Re: Slippery Shadows
Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 2:43 am
OOC| You ish FINE, lovely! You be marvelous actually, I think. I just hope THIS be akay. All's I can say is, all I does is provide the fingers. Canna help how Hybrid is.
BIC| He smiled - smirked, but there was a lack of the usual, taunting air to it. It was a grin of amusement and, honestly, intrigue.
"Of course it's a defense mechanism," Hybrid admitted, a whicker of amusement mixing with his words. "Knowledge is power, so I gather all I can learn to fight with should the need arise. I have to know and guard against weaknesses... I think we all fear, after rebonding, that if we don't that weakness may just destroy us the next time. Although I know there won't be a next time, it's still how I cope with that fear."
She felt nice next to him - he had to admit. The rhythm of the air currents she sent skittering over his hide was oddly comforting in his blindness.
Albeit not nearly as comforting as having her call him good company. Perfect company, in fact.
"You said you've been rebonded as well... I know at least one of my bond-mates shares this fear as he's only recently been able to relax enough to show a true face. Do you know about it, or are you one of the lucky ones?"
Honest curiosity - and a tender touch of sympathy for the difficult topic - colored his pop-sizzle-growl voice, the tone one of a creature that could understand and had been there himself.
"As far as company and dingbats, are concerned," he reflected, going back a beat as he had managed to gather his thoughts better, "You have my thanks for being rather interesting company yourself. I am one for mystery, and a challenge and having my mind work around limitations, but mostly I appreciate... I suppose the word could be intrigue. Depth, layers, hidden things in a way. Even the clouds that look flat and whispy have substance to them, although you can't see it once you're too close.
Arching his neck, he tilted his head back and seemed to look up, frowning ever so slightly. The air was gradually feeling more... Open. He felt less of a brush off current from the walls and ceiling and found himself entering greater spaces - without any such subtle guides.
"That's hard to find, you know. That intrigue within others. They put on the faces, but no more. It's all a flat image, that they present. Give me someone like you, bold enough to flair it all out in the open, and a pox to them that are too timid to appreciate it!"
And then the giggle - oh, that giggle. It tugged his heart, for it sounded, for an exact moment, as if Fancy herself were next to him.
While his heart skipped a beat, his hooves picked up an extra one, gleaning an automatic miniature prance that sent his talons skittering over the rough floor. And he found himself laughing with her, for no reason other than the fact that she reminded him of his interest so very strongly.
"I can understand the wanderings," he grinned, and gave his head a quick toss of amusement. "There's times where the gopher overloard summons me as well, or at least that such seems as good an explanation as any. For me, though, it's not a search. I wander because my spine itches otherwise. To sit docile and grow thick and lazy when there is so much life to live, it chaffs, to be honest. That's something my bonded taught all of us; life is for living, love is for enjoying, and each day is for learning. Everything is a potential discovery, a new lesson, even if it's just of who you are."
A puff of air against his shoulder, and a playful offer of guidance had precluded his answers - even his notice of the cavern widening, late as it was. Finally, he thought he had an acceptable answer.
"Right now, for instance, I just learned that I have the potential to be an infuriatingly proud stallion, considering I'm not going to have you nudge me around the wall I've been steadily plodding towards. How about you act as my safety net, with those talented eyes you have? Let's see how far I can get on my own. Perhaps the Great Keeper of Slime and Shrooms will make a blanket of disgusting softness pop up for me, huh?"
Grinning at his own humor, Hybrid slowed his pace a bit and attuned his skin to the drifting of the air around him, absently adjusting his hide to stretch out and flair a brilliant shade of muddy red as the blood cascaded into the flat sides of his improvised motion sensors, rendering them twice as sensitive. There was one each along his shoulders, ribs and hips, spanning out in many quivering directions as he felt for the air from his forward motion to begin to bounce back to him.
She had said her eyes were good... Hopefully they weren't that good.
"You remind me of her," he said suddenly, distracting himself from the notion of whatever look she could be granting him - possibly one much like those he caught on the faces of most others before they caught and guarded themselves. Even his bond-mates had been cautious while approaching at first, although they loved each other as siblings now. "The one I'm here to feel closer to, the one I haven't answered you about. You remind me of her quite a bit, at times, and I find I rather like that. She doesn't know, though, to answer you properly. I wouldn't want to put her under pressure. If something happens, it happens. If not, she simply doesn't see me that way. I wouldn't blame her much, though I think she can see beyond the parts that normally shock most others... Even if she is a lady." He paused, a simple breath as his mouth twisted into a wry grin of amusement as he added "Even if she is Fancy. It find it ironic, for that to be her name, because there's so much more to her than simply a fancy, high-nosed mare. She's..."
Another pause, a moment to reflect on what he was doing - and then to disregard the notion of backing out. In for an apple, in for the tree, as they said. "She's strong, stronger than she knows since she's coped with lacking a proper lady to consort with and not shown any sign of regret. I know she prides her appearance - and why wouldn't she? But still, to have someone to help weave things in your hair on a fanciful whim would be just as good as having someone to dive into a mud puddle with; and of course, I've seen her go barreling through thickets with all the concern of one of the boys when the urge strikes. She knows how to laugh and has enough spine that she doesn't back down easily, and now and again when she thinks nobody can see her eyes get distant and she simply looks so lost that all you want is to pull her close. Although I'm sure if you tried it would take a rather special serian to get away with it." Another grin, this one, completely absent-minded. "Fancy is not a mare to be coddled. And she tries to be a mystery, but when I watch; when I really watch her, I see hints of what she secrets away, even as she acts as if she's bold enough to flaunt herself in the face of the entire world. She's lonely, I think. I think that's why she wanders, unlike her bond-mates. She's lonely and needs that one last click before she feels she's settled into a home again. A real home, somewhere she's safe. I think once she finds that, there won't be any stopping her. She'll pounce out of the shadows, laugh as you fall face-first in the stream you're drinking out of, flick her tail just enough to let you see that gorgeous coat gleam and then disappear again right as you collect yourself enough to sputter. Strong and bold and so very female, that's the lady that's caught me. And in a few ways you've reminded me of her. It's a bit of comfort, while I'm so impaired."
And the greatest compliment he could give, as far as he was concerned, although he had almost forgotten his company within his daydreaming ramble. He had been so lost within his musings, musings that had started up to divert his mind from the manipulation of the electric pulses within his body that allowed him to alter himself in the ways he did for brief periods, that he had been glowing faintly the whole time without even realizing it. Sparks - small, flickering, ember-like pulses of light - had circled around his nose and down his neck, shivering down his spine as he spoke of her. They were faint enough that he didn't even see them within the great oppressive gloom, although they lingered and shimmered a shade or three brighter the two or three times he said her name.
Yet he did feel the ridges of skin he'd called up twitch and quiver as the air changed around him, his steps faltering as he adjusted his course accordingly. And although Hybrid did manage to miss the curve of the wall, it was only barely - one of those ridges scraped against the rough surface.
He had to frown as he took another step forward; the wall he had just maneuvered around was already dropping away from him and he thought he sensed another just ahead. Another curve? And the floor was growing much steeper. And something, somewhere, was dripping...
Still, he had to grin as he said "Well my neck ain't broken, though I seem to have set myself up for my heart to be. Can you see the walls still, or is it growing too dark for you? Unless you have patience enough for me to fumble around and get my bearings, I'll need another hint."
He felt a bit out of sorts as he took another cautious step forward, trying to discern the direction the path was taking - or if he was still even on the path and hadn't wandered back into the vast, open space he had just passed through. Uncertainty was something he could work through, although he didn't much appreciate the experience. It made a nervous flicker of lightning flair up around his ears for a brief moment, barely even a glow before the spark died out again.
BIC| He smiled - smirked, but there was a lack of the usual, taunting air to it. It was a grin of amusement and, honestly, intrigue.
"Of course it's a defense mechanism," Hybrid admitted, a whicker of amusement mixing with his words. "Knowledge is power, so I gather all I can learn to fight with should the need arise. I have to know and guard against weaknesses... I think we all fear, after rebonding, that if we don't that weakness may just destroy us the next time. Although I know there won't be a next time, it's still how I cope with that fear."
She felt nice next to him - he had to admit. The rhythm of the air currents she sent skittering over his hide was oddly comforting in his blindness.
Albeit not nearly as comforting as having her call him good company. Perfect company, in fact.
"You said you've been rebonded as well... I know at least one of my bond-mates shares this fear as he's only recently been able to relax enough to show a true face. Do you know about it, or are you one of the lucky ones?"
Honest curiosity - and a tender touch of sympathy for the difficult topic - colored his pop-sizzle-growl voice, the tone one of a creature that could understand and had been there himself.
"As far as company and dingbats, are concerned," he reflected, going back a beat as he had managed to gather his thoughts better, "You have my thanks for being rather interesting company yourself. I am one for mystery, and a challenge and having my mind work around limitations, but mostly I appreciate... I suppose the word could be intrigue. Depth, layers, hidden things in a way. Even the clouds that look flat and whispy have substance to them, although you can't see it once you're too close.
Arching his neck, he tilted his head back and seemed to look up, frowning ever so slightly. The air was gradually feeling more... Open. He felt less of a brush off current from the walls and ceiling and found himself entering greater spaces - without any such subtle guides.
"That's hard to find, you know. That intrigue within others. They put on the faces, but no more. It's all a flat image, that they present. Give me someone like you, bold enough to flair it all out in the open, and a pox to them that are too timid to appreciate it!"
And then the giggle - oh, that giggle. It tugged his heart, for it sounded, for an exact moment, as if Fancy herself were next to him.
While his heart skipped a beat, his hooves picked up an extra one, gleaning an automatic miniature prance that sent his talons skittering over the rough floor. And he found himself laughing with her, for no reason other than the fact that she reminded him of his interest so very strongly.
"I can understand the wanderings," he grinned, and gave his head a quick toss of amusement. "There's times where the gopher overloard summons me as well, or at least that such seems as good an explanation as any. For me, though, it's not a search. I wander because my spine itches otherwise. To sit docile and grow thick and lazy when there is so much life to live, it chaffs, to be honest. That's something my bonded taught all of us; life is for living, love is for enjoying, and each day is for learning. Everything is a potential discovery, a new lesson, even if it's just of who you are."
A puff of air against his shoulder, and a playful offer of guidance had precluded his answers - even his notice of the cavern widening, late as it was. Finally, he thought he had an acceptable answer.
"Right now, for instance, I just learned that I have the potential to be an infuriatingly proud stallion, considering I'm not going to have you nudge me around the wall I've been steadily plodding towards. How about you act as my safety net, with those talented eyes you have? Let's see how far I can get on my own. Perhaps the Great Keeper of Slime and Shrooms will make a blanket of disgusting softness pop up for me, huh?"
Grinning at his own humor, Hybrid slowed his pace a bit and attuned his skin to the drifting of the air around him, absently adjusting his hide to stretch out and flair a brilliant shade of muddy red as the blood cascaded into the flat sides of his improvised motion sensors, rendering them twice as sensitive. There was one each along his shoulders, ribs and hips, spanning out in many quivering directions as he felt for the air from his forward motion to begin to bounce back to him.
She had said her eyes were good... Hopefully they weren't that good.
"You remind me of her," he said suddenly, distracting himself from the notion of whatever look she could be granting him - possibly one much like those he caught on the faces of most others before they caught and guarded themselves. Even his bond-mates had been cautious while approaching at first, although they loved each other as siblings now. "The one I'm here to feel closer to, the one I haven't answered you about. You remind me of her quite a bit, at times, and I find I rather like that. She doesn't know, though, to answer you properly. I wouldn't want to put her under pressure. If something happens, it happens. If not, she simply doesn't see me that way. I wouldn't blame her much, though I think she can see beyond the parts that normally shock most others... Even if she is a lady." He paused, a simple breath as his mouth twisted into a wry grin of amusement as he added "Even if she is Fancy. It find it ironic, for that to be her name, because there's so much more to her than simply a fancy, high-nosed mare. She's..."
Another pause, a moment to reflect on what he was doing - and then to disregard the notion of backing out. In for an apple, in for the tree, as they said. "She's strong, stronger than she knows since she's coped with lacking a proper lady to consort with and not shown any sign of regret. I know she prides her appearance - and why wouldn't she? But still, to have someone to help weave things in your hair on a fanciful whim would be just as good as having someone to dive into a mud puddle with; and of course, I've seen her go barreling through thickets with all the concern of one of the boys when the urge strikes. She knows how to laugh and has enough spine that she doesn't back down easily, and now and again when she thinks nobody can see her eyes get distant and she simply looks so lost that all you want is to pull her close. Although I'm sure if you tried it would take a rather special serian to get away with it." Another grin, this one, completely absent-minded. "Fancy is not a mare to be coddled. And she tries to be a mystery, but when I watch; when I really watch her, I see hints of what she secrets away, even as she acts as if she's bold enough to flaunt herself in the face of the entire world. She's lonely, I think. I think that's why she wanders, unlike her bond-mates. She's lonely and needs that one last click before she feels she's settled into a home again. A real home, somewhere she's safe. I think once she finds that, there won't be any stopping her. She'll pounce out of the shadows, laugh as you fall face-first in the stream you're drinking out of, flick her tail just enough to let you see that gorgeous coat gleam and then disappear again right as you collect yourself enough to sputter. Strong and bold and so very female, that's the lady that's caught me. And in a few ways you've reminded me of her. It's a bit of comfort, while I'm so impaired."
And the greatest compliment he could give, as far as he was concerned, although he had almost forgotten his company within his daydreaming ramble. He had been so lost within his musings, musings that had started up to divert his mind from the manipulation of the electric pulses within his body that allowed him to alter himself in the ways he did for brief periods, that he had been glowing faintly the whole time without even realizing it. Sparks - small, flickering, ember-like pulses of light - had circled around his nose and down his neck, shivering down his spine as he spoke of her. They were faint enough that he didn't even see them within the great oppressive gloom, although they lingered and shimmered a shade or three brighter the two or three times he said her name.
Yet he did feel the ridges of skin he'd called up twitch and quiver as the air changed around him, his steps faltering as he adjusted his course accordingly. And although Hybrid did manage to miss the curve of the wall, it was only barely - one of those ridges scraped against the rough surface.
He had to frown as he took another step forward; the wall he had just maneuvered around was already dropping away from him and he thought he sensed another just ahead. Another curve? And the floor was growing much steeper. And something, somewhere, was dripping...
Still, he had to grin as he said "Well my neck ain't broken, though I seem to have set myself up for my heart to be. Can you see the walls still, or is it growing too dark for you? Unless you have patience enough for me to fumble around and get my bearings, I'll need another hint."
He felt a bit out of sorts as he took another cautious step forward, trying to discern the direction the path was taking - or if he was still even on the path and hadn't wandered back into the vast, open space he had just passed through. Uncertainty was something he could work through, although he didn't much appreciate the experience. It made a nervous flicker of lightning flair up around his ears for a brief moment, barely even a glow before the spark died out again.