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Post by Fajer on Apr 10, 2010 9:50:38 GMT -6
Slowly, slowly spins the wheel of time, with nothing ever really changing.
Time is such an interesting subject. Though it is completely made up--only an attempt to control the world around us--and yet it completely controls our lives. Such sad beings we are, nevertheless it makes us feel better about our insignificant existence.
Wow. Somebody's depressed.
Anyways...what he says is true, but I think it's time we get past that.
He is a beautiful creature, but he is past his prime. In a few years I may be saying "he was a beautiful creature". How sad. His coat is black and black only and it shines in the sun. Of course, in Filusrian there is little sun; for whatever reason, the sun does not often deem his homeland appropriate for light. So he is a dark stallion living in a dark land. His land. The land that will forever be his. Filusrian.
Not like anybody wants it but, you know...
Fajer, the Once and Future King of Filusrian, strode proudly through his home. He was alone; Phoenix had not been seen in a while, though Fajer did not think he'd been abandoned completely. Phoenix would return, but for now he lived in his land alone. He was in a good mood today, which was rare. Smiling, Fajer watched his land, watched the sun that gave no light rise slowly over the ocean that was not so far away in Elysia. He smiled and knew that the day had come to Filusrian, his land.
Poooop. But, whatever, I haven't posted in a looong time.
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Post by ghost on Jun 10, 2010 5:15:22 GMT -6
Here comes the sun.
A faint figure danced playfully among the ever dark corners to Filusrian. Trying to make their presence known but withhold the identity of itself. Though it was easy to say that this figure was in fact an equine, it was much harder, if not impossible, to make out the identity.
Lifting one hoof and placing it elegantly back onto the soft ground, the sound was only audible to those trying to hear it. She was sure she could sneak right on out of here without being noticed, but that wasn't her plan. No, that wasn't her plan at all.
With full view of the king, she kept her dark orbs placed upon him, examining his flawless black pelt. She didn't know how he kept such a perfect look, but she did know, that after all this time they'd spent together, she was still as keen to him as she always had been, after the initial fight that is.
With all that said, who could it be?
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Post by Fajer on Jun 15, 2010 18:18:36 GMT -6
Here comes the sun, do do do do. She is my sun, I say... It's alright...
Yes, things were alright for Fajer. He doesn't actually require that much to survive. Survival is easy. Taking pleasure in life is a bit harder. But being truly happy...now that is something that can try the patience of even the Buddha. I mean, how long did he sit under that tree? And first he starved. But, he did find enlightenment, so that must count for something.
Fajer has not yet reached enlightenment, and I do not think he ever will. Even in his (gasp!) old age, he has not gained patience. He can be alone for months, even years on end, but he can't wait very long. Such an oddball.
He could not see hear, nor could he smell her, nor could he hear her. But he knew she was there. They had been together a long time, longer than many horses knew their mothers, and, like those who have long known one another, he knew when she was there and when she was not. He could sense her. Of course, in Filusrian, where no one ever roams, he could probably sense anyone.
If she'd wanted to sneak out without saying anything to him, he would have let her. His love was free to come and go as she pleased, with no check-in/out required. Besides, if she didn't want to talk with him, it would be pointless for him to make her, as neither would part with a happy memory. Ironically enough, Fajer had actually forced her to accompany him to his home that very first time, oh so long ago.
Wow, we seem to be dwelling on the past an awful lot. He must be getting old.
A fly buzzed and he twitched his flawless pelt to get it off. As it flew off he smiled. He may have been old, but he did look good. I guess when you have nothing to do all day, it's pretty easy to keep yourself clean. Of course, he'd always been clean. To him it was professional. And Fajer has always been professional.
The sun having officially come up, Fajer turned a bit, so his side was to the place where she was rather than his behind. The side of his lip curled up in a smile of anticipation. It had been a long time since he'd seen his white pelted counterpart, and he looked forward to doing so again.
Tick tock tick tock. Onward moves Time.
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Post by ghost on Jun 26, 2010 11:04:20 GMT -6
[I'm still here, I'm just gathering muse for another post. ]
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