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I am a stone [open!] - Aithniel - 03-06-2015 Aithniel The first flame burned gloriously, but the second flame burns cold. Aithniel spread her wings, still new to flying, and coasted to the mainland from the protection of the Dragon's Throat. She found that being isolated only served to make her feel protected. In all honesty, the moat reminded her the mountain protection that she had called home for so long. In quite moments of night, she found herself missing a few friendly faces in the north, and she vowed to visit them soon - especially now that she was fuller, rounder than she was before. Gone was the malnourished, abandoned child. Her body, taking eagerly to rich food, had grown with only a floppy mane and slightly gangly legs the signs of her adolescence. But, she was old enough to learn. A short, uneasy spiral brought her roughly to the surface. She landed in the stream in the middle of the meadow, splashing the liquid around her body as the moonlit sky danced on the beads of glassy water. The fire child bounded from the stream, wings outspread for balance as she tumbled through the grass. This was where Illynx had found her. This is where her life had begun. Though anger and pain still fueled her ambitions, the hope of this new life was growing brighter. The light would never fully expunge the shadows, for they lay far to deeply in old scars, but the sun was on the rise. Perked ears listened for someone to spar with - someone to test her skills. She had watched spars in the Dragon's Throat, but she had never before participated in one. Aithniel found herself eager to try. One day, she wanted to be as strong as Gaucho, the fire-brimmed stallion who inspired awe in the depth of her breast. Just the thought of the red stallion made her heart beat quickly - almost the same way as when she gazed upon Erebos. She had no concept of crushes nor ideas about infatuation, but she knew that Gaucho was different. Her father had blessed him, and she had much to learn. The little girl inside craved attention and praise, and she would cling to any avenue that would let her fight for those feelings. So, she stood in a rare, cool summer evening in the middle of the field, ash tumbling from her lengthy wings as she moved like an apocalyptic storm. [[(Intro) Midnight in the Thistle Meadow - a rare, cool summer's day! Would prefer someone else with no VP :P But I am open for practice on anyone. I would love for this to be shorter too - not drawn out. ]] RE: I am a stone [open!] - Megaera - 03-06-2015
RE: I am a stone [open!] - Aithniel - 03-25-2015 Aithniel The first flame burned gloriously, but the second flame burns cold. The rush of wings was a new sound to her ears, and she turned quickly, seeing a bay mare descend elegantly – as if she was born flying. Aithniel envied that natural flying ability, but she was determined to get better and learn. The mare spoke, and she nodded once, unused to such friendly greetings. Those in the Aurora Basin were interesting. They all had the capability to be friendly, but they kept to themselves, mostly, and she found that it was a herd of loners all combined under the same need for protection. While she did enjoy that independence, there was a comradery in the Dragon’s Throat that she preferred. The smile on her lips was foreign too, and Aithniel remained silent, untrusting for a few moments longer. Silver, hardened eyes darted to the small, barely feathered eagle creature tucked under her wing, and Aithniel narrowed her gaze, wondering why she was taking care of this bird. Some of those in the Basin had griffins, but she had never really seen just a normal bird before. “I am part of the Throat now, yes,” she replied tacitly. To say that she was difficult to get along with was an understatement, but she did not have the intention to be cold. Getting through her walls of anger and bitterness were difficult, but beneath the mountains of insecurities and pain was someone seeking truth and justice. However, Meg’s next invitation was like singing in her ears, and she perked up visibly, ears straining forward and body shifting. “Yes,” she said. “I want to be a warrior.” Aithniel’s eyes darted to Megaera’s interestingly scary black eyes, but the fire child was not deterred. She wanted to prove herself and rise through the ranks like Gaucho. Perhaps Megaera could help her on her ascension. She was a warrior after all, so she had to know something. Though untrained and untried, the fire child burned inside with desire, and perhaps, the sheer force of her emotions would allow her recently grown body to make the final leap into adulthood. What she wanted was to be a stone, unaffected and immune to the pains of this world. Her body, mind and soul needed to be firm, unyielding, and now she had the chance to build at least one more physical wall. Aithniel paused. Megaera could train her today, now even. She was impatient with her desire for power, naturally. “I want to spar, if you will spar with me,” she said, pausing to see if Megaera would accept and if she would do something with the fluffy bird under her wing. She waited for as long as was necessary before stretching her wings out awkwardly, letting them ground her cloven hooves firmly in the grass just beyond the surface of the water. With a deep breath, she centered herself, not giving half a mind to size up her opponent just yet. Right now, this moment, was about summoning the fire inside to fuel her actions, and once the situation lent itself to attack, Aithniel did so without hesitation. Like a berserker, she threw herself into the fight, lunging forward with her jaws open and shoving down with her wings to give her a few necessary inches of height on her taller opponent. Aithniel aimed to nip at Meg’s face, and she tilted her wings, using wind against the flat of her feathers to halt her rather abruptly in order to keep her from colliding with her opponent. Then, Aithniel dove her head down, hoping that the brunt of her curling horns would hit her in the face – or at least ram into something nearby. [[(1/3) (608 words in word) - Aithniel gives time to get teh baby all taken care of :) - She lunges at Meg and tries to bite her face and then use her horns to smash her nose :/ because Aithniel is a little twerp lol ]] @[Megaera] RE: I am a stone [open!] - Megaera - 03-30-2015
RE: I am a stone [open!] - Aithniel - 04-18-2015 Aithniel The first flame burned gloriously, but the second flame burns cold. For the daughter of the Sun God, Aithniel was anything but warm. In a way, fire could be cold. Light could be cold. The stars overhead that shone and shimmered offered no heat when the sun was absent, and she was the same – a flake of ash from fires long since dead. Cool, she watched, offering no response to the grin on her bay features. Though small in stature and young in age, Aithniel was anything but a child, and she refused to be treated as such with trivial expressions and the chastising (but good natured) way of adults. Yes, she was eager. Who wouldn’t be? Thus, she only nodded with a professional but excited air, and she blinked stony eyes as she waited for her opponent to tuck away the barely-feathered bird creature. Childhood had disappeared the day she was born, eluding her forever, and she found herself wondering what Rikyn, Erebos and Adelric were doing in the north. Certainly the fire prince following in his father’s steps… Aithniel sighed, watching her the mare turn to her, saying that she was ready. Being told twice was unnecessary. Seconds later, she threw herself into the fight, no words passing from her lips in acknowledgment. Why speak verbally when action would speak louder? Jaws open, she lunged, feeling the edge of her incisors scrape along Meg’s nose, but they did very little harm. No taste of coppery blood pooled on her tongue, but she did feel her solid horns collide with another bone. Only later did she discover that she had hit Meg’s forehead, such was the nature of her equid vision. A small sliver of satisfaction flitted in her heart, but it was easily consumed by the inner rage – a slow burning fire that kept her legs moving through the darkest shadows and cruelest nights. Otherwise, emotion was meaningless, cast aside for the sake of this spar. The fire child was too young, perhaps, to understand that passion could fuel a fight: that when her body failed, her heart could battle in her stead. Perhaps she did not think she possessed a heart at all, or maybe it was just hiding. Whatever reason, it was locked away tightly, and she lifted her gaze, eyes sweeping analytically over her opponent’s form and feeling numb. Megaera was taller, but only slightly. She was a similar build, differing only slightly. A quick glance was not enough to separate out their component parts into easily differentiable skills, but if there was one thing Aithniel noticed right away, it was that she was indeed faster. Maybe not by much, but it was something, and she would use it to her advantage as much as she could. With wings outstretched from her efficiently fast halt, she let her hooves touch the ground again, seeing the way Megaera’s body coiled for a counter attack. Aithniel tried to back away, but ironically and in a sharp counterpoint to her previous deductions, Meg was faster. The bay’s shoulder hit square between her shoulders in the center of her chest, knocking the breath clear out of her lungs. Cloven hooves slid across the ground as she was shoved back, gasping for air against the sharp pain of screaming sternal muscles, and she blinked in confusion at the speed with which this counter attack was struck. Okay, maybe she was faster, but Megaera was more experienced? Lucky even? Aithniel didn’t really know the answer to this, but she didn’t have time to figure it out. Straining to breathe against her tightening chest, she tucked left wing to her side and shoved her body weight over; hoping to catch Megaera’s left side as she presumably passed by. In closer quarters given Meg’s successful strike, Aith hoped to at least knock her off balance by shoving into her hips, but she would not be surprised if she missed. The timing would have to be perfect, and that was up to fate. Unwilling to go down without trying again, Aithniel shifter her haunches in what she assumed was Meg’s direction and lashed out with her back legs, sending cloven hooves firing like rockets in her direction. Wings now outstretched for balance, she inhaled sharply, testing the capacity of her lungs and ignoring the stinging sensation with each breath. To keep her back safe, she jumped forward again, pushing down with her wings in hopes that she would create some distance, one, silver eye trained over her shoulder at Meg. [[(2/3) (745 words) - Aithniel takes the full hit from Meg and can't breathe D: - tries to throw her weight to the side to catch Meg off balance - Kicks out behind her to try to snag Meg wherever she ends up - Tries to create distance by lunging away ]] RE: I am a stone [open!] - Blu - 05-11-2015 Megaera defaults to Aithniel. Aithniel receives +0.5 VP. |