klovesugar2 wrote:

Let the oceans rise,
Twist the hands of time,
Heed their broken cries,
What can soothe your mind?

Please sir, it's all fine,
There's no need to fight-
Your soul is ever so weary,
So won't you lose the mantle,
Your tale is one quite eerie.

But I shall listen, I shall stay!
I'll heed what wisdom you'll impart,
I'll hold it close to my young heart,
I'll take your mantle, at least in part,
And help you when it all seems dark.

I believe you, please lie to rest,
The world can wait just a bit longer,
And a weary soul won't fight it's best,
So please sir, take your time,
I assure you we'll still be fine.

I know your strong, I know it well,
You have no need to prove this,
You've done your time,
Paid your dues,
Please sir, grant my wish;
Not disrespect, but rest!

I can not stress enough,
You've really, truly earned it,
You're old and tired,
No longer in your prime,
But sir, please don't fret-!
You've much to teach us yet!

If you were to leave tomorrow,
What legacy would be left?
Nothing! That's what!
Is that what you want?
Is that truly what is best?

Please sir, I fully plead,
Don't swim off into the night,
There's one whom has a greater need-
We need you, in our youth,
To teach us, to guide us,
To let us take your mantle,
And herald in the age.

Please sir, won't you listen?
I'm going hoarse, voice a whisper,
But please sir, heed my wish,
I promise it's nothing grand,
Nothing taxing, nor extreme;
Just linger a little longer.

~ Laqueus

Username: [size=85]klovesugar2
Name: "Gol Vahlok, or Stone Guardian in your tongue."
Name Meaning: "As I just informed you, it directly translates to Stone Guardian, though 'Gol' can also mean 'Earth'. But 'Stone'; immovable, impassable, weathering the test of time for as long as I have and then many eons more... I much prefer this meaning. It reminds me of the strength I once possessed, and the strength I fight to regain even now. I shall not be weak. I can not be weak if I am to lend my strength to Earth in order to aid her in healing the damage man has done in my long absence."
Age: 90 years
Gender: Stallion
Fear: "My greatest fear? Must you even enquire?" The stallion graced you with a weary, bitter smirk, something somber lingering in those ageless amber eyes. In that single glance, he pinned you in place, frozen like prey before the predator lunged. Beneath your skin, your pulse races, while a weighty frog having settled so firmly in your throat prevents you from speaking so much as a word. Those hypnotizing eyes of molten gold bore into your soul, judging you, and finding you lacking, in some form or another. The stallion watches, impassive and imperial, waiting with veiled disdain as you're forced to gather yourself. He might not actually be a god, but he can certainly play the part with the best of them. Swallowing thickly, you nod, and his molten eyes narrow with a disgusted sneer to match. Somehow, you think you've insulted him, or even hurt him if that brief flash was anything more than your imagination.

"To be forgotten, that is my waking nightmare. One which has mournfully been realized, if you truly must enquire as to my name. For Earth to be forgotten, for Gaia to be ignored, for this devastating corruption to spread- this is my fear, my worry, my concern. You don't have a clue who I speak of when I tell you I've fought with Arumenzele and lost my heart to his twin Arizulia? No? More's the pity, more proof that the old ways have been discarded in this wretched, polluted, corrupted, decaying world... We've been forgotten... Am I truly the only one who remembers? The only one left after all this time?" Tears seem to gather in those amber orbs as they turn to you in desperate askance, pleading for this to all be some sick joke. There's a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach, watching the shadows at play in those timeless eyes. A darkness seems to crowd them as you offer no assurance, still unconvinced by the stallions claim of being a god, of all things. He was certainly something more than the usual Guardian, but whether that was 'god' or 'insane' had yet to be determined. You were leaning towards the later.

"Of course. I should of expected it. To sink so low as to seek comfort in a mortal... How disgraceful." You cringe at the venom in his tone, wary at the dark edge his words had taken. There's fire in his eyes, something burning- searing you as you struggle to get away in time. As the bitter Guardian watches your retreat, your mind is made up. He's crazy. Surely no god could be so twisted- distorted into such a jaded remnant? Either way, you're certainly in no hurry to return to his company.
Lesson Learned: "You're an old grouch, you know that?" There was a slight twitch before his molten gaze spun to pin the younger Guardian with poisoned arrows. The mare remained unfazed, head cocked to the side as she observed the presently weakened elder. Not that it'd stay that way for long, if he had anything to say about it, but right now he wasn't going to deign that with a response. Lace, however, wasn't deterred. The humans were only trying to help, as were a few of the other guardians, but he was being outright cruel at times. Sure he seemed a bit depressed, but that wasn't a fair enough reason for her to let it lie. He was sulking too much in any case- he needed to do something else before he drove himself crazy... erm, crazier.

He just needed the right motivation, and what better way to prompt such a vain soul out of a rut than to poke at his pride?

"Geeze... If you're a god, then the standards must of been really low. Wonder if there's some sort of test I could take-" Now if that didn't light a fuse under his rear- the chestnut mare flailing backwards into the saltwater as he made as though to snap at her. Blunt teeth closed only on air, and a couple minutes of resumed peace were granted to the stallion in her absence. Of course, all good things must come to an end- a striped head poking up out of the water as it became apparent he wasn't going to chase her. Curious green eyes peered into irritable amber, the young mare slowly gliding forward to rest her forelegs on the self-claimed god's preferred cay for sunbathing.

"Impenitent youth..." He growled, scowling at the mare. "Now listen here you little harridan, and listen good and well. To be a god is no laughing matter, it is not something to be taken lightly, at all. It is so hefty a responsibility that even the greatest of Guardians have shattered under the strain. It is the health and wellbeing of this world's very balance on the line, challenges and tasks which no mere mortal could ever hope to comprehend, never mind successfully achieve. It is..." She listened with one ear as the old stallion ranted, watching from the corner of her eyes as a few noses tentatively poked up from the water as their own curiosity dared them to risk the 'nature god's wrath if it meant catching a few snippets of the interesting history his words painted. The previous lesson having spiraled into one of those 'back in my day' monologues the oldest of a species would often tell, only much more intriguing.

He spoke of the twins whom bore the weight of Life and Death, the mare he pinned for and her brother he so often fought. He informed his rapt audience of the duties each Guardian was to uphold. How he had traveled up the rivers into lakes and ponds to see to it that the plants flourished plenty to provide a surplus of oxygen, but burned frequently enough for the soil to remain fertile in the decades to come. How his beloved Arizulia was the embodiment of everything good, and light, and hopeful- every reason anyone could ever have to live, while her brother saw to it that those souls clinging so desperately to life would realize how futile their actions were- encouraging them to give up and let go, to be consumed by the ether. How the trio clashed, and one of the more volatile fights between the two stallions. He eventually trailed off, lost in thought, and the grinning mare slipped away before he could rebuke her.

She'd be back again tomorrow.