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[Macy]

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Dawn approaches, bringing with it vibrant hues of pinks, purples, and reds; each one greatly contrasting the vast blue sky. Alone, Denali walks; into Tuathia, into a new life. For so long she has found herself running, running from her past, beating a hasty retreat from her silent horrors. The beauty's dapple grey frame soon comes into view as she tentatively steps into view for the first time, her brilliant blue eyes out shining the sky. Denali stares quietly into the cold abyss; -how quiet this place is- her breaths lingering in the frigid air. She inhales softly, and despite the stinging in her lungs, there is a smile upon the dapple grey's lips; a secret smile meant only for her.

Keeping silent, Denali moves, easily gliding across the frozen tundra, pillows of snow softly being thrown about by her hooves. She laughs then, softly as her eyes catch sight of two rabbits hurriedly retreating to their winter slumber. A light smile once again graces Denali's lips as she presses on, her eyes never straying far from the path that lay before her. Through the snow she can see what appears to be others prints; a somewhat fearful reminder that she is not truly alone here. Softly she quivers as memories are brought forth to haunt her, vivid memories she wishes so desperately to forget.


"Go away.... Please.. just go away....." Denali whispers as blue eyes are closed off to the rest of the world; but they fail to hear. A massive onslaught of memories quickly come flooding back, and the mare is physically knocked backwards, gasping as if someone had just rammed into her. Her dappled pelt quivers from its ferocity as eyelids are held tight. Their faces.... I can see their faces... Pain wells deep within, a longing pain she has so long felt. "I don't know if I can take this anymore..." she whispers quietly into the cold morning air. Suddenly then they vanish; the memories, just as quickly as they had came. Denali breathed a sigh of relief then; the worst was over and she had a while before they would once again come flooding back.

D e n a l i A d a i r
all of me

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[Khar ♣]

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The king was dead; returning to the embrace of nature beneath a thin layer of freshly fallen snow with the expected decay of time. Symbolizing the beginning of a new age. A new age… and a new leader. Not one of the famous Crytann bloodline, but an outsider. A commoner, who never had such aspirations. No matter who asked, the old king would shrug them off and not once revealed his reasons. Terenas inquired relentlessly: ‘Why me?’ Though with the stallion’s death the answer to his question was lost and he was left behind with a kingdom he never wanted and a crown he knew he didn’t deserve. He was not meant for any of this but he was far too cowardly to walk away from such an immense gesture… whether Crytann was dead or not. No part of him could commit such blatant disrespect and as such the title became his own prison. Caught in the web of politics and power with the guilt eating away at his conscience piece by piece. The true heir was gone. They all were. Consumed by insatiable flame while he lived. It didn’t seem right that he stood now in another’s place, a cruel twist of fate that was beyond his comprehension. The black stallion sighed and closed his eyes, his head lowered in contemplation. He just wished everything could be restored to the way they used to be and no longer would he carry the worries he did now. Back then… Terenas had felt free. Untethered to go wherever the wind took him, with no true responsibilities. No title holding him down, and Constantine was still the heir. He opened his eyes… finding the world just as he had left it and the chains of his position still placed upon his back.

Slowly he turned away from his memories, the future he was condemned to spread out before him. With no choice he knew that somehow he would have to make the best of it. To try and live up to the expectations Crytann had placed upon him with the exchanging of titles. Every part of him doubted his abilities to meet the same standards of his predecessor… but he had no alternative but to try. So, forward he ventured – lifting his head and his hollow silver eyes taking in his surroundings with an emotionless front. The land was still and lifeless with the arrival of winter, coated in a thick sallow blanket of freshly fallen snow. Weeping trees leafless and corpse like as they stood sentinel in their depressive state around a large glade, spread out far enough that any shelter sought wouldn’t be found here. Wherever here was. So drastically had Tuathia changed after the fire that even as a native he didn’t recognize much of it. It was as if the gods themselves had sent the fire to erase the past, resetting the land and forcing not only its but the terrain itself to start anew. Unfamiliar places were formed as if a cataclysm had molded Tuathia like mere clay, some places forever scarred but others grown back with a new glory. Much of the ash washed away in the wind and through time.

Terenas drew to a halt on the most northern edge of the clearing, his silver eyes flashing against the glare of the rising sunlight upon the snow. Near blinded he squinted causing the shapes to blur together – as such he nearly missed a disruption in the pattern of thick trunks on the other side of the glade. A grayish hued equine stood, the posture they held indicating some form of distress. He stared. Terenas knew his duties as Alpha beckoned him towards the stranger, and it was only right to inquire after their wellbeing – but he found the concept somewhat unappealing at the present. Visibly he grimaced and took a reluctant step forward, the snow kicking up in a flurry of white powder. The closer he came to the stranger the more defined their shape became until he realized that standing before him was a rather attractive dapple gray mare. He couldn’t tell for certain but the look in her eyes suggested pure terror and an odd mixture of relief. The black eyed her for a moment, approaching slowly until he was of a satisfactory distance. 'Is everything alright?' He inquired quietly, discretely taking her in with an unreadable look in his eyes.


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T E R E N A S
It's like a movie playing over in my head...
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[Macy]

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No matter how far you run, the past reaches out for you, if only in your dreams. Their faces haunted her, awake or asleep they were ever present; a constant reminder of the life lost in time. She can see the hope they all once held in their eyes; a fierce hope that grabbed onto ones very soul. But now their eyes are weeping, agony spreading rampantly across their once beautiful faces. Slowly a single tear marks Denali's frozen features and freezes before hitting the snow laden ground quietly. She can hear their muffled cries of despair as she is dragged away; her body and mind not yet strong enough to fight them. The night she was taken replays again and again in her mind; the faces of her mother, father, and sister staring at her from her minds abyss; refusing to let go. Denali blinks slowly, trying to hide the memories inside, but as her eyes open she is caught off guard by a stranger moving ever closer.

Is everything alright? His voice comes quietly and gently she raises her eyes to his. As blue meets silver Denali's eyes soften, and a small shy grin lightly touches the outskirts of her darkened lips. "Everything is fine; however I am a bit lost I'm afraid.' she says, her voice like that of Spring's warm breeze. He must have seen her little lapse of self control, and Denali was rather embarrassed by that fact. Shyly she looks away and sighs, her blue eyes gazing at the frozen world around her. Loneliness is a fickle thing; when solitude consumes you, you wish for nothing more than anothers company, but when others accompany you, you wish for only solitude. Having spent much of her life alone, Denali tended to speak only when spoken to, so as the silence fell between them, her mind once again shifted; shifted to the possibilities of her finally giving up her search.

Isolde meant everything to her, but with no word and no clues as to where she might be, the hope -what little of it is left- Denali carries is fading fast and her desire to chase those hopes are dying with it. Forever she would long for her sister, there would always be that one grain of hope that would always cling to Denalis heart, no matter how much time has passed. Sighing once more, Denali returns her gaze to the unknown black stallion, her brilliant blues hiding her indecision well. "Can you tell me where we are?' Denali asks gingerly, her voice slightly pleading. It would be nice to know where she will spend the rest of her life; if indeed that is the decision she chooses. Denali does not take this decision lightly and she can feel the beginnings of butterflies in her stomach; this decision would change everything.

D e n a l i A d a i r
all of me

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[Khar ♣]

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‘You can’t run from your fate.’ The words seemed burned in the back of his mind. Constantly whispering, reminding him of his place – as if he could ever forget. Every waking moment he was tormented relentlessly with reminders not only of his newfound duties but of what had happened to get him here. The flames flickering behind his listless silver gaze, engraved into the very core of his being. Terenas knew that he would not be where he was today if the flames hadn’t come, if the countless deaths had never happened. While he constantly wished it to be reverted he knew deep within that it had been entwined into the fate’s tapestry – a tragedy meant to happen no matter who tried to protest. Though never would he admit such a thing as it would mean accepting his coronation as something meant to be. No. He had meant to be nothing more than a typical stallion. It was what he had been born into. The fire had changed his course just like it had changed everything else – a random placed tragedy… that was all. Terenas refused to settle on the idea of a predestined future… that this crown had always been meant for him. The idea sickened him and even as he stood there before the dapple gray mare immersed in his thoughts he could feel vomit at the base of his trachea. Swallowing hard he looked away from the stranger to gather himself, a visible grimace contorting his face.

Then she spoke. Her voice light like a wispy breeze upon the endless plains. ‘Everything is fine; however I am a bit lost I’m afraid.’ He looked back, noticing the shy smile curving her ashen lips. His eyes lingered there for a moment before drifting up to meet her own. ‘At a less than desirable time of the season, as well.’ Terenas replied quietly, cocking his head slightly to the left. He said nothing more and let the comforting silence drift around them, his mind once more drifting off with the sands of time as it did so often. Contemplating his future actions based on what he knew now… and what he had experienced in the not so distant past. His responsibilities now dictating his course, molded by tragedy and confusion. It was his duty to help and provide for not only his herd… but for his alignment; and as he looked at her he knew that she was of his kind and in need of help. He didn’t know how much aid he was going to be able to give her, and if there was an option to simply walk away… he knew a part of him would gladly take that route. In the light of things, he remained steadfast. ‘Can you tell me where we are?’

‘You’re in Tuathia, though I cannot tell you where exactly as much has changed in the past few years.’ Terenas sighed, the useless feeling rising up from the pit of his stomach. What kind of leader was he going to be when he didn’t even recognize or name the places in his homeland? It was pathetic and he was all too aware of it. The stallion shifted his weight uncomfortably, leaning on his left for but a second before switching back – repeating this movement several times before he finally just sighed and looked away from the mare. He wanted to leave. To go back and hide amongst his ruins, drown in his self pity until he could find something with in him that had the drive to be better then what he was now. To emerge from the ashes of his past whole once more, someone worth the burden the deceased king had placed upon him. Though now that he had spoken to this mare he knew he had dug himself into the situation – and to walk away would cause only more guilt to add to his already irreparable conscience. ‘What is your name?’ He inquired, his tones nearly inaudible as he once more looked up at her in an almost reluctant manner… though he did his best to suppress it.

COMPLETE
" talkitytalktalk."

T E R E N A S
It's like a movie playing over in my head...
...don't wanna look cause I know how it ends.

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[Macy]

ooc;; Complete

Cold.The bitter sting of winters bite clings fast to the world around them. Denali's breath catches in the breeze and is carried away in billowing puffs as silence creeps in between them. Blue eyes scan his frame, but halt when they meet his eyes. Denali pauses then, her gaze holding fast, and she watches in silence as his mind wanders, seemingly bringing back his own memories to haunt him; and it is soon confirmed by the grimace he places upon his face. She looks on knowingly, her heart reaching out for him, for she too knows what it is to fear each new day. His eyes soon return to hers, his tones coming quietly. At a less than desirable time of the season, as well. His words ring true as Winter's biting cold once again sends sparks of icy numbness through her veins; a slight shiver running its way down her back. You're in Tuathia, though I cannot tell you where exactly as much has changed in the past few years.

In a flash her eyes race to his facade, confusion setting in quickly, but Denali remains quiet, asking for no explanation. She watches the stallion before her with sympathetic eyes as he shifts uncomfortably from side to side before looking away. She watched closer then, her blue eyes intent on his unknowing features, her once gentle smile now replaced with a disheartened frown. She knew how it felt to have your emotions tear you up from the inside, and knew the pains that he felt, so when his eyes finally returned to hers and his words ring clear, Denali smiles gently and shakes her head softly. "Denali; Denali Adair." Denali answers lightly before pausing to catch her breath, "You don't have to pretend, you know. I can tell you have other things on your mind." He was free to go, he had answered everything she asked of him, there was only her decision remaining unanswered in her mind.

They dappled beauty moves slowly, turning and walking a few paces away, her vivid blues surveying the bright morning around her. This place must be beautiful in spring. Her mind sings to her and she laughs silently to herself for allowing it to wander. It was a rare moment indeed when her mind wanders to pleasant thoughts; usually they are corrupted and violent, flashes of her life from way back when. A sigh escapes Denali as she turns her eyes back to the black stallion, her voice once again breaking the silence between them "Whom do I have the pleasure of thanking? Or am I to be left with simply a nameless face?" She says, her voice fading into the breezes as her tone silences.

D e n a l i A d a i r
all of me

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[Khar ♣]

ooc || n/a

There was no telling how long he stood there, his mind immersed in his own self torment. He stared blankly at the dapple gray – almost unseeing as his thoughts became all the more vibrant. Part of him knew she was still there but the rest of him was too distracted by the charred faces flashing before him. It seemed so tangible that Terenas would have sworn he was there again, amidst the hungering inferno, despite the icy chill of winter biting at his exterior. It would be several minutes before his vision cleared to give way to the stranger that stood before him. Her lips brought up into a smile drawing his gaze down once again. Subconsciously he tilted his head in the closet thing to curiosity he’d choose display, his eyes clouded with a mixture of emotions that were difficult to decode. ‘Denali; Denali Adair.’ She replied after his inquiry, pausing for a moment. ‘You don’t have to pretend, you know. I can tell that you have other things on your mind.’ The black stallion eyed her, his brow furrowed slightly. What exactly did she think he was pretending to do? Feign interest? Perhaps. As his desires lay far beyond his present location – she had him there. Then, without another word spoken between them she began to move away from him, her pace slow and leisurely… likely hindered by the thick blanket of snowfall that had come only the previous morning. The stallions first reaction was to turn his own way, venture back into the borders of Cheydinhal… but as he watched her retreat he noticed that his legs remained firmly planted in the snow. Unmoving.

His eyes remained fixated on her as she drew away from him, turning his head to look at her more closely as she stopped and looked back. ‘Whom do I have the pleasure of thanking? Or am I to be left with a nameless face?’ Who was the one leaving? For he hadn’t moved an inch out of place since he had approached her only a few moments passed. While he didn’t understand why he remained other than perhaps a sense of duty, he for whatever reason was still. He turned to face her. ‘Terenas. Terenas of Cheydinhal.’ The stallion replied, his eyes narrowing in contemplation. His title bade him to follow after her, to offer more assistance in such a harsh and unforgiving season – though it conflicted with the yearning to lick his wounds in solitude. This Denali Adair did not need to witness his weakness, did not need to know the horrors of his past. His betrayal. In fact, she didn’t really even need to know his name for without his crown he was nothing more than a shadow.

Just a shadow.

Damn Crytann for doing this to him. Damn him. Terenas shook his head viciously to the side and moved forward after Denali, his ears laying loosely back and his silvered gaze boring into her. ‘Whatever is on my mind can wait.’ He replied with a little more bitterness in the undertone then he had anticipated. Quickly he bit it back and swallowed the knot that had begun to form in his throat. ‘It is unsafe to wander these lands alone… especially now of all times.’ Once a somewhat comfortable distance from the dappled mare, he drew to a halt – his eyes never straying. What he did now surprised him, catching him entirely off guard for the simple fact that it was against everything he had set his mind on only a short while ago. His solitude sacrificed for duty. ‘I can offer you refuge in Cheydinhal, the walls keep out most of the weather.’


COMPLETE
" talkitytalktalk."

T E R E N A S
It's like a movie playing over in my head...
...don't wanna look cause I know how it ends.

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[Macy]

ooc;; Complete

Terenas. Terenas of Cheydinhal. His words echo through the mares mind and a gentle smile begins slowly moving across her face. Ice blue eyes watch silently as his emotions get the best of him and in a violent frenzy he sends his tassels flying in every direction. The smile once present on the mares face soon vanishes as confusion and a bit of fear settle into her mind. Whatever is on my mind can wait. he replies bitterly as he moves towards her, causing her fear to rise and her ears to mimic his own. It is unsafe to wander these lands alone... especially now of all times. he says before stopping, his silver eyes burning into her blues. Fear quickly floods them as she begins to take a hesitant step backwards, but as the next words leave his mouth she stops suddenly as confusion swiftly washes in. I can offer you refuge in Cheydinhal, the walls keep out most of the weather.

Denali stares blankly, silently for a while as his words repeat again and again in her mind. One second it appears that he is up to no good, then the next, BAM! he's offering her a place to stay. Shaking her dial gently, Denali remains silent, the ultimate decision now staring her in the face. To accept his invitation -despite the fact he's an emotional wreck- greatly appeals to the grey vixen, but she hesitates none the less. Isolde. Suddenly then Denali's eyes shoot away as the tears begin to flow; tears of great sorrow and great pain. Denali wants nothing more than to find her sister, but her time of searching seems to be coming to an end. Denalis mind rages and her heart plummets as deep inside she knows the decision she had just made; the decision that would both entomb her and set her free. I'm sorry... Tear-filled eyes return to Terenas before Denali softly whispers. "I accept."

Her words come harder to speak than they are to hear; while Denali is grateful he has offered her a place to call home, she knows that this means the end to her search for Isolde. No longer would she wander from land to land looking for her lost twin, no; here is where she would ultimately live out the rest of her life. Deep inside, that killed her. She feels as though she has let her sister down, giving up is something she promised herself she would never do, but even Denali knows a life of wandering is not what Isolde would have wanted for her. I'm sorry Isolde. I'm sorry I failed you... Her mind softly whispers to her twin. I'm sorry I couldn't keep my promise. A soft sigh escapes the dappled grey as her eyes soon begin to clear. Looking back up at Terenas she smiles, a forced smile, before she speaks. "Shall we go home?"

D e n a l i A d a i r
all of me

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