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RE: [SWP] Dark Days - Rixen - 03-14-2018
RE: [SWP] Dark Days - Rift Presence - 03-18-2018
They're enthralled by Rixen's gentle, singsong voice—like the whole stand in front of him holds its breath in a way that is different, their restless tugging and chafing and tightening momentarily put on hold. Only the wind ruffles their leaves and pulls on loose tendrils. Once his voice fades into silence, the cluster of trees sigh, their branches and roots relaxing, the knots coming undone. The swaying of their green crowns seems to murmur something; is it just imagination, or does it sound a little like the song they were just sung..? Regardless, there are more trees who are still in need of help. the Rift life from death * Each round is 48 hours (give or take), and has no posting order. If you miss a round, don't worry - just post when you have a chance to! The round is open until Rift Presence posts again. * New characters are always welcome to join the plot * If you find the pace too high, let us know, and we'll slow down! * Posts are encouraged to be 400 words or less. RE: [SWP] Dark Days - Kiada - 03-19-2018
She sings a song of Halyven to the cluster of trees before her! RE: [SWP] Dark Days - Kyros - 03-22-2018 Kyros
He watched happily as the tress finally untangled themselves. He smiled sadly at them, "I'm sorry you're hurt, maybe I can cover the wounds with some leaves." He looked down at his hooves and saw the spent leaves that had fallen from them. he picked a mouth full up and carefully placed them over the oozing sores pressing them firmly, but gently in place. Once he was satisfied he looked up to see what the others were doing. The stallion seemed to have figured it out as well. His tiny ears pricked forward excitedly to catch his song. When he was finished he smiled brightly as the trees spread apart and swayed. The leaves made a sound, mimicking what the male had just sung to them. His eyes brightened, they were intelligent! He grinned brightly before it turned sad. "Poor things, they must be so scared..." He sighed heavily blinking quickly trying to keep the tears at bay. He turned as Kiada started to sing as well. He listened intently taking the story to heart. When she had finished he watched her trees for a moment before taking a deep breath and turning to face the whole mangrove not just one bunch. "Maybe if we sing to all of them it'll go faster?" He paused looking between the adults hope blazing in his eyes. He didn't know any songs, his family had either left him or died before he had been taught anything. He opened his mouth several times knowing what he wanted to sing but a lump had formed in the colts throat. Kyros swallowed hard forcing the lump down. He closed his eyes so he wouldn't have to watch the adult's faces. "You were born and left alone. You watched them all leave, In more ways than one Now you are alone and scared. Hush now dear one, I will never leave. I will hold you in my heart, As they once held you in theirs. Though their flesh is gone, They are still around. Hush now dear one, Let peace fill you like a river. Hush now dear one..." He hummed allowing his words to linger in the air. Finally he opened his eyes tears seeping from his black eyes leaving trails over his soft grulla face. He tired not to look at the others but he couldn't help himself. He glanced up meeting their eyes for a minute before looking back at the trees. ----------------------------- Talk Words;; 406 - table by Niki - RE: [SWP] Dark Days - Rift Presence - 03-24-2018
The trees all listen, drinking in the stories of past and present—the songs seep through their bark into their wood, quickening in the sap, and somehow.. everything goes silent; there's just the whisper of the surf on the beach, and the faint repetition of Rixen's song, but the moaning, the slow, sad crying, has been silenced. As Kiada's voice fades another sigh ripple through the trees, roots and branches untangling, the leaves and the breeze whispering the melody of the Halyven song as a strange backdrop when Kyros adds his thin, youthful voice to their memory. His song is a sad one, and as he, too, falls silent, the trees take up the rhythm. Like a ripple on a pond the trees release one another, waving gently in the ocean breeze—should you listen for it, you won't hear it, but it's in the spaces between the waves, hidden in the rustling of their leaves. They keep on singing your songs, to themselves, to each other, and as the minutes tick by the air of oppression is lifted, replaced with one of lightness; hope. the Rift life from death Hope has been restored to the Mangrove Tidepools! * Each round is 48 hours (give or take), and has no posting order. If you miss a round, don't worry - just post when you have a chance to! The round is open until Rift Presence posts again. * New characters are always welcome to join the plot * If you find the pace too high, let us know, and we'll slow down! * Posts are encouraged to be 400 words or less. RE: [SWP] Dark Days - Rixen - 03-25-2018
RE: [SWP] Dark Days - Kiada - 03-26-2018
<333 RE: [SWP] Dark Days - Kyros - 03-28-2018 The colt smiled at the other two as they agreed to try his way. Once his song was done and he looked at the others he thought he would see pity in their eyes. Instead the stripped man smiled warmly at him and he had to fight back another rush of tears. He smiled softly at the stallion. Swallowing hard he looked up at the golden lady. She was looking at him intently and offered him a small smile. Did she realize he was singing from his own memories? Something told him that the stud had no idea where the words had come from, but he was sure Kiada had some idea. He looked away from her face trying to swallow passed the painful lump in his throat. He turned and sang with Kiada once more and watched as their words worked magic on the trees. Hope flared in his breast as he watched the trees spread apart. He sighed deeply trying to release his own fear and sorrow. He closed his eyes breathing deep for the first time since his father had died trying to save him. A warm muzzle pressed against his shoulder and he turned to smile at the beautiful mare. "Thank you Kiada." He whispered softly to her his black eyes shinning brightly with his new found joy. He was finally free of the past. He knew he would be able to move on now and be happy. "We did do it didn't we!" He grinned brightly then looking at both horses before trotting after Kiada. ----------------------------- Talk Words;; 260 Kyros is out - table by Niki - |