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avarium. - Cirrus - 06-07-2014 It was strange, how a place so familiar, could hold so many new, unusual, things. Things I couldn't have imagined up unless I had seen them first, things that were so foreign to me, I wondered that I hadn't found them before. It was a wondrous thing, this creation that surely could have only been brought into existence by magic, or godly intervention. Ha. The Gods. I did wonder just how 'present' they were now. If they were so great and powerful, why did their powers not stretch beyond the borders of Helovia? How did they claim to be all-powerful and all-knowing, when they let places like Isilme burn and suffer under the broken and inadequate rule of those fools called Nieque, Sepagus and Cinnoru? At least, that was what father told me. They led a world that crumbled beneath their unbalanced powers. Would Helovia crumble one day too? Hadn't it already? Yet even as I mocked them, I felt their presence. Not even I could deny their touch. They had blessed me the day my father fell. Wind flowed through my veins, ever since that zephyr came and whisked my sire's bodice away into oblivion. I still remember the song you sang that day. It was what had drawn the others to him, to us. It was what signalled his passing into whatever existed beyond the end of life. I still hear that song, though it is faded, since you are no longer within my soul to sing it. Oh Sitka. I miss you. The wooden shaft of his - well, I suppose now it's my - spear bends ever so slightly between my teeth. Father said it was the spear of his father, and probably his father before him. It's sharpened, silver point glints in the fading sunlight. Dusk settles itself across the horizon, its hues setting off a splendorous display across my hide. I seem to glow, as the clouds above me set off a dazzling display of oranges, pinks, purples and deep, crimsons. The point of the spear directs itself towards the entrance to this pavilion, at least, that's the only word I can think of for this alien structure. My wings stand off from my sides slightly, ready to burst open and lift myself to the air in a moments notice. My eyes, bright and clear cerulean, gleam a vivid indigo as the glass refracts the setting sun's rays into them. I place a single hoof into the structure, my hide shivering as the drapes flutter from the wind that naturally follows me around. This is as far as I go, as I am not terribly keen on backing myself into what, for want of a better descriptor, resembles a giant cage. And everyone knows that birds do not belong in cages. [[ For @[Déodat] and anyone else who would like to join ^^ ]] RE: avarium. - Déodat - 06-11-2014
RE: avarium. - Cirrus - 06-13-2014 If not for you, Sitka, I think I would have startled at the yapping that begun behind me, swung my spearpoint around and made to stab the pale canine that raced towards me. As it was, the yapping brought my attention away from the strange cage, and I merely peered over my shoulder to view the young, pale, wolf-like creature approach. My gaze softened slightly as I recognised the motion of play, though I still held the spear in my mouth, a small laugh bubbled up around the wooden shaft. I swept my long, leonine tail to and fro, attempting to taunt her into chasing the swishing tendrils. It was a gentle wistfulness that carried my playful actions, and while I felt the sadness of your absence, I tried not to let that distract from the joy of interacting with a young, vibrant soul. I did wonder if she were a bonded soul, if her playful and social persona were shared with another. It was unusual, I think, to come across a canine so well adjusted to being around an equine derivative, without having them be bonded. Certainly, no wild wolves, or hellhounds, would seek out the company of an equine for social purposes, and this delightful gem did not seem vicious or ill tempered at all. It was a shame I could not say the same for her bonded. He was tall, horned, and grumpy. That was my quick, initial assessment of the unicorn who so boldly demanded I reveal to him what I rarely reveal to anyone. Innocent curiosity masked my façade as I considered him, in all his gruff, assertive, aggressive air. Perhaps when I was younger, and less able to defend myself, I would have been scared. But I was not afraid, perhaps slightly on edge, but the tension that I had held before over exploring this strange cage had dissolved upon the arrival of the friendly, bouncy canine. Amusement glittered behind my eyes, just as the sun descended slowly down the horizon and across my hide. The spear twirls in my mouth, as the point was originally pointed away from him, but soon spins so that the sharp, silver spearhead is directed right towards his crimson-crown cranium. I figured he came at me with his horn, I may as well return the favour, and point my own at him. "I can honestly say that I am not fond of strangers demanding information usually reserved for those who have earned it." My voice is smooth, my cerulean gaze never wavering from the steed's own. I was vaguely aware of the pup's whereabouts, but until she conveyed similar aggressive tendencies as her bonded, I was fairly unconcerned. Meanwhile, clouds began to gather above us, and a small smirk quirked the corner of my maw as I felt the rush of magic flow through my veins. We'll see whether this steed enjoys getting his feet wet. [[ I don't mind being tagged :3 ]] RE: avarium. - Déodat - 06-23-2014
RE: avarium. - Caneo - 06-24-2014
RE: avarium. - Cirrus - 07-07-2014 He seems determined to find an excuse to hurt me, keen to label me an enemy before he finds me a friend. My initial reaction, naturally, is to bristle to his threat, to hurt him before he can hurt me. Already I was on edge from my investigations of this strange structure, and now I was placed in a less-than convenient position between the arch of the entrance, and his grumbling form. It was entirely possible for me to summon wind to carry my winged self skywards, to simply leave him behind - but, as I glanced down to the pale creature, his companion, I find myself willingly grounded. May as well make the most of this decision. Before I can do anything brash, however, the canine has intervened, in her own way. Laughter bubbles from behind my throat at her antics, I can't help the tears that attempt to well up behind my eyes as fond memories flood my mind, of your own similar antics when trying to control me. Maybe you were still here, protecting me after all, Sitka. The tall stallion demanded again once again to know if I was associated with a mare, Confutatis, whom, just like with the Regime, I have absolutely no clue of. They must have done something horrible, though, for him to behave this way.. Though I do suspect he is the sort of creature to call someone guilty before he calls them innocent. I wondered at the stories of racist unicorns up north, at least, before we left Helovia, they were more than stories - they had stolen my mother, but by the time I had ventured north to investigate she was once again in possession of her liberty. Upon meeting a creature of this demeanour, I could see the truth behind the stories, though I did wonder if I would have been treated differently had my wings not existed and a horn rested upon my brow. Another arrives, and I cannot help but wonder if I have some kind of unicorn magnet attached to me. This one seems far less hostile, more just ever so slightly irritated, like a bad smell had hatched at the end of his nose. My ears flick to him as he speaks, and with amusement shining behind my eyes, I smirk around the wooden shaft of my spear. Yes, it certainly was going to rain. In one smooth, fluid movement, my spear is tucked away amongst the feathers of my right wing. I take on an easy posture, my tail swinging from side to side, a smirk still curving my lips. "I've no idea who this Confutatis is. Nor the Regime. So back up, buddy." I nod simply to the crimson-horned steed, sparing a friendly glance to his companion. "I've no intention of killing anyone today. But the day is still young." I comment with a rolling shrug of my shoulders. Clouds gather above us, and subtly, the temperature drops. Humidity rises, and I am unsurprised to feel drops of rain fall from the sky. They are fat, heavy drops. My hide itches with the moving textures, and my smirk only widens as I shuffle my wings by my sides. "Seems you were right," I murmur, absently looking to the heavens, revelling in the sensation of raindrops cascading across my brow. With a small sigh passing through my lips, I turn to the structure that before held so much intrigue, casually passing through its arches to where the rain could not reach. I look over my shoulder, before asking, "Care to join me?" [[ @[Déodat] & @[Caneo] sorry for the wait :D ]] |