-Light Stag please-Welcome to a world of silence

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H.ush

My Silent Mind
I moved as silently as possible threw the lands, my skitterish two beat was almost as frantic as my heart. I didn’t want to be here. I didn’t want to be around so many equines… Which is why I had attempted to pick out a place that seemed least likely to have others in it. Luckily, my estimated numbers had been useful, for this place was quite…. Desolute. Just as I had hoped. A lone mare or so looked up as I passed, nickering a welcome. When I failed to answer back… they simply turned back to the grass, nibbling like I was nothing.

But then again… I was nothing. I wish I could have replied back. Said anything at all. I let my head sink low to the ground, suddenly feeling like it was to heavy to hold up. My scattered thoughs swam around my mind, making no sense to me. But then again, when did anything make sense to me?

I had been raised a sheltered filly by an over protective dam. Just because… I was… different. It wasn’t even my fault I had been born this way! My father gave me this… this… obstrosity. I couldn’t help it if I was MUTE! But no one seemed to understand that. It was like I was a disease carrier…. The way others seemed to avoid me.

I let my head sink lower, the tip of my muzzle brushed the longest of grass blades. My steps were no longer skitterish now, but seemed to lag, I had to practically drag myself to keep on going. I didn’t see the point… Why am I so different that I was kicked from my own herd. Why was I the one who had to endure this disease?

It wasn’t fair…

From The Eyes Of Others
The lone finch seemed to drag herself threw these lands, her crest bowed, and head low. Her orbs seemed down caster upon the earth, not meeting anyone’s gaze. And when ever someone would call out to her. The Mare never seemed to answer. Her chestnut pinto coat gleamed in the late light of the sun. The final rays of the day were starting to fade, as the sun began to sink beneath the horizon. Night was approaching.

But the finch didn’t seem to care, not about a thing. She moved so silently, made barely a sound, that one couldn’t help but wonder if the silent finch was a ghost. But the lone femme scent she left, the imprints in the grass, well… It was obvious… very obvious that she was real. Real… but she didn’t seem to be alive. Her whole compsure seemed to be faltering around her, like she was having problems understanding things, and that she didn’t even want to be in this world.

Then the fae stopped, and looked at the ground. She spotted a white rose upon the ground, growing solo. She shook her head, but still made no sound, as she trampled the white ‘Romeo and Juliet’ rose, before continuing her walk. The way she moved, her emotionless expression, and her sad blue eyes… You couldn’t help but wonder what was going on in her mind. Could you?

My Silent Mind
I could tell by the multiplying shadows that night was quickly approaching, but for once… I didn’t care if I would be out here… alone… at night again. I had no home, no herd. And for good reason. What stallion would really want a mute mare in his herd. Stallions liked company that could talk. I had to rely on my body language and expressions. And some times that still didn’t work. I stopped, adverting my eyes to the ground. And it was there I saw it, a beautiful white rose. Then a felt a stab of pain, as I looked at the flower that had been so common in my old herd lands. I shook my head, my long foretresses momentarily blinding me, as I trampled the flower I had grown to love. I didn’t need to be reminded of all that I had lost…. Not yet…

I glared at the ground, feeling more dead then anything else. I continued my walk. Seaching for a spot to lay dowm, and sleep. It was late… and I was beginning to feel tired. And then I saw it. The slight lake, with a large apple tree growing. The water was frozen, due to the fact it was winter, but I was pleased to see that the tree was still baring some fruit. I walked to the area, and began to set up the spot in which I should soon be sleeping in.


From The Eyes Of Others
The finch trotted towards what appeared to be a apple tree, a frozen lake, and a blanket of snow. The 15.2 hand thoroughbred mare rose onto her hindlegs, into a rear, so as to delicately grab an apple. As she lowered herself, so all four hooves were on the ground, she ate the apple in silence. As she did so, long shouts of green crisp grass broke free from the snow, her hooves uncaking them. But still the snow was over welming.

The mare, now finished with her apple, started to roll in the snow, using her body heat to melt it. When she did this she looked pleased at the earth she had just uncovered. She smiled to herself, and lowered her head down, to better shape some of the half frozen grass, so that it created a fluffy bedding. She lay down, letting herself relax, as she looked up at the sky, seeming to watch the multiple colors of a sunset dance across the sky. Still she spoke not a word.

My Silent Mind
I watched the sunset, the vibrant colors of the sunset would stain my inner eyelids more much of the night. I shook my head, and suddenly stiffened. I thought I had heard hoof falls. After listening for a moment or two I heard nothing else. I relaxed again, watching as the sun disappeared beneath the horizon.

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Silence has never been so lonely.

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Blanc was wandering around the Green Meadows. He was simply losing himself in the beauty of Penori. He never came to the meadows, but something dragged him away, dragged him away from the Light Herd area. He looked out into the sunset. That's when he spotted her, all alone, watching the sunset. She was obviously a female- Her looks were gorgeous. He had stopped temporarily in awe. He could tell she had heard him stumble upon her. His eyes snapped shut for a moment, and he paced forward.

"Ma'am?" Blanco an Un asked quietly, his immediate attention on the mare. He had no intention of force breeding. He just wanted to make a new friend. He tossed his head, torward the sunset. "That setting sun is almost as lovely as ou are, miss." he looked torward the abstract pink and blue and orange colors of the horizon. So lovely. "My name is Blanco an Un, Blanc for short. What is your name?"

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My Silent Mind
I jumped when I had heard the sound of approaching hoofsteps, and glanced up to see a stallion looking at me, Ma'am? he asked almost quietly. He turned slightly to the sunset, That setting sun is almost as lovely as you are, miss. I looked at him with pure surprise. No one had ever compared me to such a masterpiece as the sunset before me now, and most defiantly have never ranked me higher then it. I was, after all, a mute! He spoke again, My name is Blanco an Un, Blanc for short. What is your name? I was silent, for a second. Then slowly stood. How was I too tell him my name? Suddenly an idea popped into my head. Using my foredagger, I carefully sketched out:

Hush Sound, Hush for short

My name, written by my own hoof. I took a few steps back so he could read it, if he could read at all. I wish I could have done something to help him understand my name. I would have to go about getting a wish to project thoughts into people's minds, or something. it wasn't my fault I was mute and couldn't speak.

Threw the eyes of others
She most defiantly didn't appear to be used to being approached by another equine. A startling fact. And she was silent for a while after he spoke, and continued to be silent, as her hoof scraped across the ground, spelling otu her name, and what she prefered to be called. You couldn't tell if she was mute, or just not one to talk. But it was sort of odd for a horse who cold talk to write things out.

My Silent Mind
I waited to see what he would say and do next.

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Blanc looked at the letters for a bit. His mind was fortunatley smart enough to figure them out. "Hush. Why are you called Hush?" he also wanted to know why she didn't say her name aloud. Was she afraid of him? He had never been good at talking to femmes. He was doing surprisingly good, in his own mind. Had he said something wrong? Something that offended her? In fact, it was the first time he had been coherent with a female so beautiful.

Blanc stepped over to her. His hoof landed on the "ush" of her name. "Are you... okay?" he started being incoherent again. Damn. "Did i...s-say something?" he was suddenly embarrassed, He had been doing so good, talking to her. Now he probably seemed like a fool, a horse with no mind, a horse with no correct tongue. Damn damn damn!!!

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My Silent Mind
I was surprised when he asked why I was called Hush. Wasn't it obvious? Being mute, I didn't really speak much.... er at all. I didn't know how to explain it to him. Then he seemed more confused, taking a step forward, and asking if I was okay. Of course I was. Then he continued to speak, asking if he had said something to bother me. I shook my head, my eyes pleading with him to understand. I made not a sound, to explain, since I couldn't. What was I to do. Well... if he could read my name?

I slowly wrote on the ground one single word

Mute

Maybe he would understand now. It wasn't often one ran across a mare who couldn't talk. But she hoped he would understand, and not think it was his fault. Since it wasn't. it was her genetics that had made her this way.

Threw the Eyes of Others
The mare obviousily looked like she was pleading with him, to understand. You could almost feel the 'no it isn't your fault' vibe in the air. And it wasn't his fault. the longer you stick around with her, the more you would see that. She couldn't control the fact she said nothing. She didn't snort with exasperation, or sigh at the fact he seemed to think it was his fault that she wouldn't say a word. instead she wrote the reason for her silence on the ground, trying to show him why she was voiceless.


My Silent Mind
I didn't know how he would take this news. My muteness. I jsut hoped he would be more accepting to it, then the herd I was born into... I waited now for his reaction, and reply to my written single word.

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Blanc stared at the letters, his brain trying to figure them out- he had never learned how to read. M...U..T..E ... mute. Oh. He looked at Hush, his eyes gazing at her. He didn't care what she was. She was individual, special, lovely... he needed to voice his thoughts. "I don't care, Hush. You are the most lovely thing I have ever seen." he looked at her. What if she didn't like him? He would be... crushed.

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My Silent Mind
My eyes widened in surprise. He didn't care? He thought I was the most lovely thing he had ever seen? Surely... something was getting to his head? I blushed, looking down at the grass between my forehooves, then looked back up at him, a slight smile on my facade. I took a few steps to him, nuzzling him slightly. But my reserved state of mind, do to the fact few accepted me as I was, mute, had me take a step back when I was done. Just one though, keeping myself very close to him. On the ground my hoof had traced out the words,

Thank you

Those simple simple two words, and my shy smile spoke of how much I liked being told that. No one had EVER called me lovely, or anything close. I was blushing beneath my coat! I looked at him, and wondered what he would say next.

OOC://low muse.... still learning Hush's character.

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Blanc nearly laughed. "There's no need to thank me, Hush. You are what you are, and I love it." he smiled at her, his eyes resting on her lovely face. it had been a long time since he had felt this way, he was sure what he was feeling was true and clear. He looked toward the sunset. "You are prettier than all the sunsets combined, Hush. And a lot more original."

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My Silent Mind
I blushed at his words, and followed his gaze to the sunset. How could... a mere mare compare to that? I didn't know, but the complement warmed me. I smiled up at him, shifting my weight, so as i could stand next to him, and watch the sunset too. The colors danced across the sky, and warmed my heart. I glanced occasionaly at my new companion, wondering if I was being niave by believing his words. I doubted it, but only time would tell, right?

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Blanc noticed Hush's glances, and he knew she had her doubts. But he could never take his mind off her. She was lovely. She was intelligent. She was his love. He looked at the sunset for a little more, and then he shook his head and looked at Hush.

"Wanna go somewhere? I could use a good run." he looked down, and then he swished his tail at some flies that had landed on him annoyingly.

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My Silent Mind
I looked shyly up at Blanc, smiling when he asked if I wanted to go somewhere. He said he could use a good run, I suppose I could too. I nodded hesitantly, a little unsure of where we could go. Did he have a specific idea in his head, or what? Suddenly feeling curious, I wondered how to ask him this, with out words of course. My eyes reflected my curious questions of where we would go. I took a few steps forward, then turned to him, my eyes expectant for him to either follow, walk at my side, or lead. I didn't care which, I'd be more then willing to go with him.

No one had ever carried that I wasn't a mute, had cared for me anyways. I waited patiently for him to come with me, my eyes surprisingly bright.

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Blanc walked by her side, and then he broke out into a canter. He wondered if Hush would be able to keep up; his gaits were unusually fast. He almost slowed into a trot, but he decided not to. The wind in his face felt good, it whipped at his sides and tugged at his mane and tail. If he could, Blanc would run forever and ever. But he had a life here in Penori. He would never run from that.

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My Silent Mind
I smiled as he came to me, then broke of into a fast paced canter, I followed close behind, my thoroughbred linage allowing me to keep up with ease. I sailed over the lands, my steps quick and graceful. I loved the feeling that the wind produced as it pushed my chestnut locks out of my facade. I was soon at his side, my pace matched with him. The wind pushing my locks back, and displaying my tail out. My muscles bound and uncoiled beneath my coat with each strike of hoof that hit the ground. She loved the joy of running, the feeling so close to flying. It made her smile with a shy delight. She glanced at Blanc, and thought she might have seen the same expression on his facade, but wasn't sure.

She gave him a bright smile, before lengthening her strides, to pull ahead of him, her tail lightly brushing against his barrel as she did so.

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Blanc gave a nicker of joy, and he pushed himself to race farther than Hush. This was the life. Running with someone he loved, it was what he was made for. He watched Hush pull farther up, and he dug his hooves in the ground to pull ahead. She was fast, but Blanc could beat her! He suddenly tripped on a rock jutting in his way. He gave a neigh of fear as he crashed to the ground. And he burst out laughing, his eyes a sparkle and his laughter very loud.

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My Silent Mind
I smmiled as he attempted to out race me. LIke he could! It was in my blood, my speed. Suddenly he tripped over a rock, and I turned, and watched him fall. I whinced as he crashed against the ground. I trotted to him, as he started laughing, a sweet smile on my facade. I lowered my boa to him nuzzling him delicately. Oh how I would have loved to laugh with him, but alas my muteness, how ever a slight giggle was able to form itself. I knew the basics of my muteness. It is heriditory, something that i inherited from my father. My vocal cords had been made oddly. But so far, what I have learned is that I can giggle, and if I focus really hard I can whisper. Yes... whisper. though it is only a light sound. I smiled delicately, stopping my slight giggles, tugging at his mane so as to tell him to get up.

Threw the Eyes of Others
Ah, so the mute could giggle. It was as powerful as someone who could actually talk. But the slight whispery giggle was an enchanting sound to hear, as delicate as a brush of wind upon your cheek. As innocent as the sound of an angel's voice. The beautiful chestnut pinto had her heart in her eyes as she stared upon the stallion, tugging at his mane to get him to rise. But the giggle had stopped, and it made one wonder what else you could possible hear from this little mare.

My Silent Mind
I looked at Blanc, nodding my head out to the wide open space, inviting him to run with me some more.