PAINT IT BLACK! [tag: fia]

[Ren]

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[atrb=background,http://i42.tinypic.com/ay96pf.jpg,true] There was nothing like wandering a few hours before the great sun rises in the sky, how the rays push and push against the darkness, tumbling and battling for dominance. With every minute, that goes by the sun drives that ever-present darkness from the lands and yet for a moment, just one moment in time Shea imagines the darkness fighting back and the taste of darkness rising once again to claim the lands. However, in such a sad moment as the darkness winning light surges forward, blasting the darkness back, ramming at the shadows at full tilt until the sun bursts from the horizon, clouding the lands with little shadows but ultimately the sun, the light wins yet again only to fade the brewing darkness again last in the day. Shea likes to think the sun is just merciful, allowing the darkness to take control if only for a little while. Limbs thrummed against the ground, jarring her muscles into action, flexing and tightening so to propel her forward as she raced across the land to with a giddy laughter bubbling up from her lips. She was racing the sun, racing time as she rushed forward to meet the sun at the hills. Oh how beautiful the blue becomes at the hills when the sun peeks over the hills, how the light wisps across the sky turning dark velvet blue and slowly to a warm, robin blue and later to that oh so beautiful forget-me-not blue. Laughter swayed behind her as she pushed herself forward, driving harder and harder to beat the sun this time. She was so close, so close to arriving at the hills, just a little bit longer. Shea could see the light behind the hills but the sun had yet to become exposed. Muscles burned, her breathing surged in and out as nostrils flared and the excitement pulsated through her like rippling waves on the ocean. However, out the corner of her eye Shea saw something black, something she had not seen before. In that moment, her brain worked faster then her body did and in moments, she tumbled over, her head turned out of a natural reaction allowing for her side to take the worst of the fall. Legs ate at the ground while her body struggled to catch up to her brain. A soft cry ripped from her throat, not painful but shocked and alarmed almost. There on the ground, a little bruised, a little bloody Shea laughed good naturally at the foolishness she caused herself. With in a matter of moments -- even as she walked to the black shape -- her skin started to knit together, pulling and tugging together as the skin fused she felt that burning sensation, itching and again the desire to drop down and roll around was nearly overpowering. Shea always had this air of friendliness, as if she was born to be trusted, to save everyone and expect nothing in return. Maybe she was to be the sacrifice the Gods wanted and Shea would have gladly end her own life to save another’s. Maybe this was why so many stallions disliked her, they felt she lacked backbone and oddly enough, Shea has never been in a fight so she did not even know if she could fight. Slowly she moved to the black blob, unsure what the it was. Images of panthers, cats, dogs, birds -- maybe Anubis had bigger birds out here -- and any other number of objects. The thought that this shape, this black shape might be something dead alarmed her and she revolted at the thought. Maybe it was something that needed healing, maybe… “No Shea, you must not think like that, however if it is something hurt…” Shea let her words trail off, she always talked to herself when she was nervous, what good it ever did her because herself never talked back.

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It had been a few days since the incident the little filly couldn’t remember. Her flaming protector seemed to have no interest in telling her anything, though it seemed it must not really matter. They had travelled so long and the small black filly was clearly in a bit of pain. It was hard for Aleks, as he could not carry her everywhere. For as time grew on the pony filly grew larger and larger and his wings could only carry her short distances now. As the sun laid beneath the horizon it seemed his little Fia was safe, leaving her for only short times to try to figure out where they would go and what they would do. Though now as the sun slowly started to peak from the horizon it was time to stay near his darling. From the shelter of the trees he watched his young friend, speaking quietly with her watching the fiery marking on her shoulder glow.

They spoke about nothing special, Aleks spoke of reassurance to the young foal about how she would be alright. Sure she was bruised and she had a series of small cuts on her body from the phoenix carrying her off in a hurry. There was nothing he could do though, he had to protect her, for without her he would probably set off to create his nest and prepare to burn to create a new. For without his horse he had no reason to continue to live and so resurrecting into a new phoenix they could wait for their horse to be born. Aleks had waited years for the birth of Fia, for she was his one and only, maybe there was something special about her or she was simply chosen for him. For Aleks had followed her dam for years, knowing that that mares foal would be his to protect.

Silence came between the already silent pair as a horse approached, the fiery phoenix sensing her before the hurt filly. Fia laid quiet on the ground, not speaking to her protector as to dim the glow of her sides. Lifting her black head from the ground, fiery eyes stared out. It was when the mare got closer the phoenix dove from his perch, eagle wingspan burning and spread out as wide as possible in front of the filly. Black eyes staring at the mare as to warn her not to attack.

Slowly standing behind the large eagle sized bird the small four month old filly pricked her black ears at the sight. Fia thought that maybe the mare was alright, though it seemed that Aleks had another idea. Both shoulders let out a fiery glow as she spoke silently to her protector, uncertain the bird kept his wings out to protect the filly though changed his posture slightly, in his own way telling the new mare he would protect the filly but Fia wished to know why she had approached, so he lowered his posture slightly. He only stood in wait, ready to change into attack mode at any given moment. If the mare showed signs of dominance he would show back. For Aleks would be the dominant male in this position, even if he were not of the same species.

(Not the best, trying to figure her out still. lol)

[Ren]

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[atrb=background,http://i42.tinypic.com/ay96pf.jpg,true] Hope is itself a species of happiness, and, perhaps, the chief happiness which this world affords: but, like all other pleasures immoderately enjoyed, the excesses of hope must be expiated by pain; and expectations improperly indulged must end in disappointment. We postpone the finality of heartbreak by clinging to hope. Though this might be acceptable during early or transitional stages of grief, ultimately it is no way to live. We need both hands free to embrace life and accept love, and that's impossible if one hand has a death grip on the past. You know nothing about Hope, that immortal, delicious maiden forever courted forever propitious, whom fools have called deceitful, as if it were Hope that carried the cup of disappointment, whereas it is her deadly enemy, Certainty, whom she only escapes by transformation. In this Shea had hoped the little black foal was well, her heart slammed violently against her chest, surging and twisting with the speed and intensity as that of a hunted rabbit. Maybe the wolves would be closing in soon but Kings she hoped not. Muscles trembled with each step she took, with each breath she inhaled and exhaled, each time she blinked the world around that black foal made Shea feel all the most protective of her. Odd how such a feeling could exact so much emotions in a single moment of time. Was the little beauty well, did something happen to her and where was her mother? Questions would have to way, everything would have to be pushed to the side while the little foal was assessed for damage. Just like that a large beautiful bird flew down, wings spread out in a display that clearly told Shea to back up and so the mare stopped, tossed her head just a little before staring calming at the bird. Taking one glance to the foal Shea had a sudden desire to charge the bird thinking he was going to eat her, attack the baby. All feelings, emotions, pain, rage -- and Shea did not feel much rage, in fact she was as sweet as sweet could be -- and a protectiveness that she had never felt before wash over her so quickly that for just a moment she felt her muscles tighten. That was when the foal lifted her head, when she looked at Shea and all rage drained away like water in a desert. Expectancy speeds progress. Therefore, live in a continual state of expectancy. No matter how much good you are experiencing today, expect greater good tomorrow. Expect to meet new friends. Expect to meet new and wonderful experiences. Try this magic of expectancy and you will soon discover a dramatic side to your work which gives full vent to constructive feeling. One hope no sooner dies in us but another rises up in its stead. We are apt to fancy that we shall be happy and satisfied if we possess ourselves of such and such particular enjoyments; but either by reason of their emptiness, or the natural inquietude of the mind, we have no sooner gained one point, but we extend our hopes to another. We still find new inviting scenes and landscapes lying behind those which at a distance terminated our view. “Little one. Are you well?” Shea said and without even thinking her mind stretched out to move over the foal, searching for anything that could be wrong. While she spoke to the foal Shea let her mind her own bodily energy pulse through her, ebbing her strength ever so slightly until she found where the foal was hurt and worked on healing her. “I am Shea, please do not be frightened of me I mean you no harm. In this I swear to the new Gods, the old Gods and the Gods yet to be.” Her voice was soft, angelic, sweet always sweet and always friendly. “Forgive me for my intrusion but you are hurt and I am attempting to heal you as best I can.” She worked harder, mending anything she could and giving strength to aid the foal. “Your friend is… very.” The words trailed off as she looked to the large bird and inclined her head. “I promise not to hurt her.” Shea said to the bird directly.

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From behind the great bird the small equine stood, her fiery eyes staring at the mare that approached. Watching her stop and toss her head to watch the phoenix before her. The glow from her shoulders lighting up softly as she spoke with her winged companion. The glow dimmed as the bird softened his body slightly. The mare’s voice bringing his fiery wings to his sides. Eyelids blinked over the black filly’s fiery eyes as her ears flicked, locking on the mare feeling some sort of energy run through her body. Snorting softly the small equine’s sides lit up. Her silent conversation with the bird holding a bit of silence before the glow dimmed and the phoenix shifted slightly. ”She holds no fear of you, for she knows I will protect her. How is this you heal her?”

The bird’s rough voice spoke up, turning back to the foal behind him. Fia stood a bit taller, looking around her body as wounds healed and she could feel strength in her body. The young one was a bit confused, but more or less she was hungry, thirsty, not wishing to pick at the dying grass at her feet. Still silent the glow returned to her shoulders, from the front it looked like nothing more than a dim glow, though from the side it was a sort of tribal marking, forming the flaming shapes that looked a lot like the phoenix before them. When the flaming glow subsided the rough voice came again from the fiery bird.

”She won’t speak to you miss Shea. Her name is Fia, I am Aleks, her guardian in a sense.” The bird spoke with a breeze of confidence, his body shifting slightly, wings folded at his side he turned to the small foal. Fia watched the mare, fiery eyes staring at her horn a moment, checking over the mare before she spoke with her phoenix, the same sign coming in the glow from her shoulders. ”She wishes to know where you come from. Fia thinks she might just like you.” He let his voice speak again as the small foal nickered softly. Her noise almost like a whisper from her lips, though with no words spoken. Her small slightly feathered hooves shifted on the cold solid ground.

The black filly tossed her head slightly as she felt a bit of energy surge through her body. Tail swishing around her she had a bit of energy wishing to explore a bit now. She nickered softly and nudged her protector slightly. A quiet, faint giggle from the closed lips of the filly as she got a bit excited and her sides glowed just brighter than ever. Shaking his head Aleks chuckled slightly. ”Fia thanks you for the energy you gave her, she wishes to play.” The eagle sized bird nodded to the larger mare as the small filly moved slowly past him and pranced around the mare checking her out.

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