Feeling Is Believing (2)

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Bristile
I am an ancient warrior...a god of Time.

Bristile opened his eyes. The warm, golden air had stopped, and now he was in a land of green. The forest was old, older than many of the gods, and just as old as Bristile himself. However, the grass was young and green, but the trees were tall. Massive, over a hundred feet tall, and their trunks were thick and strong. Bristile walked forward several steps, making his way through the narrow, ancient and worn trail. Many mortals would fear this place. The haunting trees, and creatures lurking in the bushes. It was dangerous. However, not as dangerous as the lake itself. For in the lake, was a creature. The creature had the likeness of a horse, but it was far more horrible than any living horse today, even more so than Hope. Bristile had only ever seen it once, and he did not want to see it again, yet his gut, Time feeling told him that he would. It appeared differently to every horse that looked at it.

Bristile did not wish to think about what the monster looked like, he wanted only to get to the lake this time. He wondered what sort of horse would appear to Nakoma, if they saw it. However, it did not like intruders into it's land, so the odds were it would try and hurt her. That was why it was so hard to come back from the dead here, because of the horror of the creature. He hoped that Nakoma had understood of what he had been speaking of, even though she had not responded. He wanted her to be free, he wanted her to become the goddess of Hope, roaming with Hope himself someday, and freeing the cursed souls. It was the only way he could trick the other gods who believed that these souls deserved to be cursed.

Hope, on the other hand, walked quietly with them. He would not be affected by the monster in the lake, it would not do anything to him. He was too full of Hope for it to affect him, like, or as Bristile believed was the goddess of Love, but he wasn't sure. Did it affect her? He made a mental note to ask. Soon, the lake itself came into view. It was deep, but very clear, and full of the colors of the trees, and the sky; everything above it, that it reflected perfectly, and with extreme beauty. The trees above the mirror, Bristile noticed, were different from the trees around it, they were extremely beautiful, and seemed to glow with lusciousness.

"We're here," he said quietly, and he stopped at the bank, but not close enough to look down into it.

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notes; sorry its not very long, not much time

[Wild@Heart]

I had taken a leap of faith. There was nothing that was stopping
him from ending my life at this moment, and no assurance that I
would still be alive when the portal ended and the real world
began. And yet, I had still followed him. I had allowed myself to
trust and believe, and I hoped that it had paid off, but I didn't
have much to risk.

I had been in a portal only once before, and this time was no
different. The world seemed to be shifting underneath me, my
hooves having no grip as I was hurled through lands. Yet, I had
always managed to stay in an upright position, and I wondered if
the others did too. I added a mental note to ask, and then cleared
my mind of all thoughts as the ride ended, and as the golden
haze cleared my topaz pools widened to take in the odd scenery.

Trees surrounded the portal, trunks so high that I imagened even
the gods that resided in the sky could see them, and that not
even birds ever flew that high. I was sure they were ancient,
moss covering their trunks on the north side for as far up as I
could see, while spindly vines wove their way around the decaying
wood, attempting to choke the plant to death.

But it was really quite gorgeous here, for land that was so old
and worn. But as it seemed, all the terra's of the divine realm
seemed to be stunning, and old. The dirt underneath my hooves was
incredible. I couldn't remember the last time I had smelled such
an intoxicating scent, in this place where the stench of death
was the last thing upon my memory. The way the dirt gave beneath
my hooves, the way the gentle breeze carressed my old worn hide and
tossed about my tassels, the way everything was so different than
that of the land I had been stuck in for far too long was over
whelming. I had a strong urge to just break down and cry, to let
all my emotions take over, while my brain lay dormant for once.
But I knew better, and Bristile and Hope had already begun to move
on.

We were following a worn path, but it was small. Fit for a dear,
and hardly anything bigger. As I strode by, the trees would reach
out their long fingers, hoping to snag my hide with sharp fingernails,
just waiting to lap at the crimson liquid that would bead up. No
light was able to break through the canopy, so it was rather dark
on the lowest level of the forest, and I had to press my nose
against Hope's rump to keep my place as he followed the god. A
normal horse would be weary right now, a horse that had not seen
or done as much as I. But being the cursed fae that I was, the
land's spookiness just made this journey all that more intruiging.
I had no idea what lie ahead, as I had never been allowed to
enter the divine realms, but I trusted Bristile. It was odd,
because I had no reason to trust him, but I did. Maybe it was
because he had tried to save me from the lifestyle that I now lived,
or because he was here to save me, but either way he had gained
my respect and loyalty somewhere along the way, even if I couldn't
justify it myself.

It wasn't long before the lake came into view. While standing
back it seemed calm, and perfect. Everything about was reflected in
it's still surface. I could see myself, taking up rear while
Bristile lead. The trees, which had seemed old before now seemed
to be filled with life, although they were even bigger than before,
and the sun was shimmering on the little ripples. I wouldn't have
believed that evil could come from such a place at first sight,
but as I grew closer I was sure.

My mother, she was standing in the middle of the lake now, which
I knew wasn't possible, and yet she was. It seemed so real, her
scent wafting into my nostrils, while her voice filled my harks.
You Could Have Saved Me You Know, her voice was nothing but a
soft whisper, choppy and haggered as if she were fighting back
tears.

I could feel myself breaking. It was too hard, everything
was too hard. I couldn't handle this, seeing the one person I
loved most in the world and watching her blame her death upon me,
and yet there was nothing I could do to stop it. I fought it back,
pressing the image to the back of my mind as I usually did, and
yet her image was still there, refusing to disappear.

I Loved You. But You Let Me Go. You Weren't There When I Needed
You, You Weren't Keeping Me Warm. I knew that this was so wrong,
that none of this was true, but it seemed so real coming out of
her mouth. Her voice flowing into my harks made everything all
that more true, the way she was standing in that certain way she
always had when something I did didn't please her. Her mouth was
pulled up in a tainted smirk, giving off the same feeling.

No, I snapped, whipping my head back and forth viciously and
causing my mane to become wild and unruly as my forelock lay
positioned over my eyes. I had been standing a ways back, to
lost in the image to remember the others, but now the figure
dissapeared, returning back to where it had come from and I quickly
covered the distance between me and the others.

We're Here. Bristile's voice was quiet as he stood on the bank.
It was odd how the pool seemed to have no affect on him, and as
much as I wanted to question it I didn't. Instead I spoke the words
that were on my mind. You Are A Good Beast, A Good God. I pressed
my soft lips against his shoulder for a moment before continueing
on. You Are The Only One Left With A Heart I Dare Say. My gaze was
soft, my features delicate as I stood elegantly beside him. But
a moment later my brows furrowed as a look of confusion took over.
Why Are You Doing This, I inquired, What Exactly Is In It For You.
There Must Be Something. And What Will Become Of Hope, When No One
Talks To Him Every Day, Or Even Once In A While.

I knew I was asking him alot all at once, but I had so much on my
mind. Everything was so unclear, and I didn't have a chance to
ask any questions before. And now this was the big moment, it was
supposted to be perfect but it seemed anything but. It was tainted
with a sour memory. But Hope was here, hope and Bristile and they
would both share this moment with me, if even, anything happened.

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Other: I hope this is all good and dandy.

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Bristile
I am an ancient warrior...a god of Time

An eerie sadness washed over him. His faced seemed carved out of wood, and his eyes stared, straight ahead. he watched the mare fight the creature, which appeared as her mother from the look of it. He watched her shake her head, heard the mare's voice inside Nakoma's head. He was glad she had been able to follow, even though he had known she would make it, yet it was still a relief to see her. Many horses would perish if they tried to enter this portal, but that was generally due to Polaris. Finally, as she came up behind him, the creature disappeared. He was glad it was leaving them alone for at least a few moments. All was still for a moment, and Bristile's mind wandered a little, thinking of his past, of what was to become of the two horses behind him, what was he going to do?

And then, Nakoma began to speak again. He listened to her words at first, but then he was distracted. When a god is distracted, nothing good can come of it. He vaguely heard her say that he was probably the only god with a heart, and he smiled a little, before his entire body went rigid. Before she appeared. A change, not only emotionally, but physically was instant in appearance. His eyes went dark, turning to a pearly white in color, gleaming, yet the pupil could still be seen, fixed on what was playing on the other side of the lake. A small, fairly dark colored filly, dark chestnut to be exact was frolicking on the other side of the bank. This, normally would not be a problem if he didn't recognize her. He fought the impulse to run to her, and that he needed to stay by Nakoma's side, which he did, and he was thankful for that. However, he still watched, rigid, unaware of the affect that the young filly was having on him.

And a terrible affect it was. On an emotional level, he felt sick, because he knew what was going to happen. Deep in his mind, he also knew that that filly really wasn't his daughter, that his daughter was dead, and that it was a demon that inhabited that body. He had never been able to visit her, because he knew that if he did, he would lose his mind, his heart. He would forget the soul he was, would rip out his feelings, and the Cursed horses would have no hope. However, there was nothing more painful than seeing her over there. He had eyes for absolutely nothing else in the world, except for the tiny figure in front of him. He did not notice how he changed.

As the filly danced, the stallion began to quiver noticeably. Hope watched him apprehensively, and then, knowing what was to become, he ran backwards a few steps. As he did this, his eyes sank further into his skull, and the raspy, warning whinny he tried to make disappeared entirely. He wobbled a little as his hooves began to disintegrate. Bristile watched, fear engulfing his very heart, as the filly stumbled as she played...and fell into the lake. A raspy sound escaped the stallions lips, and he shuddered noticeably. Hope's eyes disappeared entirely into his head. He stopped, looking so hopeless as he stood there, wobbling on his waning hooves. The filly screamed, whinnying, crying out for help, thrashing in the water.

A low, rumbling sound came from the chestnuts throat. He stared, his eyes milky white, and his lip curled, revealing long, pearly canines. The horse was disappearing. As he stood, trembling, claws grew from the hooves, and replaced them, gripping and kneading the ground. His coat darkened to an inky black color, and massive, leathery wings sprouted from behind shoulders. Hope staggered, falling backwards on his haunches, and was forced to lay on the ground; however, he did not need eyes to express his fear.

Bristile was now over nineteen hands tall, and he stood there, rigid as a board, the most evil looking creature a horse could mutate to become. His lip was curling, and he was growling. A low, rumbling, and terrifying sound, his teeth bared at the helpless filly in the water. Then, without warning, he sprang. His wings shot out, and quick as a flash, he was on the creature in the lake, and instead of a sharp cry of death from the filly as teeth sank into it's flesh, it screamed in agony and anger. It grew, writhed in the monster's teeth, and then exploded. Bristile flew with extreme clumsiness to the other side of the bank, and landed with a thud. He got to his feet, still the towering noxadon, and stared at Nakoma from the other side of the lake, stunned.

He was a monster. Nothing more, nothing less. He did not have a heart, he did not have a soul. A bitter pain seemed to rip him apart, and he began to walk around the lake, his eyes, now their normal color, fixed on Nakoma and Hope. He had not seen the stallion fall, and shrink, yet he was surprised. Shouldn't he had disappeared? Yet he had not. Bristile had not killed Hope. The poor, decaying horse scrambled, uncoordinated to his feet on unsteady, clean hooves. The poor beasts eyes seemed to reappear, though sunken still. As Bristile approached, Nakoma's words broke into his mind again, everything she had said, he had heard. He thought it all over...

He was a good beast, and a good god. No horse had ever spoken these words to him before. Retaining his massive shape, there was, after the terror of the transformation and the attack, a certain amount of power, and grace to the animal. He looked down at Nakoma, and said, in a far more powerful voice. "No horse has spoken such words of kindness to me before," he said. "Nakoma, I suffer. I suffer more than many a gods, because Time endures all. I have felt everything that Time brings to this earth, I have felt love, hate, pain, fear, and," he paused. "Hope. You do not believe it, my ancient one, but you possess more hope than any Cursed horse that exists, as far as I know. You hope to be released." again, he stopped speaking, and glanced towards the lake. He took a step closer, and told Nakoma what he had never told another living soul.

"That creature, is a terrible thing. It haunts us, brings up the things that give us such great pain, and confuse us, that bring us to great fears. The apparition you saw, was my daughter, my only child of a life long forgotten. She died, Nakoma, because of me. Because of my clumsy, mortal thoughts. No god, thinks divine, they think just like mortals do. I have never seen her since, have not been able to see her suffering soul in the fiery depths of hell because if I did, I would tear myself apart. I would lose my heart, my soul that you say I possess, and all Hope I possessed. My dear, ancient one, that suffering, not being able to see those you love, not being able to die is a terrible, unjust price to pay for any horse. A fate, just like my own, is what awaits any horse that has been Cursed, and I do not wish to see that happen."

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notes; hmm....it's so odd how i start out with semi crappy muse and then it just....explodes.

[Wild@Heart]

I watched Bristile closely, the same way I knew Hope was doing.
He didn't seem to be listening, not closely if he was at all. I
could do nothing but stand and watch as his muscles grew tight,
his body becoming stiff and rigid. His once glossy orbs were now
dark, a deep ebony, before switching over to a reflective white.
His pupils were still black. His gaze was locked upon the shore
on the other side of the lake. I imagined he was being played by
the lake monster, like I had been myself so few seconds ago.
And if I knew anything about this monster, it was that it fed
off of your wost memories, exactly like myself. So I knew exactly
what this god was seeing, after all I had threatened to show him
myself, but had decided better of it. He didn't deserve the
terrible pain it was causing him now.

I could just picture his daughter, standing across the large body
of water. Her hide was dark, but not quiet black yet, and her
frame was small and delicate, Her mane was a shade lighter, but
matched perfectly and added to the cute factor. Her head was large,
legs long and spindly like that of all foals. As much as I wanted
to comfort him, I knew this was something he had to do on his
own. And as much as I was curious to know exactly what he was
seeing, I did not. I wasn't even sure that it was his daughter,
although I had a good feeling that it was.

I continued to stare at Bristile, watching closely as his body
began to shake uncontrollably. I wanted so much to go and stand
by him, to wrap my boa around his large frame and hold him close,
but I knew I couldn't. Something was happening to him, and I began
to wonder if the rumors were true. I had never quite believed
them, but now it was hard not to as it was happening before my
very eyes. After all seeing was believing.

Hope moved farther away, I knew by the breeze he had created with
each step he took. I followed his lead, intruiged by what was
happening before my very eyes. I dared to take a quick peak at
Hope as I walked toward him, and he also was changing. He seemed
to be desinigrating, his eye sockets once again growing sunken
and his condition continuing to lower.

As a groan shook the air I whipped around, staring at the
transforming god once again. His lip was now curled up, as if he
was smelling a rotten stench. His hooves were the next to go,
dissapearing completely as sharp claws took their place. How
easily they dug down into the dirt, kneading the hard land that I
stood upon. His hide was no longer a soft brown, but now a dark
black, blacker then the night itself, and long leathery wings
sprouted from is back. His height increased drastically, and now
he was towering over my own short frame. As he slowly changed into
the monster that rumor had created him into, I refused to be
scared. Things weren't always as they seemed, and I trusted him.
I knew he wouldn't hurt me or hope, but for the monster of the
lake I couldn't say the same. Now only time would decide the
devil's fate, and I stood completely still, terrified to wathc,
but even more terrified to look away.

He was growling, a sound that rumbled from the depths of his
throat and shook the whole area. The ground below was trembling
in terror, the sky hurrying to move out of his way. And then he
pounced, wings extending quickly to carry him to the other side
of the lake. I saw nothing, but I was sure that he did, as he
flew with determination.

A death cry pierced the vibrating air, and my brows furrowed
together as a the creature became visible, clenched in Bristiles
teeth. It was a black figure, but not the foal, and I didn't get
a clear look before it popped, exploding in the creatures mouth.
I stood frozen, and watched as he met eyes with me from the other
side. He had just completed a dirty task, and I could only imagine
how much courage and strength it had take, for him to kill the
image of the thing he had seen. There was no way that I would have
been able to do that to my mothers image, not even if my life
had depended upon it. And he had done it, not effortlessly, but
he had still done it. I was proud of him, and I could feel a
smile streching across my lips, my gaze never flinching from the
stags ivory pools. He seemed surprised too, that he didn't know
he had it in him. But it was good, or at least I thought so. He
was the brave stag that all the mortals thought he was. And one
day I hoped to be able to say that I was there, when the great
god of time defeated the nastiest beast there was.

Instead of flying back, he walked. He was still the large creature,
I didn't even know what to call it, but his eyes had become his
own now. And I watched him closely, as he watched Hope for the
moment being. I too, decided to inspect the poor thing. At least
his eyes were once again visible, but nothing else reappered.
I wondered what happened, how his condition had so quickly
deteriorated. And then it hit me, the solution that I knew to be
correct. If Hope fed off of the Hope of others, then maybe Bristile
had lost all of his hope, maybe his internal flame had dimmed and
mine was the only one keeping Hope alive now. Mine and the weak
hope of the mortals.

As Bristile answered my questions, his voice was louder and
stronger than before, his figure still not startling me, and
neither did his voice. No horse has spoken such words of kindness
to me before. Nakoma, I suffer. I suffer more than many gods
because time endures all. I have felt everything that time brings
to this Earth. I have felt love, hate, pain, fear, and hope. You
do not believe it, my ancient one, but you posses more hope than
any cursed horse that exists, as far as I know. You hope to be
released.

That creature is a terrible thing. It haunts us, brings up the
things that give us such great pain and confuses us, that bring
us to great fear. That apparition you saw was my daughter, my
only child of a life long forgotten. She died, Nakoma, because
of me, because of my clumsy, mortal thoughts. No god thinks
divine, they think just like mortals do. I have never seen her
since, have not been able to see her suffering soul in the fiery
depths of hell, because if I did I would tear myself apart. I
would lose my heart, my sould that you say I posses, and all hope
I possesed. My dear ancient one, that suffering, not being able to
see those you love, not being able to die, is a terrible unjust
price to pay for any horse. A fate, just like my own, is what
awaits any horse that has been cursed, and I do not wish to see
that happen.

His speach hit me hard, and I knew he was right. That beast was
so terrible, too terrible, and my powers were just as bad as his.
I too made people see what would hurt them most, and I had used
it multiple times to keep other beasts away. I had used it to get
what I wanted, without regards to what the other beasts was feeling.
But I had to suffer with them, while they were watching the
terrible memories their emotions and feelings became my own, and
I had to feel exactly what they felt. But it made things no better,
I was everthing that Bristile had called the terrible monster, and
I didn't deserved to be saved no matter how much I wanted it.
I had been cursed for a reason, although my power had gone from
bad to worse when I had become cursed. Before I had been able to
choose the memory that they would see, and I felt nothing. But once
I was cursed I was only able to give them their most terrible
memories, and I had to suffer through it with them. The only cursed
horse that I had not made suffer was Hope.

I.... I don't deserve any of this. I am nothing more than a
selfish whore. My voice was a soft whisper, but it was eerily
strong and determined. I should be cursed, after all there is a
good reason that I am. My powers are painful for all creatures,
the same as that monsters was, and I have used them willingly. I
have killed many stallions, and for nothing other than what comes
naturally to me. Yes, I can be good, but I deserve to be cursed.
I deserve to see all my loved ones die before my very eyes, and
I deserve to live with my cursed being every single day. I deserve
the pain. I know it will hurt, having my hopes crushed so, but I
will survive, I always survive. I am strong, I manage to hold it
all together, even when everyone else is just waiting to see my
fall apart, and I will do it again. This time will be no different
then the rest. My words were strong, but my voice remained soft.
The tears stung at the back of my eyes, and a lump rose in my
throat but I blinked many times, refusing to let my eyes water,
and I swallowed, pushing the lump farther down each time. It was
hard, knowing that I had come so close to being released, and yet
in the end everything had fallen through the ground.

Slowly I turned around, taking a few steps toward the portal
that we had come through before slowly craning my boa around, my
longing look first landing upon Hope and then Bristile. I
wanted to hear what he had to say, the last words he would speak
to me for eternity I hoped. I knew the hardest thing, though,
would be losing him and Hope. I cared about them too even more
than my own sanity. More than I cared about being mortal once again,
although I didn't dare admit it. I was supposed to be hard, my
heart was supposed to be black and unloving. So that's how it was,
and I planned to keep it that way.

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Other: Please, Come Join The Pitty Party. ;D After All, In The End I Hope For The Thing I Want To Happen To Happen, But I Will Just Have To Wait And See.

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Bristile
I am an ancient warrior...a god of Time.


The massive creature's eyes stared into the mare as she looked at him. There was no fear there, she was unafraid of the monstrous creature that stood before her, and he was proud of her for that. She was a brave horse, a brave soul. A beautiful soul, cursed with a terrible ability and a mind set wrong. He knew the horse that was underneath all that cursed being was not at all bad, and it was the words that she spoke that confirmed it too him. Alas though her soul was old, her mind was young. She could not understand. He felt a twinge of anger, however at her foolishness. His eyes narrowed a little, and his tail swished back and fourth violently a few times. Yet he stopped, contained himself and let her go on.

The mare touched a nerve when she spoke about loved one's dying. It was all he could do not to pick her up and shake some good sense into her. She had no idea what she was talking about. "No horse deserves this fate," he said quietly. He was surprised. There was no growl in his voice, it was quiet and somber. The water of the lake rippled, and Bristile knew that the creature was stirring, but it would not bother them. He sighed heavily, looking at the mare who so thoroughly believed that she deserved to be cursed. "Pain, suffering, and death are a part of life," he said bitterly. "If we keep pitching all those who cause pain and death into an eternity of suffering, there will be imbalance. If there is no evil in the world, then what on earth is the point of living in it?" he said. There was a hint of a growl in his voice.

But he was not finished. "Do you really think that anybody deserves to have such a curse? Do you really believe that those you loved, who have caused you no wrong, or done anything wrong for the matter to die? It is not a matter of what you deserve, my young friend, it is a matter of what the world needs. No horse deserves anything, they merely must suffer the consequences of their actions." He walked away from her, his tail swishing back and forth, and he continued talking. "You say that you deserved to be cursed," he continued. "You have killed willingly, yet what have you learned otherwise? There is good in everything, you just have to look close enough. It is because of those words you have said that I know that this is not a fate you deserve."

He stood there a moment, looking at her. He felt himself shrinking, becoming smaller in stature, and now he was a tall, chestnut stallion again, standing a few feet away from Nakoma. He looked at her for a moment, and then walked right up to her, stretched out his nose, and touched hers. "This time, Nakoma, it will be different. You can count on that. You are not a bad horse, you have had bad things happen to you. Your power does not make you who you are, it is how you choose to use it, and you can change that."

He drew his head back, and then, he turned away from her, walking towards the portal again. He did not look back. If she kept speaking, he would listen, but he had other duties to perform at the time. Regardless of whether or not she spoke again, he knew that he would see her again soon. Polaris watched him, not moving, his sunken eyes almost somber.

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notes; really (x10) sorry i took so long. O.o she can say a few more things, then we should wrap this up, and then later we can continue O.o

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BOOM sorry for the wait

[Wild@Heart]

No horse deserves this fate. His voice was quiet, and just
hearing it made me flinch slightly. Pain, Suffering and death are
a part of life. If we keep pitching all those who cause pain and
death into an eternity of suffering there will be an inbalance.
If there is no evil in the world then what on earth is the point
of living in it. His voice had turned more and more angry with
every word he spoke, and I kept my mouth shut even though I
strongly disagreed.

He took a deep breath, continuing on. Do you really think that
anybody deserves to have such a curse. Do you really believe that
those you loved, who have caused you no wrong or done anything
wrong for that matter to die. It is not a matter of what you
deserve, my young friend, it is a matter of what the world needs.
No horse deserves anything, they merely must suffer the consequences
of their actions.

I watched him closely as he slowly walked away, a million
thoughts buzzing around in my brain. He was wrong, he was so
wrong. The good horses deserved their great lives, the bad ones
deserved their terrible ones. But he continued on with his lecture,
and I cleared my thoughts to listen to him. You say that you
deserved to be cursed. You have killed willingly, yet what have
you learned otherwise. There is good in everything, you just
have to look close enough. It is because of those words you have
said that I know that this is not a fate you deserve. I mulled
over his words, and I wanted to believe him but I couldn't.

My mind was now blank, my thoughts now laying dormant as I locked
my violet pools upon the stag. His frame began to shrink, becoming
more horse like with every passing second. And when he was
completely horse again he advanced upon me, and I stood completely
still, holding my head high and proud. He stretched out his neck,
his warm velvet nose pressing against my own before he spoke once
again. This time, Nakoma, it will be different. You can count on
that. You are not a bad horse, you have had bad things happen to
you. Your power does not make you who you are, it is how you
choose to use it and you can change that. My insides began to
heat up as he spoke, and a warm and fuzzy feeling grew inside my
stomach. He really meant what he said, and maybe he was right.

He retreated then, his touch vanishing as he walked back toward
the portal. I stood still for a moment, pondering upon my next
move before quickly following him. Wait, I beckoned my voice soft.
You have given me the greatest gift of all, and I have something
to give you in return. My orbs were locked upon his now, a certain
amount of power and love flowing from them. Let me bear your child.
The demand was strong, but my tone low. I felt like I needed to
return a great favor, and this was the way I wanted to do it.
I needed this sense of closure.

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Muse: Well, that's what happens when I don't rp for about a month.
Other: Okay first of all my great idea is that either before or after she becomes uncursed she has Bristile's foal, and it's his first daughter reincarnated. And second of all, how is she becoming uncursed? A god or regular?

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Bristile
I am an ancient warrior....a god of Time.

Bristile stopped. He stood, rooted to the spot at her words. His mind was whirling. He was frozen, and for once in his life, he had no words to say to her. He turned around, and looked at her. He did not doubt that the look of shock on his face was quite conspicuous. He blinked, and then smiled at her, walking back towards her. His mind was buzzing with some very complex feelings. He walked towards her, and beside her, brushing against her. He touched her gently with his nose, and ran it all the way down her neck, and across her shoulders. He stopped as he walked behind her. He paused a moment, and then walked in front of her again, holding her gaze steadily. He wanted a family. He always had. He wanted one so badly, he wanted to take her up right then and there. He stared at her a moment, his expression hard to read.

"There is no gift greater than the one you have just offered me," he said quietly. There was a long silence in between his words. It was difficult to speak. He did not want to say what he was going to say, but he had too. Bristile took a deep breath, and looked at her steadily. "Nakoma, I do not wish to...for lack of better words, reject you, and I shall not. However, now is not the time." He turned, and started to walk away again, his face set. There were things he had to do, places he had to go. He had to call a meeting, find out who was on his side. Who was on her side, and more importantly, who wasn't.

He walked towards the portal, and spoke to her as he did. "You will find you can get through without any trouble. I daresay I will see you again soon." He stopped a moment, and then turned to face her. His face was so grave, radiating such power as he looked at her, he looked a million years old. He stared at her for a long time, and then he spoke again, for the last time. "This will not go unnoticed. Not every horse in the world is going to be crying for your release, and not every god either." He stared at her a long moment. There was a ringing silence, in which he smiled grimly at the mare. His last words rang out, radiating power, with a grave and tone of such seriousness it seemed to echo through the woods, his dark eyes boring into hers.

"There will be a war, Nakoma."


muse; great
notes; okay, so its short, but it gets the point across. I hope that all of this is okay with you, i just think it'll add to the romance and will make everything mean more in the end. I definitely think that they should get together and have a foal in the end, however not his daughter reincarnated. Nakoma will bring life to him, and so will their foal, but I just don't want to do that. This is a great plot line that I think we should carry throughout the whole site.