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~Anima~ *Terra* +Aqua+ -Ignipoters-
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Date Posted: 11:18:00 04/16/01 Mon
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^The four eleements of life combine, the elements that no life form could do without.... Wind, Water, Fire, Earth, all the elements that make up the great planet upon which every species stands. All of these basics intertwined with each other to form one great power.... and now, they split apart, they break from their large form to become equines, equines that held up the order of life... they are the Four Elements.....^
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Terra
*Nothing more is heard from the forest. Everything at peace with itself, not a leaf out of place, not a blade of grass that did not reach to the sky with courage, unafraid of what it might find in its lifetime, for everything was worth it for it to be able to hold just a glimpse of the sunlight. Out of the tranquility of the forest comes the drumming sound of hoof beats, their echo making out no more than a whisper… emerging from the horizon comes a mare, Her blood bay coat contrasting with the world around her, though somehow, she was not out of place. Her form seemed to blend with her atmosphere, allow her to move through the shadows without notice… her dark mane flows over her neck, each soft tendril grabbing hold of her, wishing to stay in its home against her crested neck, though the shocks caused by her movement forcing them away. Her tail falls out behind her, trickling behind like a small creek in the middle of the forest. Mahogany orbs containing grains like that on a tree, resembling the wood that was the hue of her eyes. Her hooves now like onyx hooves, beating over the ground, though disturbing nothing, even the grass is untouched by her graceful movements, her mind careful not to break the chain of life that was around her. Though the forest seemed as if it were lifeless, the trees no more than monuments, towers of wood, she knew it well, spoke to each one… she knew that the forest was more than that, knew that each thing lived and breathed as she did. She was part of it, her soul was part of the forest, and so, she respected it, moved through it, floating, not touching a single thing, her respect being for even the smallest of creatures. It was here that she escaped the hands of the other equines, her soul cut off from them. Curved auditives listening to the voices of the earth, each tiny life form having its own voice, speaking to those around it. She lets out a gentle sigh, her heart almost seeming to cry out to anyone who would listen, unable to speak to those around her. A small, inaudible whinny emerges from her lips, orbs searching endlessly for someone… anyone who could end her lonelines.......*
Aqua
+There lays the ocean. The deep blue sea filled with more mysteries than any creature upon the earth could begin to comprehend. Above the dark depths lies an almost clear, blue ocean. The waves fly up from the levelled plains of the water, only to be brought back down again by the irresistible gravity. They dive into each other, trillions of particles smashing together with each other, though no pain is caused to them. The waves continue their watery dance, some falling against the sandy shores of the beach, the light foam that is created resting softly against the shoreline. Below the surface of the ocean lies the true mystery. As you descend farther and farther into the dark waters of the ocean blue, the area explodes with life, animals live in this dark environment, their features seeming so hideous to the natural onlooker. However, the true prospector sees far more than an ugly, disgusting creature. They look past the clichés that life has put upon these creatures, and finds the true beauty within them. The dream of the ocean ends, and everything comes bubbling back to the surface of the ocean. Suddenly, the waves part, a path of sand is created, the animals within the ocean washed to either side. Life goes on the way it had, only now, a slight thunder begins to emerge from the ocean…. A flash of lightning announces the arrival of the mare. Her palomino coat matching perfectly with the sand on which she gallops without fear. Her hooves pound relentlessly against the earth, eyes flashing wildly, almost a hint of evil in her eyes, an evil that is not truly contained within her, only exists as an apparition, a harmless one that frightened those who were her enemies. As she flows like water, closer and closer to the shore, her true gift is found in her eyes. They do not flash with evil, or with light. Instead, contained within her comprehensive orbs is a tidal wave, a never ending one, a tsunami whose cycle continues over and over… a strengthened whinny is heard as she clears the ocean, riding onto the beach. The waters emerge back to the centre again, each side clasping together, uniting once more. She whinnies, her honeydew mane matted against her neck… auditives are perched high atop her poll, her dial raised in confidence. Her heart empty though, wondering if ever she would find that one, the one who would look past her exterior, would dive into her heart in search of her true self… she looks about, her mind focused upon other things for now, but… somewhere, in a deep corner of her heart… she wondered… she hoped..... +
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Anima
~Everything is still in the land in which all creatures dwell. Not a breath is taken, not a tree moves, not a blade of grass trembles underneath the large world in which it lives. The trees rest in their stilled position, the birds cease their interactive chirping. All is still, as if time had released its hold upon the world, stopped completely, leaving behind upon the earth nothing more than a single, picturesque environment that would last forever. But no, suddenly, out from behind the wilderness, a form emerges, and with her, she brings a gust of wind, a breath of fresh air for all creatures to feed upon. Hooves tremble as they step so lightly over the well-deserving earth. Their ivory texture licking the grass beneath, barely touching it, for her form so light, so barely existent, that she floated upon the earth. Her body was like the gust of wind upon which she entered, there for only a moment, available to the eyes of those who surrounded her. The next second, she would be gone, perhaps forever. Now she stands, atop the hill that held her so high above everything else. Her mane and tail are tendrils of wrapped texture, their long strands flowing perfectly upon her arched neck, her tail escaping powerful haunches, leaving nothing but a trail of white wherever she appeared. Mounted atop her forehead were two round orbs, their texture so diverse. It was as if they contained nothing, and yet, as if they held so much, no one could handle it. Their mahogany texture was mixed with swirls of air blue. They were comprehensive, taking in the earth as it came upon her, understanding every element of her life as an equine. They watched as others loved, as they died, as they hurt, as they hated. Each iris watching, waiting, waiting for her time to come in which she too would feel as others felt. Until then, they would stay outside of that world, simply observers. Her auditives placed so neatly atop her forehead, forelock reaching out from between them, stretching down across her ivory face. Auditives spread over her poll, listening, attentive, hearing the call of the wind, hearing the voices of the land, and nothing more. Since her birth, since her soul had begun its bright shine upon this worthy earth, they had been masked from all true hearing, taking away any voice that came to her from another equine. She did not persist love, it could not serve her any purpose, and it would only bring pain in the end. Swelling inside of her was a sound that would escape her, move over the hills and plains, fly through all other dimensions. It bubbled inside of her like acid, beginning in her heart, growing larger… it takes position, before moving up her windpipe, growing larger with each moment… escaping her now, breaking the barrier that were her parched lips, flying out, the call echoing over the horizon, a shockwave of emotion… terror, sadness, joy, pain… to her, it was everything, its power able to clear a meadow, but… in reality, it was a simple whinny… a simple sound, and no more… and so now, she must wait, either for an answer to her call, or… to live alone, and to leave the earth alone, her soul never having held, or cherished the love she did not wish for....~
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Ignipoters
-The sun is setting over the vast horizon the giant star of life licks the land one more time before descending farther down, until it leaves behind nothing but a dark, quiet earth. Everything is still for a moment, not an animal scurries from hiding. Suddenly, just over the horizon, a massive inferno explodes, flames of amber and ruby dancing over the land, seeming to burn away at everything in its wake, yet this awesome auricle disturbs not a blade of emerald grass, not a leaf upon the dew-coated meadow. As it moves away from the horizon, the moon is able to show what this massive ball of fire truly exposes to the world… it is a mare, an ebony vixen whose entire body is fabricated with fire. Hooves of pure onyx ignite the ground upon which they walk for a second, the flames extinguishing just as quickly as they came. Her mane cascades over her neck, tiny wrappings of hot magma, so intensified with heat that they, too, were charred into blackness. Now she stops, surveying the land, her orbs flashing wildly about, their untamed expression watching the other equines with humour. The depths of her rounded oculars exposed what could be mistaken for the land of Hell, her orbs so full of pain, so intensified with torture. A slight sneer crosses her lips, face uncaring toward the other equines. She had nothing to offer them, her heart burned to a crisp blackness, a blackness that was then covered in ice. Not a tear had been shed from her stiffened face in all the time she had ignited the earth. Now she waits beneath an almost fallen tree, her heart watching the others as if they were nothing more to her than subject, beings that walked the earth for a moment, loved, hated, and died. She waits, either to be approached by someone, a stallion who thought he could win over her blackened heart, or, until she could feel the hand of death upon her. Feel its icy fingers take hold of her heart, and guide it down the deep, dark path of the afterlife, the one that to her, seemed so comforting, so much more pleasing. Yet, both of these absolutions were so far from her reaches, so very, very far away.....-
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