Misty gray eyes

[Velnias]

MISTY

I opened my eyes. A thousand seconds of pain and space had battered my body. It was almost like the sudden peace was the harshest pain of all, that it made me wake up. I found myself sprawled with my legs in the sand. I gasped, inhaling a mouthful of the hot grains and coughng them back out again. My throat... When I lifted my head instead of the world adjusting to my eyes, my vision changed. Dots like crystals swam at the corners of my eyes and the image before me spun a thousand ways before righting itself. I swung my head around, the dizziness flooding over me. "Aaaahhh," I groaned in pain. War. Suffering. Shadows. A god, a body, NO! A BIRD! Two, then hundreds, then thousands, a nomad! Meeting by nightfall, by day in disguise, a daughter, a seer! SHE IS HIDDEN IN MORE WAYS THAN TWO! NOOOO STOPITGETOOOUUUUTTT--

Although my head screamed, my mouth couldn't form the noises yet. All that came out was a weak breath of air, and my jaw hung slack. My chest heaved as though I'd just been running, and I realized fully how awkward I was here. Where was I? When was I, what was I? I knew nothing if not for the same questions I'd always asked myself over and over, about the things I'd been spoken to of, the things I'd heard and thought about. The fear clenched me. Would he come back? Who was he? Why was I thinking--what was I doing? I was like a newborn baby in the world, a foal trying to stand but unable to gain control of his reflexes. However I felt the urge to stand, move, do something. Like I was in a hurry. All I knew from looking around me was that I was what was called a horse, my coat was the lovely color of gray, my legs were long and slender, my tail dark gray and silky, and the sandy stuff was golden and hot all around mewhere my side lay imprinted in it. And for the first time, I could see myself; for the first time, I experienced what was called sunlight.

I also discovered I couldn't blink. It felt like an instinct, like I sould be able to, but I couldn't. Maybe in time, I reasoned, once I'm used to this. But for now, I felt my summer coat of fur begin to cringe under the sun's glare and I thought: get out. I began with trying to move my hooves, focusing on them one at a time with complete focus, trying all the muscles in my body out to learn what worked and what did not. Once I figured out how to move my forelegs, I practiced tucking them under my chest. Kicking for purchase in the sand with my hind legs, I used my forefeet for leverage. More or less, I propped myself up in the sand. I rested in a sitting position, finding my breath scarce. The tiny flecks still swam around in my vision and they seemed to pulsate as I experienced another feeling I hadn't felt before. My chest, it pounded with a scary intensity! I listened for the thumping noise and some kind of inner voice told me it was okay, I was alright. I taught myself right then, to listen to it.

The muscles in my face were coming more naturally. I could open and close my mouth, move my jaw around, flare my nostrils and breath in through my nose, and wrinkle it and blow a loud snorting sound out of it. I discovered that noise when the long locks of my silk-grey mane blew across my eyes and I blew a snort in what must have been disgust or annoyance. I also discovered wind. And by this time I was looking around, which I hadn't done before. There was a sound in the air, not just the wind but a soft lulling as well, and it was peaceful. I longed to stand on my feet - my own four hooves - to follow the scent trail that wafted along with it. It was smart in my nose but soft smelling all the same, a smell of nature and of cleanliness. It smelled damp and sticky but natural and pleasurable, and I loved it.

Taking a gulp of the air, I braced my hooves in the sliding sand. I finally rose to my full height which made me dizzy again, seeing how far away the ground seemed to be. I thought of how I'd been minutes ago, lying supine on the earth, the ground supporting me easily. On these four spindly legs, strong as thought they looked, I couldn't help feeling unbalanced. I swayed. I caught myself in time. And then I looked up. The scene that met my eyes was pure beauty and splendor. The golden sand stretched on in a thinning line forever in both directions of me. Behind me it lay on a flat, bare landscape, dotted with thin trees with large, finger-like leaves and dark, round things hanging from them. The sand was broken up by small patches of grass springs and the ground finally made a hill that hid whatever was beyond this barren beach scene from view.

I was drawn to the sparkling blue water. I'd never even imagined it looking like this, so blue, so alive, so rich and moving! It crashed into the shore sometimes and other imes, it flowed onto the sand. The waters foamed white and they were scary, but I walked unsteadily towards them. I found the more I walked, the easier it was, and I found I ws graceful, really. I held my head up as if proud or curious about what was ahead of me, and I fixed my gait so I ddn't drag my hooves. When I reached the damp sand I waited for the waters to come and wash over my hooves. Before I knew it, I was knee-deep in the swirling sea water. It was lovely. My tail streamed out behind me in the water and I didn't care. In fact, I wanted to do someting else: roll in it. But considering I hdn't really mastered my functions yet, I decided against it.

I took this time to stop, think, and look around me. I discovered my reflection then, in the water. I didn't know it was me at first, obviously because I'd never even seen my own face before, let alone knew whsat I really looked like. I'd lived - or been dead, I still hadn't determined which was which - in complete and total darkness up unil now. And I wasn't terrible-looking, either. In fact, I was quite stunning, in a graceful, elegant way. My eyes were blue-grey, though they seemed to luminesce with other colors. My face was long and almost Roman-nosed, but not quite, and just petite enough to be pretty but just regal enough to look wise. My forelock fell scattered on the side and front of my face. I had a broad white blaze striping down between my eyes and nostrils, seeming to separate it into three parts. I felt a sensation like a balloon rising in my tight chest, and suddenly grin broke onto my face. I looked out over the waters and appreciated whatever kind of divine fate or circumstance had led me to this ream of imagination. Reality. Whatever it could possibly be.

In every dream, sooner or later you have to wake up.

[.:.Gambler.:.]

((shall I post Gambler here after I finish his post with Toxic?

I will post here soon! I'm going to have him here before he finds Samantha. So, he'll have claimed his land and then left, met Misty, she leaves, he goes back to his land and finds Samantha there. That way, he's not leaving Samantha broken and alone. XD))

Gambler
You gotta know when to hold them, know when to fold them, know when to walk away, know when to run...

I had claimed a land, as many would say. It wasn't mine, exactly-no one really owned a land. It was it's own entity. I always liked to think that even the ground was alive; it threw tantrums with earthquakes and boiled over with volcanoes. The sky was alive; it had feelings. If it was feeling brooding, it would cloud over. If it was sad, it would cry. If it was feeling pissed at the world, it would hail. If it was excited, the sun would be shining brightly. If it was angry at a specific animal or person for mocking it, lightning would strike them. There was nothing much that you could do to calm the land and the sky except to treat it right. That's why Earl had always told such stories of natural disasters happening to humans; they weren't treating it right. They thought everything belonged to them. That's why they killed and ate Earl.

The sea had her feelings too. She would draw back when she felt shy-and if she thought adventurous or frisky, she would reach out and touch you. I had a special admiration for the sea since it had kept me alive while I floated along for heaven and earth only knew how long. It could not have been more than a week, but it was definitely longer than I should have survived, however long it really had been. I hadn't been keeping track really well while I was attempting not to drown. There was something about the sea though that called to me, lulled me into almost submission. I wanted to be her friend. I wanted to be close to her-which is why I picked some place next to the Coast to live.

It wasn't that I was having a love affair with the sea. It wasn't that I was in love with her. I just, it seemed like such a lonely life-stretching out never ending, being the largest thing on this planet we call earth. Held down by gravity, she couldn't jump for joy or reach out and touch her friend the sky, which expanded further than even the sea did. Why did the two beautiful creations have to be kept so far apart? I guess it was the blue-if the blue was closer together, then everything would be blue...and that would just be depressing.

[.:.Gambler.:.]

OOC: Oops. I switched points of view in the middle. I was wondering why it stopped flowing right. But, it's done!
Gambler
You gotta know when to hold them, know when to fold them, know when to walk away, know when to run...

I had claimed a land, as many would say. It wasn't mine, exactly-no one really owned a land. It was it's own entity. I always liked to think that even the ground was alive; it threw tantrums with earthquakes and boiled over with volcanoes. The sky was alive; it had feelings. If it was feeling brooding, it would cloud over. If it was sad, it would cry. If it was feeling pissed at the world, it would hail. If it was excited, the sun would be shining brightly. If it was angry at a specific animal or person for mocking it, lightning would strike them. There was nothing much that you could do to calm the land and the sky except to treat it right. That's why Earl had always told such stories of natural disasters happening to humans; they weren't treating it right. They thought everything belonged to them. That's why they killed and ate Earl.

The sea had her feelings too. She would draw back when she felt shy-and if she thought adventurous or frisky, she would reach out and touch you. I had a special admiration for the sea since it had kept me alive while I floated along for heaven and earth only knew how long. It could not have been more than a week, but it was definitely longer than I should have survived, however long it really had been. I hadn't been keeping track really well while I was attempting not to drown. There was something about the sea though that called to me, lulled me into almost submission. I wanted to be her friend. I wanted to be close to her-which is why I picked some place next to the Coast to live.

It wasn't that I was having a love affair with the sea. It wasn't that I was in love with her. I just, it seemed like such a lonely life-stretching out never ending, being the largest thing on this planet we call earth. Held down by gravity, she couldn't jump for joy or reach out and touch her friend the sky, which expanded further than even the sea did. Why did the two beautiful creations have to be kept so far apart? I guess it was the blue-if the blue was closer together, then everything would be blue...and that would just be depressing.
He kept his gaze up, keeping his feet planted along the ground as he took sure footed steps without looking. His sense of knowing came in handy; it told him where to walk without stepping in anything. Now, he occasionally went to fast and missed it; stepping in a hole-but was quick enough to right himself before any damage to his being transpired. He wanted to help the sky meet with his friend. So deep in thought, he stopped-not noticing Misty standing along the beach.

What could possibly help the sky meet with its friend the ocean or the ground? The tallest mountain could not even see the blue of the sky, the ocean could only reach so high in tidal waves. Such things were disasters-he did not wish to anger the sea so much so that it rose that high and destroyed what was once this peaceful landscape. No-he had no powers to reach out to the sky, no wings like birds to fly on, no fins to swim beneath. He was just a normal horse, and could therefore do very little.
And then the idea struck him. Allbeit a very silly idea, but an idea for the gambling man no less.
"Why, heaven's dorn, I'll be sworn! On the ground I play the cards, and the sky can call the plays!"
It was quite a silly idea, as we have said, but for Gambler, it seemed quite the alternative to creating natural disasters. He giggled and pranced a moment, still looking up at the sky. A single cloud seemed to form and roll by-he took that for an answer of yes. In sweeping his gaze to the ground to set out his cards, he landed his eyes upon Misty.
She was a different type of beautiful then he was accustomed to. Her coat was the murky color of mud and flowers-a mixture he had never really seen before. He was accustomed to the bays and plain old grays; but nothing quite so mixed, something so surreal. The sky and ground could wait; he'd play a game with them when he was alone. For now, he had to know who this temptress was, and perhaps find a way to win her.

He did not know that her powers were by far stronger than his own, but of the same degree. It would indeed intrigue him more if ever he were to find out though. It wasn't something you just randomly walked up to someone and asked however; as most cultures found it quite rude. She might slip up and tell him, but he would never ask directly. Never quite that obvious. Never quite that curt.
Crania shook as he watched her. She seemed a little bit dazed by the air and sunlight as he watched her. She stumbled a little as she walked, but it was getting more and more confident every step she took. Not wishing to surprise her in her dazed state, he whinnied softly to her-not loud and abrasive to the ear drums, but loud enough for her to hear and be alerted to his presence. He didn't want her to think that he was just gawking...Gambler was far more the introductory type then that.

Almost timidly, well, more cautiously than timidly, he walked toward her. His head hung low to show he meant no harm, he walked up to her. His eyes, curious and intrigued, look up at her as his muzzle nearly scraped against the sand.

"Hello, miss. I be the Gambling Man. Fancy a game of cards?"

He wasn't going to push her for information. If she wished to tell him her name, she could. But, it looked more like she needed a friend, and something to get her mind off of something else that was going on elsewhere in her life. A game of cards would do just that. He hoped she would say yes; things had been terribly boring, besides his thinking about the sky and the ocean and the ground, until he had seen her.

For all he knew though, she could turn tail and run. He had one of his 'feelings' that she might do just that; but not just yet. Hopefully, anyway.

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