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| Topic Started: Mar 26 2009, 12:22 PM (134 Views) | |
| Lydia | Mar 26 2009, 12:22 PM Post #1 |
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Lydia sat their at the end of a dock as they ship unloaded. People from her homeland carried expensive spices in crates to be sold off to the people of Avalon but still her shipment was not off the boat just yet, that would take time. She would feel the waves crash beneath the dock giving a swaying effect. She imagined what would come off that boat, she had given specifics to what she needed, the only thing left was for that beast to come flying down the ramp with all the glory of Allah. Sora circled a few times looking down on Lydia and her anticipation, brown eyes wide with excitement as she brushed the dust off her old riding pants. They were much like her normal pants, tight and sleek except for the pads of leather down the insides of her legs to keep from slipping off the saddle. She could hardly imagine the horse had a saddle on it, but she came prepared in the event she was able to ride him around. Everything was set, she had the proper barn picked out for him on his first night in Avalon not far from here. She knew her new stallion would be cold, coming from the desert to the colder climate of Avalon, she had spent a long time working on a horse blanket, purple and black made from the most beautiful and vibrant fabric. It was rolled up under her arm tight in place for her new horse. Listening to the sounds around her she tried to block them all out, the chattering people around her, the seagulls above and even Sora's own excited call. It seemed to happen so quickly, she could hear the whaling of her stallion aboard the ship and men swearing and cursing in Arabic. She could hear hoof beats clambering wildly against the wooden deck. Eyes wide she watched the ramp as a small black stallion no older then tree came stomping along. He tossed his head as two men lead him on each side, two ropes around his neck and two attacked to his red tasseled halter. Her stallion tossed his head throwing ebony mane about wildly. His forelock catching the color of the sunlight. A solid black stallion glistening in the sunlight like a god. She could see it in his soul, he was a fiery beast, free spirited but not cruel...he was wild. Her stallion was a true horse of the desert, a dishy head and well formed sleek body, he was built for speed and grace. His neck was arched as he came stomping down the ramp flaring his large nostrils and letting out his stallion shrill. His ears were set forward listening as Lydia gasped in amazement. He was smart, she could see it in his eyes, his soul so bright they light up his brown eyes like magic. People said there was no magic in normal horse but Lydia could not believe this. Looking at the stallion she saw more magic in him then all of Avalon. That power and determination. His tail was set high in the air as he reached the dock stomping and scrapping his feet. He showed everyone around that he was king of this land now. No other horse could claim to be more beautiful and more majestic then he. Sure he was a small horse standing only fifteen and a half hands tall but he was a king...a prince of the desert, prince of horses. Young and vigorous, an athletic animal that no war horse could stand a chance against. No other horse could move as swiftly as him and for as long as he could. No horse was a survivor because no there horse was born from the blood of the one true god Allah. Tossing his head again one of the men yelled, "This one is the devil...we could always take him back and get a better horse. He is mad." Lydia took a step forward as the horse lurched to the side nearly knocking to two men over on his left flank. She put her hand out and whispered to him in a calm voice making his ear move to her sound and his nostrils take in her scent, "Easy there Desert Prince." She turned to the main handler and asked, "What is he called?" "He is a young stallion the master wanted to be ride of, he has no name. He just call him The Black. You can think of your own name for him. It would have been Al Sheh but I don't think that fits him." Lydia took another step forward and reached her fingertips to his noise. Putting his ears back he sniffed her and then let out another shrill before bolting forward and pulling all four men to the ground. He darted forward going at a full gallop dragging one of the men behind him for a time until the stallion came to find a cart in his way. The handler let go of the rope and watched in horror as the horse launched himself airborne soaring over the cart as if he had wings. The stallion moved like the devil, he was fast, faster then any other horse Lydia had ever seen. A man pushing his own cart found himself in the path of the frightened horse only to have the black beast plow it over sending fruit to cover the ground. Lydia took chase after her stallion waving her arms and screaming to people to move. They had never seen an Arabian before, they wouldn’t know that the stallion would run them over without a second thought in order to get away...to get back home where he felt safe. Again he threw his body airborne flying over another cart, this one taller then the last. He snorted, his hooves hitting the ground with a thunderous sound as he continued to rampage through the market. Lydia cried out helpless, "Stop him...catch that horse...." She ten again realized none of these people had dealt with Arabians before and continued, "Wait...be careful, get out of his way...oh Allah let no one be killed by my stallion." |
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| Flash Strike | Jan 27 2010, 10:57 AM Post #2 |
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Flash moved through the market with the glorious scent of home in her nostrils. She was a dragon; a Dragoness of the sea, and no place felt as brilliant or serene as the place of her birth. She was not, actually, near her place of birth...technically speaking. But she was near the sea... and that was good enough. Lifting her human head to the breeze she did her best to take in the scents with her weak human nose. That of a dragon’s was as sharp as a wolf, or any instinctive hunter, really. She turned slightly, not that she stood on the docks, so that the open air from the sea blew straight at her, swirling her clock and filling her with thoughts of home. She took a step forward, hovering above the air, about to plunge into the cool water and dive deep into its depths before changing to the shape that belonged to her more truly then any other, out of sight and away from causing panic or fear from closed-minded humans. Her plans never worked out the way she wanted them to, she found, and she brought her foot back on hard land in a moment to twirl around when another’s cry reached her ears. Turning swiftly she saw one devil of a horse, which she had to give a proud whistle to, storming across the decks. A wild creature, as free as she herself was just about to be. Giving a soft sigh of regret she pondered how on earth she could do this without fighting everyone; including the horse half to death. She debated plunging into the seas and erupting back out as a massive blue dragon, to grip the wild thing gently by her claws and hold it an inch above the ground, helpless, as humans stole away its freedom once more. She even debated grabbing it and flying it back to see... it was one hell of a fine Arabic horse... born to the desert. But no... she could not this either. Only a moment had passed as she ran through such scenarios through her head, and then the creature was all that nearer – it was about to run right past her. With hardly a moments thought, the Dragoness of the sea changed her feet to heavy massive elephant feet, planted on the ground where she herself could never move them without changing them back, and her hands were already reaching outwards, changing into the thick, heavy hands of a bear as she precisely aimed for the rope, one massive hand lopped into the whole and th horse kept on running. It was suddenly yanked to a violent stop, and for a moment Flash thought her hand might just be pulled from its socket, and then the horse was down. Her other hand shot out not to grip it all the tighter. Flash now looked a sight, with grey feet burst from her shoes, her favourite jacket stretched about massive, brown furry hands. Ahhh well... the price of lending a helping hand. The thing was as wild as any creature she had ever seen. “I’m so sorry... that I can not grant you freedom” Flash murmured in the soothing tongue of the water dragons. |
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| Lydia | Jan 27 2010, 11:54 AM Post #3 |
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The stallion continued to run about knocking back a woman who had just been trying to shop in peace but the stallion would not let this be. He was a fiery spirit just as Lydia's last horse. The devil indeed, he radiated the spirit of the desert. A heart just as free as Lydia's heart and as Sora's heart. Swooping down the small falcon flapped her wings flying after the stallion as Lydia helped up the woman he had knocked over. The handlers seemed confused as to what they should do, chasing the horse and trying to corner and calm him, the only way to hopefully catch an Arabian horse. Pulling the woman to her feet Lydia looked back to her stallion again, he was a wonderful site to see, more beauty in him then any horse to cross the desert sands. Sora flew closer to the horse until suddenly his body vanished beneath her. Confused the bird pulled up letting out a loud cry and circled up above Lydia who already was moving towards the fallen stallion. He thrashed about striking at the wooden planks a little stunned at first. Lydia's greatest fear was of a broken back, she didn't want to bring her brother across into Avalon only to have him die on these cold shores. Had she a heart it would have been racing with fear but without a heart o beat her mind did the racing instead. "áÇ íãæÊ ÇáÇãíÑ ÇáÕÍÑÇæíÉ ¡ æÇáÇÓÊãÇÚ Åáì ÕæÊí æÊÑÊÝÚ." (die not desert prince, listen to my voice and rise up.) Lydia whispered into the wind, her voice reaching the horses ears. The familiar language calmed the stallion, his heart slowing as he lifted his head and snapped at his ropes pulling at his own halter. The tassels of his halter shook while he sat up squealing and rose up with great speed. Taking a few shaky steps forward the horse was still a little dazed and as wild as could be. Rearing up he struck at the air until Lydia put her arms out and stood before him. "ÇáåÏæÁ ÃÎí ¡ ÃäÇ ÃÎÊß ãä ÇáÑãá. íÚäí ÃäÊ áÇ ÖÑÑ ¡ áÇ íÒÇá ÇáÈÑíÉ ÇáäÇÑ." (Calm my brother, I am your sister of sand. I mean you no harm, be still wild fire.) Quickly he came down to all fours snorting and blowing steam. His eyes fixed on Lydia as the two handlers caught up. Sora up above let out another cry before her wings carried her down towards a stand where she landed on a protruding post. Walking to her stallion she ran her hands over his neck whispering into his ears. His body was shaking from fear but he was unharmed, he was safe. The handler who could speak English continued on, "I told you, this horse is the devil. He is wild and crazy, our master can breed you a better horse. Give us a year and we will bring you a prized mare or stallion." Lydia simply shook her head refusing their offer. She wanted this horse and this horse alone. Looking into his wild eyes she smiled, "So you are the devil are you. Then Shetan is the only name for such a horse. Shetan the devil. ãä ÇáÓåá ÈáÏí ÇáÃÓæÏ ÔíØÇä ¡ ÃäÊ ÇáÂä ÇáÃáÛÇã." (Easy my black devil, you are mine now.) Looking towards the woman holding the rope her eyes flickered with the same light, the same fire, the same freedom as the desert stallion. "Thank you, for catching the stallion for me." She looked to the woman’s strange hands and feet as both handlers took hold of the horse once again and fixed his halter to keep it from coming undone. "Your a strange sort of person and your language...I don't recognize it, but then again forgive me I don't recognize many. I am not from Avalon, I am from his world." She looked to her stallion again as he let his ears swivel about trying to understand her English words. Giving a slight bow she continued politely as was taught to her growing up, "I am Lydia, Desert Rose of Jerusalem." |
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| Flash Strike | Jan 27 2010, 12:14 PM Post #4 |
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Flash watched in fascination at the strange language filled the air. She listened to it with sharp ear, catching each and every one of the strange words. The horse responded as through the words were familiar, calming. But of course they where – they were words from a desert, the home of this free beast. Flash smiled gently, and was glad for the gift bestowed upon her; she was a dragon and as a dragon she was born knowing the languages of the world. Her own fire-flue eyes blinked and let go as the handlers finally took control of the creature. Of all homes for such a fire beast, she was sure that this woman, who came from the same lands as the horse itself, would be the best one to calm and almost gentle; no one could fully gentle one born so free. As the woman turned to her now, Flash gave a slid nod of her head in greetings. "It was my pleasure to be of assistance. I am known as Flash... and I too am not from these lands” She dropped an anonimous wink at that. Of course she was not from any lands it was enough to make her chuckle. She was born in and born to the sea... the place that would forever be her home. "It is a pleasure to meet you Lydia; Desert Rose of Jerusalem, and your wild fire-beast here” She added softly. She had spoken in the language of the dragons to the horse for it was one that all wild creatures could relate to. It was made more of sounds then words... and so very hard to get past her human mouth. Flash slowly changed back her hands and her feet until she looked like the average human once more... abide her wild eyes and long streaming blue hair. Had her head hood been concealed inside a hood, one would also have seen the strange winged simply upon her forehead that was there when she was both human and Dragon... or what ever other shape she decided to take on. Shaking her poor, wrenched hands she turned and nodded to the horse. “Maybe you should think this less as a loss of freedom... and more of a change of worlds, you who would be my bother...in your wildness” Her words were in the elegant language of the dragons, smooth and gentle like the lapping waves. Edited by Flash Strike, Jan 27 2010, 12:16 PM.
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| Lydia | Jan 27 2010, 01:07 PM Post #5 |
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The stallion cocked his head to one side as he listened to the dragon, he had known of the wild desert and lived within in for a whole year with his masters heard until he was taken to the main barns for training. Like Lydia however even after taking the horse from the desert the desert could not be pulled from the horse. Desert born horses had always made the smartest and most loyal and strong companions as far as Lydia was concerned. those born in the desert like she and Sora were true to their brothers and sisters and all who called them family or lover. However those of the desert would fight for their freedom to those who tried to take it and tame them. This was why Lydia would not tame him but like Sora befriend him. Brushing her fingers through his silk mane she turned tot he handlers once more giving them their pound of gold for the brilliant stallion and spoke with appreciation, "Tell your master he breeds fine horses. One day I hope to venture to his pastures and find mares when I have land of my own in the desert." "I will, I will tell him you send your thanks." With that the handlers gave her a bow and touched their brows before speaking of blessings and to go safely with Allah. Lydia did the same showing the mannerism and traditions of those who lives in the desert. By the time the handlers were gone Lydia turned back to her stallion and the strange woman who spoke in a different tongue. Some part of Lydia almost understood it. The part of her connected to her Raven, her soul. The black bird who seemed at times to make himself invisible. Holding onto the rope connecting to the stallions halter she stepped him back a little to get his feet under him and gave him a light pat on the shoulder. "I will take care of you my prince, together we will fly across the desert and own the land we run on if only for a short moment. You and I will be well, just you see." Sora cried out again as if addressing a situation to Lydia. With a small giggle she pointed to the small falcon and continued, "and that is Sora, my oldest and most loyal of friends." The falcon stood in all her glory, her feathers sparkling in the sunlight, her large golden eyes scanning the market place until the shop keeper tried to swat her away from tent. Hissing down at the man she took to the air flying off to Lydia who lifted he hand into the air. Gracefully the bird found sanctuary on Lydia's arm clinging to the thick black fabric of her shirt. The Stallion flared his nostrils looking the bird over with wild eyes before Lydia laughed, "it's a falcon, you have seen falcons before." Turning back to the odd woman Lydia asked, “What sort of creature are you then, not human nor elf, nor dwarf or Halfling. I certainly know you are not what I am.” |
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