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Haven for the Convicted [Joining, Cassiopeia] - Drachen - 10-06-2012 D R A C H E N
The vast Helovia canvas was drenched in the dark hues of night, the bright sun having sunk behind the western horizon long ago. The full moon shone from high in the star-sprinkled cloudless sky, bathing the bi-chrome Pegasus and his celestial blue roan guide in pale silvery light. An icy breeze caressed the stallion’s body, sending chills down his spine. Ebony locks brushed passed his eyes and whipped behind his back as the wind picked up its pace. Massive peregrine falcon appendages, outspread to their full wingspan, beat in a steady rhythm to mimic the strong air currents and push the winged beast closer to the winged damsel back-lit by the glowing orb in the sky. The trees below that once were so dense not even a sliver of shining light could seep through their canopies seemed to be thinning out drastically since the beginning of their journey to the land that the star-clad femme called home. Drachen devoured all of the details of the land from his sky view, burning the various landmarks into his mind for later on. His battle-trained eyes skillfully skimmed the Helovian realm, absorbing the strange beauty in the scene below. A winding forked river shimmered like thousands of tiny iridescent crystals. The large boughs of ancient trees shivered from the harsh wind that plagued their bare woodland. The mountainous snow capped cliffs that stretched far above the leafless canopy were only a mere white smudge below the dark horizon. It was breathtaking. Bewitching. Divine. It filled the winged stallion with awe and left him speechless. Drac suddenly pitied any creature that couldn’t view the world from above or feel the wonderful feeling he always got when he was in flight. To be grounded to the land would be revolting. How could one not want to spread his wings and take to the air? Becoming one with the winged creatures and view the world like they saw it? Entirely and completely feeling free from the earthly bounds that claim the flightless? Losing one’s wings would be like losing one’s freedom. The thick forests soon turned into grassy meadows, and the grassy meadows into the dry clay of the dessert. He could sense the Oracle beside him slowing down. Drac followed suit, pinning his unusually large appendages to his sides and rocketing towards the red dessert below like a torpedo. The strong wind buffeted his body and stung his eyes; his long tail flapping behind him in obsidian tendrils and leaving him with the familiar feeling of his stomach plummeting to the ground. The dessert floor came rushing toward the bi-colored Pegasus closer than he expected. The world flashed passed him like a blur, making it hard for him to comprehend when to stop his free fall. It didn’t help that it was nearly pitch black, aside from the silver orb that emitted a ghastly glow. Two massive sails unfurled from his sides, slicing through the blacked sky. Drachen immediately winced and cursed mentally, his wing muscles pulling back from the harsh air resistance they were met with. It felt to the brute that his wings were pulled from their sockets which, he realized, they probably were. Casting a quick glance down, Drac could see the ground coming to meet him at any moment. Fear flickered in the winged stallion’s eyes and he froze for a moment before commonsense kicked in. He beat his wings twice, using all of his strength just to move the strained appendages. Hooves hit the dessert clay, his entire being shaking from the shattering force, before he strode off at a canter to stop his knees from buckling. Once the throbbing in his hooves ceased, the brute slowed his gait. Turning around, he neck to look above, waiting for the blue fae, tender wings held loosely against his flanks. RE: Haven for the Convicted [Joining, Cassiopeia] - Cassiopeia - 10-08-2012
RE: Haven for the Convicted [Joining, Cassiopeia] - Drachen - 10-14-2012 D R A C H E N
The grace at which the roan fae descended almost caused Drachen to stop and stare in awe. He knew he didn’t descend like the normal Pegasi of his old lands—or any lands for that matter. He had always dove head first through the clouds at rocket-like speeds. It was like a yearning, a feeling at the pit of his stomach. It made his wings tingle at the thought of it, falling closer and closer to the ground in a free fall that almost makes time slow down and freeze in place, like the entire world is on a pause button. It’s exhilarating, yet terrifying at the same time. The mare adjusted her wings to ease into a gentle sloping arc, descending onto the red clay of the dessert. Her hooves barely made a sound as they continued into a delicate canter; the only disruption of her landing a small cloud of red dust kicked up from the soft padding hooves. The brow on the two-toned brute creased slightly, leaving a ripple of black and white between the stallion’s duel colored eyes. He had never watched a Pegasus land such as that before. All the Pegasi he knew were warriors who chose power over grace while flying any day. Maybe it was just the winged equines of Helovia that descend such as the star breathing mare, though he concluded it was most likely his old home that was different from the rest. The creatures from that land thrived on war and chaos, so their flight patterns would obviously reflect that. "The Oasis is not far" Cassiopeia’s melodic voice captured Drachen’s attention once more, his eyes catching the femme’s movement as she pivoted her body and headed in a different direction. His own body quickly followed after the roan upon hearing the word “oasis”. His tongue felt like sandpaper in his mouth and just the thought of the cool liquid urged the stallion faster. The pair reached the Oasis just as the warm rays of sunlight peaked over the eastern edge, spilling over the horizon and filling the darkened sky with the colors of the sunrise. A warm breeze caressed the brute’s bi-chrome pelt, a warning of the coming heat that would soon plague the dessert terrain. A loud call passed through the charred maw of the Oracle, the sound echoing off of the rocky structures and trees surrounding them. Her gaze then turned to the winged stallion, her face open and sincere. "Welcome to the Dragon’s Throat." He was then reminded of his throat which burned like fire. What a fitting name for such a place, he thought, mentally smirking to himself. "Make yourself at home, my friend." Drachen watched as she lowered her blacked maw to the clear crystal water before shifting his feathery wings into a better position against his sides and dipping his own into the striking blue water. Yet instead of thinking about the sensation of the icy liquid quenching the burning fire in his throat, his mind drifted to the mare’s words. She had labeled him as a friend. The word was foreign to him, yet he knew its meaning. His maw turned up slightly, barely noticeable to the eye. RE: Haven for the Convicted [Joining, Cassiopeia] - Cassiopeia - 10-25-2012 [ ooc ; Could someone of a higher rank come to greet Drachen? Kri most preferably, or one of the Generals, perhaps - anyone is welcome, really. ^^ ] |