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The forest, lovely - Bolverik - 12-23-2014 Winter settled into rich spring, grasses almost too sweet to stomach as he roamed south. The destruction of his homeland was long past, but his path was nomadic ever since, uncomfortable for the charming, loyal settler. He stood tall, the winter coat he bore having shed in to rich, smooth black and silver, only a short, cropped beard dusting the bottom lines of his delicate jaw. Bolverik was beautiful, in a masculine way. The curves of his figure were well-muscled, neck held highly arched and gait light as if ready to spring at a moment's notice. Two, spiraled horns on his brow curved backward, the color of purest gold and sparkling in the dapples of sunlight filtering through full, blushing trees. The lion tail he bore, lengthy and luxurious, was held curled behind him, tendrils of black hair fading to an ethereal white, as if he was fading from the background of night into the glory of starlight. Golden hooves graced the ground upon which he walked, matching golden eyes that observed his environment with delight. What a truly stunning forest he had found, here, in the center of the glove. While he missed the chill of winter and the memories of home, this place held hope, hope for a new beginning. Pain lay behind him, bleeding and burned, and he had to let go, had to move on. Her memories would linger always, but she was only one side of a multi-faceted orb that was his mysterious life. The past would not be spoke of here. New beginnings - that is what this place was, and hopefully, there would be those to share with, enjoy their company. Perhaps even royalty he could... serve. Ruling again, now that was a divine dream. He wanted a kingdom, power, glory, and children bounding around with his bloodline strong. This was where he started over, built from scratch and started anew. This is where dreams could be as grand and wild as he could imagine, but for now, he settled for just a smile. The stallion took a deep breath, inhaling the rich, earth tones and embracing the sounds of life. All hail this land... whatever it may be called. @[Torleik] - half-bros for life RE: The forest, lovely - Torleik - 12-24-2014
RE: The forest, lovely - Bolverik - 12-25-2014 Bolverik would't go so far as to call himself slippery as an eel, but he was rather like smoke, able to billow in and out gracefully and at the most opportune times. In fact, his skills were mostly about timing, being there when appropriate and not being there when appropriate. His only regret was that his absence had saved his life while the rest of his family burned. Ashes were all the were left behind, so thick the particles rained from the sky like the end of the world, and for many... that was the end. There were no more rulers to follow, no more words of exaltation spoken with selfish gain, and no more politics for their nation. In a single conflagration, everything he had built and knew was gone. For someone like his brother, Torleik, he assumed that the change would be easier. The warrior was stalwart, hearty and strong with fewer ties wrapped around the cogs of all. His self-image did not rely so heavily on them as a people. Bolv had always been jealous of his independence and strength. Thus he strode, perpetually flicking away heavy thoughts and trying to focus on the here and now. The sounds of the forest. The rich earth. The promise of a new future. That was when something happened that he could not possibly expect. So rarely caught off his guard, Bolverik halted rather abruptly, ears jerking forward as confusion slackened his face. Torleik? Here? Had he not joined the nomads then? From what he knew, they had been separated in that incident, and what were the odds of finding his half-brother here. And looking so well, he might add. Suddenly, Bolverik felt very self-conscious, for his diet had been poor and he was messier than he had ever been. Compared to Torleik, who looked freshly bathed and beard braided so elegantly, Bolv looked downright feral! Such a shame... "Torleik," he said back, legitimately glad to see his brother. Smoke-like as he may have been, the elder stallion loved his family. Seeing Torleik alive and well gave him hope. "I am so glad to see you here, brother," he said, never having mentioned 'half' before. They shared such a similar life, were raised in the same homestead. Of course they were brothers. "And... looking so well! How did you come to find this place? I never knew such existed..." Which was odd for a politician. "How are you?" [[Edit :: I don't have enough prizes for his stuff lol, so he only has the tail rings for now :| ]] RE: The forest, lovely - Torleik - 12-29-2014
RE: The forest, lovely - Bolverik - 01-03-2015 Bolverik was honestly surprised by the sudden embrace, but at this moment, nothing felt better. The smaller stallion shoved the side of his head against his brother's neck, taking a deep breath and aware of where his horns were lest they get caught. When they stood back, the elder stallion smiled softly, the corners of his handsome, golden eyes wrinkling just a little. He was not old by any means, especially given their old and wonderful bloodline, but such smiles of joy deserved a few wrinkles. "To be honest, I wandered here..." he trailed with a sigh, smile falling. "But I am glad to have chosen the same path as you. I can only hope that more of us find their way here. But, I do not know. I returned from another stead to see... the destruction..." Bovlerik frowned, emotion wrinkling his face. "We lost everything, Torleik, except each other." That was good enough for him right now. Bovlerik was smooth and of course had ambitions, but family was family. He listened as Torleik explained his arrival, finding his story much similar to his own. A strange name left his mouth, one that sounded so familiar. Then, a spark of recognition hit him and he laughed. "Ulrik as in... the awkward little boy? The one who never said a word?" he asked. The strange bronze and black stallion had left to live with his father and his bachelor band, and Bolv had not seen him since. Helovia was a new land for the lost, and he was certainly lost. Now, he was found. Aurora Basin, hm? That sounded interesting. The stallion nodded, understanding the metaphor but more grateful for the offer of food and a warm place to stay. He chuckled, the sound deep and melodic. "I feel like a beaten ship," he agreed, nodding. "Torleik, I would be honored to go home with you as your guest. I am glad to be with family." Maybe one day there would be tension. Someday they might disagree. But today was about finding your roots and replanting that great tree. Today was about a new home. |