Standing Outside The Fire ~Open`

[GRIFFIN]

Griffin paced restlessly in the plains, tossing a occasional glance at Obsidian. His twin brother was laying in the dry grass, a image of relaxation as he concentrated on a bush in a manner that could only mean that he was talking to it. Obsidian always found it amusing how disturbing speaking telepathically to a plant was to Griffin, who could summon the dead. Griffin sighed quietly as he came to a stop next to the other stallion, his amber and red eyes half-lidded as the heat of the sun increased, the white marks on Obsidian's forelegs glowing as it did so. Well, there were some uses for his twin's weather control. The Malums stallion tossed his head as he resumed pacing, just on the verge of breaking into a canter. The lands here were magnificent, beautiful and more importantly, hot.

Griffin stopped again, pawing at the ground with his thinly feathered hooves, his teeth baring reflexively as his harks twitched. Griffin had always been his twin's polar opposite in personality, Obsidian was hyper, friendly, reckless and ADHD, while Griffin was calm, tense and cautious. He just simply didn't trust people, but he didn't hate them. The restless stallion shook out his mane as he turned, trotting away with a reassuring glance over his shoulder as Obsidian half rose. Griffin and Obsidian rarely separated, mainly because of the stress it caused them when they did. Being away from each other was one of the only things that made either of them worry. But right now, Griffin needed time to think, his power of commanding the dead had hit him kind of like a brick wall. Painfully, unexpectedly and with a lot of unpleasant results. All of it was because he'd only just learned the commanding part that came with the summoning.

Griffin stopped his long strides as he reached about a mile away from Obsidian. Movement was the answer for everything when it came to Griffin. People say you can't run away from your own mind, but when the wind is rushing past your ears and your hooves thundering against the ground, your breath catching in your throat, your mind is perfectly silent. Almost as if it was the only thing it respected enough to give Griffin any peace of mind. The stallion began to pace in tight circles, his teeth snapping together as a bird darted past his ear. Griffin wasn't violent, fighting was just another thing he didn't even care about enough to like or dislike, but when he was on edge. Teeth tended to come together hard on whatever came within range before announcing itself. Griffin was kind of glad that the bird had gotten away. He was almost fond of the creatures.

[DHARA]

{ DHARA

The sweet smell of spring time was heavily in the air and Dhara move through the grassy landscape, her curly mane and tail tussling lightly in the breeze. She was pleased to see the prairie bursting with life; in comparison to the winter months that came before, it was like an entirely new paradise. Birds chirped gleefully as they danced through the sky and rabbits scurried beneath the equine’s feet as she walked. Careful of the notorious holes in the ground, she was careful that she would not stumble into any. Breaking a limb was the last thing she would need and it was perfect incentive to stay safe.

Her plant telepathy was, at times, a blessing and a curse—or perhaps not a curse exactly, but rather an annoyance. Rarely did the mare ever feel completely alone with her thoughts. It always felt as if another presence was always there, one she could not shake. The tall grassed lapped around her appendages, cooing out to her as she walked past. They whispered nearly inaudible words, and Dhara simply ignored them. This turned out to be one of those times that she wanted to be alone and was not granted the pleasure to do so.

Emerald orbs scanned the landscape before her; the land was so flat that miles around could be seen from one location. Few trees scattered the land and there was little shelter; this was particularly a problem in the summer months when temperatures were blazing. However, this day was fairly mild and tolerable. The chill of winter was not always melted away by the time spring was at its prime. Cold spells still lingered now and then, especially in the night hours. Daytime was at its prime, so it was not a factor that she would need to worry about for the time being.

As far as she could tell, Dhara figured she was alone in this vast landscape. It wasn’t until she heard the faint shifting of hooves somewhere in the distance. Sun partially blinding her, she could not see anyone else, but she suspected that someone was indeed there. A few thoughts crossed her mind: she could either change her path and avoid the stranger or continue on her way and just silently maneuver around the stranger when she encountered him or her. The latter seemed more desirable, so she decided to continue on her way. Continuing deeper into the prairie, a few vines surfaced from deeper in the soil and attempted to snag her legs. Irritated, she pawed at the ground and silently scolded the vegetation. Suddenly, the words were much clearer than they had been earlier. One simple sentence stood out in her mind. You mustn’t continue, danger lies ahead. But what danger? Unconvinced, the lass ignored the warnings and kept walking until she saw a dark figure looming against the horizon. Slightly intrigued by the previous word of warning, Dhara eased closer to the stranger, keeping downwind so her scent could not be detected. Careful not to make a sound, she observed from about a hundred feet away. Her muscles remained tense so she could flee at any moment if absolutely necessary.

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words. 531.
tags. Griffin.
notes. I hope you don't mine me jumping in. :3

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[GRIFFIN]

Griffin tossed his head as he resumed pacing, aware of the grass as it parted for his hooves. Obsidian had described the way it whispered to him, a endless near silent murmur that he could only understand if he focused or it had something to tell him. The endless stream of gossip his twin got from the plants could be anything from annoying to amusing, but he'd never tried to silence him. Griffin had heard Obsidian say that he talked so much to make up for Griffin's lack of talking, but after five years with the ditsy stallion, the Malums knew that it was just another excuse for talking so much. Griffin let himself slow to a stop, his ear twitching to catch the wing beats of the red tailed hawk as it circled above, the rustle of the underbrush as small creatures went on with their life, and then, there Griffin lifted his head, pretending to ignore the sound that alerted him of the general identity of the feeling that had been bothering him. Someone was near.

You know, you could just step out, I'd rather not have to send something dead and most likely rotten to identify you, the scent doesn't agree with me and I doubt it would agree with you either. The Malums stallion turned easily around, his tone casual and light. Griffin had no interest in hurting who ever it was, but being snuck up on and watched was not something he appreciated. Griffin cocked his front hoof, the image of casualty and relaxation, as if he had no worries. Griffin was always a good a actor when he cared enough to pretend. But his only worry was about Obsidian. "If you'd let me see you, we could talk or you could go on your way. I don't your any more interested in a battle than I am." Even down-wind, now that Griffin was paying attention to a specific direction, he could smell the plant that clung to the mare. She was Pacis, which was something he was grateful for, Pacis was the only alliance he knew how to talk to.