pain to die.
[Alias] Also answers to Ally.
[Breed] Born of Lipizzaner blood.
Dons a pelt of light grey.
[Sex] Fae.
[Age] Has witnessed 4 springs.
[Height] Stands at 15.3 hands.
[Heritage] Was born in a vale far away. The rest is to be discovered…
[Personality] Beneath her somewhat caustic and mysterious exterior lies a kind heart and sage mind.
[Type] normal
[Write me a story]
{As a foal}
Alida peered over the vale, full of a serenity that dampened her usual youthful energy. She stood proudly in her mother’s shadow, the warmth of her presence a comfort against the brisk morning air. Briefly, they touched in a silent communication, Alida bumping her shoulder ever so slightly against the dappled grey pelt of her mother, Miracle, as if to assure herself that this was real and that her mother continued to stand beside her. Awe at the beauty displayed before her swept through Alida’s form as deep brown orbs examined the lush green of grass that swooned before the caressing current of a late spring breeze. She felt the black fuzz that was the beginning of her mane and the short plume of her tail lift before the whisper of weather, dancing in time to the waking world around her. The sun peeked just over the low mountains in the distance, leaving half of their valley in shadow and half in the light. The crystalline lake that sat cupped in the center of the basin shimmered teasingly in the presence of the rising sun, adding to the sparkle of her home. Below them, many horses with pelts of varying shades of black and white resided, basking in the sun that was gradually conquering their valley. The duo now stood on a crag that rested in the light, the sun resting upon their backs, painting Alida’s lightening coat with the warmth of the spreading dawn. In a moment, Alida felt, rather than saw, her father, Taniel, stalk up behind them, moving so that he stood on the other side of Alida opposite her mother. He curved his muscular neck and massive head so that he could gaze at her with a gentle expression, releasing a soft whicker as he touched his velveteen muzzle to her crest, maw parting to mouth the words, “My daughter,” in a way that spoke of boundless love buried deep within the great white stag. Then, slowly, he moved straight again so that he could observe the kingdom that sprawled majestically before them. And with a deep sigh of complete contentment that caused both her parents to chuckle at her in an adoring manner, Alida knew only one thing in that infinite moment… happiness.
{As a yearling}
Everything was fire. Everywhere Alida looked was a sea of flames that lunged desperately towards any form of life in an attempt to destroy all. The conflagration consumed any moderately dry timber that lay in its path and ate up the dying grass of fall with ease, spreading without pause like a lethal poison. Fire emerged from every direction, killing all unlucky enough to be caught in the paws of this great, unconquerable monster. The horses of her herd were among the unlucky ones, trapped within unending walls of perilous fire, their once peaceful basin now a bowl that held the blaze tightly in its grasp. Snake’s tongues of flame flicked almost teasingly at the trapped horses that were now scrambling wildly against the wall of their home. All Alida could scent was singed horseflesh, all she could hear were the cries of dying horses and screams of immense pain from her fellow herd mates. Fear overwhelmed everything as she sought a way to escape, scanning the edges of their cage. There was nothing, no escape except eventual death. Her auds pounded with the roar, coughs continually ripped from her chest and burning throat. Her coat was nearly afire, so close was she to the flames. Live embers rained from the sky, branding marks upon her coat with intense pain. She paced erratically back and forth, nearly losing control of all fragments of mind in the commotion due to the pressure of fear that pressed so heavily upon her. Then, miraculously, above the fray came a voice that seemed distant beneath the wild snarls of flames, beauty found amidst destruction. It was her mother. She paused, shying away from the flames, attempting a scream in the direction of that weakening voice that died before it could escape her parted maw. "Run, Ally, run! Save yourself! You must go on!" Alida’s nares flared, orbs showing white while the orange of the monster reflected in her features. "Mother, where are you?!" she at last managed to cry, head lifted towards the sky clogged with the devilish smoke. "Alida, you must not worry about me. Promise me! You must promise me!" She paused in the midst of horror, thoughts galloping through her mind. Before she could sound her words of protest, her mother’s voice echoed the same words again, more desperate this time. In a second, she found her maw again parting unwillingly to form the words "I promise" in a way that was only just loud enough for her mother’s auds to capture above the tumult. A jagged breath was sounded from her mother in the form of a strangled scream before she spoke again in a haggard, frantic manner. "Ally, my dear Ally, look to your left, there lies your escape! You must go! You must! Do not worry about us, you must save yourself!" Alida, shaking with the purest form of terror, managed to look to her left. There it was – a gap in the flame caused by a branch that had fallen that was not yet ablaze, drenched in the falling rain. Alida lurched forward; breaths halting as she suddenly tore through the opening, legs skimming the log that was now a host for new fire in an attempt to save herself, flames pushing her from all sides. Then, in a moment her flints touched ground that was temporarily safe from the hunger of flames and she felt a waft of air that was nearly half pure, briefly freeing her lungs of toxic smoke. She felt as if she might live in that precious moment as all thoughts were erased from her mind, a short-lived oasis of freedom before fear again struck with all of its terrible might. Upon a strange impulse in the midst of such returning panic, she managed to glance back to where horror then met her orbs. Her mother’s carcass was bright with the fire that now consumed it. Alida’s legs nearly gave out as tremendous shock overcame the insane fear that was now controlling the motions of her body. With a breath of air she didn’t knew she had that filled her lungs again with fatal smoke, she managed to emit a lonely, longing scream from her lungs, a call to her lost mother. But it was too late. What remained of her family was dying. The wall of flame was closing again with massive jaws, the roar suppressing the sounds that emerged from that cage of death. All feelings overwhelmed her in a moment, but clarity also consumed her and she knew that death still snapped too closely at her heels so that self-preservation caused her flints to fly from that appalling scene with shame and guilt that she did not then have the time to fully realize hanging heavily about her neck. And that is when she began running, running from everything she knew to a new life that was haunted with fire and darkness. All else slipped by as she raced to escape the fire and the even more daunting past. She was deaf, blind, and numb to the flames that licked her coat, the burning brambles that tried to capture her again and leave her for dead, the storm that rumbled angrily above. She knew nothing, only a dark pain that ripped through her body that was entirely internal. Her name was forgotten, her heritage, her pride and innocence. She was made anew, born again of the flames that had destroyed her family. A part of her was dead and would forever remain as such, left in the ashes that now marked what was once a glorious herd. She was the joyful youth no longer.
{As a three year old}
Her heart beat wildly in her chest, cadence increasing and decreasing with each gasp of air as her appendages flung out in a desperate attempt at greater speed. Her orbs grasped to find some semblance of her surroundings as her form flew over the earth, a mere lurid phantom among the shadows of night. The greenery of the forest snapped at her viciously as she bolted over the terra, flints finding purchase in the oppressing darkness. And then, all of a sudden, she stopped; slowing immediately from her blind race against fear to a halt with sides heaving as she pulled great gulps of air into her exasperated figure. Her auds swiveled to and fro, searching for some sign of the nonexistent black stag that haunted her path. She swung her visage from side to side, neck twisting like a snake while her pools attempted to pierce the darkness and find some sign of the marauder. Still, no sound could be heard. All was silent, too silent. The silence was roaring in her ears, threatening to overpower her. Her mind chanted the words that came instinctually, screaming at her to flee for safety that could not be found. Her whole frame shook as if from violent fever, nostrils flared from over-exertion so that the delicate pink was exposed. And then, as suddenly as she had paused, she was running again, shying in an insensible fashion at long-standing shadows as if they were attempting to swallow her whole. Perhaps she really was being swallowed; swallowed by this irrational fear, the fear that could not be overcome that she now fed upon as easily as fodder. The memories returned to her of fire in darkness, of the black stag that had come upon her that one unfortunate night, of death and blood. She, of three years now, felt that every turn of the seasons brought a new catastrophe upon her. Only time could tell what the coming years would bring her. For now, she simply ran and would keep running until at last the welcoming touches of the sun’s rebirth touched her pelt and she could again return to the Alida that existed beneath the guard of light. She wished she could simply forget, but then nothing in life can be quite so easy as to permit past pain to die.
