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Signs of Life [Patrol] - Mesec - 12-22-2015
table by Frostie patrol buddies @Ilios and @Morrigan (as well as anyone else) are welcome! :D RE: Signs of Life [Patrol] - Amaris - 12-23-2015
They lived here once, mother used to tell me. The Qian.. her family, her herd. The Deep Forest was once the only refuge they had, the only home they knew - why did they ever leave?
This place is not for living in, not for long times. It is too wild, untamed, dangerous... So the Qian went to war instead, because that was a safer, tamer option? Titanic trees cast decent shadows, even when their leafy canopy thinned with the turning of the seasons. Amaris enjoyed this season, much like she enjoyed all seasons - they simply were a part of living upon Helovia, a cosmic shift of the planet that was beyond her, and even the Gods', control. Looking at her, one might think otherwise. She was a creature of creme and gold, with caramel locks and white dragons dancing across her face otherwise. The season was one of fiery hues, and so was the dragonmare, who walked through the roots and underbrush with practised grace and dexterity. Perhaps Orangemoon was her season - she hardly seemed to fit into any other as comfortably as this. Why do return to the same ancient, barbaric tradition of forcing others from their homes? Why do we seek out war and bloodshed and death and misery? Because as vast as this world is, it is not vast enough for all the lives that live here, all the great ideas and different walks of life that traverse these loams. Such things only know how to fear one another, and fear is a dangerous thing if left unchecked. But it is unfounded fear, unfounded by ignorance and self-proclaimed brilliance. What if everything was made known, what if everyone sought to learn from one another rather than wipe each other out? Why do they seek to destroy that which they do not even know? Amaris walked with a brown soul glowing above her - the dragon-spirit was barely visible against the burnt hues of the surrounding forest, but its mental link was as loud as ever. The dragon was wizened old male when it was alive, once bonded and pleased to share its thoughts with the dragonmare as it floated through the naked canopies above. You know the ruby lake within these woods? Aye, I know it well. What would happen if a great downpour of rain occurred? It would fill, and become deeper - what does this- What would happen if such a downpour occurred that it burst its banks? It was wash away entirely, and damage all that surrounded it. You cannot fill a pond already full, dear golden child. Even when it is full of tar or poison? Especially then, little one. Especially then. She walked with her brow furrowed in thought, as the conversation she was having was more mentally challenging than anything else - she did not see the phoenix in the trees above her, though her brown companion did. He hummed a low melody, but Amaris paid it little heed - suddenly she did notice something. The dragonmare paused her steps and stood tall, with ears pricked forward and tail lifted from the loam, ready to swing her whip into its full length if required. The crashing and banging created quite a din, it surely could only be caused by something large and unafraid to draw attention to itself..? What she saw caused her a bit of relief, at first, for it was not some great beast lumbering through the woods (or was it?), but a winged and horned stallion, with a midnight complexion and something familiar about it. The memories all came at once then, of a moonlight dance atop the trees of the World's Edge, her birthplace. Of friendly, nervous introductions, new friendships promised - Mesec, she recalled from all those years past. Mesec, she thought with a sad frown upon her brow. He had promised to stop his herd from attacking her home if she helped him, and together they found the midnight flower he was searching for - but he never stopped his herd, they attacked anyway, and so began the age of wars upon Helovia. He was but a yearling and I barely a weanling, there was little and less that could have been done.. she wanted to forgive him, to forget, and so she tried to do just that, and instead look ahead, to a familiar face to keep her company as she walked through the Deep Forest. "Mesec?" she called with tones that were neither entirely draconic nor equine. With a playful toss of her tiara she leapt into a sweeping trot towards him, laughing softly within her breast and she greeted him with warm tones and a playful nudge proffered to his own maw. "Do you remember me?" she asked, almost shyly, as she hesitated for a moment, and waited to see what kind of stallion the colt she once knew had become. Amaris drákos istoría on deviantart @Mesec RE: Signs of Life [Patrol] - Mesec - 12-28-2015
table by Frostie I wasn't sure if they could see the dragon spirit or if only she could so I was kinda vague on that D: @Amaris RE: Signs of Life [Patrol] - Morrigan - 12-28-2015 "I'm scared that you'll compare and I'll look a lifetime past repair" Following the protocol of the Dragon's Throat, I steadily made my way towards the Deep Forest to find my patrol group. To this day, I still wasn't sure exactly what our patrols were even for. Nothing interesting ever happened during them, at least not during the ones that I had contributed too. It's not like we were even patrolling our own herd land, so patrols for the sake of guarding our island were out of the question. Was it for information? Recruitment? Or just an attempt to get each of the members of the herds to step outside of their common duties and actually socialize with each other? That was a rather intriguing possibility that I had not considered until now. Many herds and ranks typically stuck to themselves. The healers conversed with the healers, the warriors sparred with warriors, the crafters well...You get the idea. Following Pongo through the fall-painted leaves made me realize that it was one of the very things that made the Dragon's Throat one of the strongest of the herds. Our patrols, no matter how frivolous, were a common goal that was easy for each member to achieve with ease. It bonded us in a way that no one expected, even just by the simple chats we had wandering along our way. Lost in my own thoughts, I hadn't even been paying attention to where I was going. Mindlessly, I trailed after my beloved bongo as he caught wind of a familiar scent. "Mesec." His voice interrupted my thoughts and jerked me back into the task at hand, picking up my pace to catch up to the hybrid stallion that I had met not long ago. "And other." It was only a few minutes later before we caught up to the pair, quietly turning around a corner like an awkward third wheel that had the worst timing. Just as my scarlet gaze landed on Mesec, he was bumping noses with a mare that was every bit his contrast. The feathered stallion of midnight versus the scaled golden girl of the sun. My auds flicked back momentarily, feeling as though I had intruded on a private moment between the two. "Oh, my apologies...I...I came for the patrol...I can leave? If you like?" My flustered, shy words barely made it out as I found myself glancing back and forth between the pair. I was trying desperately to avoid staring at the golden girl, her impressive wings of leather and shining scales tugging at my curiosity. She was unlike any other creature I had seen before, not a horse, not a dragon...But...both? Quickly my gaze darted back towards Mesec before I stared for too long, hoping that he would help take away the awkward feeling that swarmed around me now. "Speaking." RE: Signs of Life [Patrol] - Amaris - 01-02-2016
Amaris remembered the night they met, the dance through the Edge with the moonlight boy, the search for the ever-mysterious, ever-elusive moon flower. She remembered his moon-kissed hide, his ethereal glow, his kind smile and kinder words. She remembered his promise, his oath - she remembered the wars that followed that night. The dragongirl could not help but wonder if their meeting then had been some sort of cosmic (mis?)alignment, a fated gathering that heralded the doom that followed - were they just too young, too blind and naïve to see it?
If it was our meeting that began all that bloodshed, then perhaps this will herald the beginnings of peace. He speaks again now, saying her name in tones far more matured than all those years ago. He touches her muzzle, golden scales to silver velvet, and she is transported back to that time, when she had a home amongst trees almost as tall as the ones they were in now. The constant thrum of waves breaking, crashing, smashing against the cliffside echoes in the confines of the dragongirl's mind, his familiar scent tugging on the nostalgia that resided deep within her breast. A longing she barely knew existed bloomed much like the midnight flower they searched for all those years ago, a yearning to return to those misty woods, to feel the cool yet comforting embrace of the night as it descended upon the lands, seemingly more completely than anywhere else upon Helovia. The World's Edge, she thought quietly, wondering why she was suddenly pulled back there - since the DragonHeart fell there for the last time, she had avoided the western reaches of the land through some unconscious desire to find herself elsewhere. And yet, she found a trigger here, leagues away from the misty borders, deep within the Forest to the south of Helovia - I will return there, if Tandavi would come with me, she decided, even as she recognised the red, sandy sheen that lingered to Mesec's limbs, deducing that he had joined the Throat. The sunlit desert lands were not the first herd Amaris would have thought Mesec to choose for his residence - but then she was hardly capable of prejudice or stereotypes (outside of her own draconic ones), and so she accepted this assumption with easy grace. "Better every day," Amaris spoke with her smooth, warm tones, her draconic lilt adding an exotic edge to her voice as it always did. With her few words she spoke what truth she could muster - there was a hidden pain in them, a hurt she could not deny, a grievance that she did not deign to divulge further details about. But she was healing, the hollow, vacant abyss within her was slowly scabbing over, prone to peel away at the edges still and show the puckering, pink, bleeding wound beneath. It was not polite to unload such hefty weights upon a friend (?), an acquaintance, a soul she had only just happened upon after years of absence in between. What were they to each other? Friends, crooned the brown who accompanied her, from his lofty amongst the golden and brown leaves and branches above. Silently, Amaris agreed with him. They were interrupted then, by a mare who encompassed a spider's web across her hide in such a way that made Amaris think of Lace, and the pain of his passing without her knowledge swept over here again. He is in here, somewhere. In these woods, his body preserved by some earth creature's magic, Fajira showed me… It was an errant thought, disobedient in that it would not be restrained in its destruction through her. Amaris' smile faltered, flickered uncertainly, for only a moment, as surprise took its hold upon her and she hesitated in returning a greeting to the maiden who had arrived. Patrol? she thought vaguely, before her mind caught up to reality (or reality caught up to her mind) again, and she remembered her time amidst the Dragon's Throat, the patrols each herd member was required to do every season. It was a wise system, for it encouraged pride and solidarity of the herd to extend beyond the sandy clutches of the Throat itself, it gave opportunity for the members to learn more about each other and the world they lived in (however harsh those lessons ended up being). "Stay," Amaris spoke with her gentle tones once more, her angel's hymn leaving through golden lips that were curved with a genuine smile once more. "I did not mean to steal you away from your duty, Mesec," she adds playfully, before introducing herself to the newcomer. "I am Amaris, a wanderer, though I had my stay within the Throat for a season or two not long ago. It would be nice to accompany you both for a time today, if you would have me." @Mesec @Morrigan Yes her dragon spirits are visible to everyone, they just look like dragon-shaped balls of light energy. As the current one with her is brown and it is day time AND autumn, it probably isn't very visible, though it can still sing/trill like a dragon too, so they might hear it ;D Amaris drákos istoría on deviantart RE: Signs of Life [Patrol] - Mesec - 01-07-2016
table by Frostie @Morrigan RE: Signs of Life [Patrol] - Morrigan - 01-18-2016 "I'm scared that you'll compare and I'll look a lifetime past repair" To my surprise, the golden mare welcomed me first with a smile and a polite introduction. I couldn't help but mirror her smile, pleased to be met with a friendly personality so far. I dipped my muzzle respectfully towards Amaris as Mesec introduced us, smirking shortly after when Mesec asked about the weather. I had nearly forgotten about the time we nearly froze in the desert lands, back when the pegasus hadn't expected for the cold to reach the Dragon's Throat. "Indeed, but Frostfall will return before we know it..." I chuckled, stepping slightly closer to close in the gap and have a normal conversation without feeling like I had to raise my voice. My scarlet gaze shifted towards the dragon-esque mare, my auds perking up against my silver crown while she spoke. "If I may ask, why did you leave the Throat?" Pongo enjoyed the positive tones, stepping forward on tiny hooves to try and sniff the mare with his wet nose. He stopped short though, freezing in place while his large ears flicked back and forth nervously. Doe-like eyes looked up, searching for the source of a trill that I thought was only a part of my imagination. Sure enough, Pongo saw...something. His gaze followed something around Amaris, his head tilting to the side with confusion. "What is that?" I asked softly, squinting slightly to try and see what it was that my dear companion was watching. 'Thing.' It was Pongo's way of answering my question, and had it not been for the company around us, I would have rolled my eyes at his smart ass response. "Speaking." @Mesec and @Amaris - Hopefully her posts will get better! RE: Signs of Life [Patrol] - Amaris - 01-21-2016
Amaris was pleased when her request to join them was accepted, it made her feel some semblance of belonging again, of fitting, of working together with others in a useful, helpful manner. It hadn't been too long in the grand scheme of things, since she had been a part of the herd, even held a significant rank within it, yet it still felt too long for Amaris. Though she wouldn't rejoin the Throat, unless her cousin had a change of mind and heart, she held no ill wills against them, and in fact hoped they prospered and grew as they were wont to do over the years. Always the Throat had been an ally of Amaris, whether through the political ties of the herd she belonged at the time (when she was part of the Edge), or as its member, directly assisting them in becoming greater, stronger, magnificent. So to be warmly accepted into a duty that was typically reserved to Throat citizens was, simply put: wonderful.
"Pleasure to meet you, Morrigan, Pongo," Amaris greeted the mare and (unique) companion with a polite dip her crown, her words sincere and warm. With ease she smiled along with the comment about the weather, not sure of its reference but not minding either - Amaris was just happy to be included along. Morrigan's question, however, caused Amaris' smile to fade ever so slightly, as sadness swallowed her expression for a mere moment, before the curve of her lips returned - but this time it was tainted, dampened by the grief that had so recently struck her soul. "I heard word that the World's Edge was seeking new leadership after the herd there took the Falls," she began, softly, yet her voice did not waver - the story simply wasn't one you spoke of with bright tones and energy behind it. "I was born in the Edge - my mother was the DragonHeart, but that was before the Wraiths came. She went to fight them and.." It was difficult to keep her thoughts on track. She wanted to explain but didn't know how - she wasn't sure what words to use, what story to tell to these nearly perfect strangers. "I went to test my mettle in the discussions for the position of Queen, but halfway through, I realised it was not for me," not now, not ever, "and I was ashamed of myself, though I know there really isn't shame in what I did, truly.. I left to try and find myself again, to learn and grow and figure out what I wanted in life, who do I want to serve and how can I serve them." The conversation had taken a deep turn, and Amaris wanted her part of it to end, but she wasn't finished. Softer still, her voice lower, deeper, conveying the sadness that plagued her at last, she spoke her last words. "I found my mother again, for the Moon Goddess had revived her.. Only to let her succumb to her own old age at last. I.. I got to say goodbye to her," her golden eyes glazed with tears, though not a saline drop fell. Her tiara drooped slightly, as if her neck had suddenly lost the strength to keep it aloft. A comforting thought came to her from the brown who danced amongst the treetops, a swell of emotions and a song both beautiful and ancient in its tune. Amaris let it fill her heart and body and mind, she let it wrap around her soul, which felt as fragile as an autumn leaf precariously holding onto its flimsy branch in Orangemoon. Morrigan's next question came as no surprise then, as the brown spirit dipped below the canopy to come and linger closer to the soul who had summoned him here - to Amaris, the dragonmare, the soul-singer, the soul-bringer. "His name is Keith, and he is a spirit, a memory, of a brown dragon who once flew through these trees with his bonded, countless moons ago. My magic allows him to return here and form a bond much like what you hold with Pongo, albeit temporarily." She spoke smoothly, more confidently again, with the topic of the conversation venturing towards something far less painful - dragons and magic. @Mesec @Morrigan Amaris drákos istoría on deviantart RE: Signs of Life [Patrol] - Mesec - 02-11-2016
table by Frostie I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG if you guys aren't interested in continuing it I totally understand <3 @Morrigan |