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Blow a Kiss, Fire a Gun - Rowtag - 09-16-2015 ROWTAG
Anyone standing where he stood in that moment would have proclaimed that he was blessed. The day was perfect, birds sat perched upon branches, singing songs of merriment, their voices carrying through the forest like a symphony. Rays of sunlight filtered down through the canopy, dappling the ground in intricate patterns of shadow and light. Spring flowers had bloomed and everywhere he stepped he had to take care as to not ruin their beauty. And he was free to enjoy the forest in all of its Birdsong glory. But he was not enjoying it. He was miserable, and so, everything was unbearable. When Rowtag was in a bad mood he saw the world from an entirely different perspective. To him, the birds were not singing in tune, rather screaming in unison, their voices echoing through the woodland. The sun was scolding hot against his skin and if he even dared to look up, it blinded his vision. The flowers were most likely covered in thorns and so he had no choice but to avoid them. And he might have been free, but free to enjoy what exactly? He had no home, no family, no friends. He could feel no joy with those three key essentials missing from his life. And yes, perhaps it was his fault that he had been exiled. Perhaps it was his fault that he had taken the prize jewel of those diamond worshiping freaks, so what? It had merely been a practical joke. And in his defense he had given it back to them— eventually. But exiled?! Did they expect him to live on his own? Alone in the wilderness? They had sent him to die, surely! Kicked him out without so much as a “Best wishes for the future Rowtag!” Even his mother had not wished him farewell and he cursed her, she had never been approving of him. But his father had shown up to bid him farewell, didn’t even utter a word. He had looked down upon his son and had sighed in disappointment, shaking his head solemnly before turning away. And that had hurt— more than any words could have. Of all people, his Pa was the one he admired the most, he was the one he would have thought might have stood up for him. The one he had hoped might have come to the rescue like he had when he was a colt, stuck in the mud by the river. But he had walked away and not once had he looked back. So Rowtag had held his head high, pushed the heartbreak aside and had marched away from his childhood home, away from those who did not value his peculiar talents. It wasn’t until now, a season later that he even considered turning back, to run home to his parents and to plead forgiveness to the elders. But he was a stubborn creature— under no circumstance would he give them the satisfaction of seeing him beg. So there he was, picking his way through brambles and thorns, muttering obscenities aimed at the screaming birds under his breath; homeless and hopelessly lost.
i'll be your light, your match, your burning sun @Ophelia open to others but wanting to get him to the Edge asap c: RE: Blow a Kiss, Fire a Gun - Naerys - 09-19-2015
@Rowtag RE: Blow a Kiss, Fire a Gun - Rowtag - 09-21-2015 Eyes focused solely on the ground where his hooves would surely fall next, the painted stallion did not notice the silhouetted filly swoop down upon the clearing. It was not until the branches gave way beneath her weight, snapping and catching her wings did his head shoot up, wind tossed mane flying from his eyes, he was able to catch a glimpse of what were rather obviously wings and nothing else. Rowtag did not wait around in plain sight to find out what kind of bird would be big enough to break trees— he ducked into the shade of an old oak, forever the coward— birds fat enough to destroy branches would surely not be satisfied with eating just worms… Eventually the cowering thief finds within himself enough courage to poke his head out from around his oak, fiery eyes ablaze with delighted surprise when he discovers that his big fat bird is no bird— nor is it fat or rather big at all! He brushes aside his moment of panic and practically dances towards the filly. “You’re not a bird!” He exclaims, approaching her, nose outstretched as he examines her wings. What a curious little creature! He does nothing to return her greeting and almost misses catching her name, instead he offers inquisitive babbling, “How do you have wings? Did your mother love an avian?” He circles her, both bewildered and astonished. She had the build of an equine and almost the same pallet of colouration he did (almost), as far as he could tell she was an ordinary horse— you know, besides the wings. “Did you hatch from an egg?” As satisfied as he could hope to be, he quickly calms himself, collects his cool and composes himself, stopping to stand in front of the young girl. “Rowtag,” He proclaimed proudly, “I am Rowtag.” He looks upward to where the Naerys had made her entrance into his life, before once more surveying the clearing. The forest and sky had remained the same, yet in under the span of mere minutes his world had changed drastically. Horses could fly— and even though the envy for not having a pair of plumed limbs himself had not yet set in, he was overly excited about having discovered something that no one from his old herd would ever fathom in their lifetime! With that he added, “I’m not from these parts.” And then a correction to the former, “I’m not really from anywhere anymore, I suppose.” He spoke lightly with a humorous tone sugar coating his words, he would not burden the filly with the knowledge of his crimes. “Would you mind telling me where I am? Or rather where you are from, that is I take it you are from here?” He was curious as to if there were more of her kind flying around these skies. Hopefully he would be able to charm her into taking him with her; if he had not yet frightened her off with his excessive prying questions. i'm headed straight for the castle they've got the kingdom locked up image credits @Naerys so sorry this took a while for me to get up! RE: Blow a Kiss, Fire a Gun - Naerys - 09-22-2015
@Rowtag <3 RE: Blow a Kiss, Fire a Gun - Rowtag - 09-23-2015 A smirk graces his dark lips, drawn out by her sarcastic response to his earlier remark about her not being a bird; the child had a sense of humor and one he could appreciate. He rolls his eyes with the same gusto as she had shown, a dry “Ha ha, very funny,” rolling off his tongue with ease. Her playfulness wins over what is left of his youth and the chestnut feels a stab of pain shoot straight through his heart as he recalls his childhood. Battling against the memories that come flooding back, he can’t help but shake his head as if attempting to physically remove them. It felt so long ago that he had been with his friends and family, reminiscing only made matters worse. Nostalgia was a bitch. So he channels those juvenile thoughts and memories into an attempt to return her mischievous banter, “You’re at best a chick, a fledgling at most!” As she answers the rest of his questions a disappointed expression crosses his facial features, “Oh… It would have been much more interesting if you were, indeed, hatched from an egg.” He finishes with a wink, his smirk once more returning and lifting the corners of his lips as he laughs merrily. “Well, we certainly don’t have any winged, not-bird horses flying around where I hail from. You’re a delightful discovery, Naerys.” Especially since you’re the only soul I’ve come across in months, he does not add this however, simply sighs deeply, contempt, drawing in a deep breath of crisp forest air, finally beginning to truly appreciate the strange new land he has wandered upon by chance. “You’re full of surprises,” He mutters, breathless. His eyes had wandered toward the ground where her flowers bloomed by her dainty hooves. He watched them with a fascination similar to that of which he had displayed earlier when discovering her wings. He lifts his head when she speaks again; his mother would have demanded he look at her when he was being addressed, it was polite; but he yearned to stare a moment longer at the passionflowers. Helovia, she says and suddenly he isn’t so interested in her magic flora. “Helovia…” He breathes, the word hushed, filled with exhilaration, “Helovia…” This new world was strange, what with bird horses that grew flowers by their hooves as if by magic, but it was those qualities that were enchanting, that drew him in like a moth to light. He looked around behind her, craning his neck in an attempt to see past the dozens of trees— he wanted to explore. “May I stay here awhile?” It seemed silly to ask a filly permission to do anything. What authority did a child have? Alas she was the only one present to this occasion. “Please?” He quickly adds, remembering his manners a moment too late. i'm headed straight for the castle they've got the kingdom locked up image credits @Naerys RE: Blow a Kiss, Fire a Gun - Naerys - 09-24-2015
@Rowtag RE: Blow a Kiss, Fire a Gun - Rowtag - 09-24-2015 Flaxen hair falls across his eyes as he tosses his head back, a deep laughter rumbling from his chest. “It is so, little bird!” He frowns for a moment in thought, what exactly could he do? He could acquire specific items that he technically had no business taking… But what good would telling the girl that bring him? He had no physical attributes that could match her skill of flight. So he decided to tell the truth, “Ah! You’ve got me there! There’s absolutely nothing abnormal or special about me.” There’s a twinkle in his eyes when he finally thinks of something— even if it is ridiculous, “But I bet I can eat more berries than you. I could eat more berries than anyone in my herd!” The stallion’s chest puffs out as he boasts of his ability to devour sweet fruits, however the air that had been filling his lungs in order to do so was quickly released as he continued to laugh when the filly pronounced him a devil. It fitted him oh so well. And deep down it almost stung, because even though the little bird had not meant it to be harmful, there was a truth known only to him that lay behind her jesting words. He quickly ceases his laughter when she continues to speak and he notices the smirk that she mirrors from him and he catches the wink, “Oh I don’t know if that’s at all possible! Why, I’m assuming there are more of your birdy kind just waiting to jump out at me! I bet they’re all just as cheeky as you!” Once again he became the entertainer, putting on an act for her, though this time he could barely withstrain his giggles. He became the forlorn, not-so-much-damsel in distress; his eyelashes fluttering as he spoke, “What’s an equine to do! I will never be safe from you feathery fiends and your quick wits!” His laughter subsides as his curiosity for her flowers grow and he watches the girl closely. He can’t help but stare as she dips her head to pluck a single bloom from the earth, his gaze never once leaving her as she reaches toward him. He dared not move, but he blinks at her and turns his head to gaze upon the gift once she has retreated. The fragrance that the flower carries reaches his nostrils and he inhales deeply, allowing it to fill his lungs. “Thank you,” He almost whispers, he cannot remember the last time someone had given him something. It was such a simple gift, one that would surely wither and die in time, but he couldn’t have felt more touched by her offering. He clears his throat to thank her once more— properly this time, “It is truly the most precious treasure I have ever had possession of.” Beyond their small clearing, the wilderness calls, beckoning him to go forth. Helovia. Oh, Helovia, how blessed I am to have found you, he thinks to himself as the patchwork filly turns to leave. Follow me, she ushers, and so he does. He doesn’t think to ask where it is exactly she plans to take him, he simply follows in silence. i'm headed straight for the castle they've got the kingdom locked up image credits @Naerys woooooo! Thanks for rescuing him from the Threshold! <3 |