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Wake [patrol] - Caneo - 01-17-2016
Table and Picture by Nicole (Niki) ooc| patrol fellows @Rhoa & @Asavvi & @Evahna are welcome, also anyone else! Annnnd this post is really weird. idk RE: Wake [patrol] - Amaris - 01-23-2016 amaris dragonborn
Amaris stared at the water. For it was not just water she saw. It was scales: golden, gleaming in the sunlight, tracing a pathway up from her maw and up the bony nasal passage of her nose - they lay where a blaze would lay on any other equine - any other who did not 'boast' dragonsblood in their veins. For years Amaris had resented the differentness of it, of her own body and self - only recently had she learned to accept it, embrace it, become it - Amaris was a queen dragon, if one where to define her by the colour of her scales, which so many seemed to do with dragons already, and yet in truth she was nothing but a wanderer, a vagabond, a rogue, living her life exploring and discovering things she didn't know she needed, and a missing a great many more things she most definitely knew she needed. Amaris stared at the water, and she resisted the urge to criticise every scale as it stood so innocently, so strangely naturally (for her, at least), against the pale amber champagne sheen of her pelt. Amaris stared at the water, until her own caramel locks fell from behind her scaled ear, and broke the mirror's surface with a cascade of ripples forever expanding. Suddenly a child again, the dragongirl threw her tiara to the skies and skipped across the surface - chasing ripples, creating more, it didn't matter, she mused, suddenly filled with this new life she had embraced, and thrilled for recognising it within herself. The dragonmare moved with her wings cupping the air and her tail swinging wide over the smooth shallows. Her feet dance lightly across the salty plains, her motions defined as nothing less than a dance. …nothing here, the sound seems to boom, though it is a softly spoken musing of a lone unicorn standing in the midst of this mirror she dances upon. Amaris twirls so that she might hold this stranger within her golden sights, and calls with her voice that holds an exotic curl with its draconic lilt: "I am here." sky above me — earth below me and fire within me RE: Wake [patrol] - Caneo - 01-24-2016
Table and Picture by Nicole (Niki) ooc| @Amaris do you want to be tagged? RE: Wake [patrol] - Amaris - 01-26-2016 amaris dragonborn
Silver and caramel and gold glimmered beneath her, as gently beating wings held her aloft. Ripples rode ever-increasing rings of waves outwards from her, carrying the silver, the caramel, and golden hues with them, behaving much like an optical illusionist's spiral card. Amaris sees the stallion staring at her, considering her - many have done so already in her life, they have looked, stared, and then chosen only one of two options - to close the distance or to increase it. For a moment, he appeared to be the one who would flee, for he froze, with his twitching ears and tremoring form, spoke of tension, of nerves and fear and uncertainty - but he proved her wrong, he shattered her own prejudice, and he took that single step. As it shattered the surface of the mirror they stood upon, so too did a smile crack the lips of the dragonmare. It was a gentle smile, and it transformed her face from its peaceful, happy reverie to something wondrous, something else altogether - even though he hesitated after that first step, he had still taken that step - it was more than many others ever bothered to take. He questions her motives, her actions, and she only smiles deeper at it. Why was she dancing? It had merely been an expression of thought, an emotive and deeply powerful motion, a gesture of the newly recognised, freshly painted self-respect and acceptance. How many could claim that of themselves? How many could look at all their own flaws, and still face the world with a smile, a dance, a laugh? Certainly, a great many could, but how many truly loved the skin they were in, loved it enough to cease wishing for change, for something "better", or always for something "different"? Amaris once knew what it was to wish these things. It was a habit still, one that she was breaking, and her dancing, her motions of emotion and passion helped her to do that. For one could not dance the raw, pure steps she carved without shedding the self-hatred, the loathing, the desire for something else to stare back at her when she peered into the flawless surface that surrounded them. "I dance," she began, urging her body into motion again, carving a semi-circular path around the unicorn - she would reach a point where he might have needed to turn to keep her within his sights and turned instead, the motion deliberate and yet smooth, flowing, graceful and light. With each turn she took, she might have inched closer to him - or perhaps it was merely the ripples of her motion creeping closer and closer. "-to live." sky above me — earth below me and fire within me ooc: tag or no tags, I don't mind either way C: RE: Wake [patrol] - Caneo - 02-01-2016
Table and Picture by Nicole (Niki) ooc| @Amaris sorry about the wait! RE: Wake [patrol] - Amaris - 02-05-2016 amaris dragonborn
Life buzzed, it sizzled and sparked throughout her. Her skin quivered and twitched with each breath, she could not be still, for life had finally taken her in its grip, and it energised her, it flooded her senses and coloured her warm laughter. It was the curve of her lips, the kindness behind her eyes - everywhere upon the mare, was this renewed vigour, this sheer, complete example of what living could be, whenever one allowed it. Golden pools reflect the silver steed before her; they behold him with open friendliness and quiet amusement, encouraging the smiles and the motions his body does, teasing out more from him - more life, more happiness, more. Was she greedy to want this from him, or selfless? Everything she did this moment was dependant on him, and his reaction to her - he had accepted her presence, at least in the sense that he did not flee her. No, instead, he had questioned her motives for motion, and even as she watched him now, stepped towards her. She could see the energy, the life, spread from herself to him, like an infection carried by the ripples in the water that spread outwards from her and crashed against his own limber stilts. It only added to the excitement, the energy, the dancing fever she felt. Some say opposites attracted, but so too did like promote like - Amaris was busting at the seams with this greater-than-life sensation, she might have taken wing and flown to the Sun and back, such was the rush that had taken over her blood. Instead, she had danced, and in doing so, she had lured another into her dance, her motion, her display of life and energy. Perhaps she didn't dance to live after all - perhaps she danced to express the life which she wished to live. Can I join you? he asked, and she let her smile grow, transform once again, her tiara nodding deeply to show that he needn't ask permission for something so pure, so raw, something that was meant to be shared and enjoyed by any and all. To his next question, she allows a low purr of laughter to start within her breast. "Perhaps," she muses out loud, curious as to the importance of a name when right now, her priorities depended upon something entirely different, something that even things without names could do - to live, to learn and grow and wonder, and to express all of that in her the smooth, rhythmic motion of dance. "But first," she said with another turn, "I will live," here she stretched a wing towards him, daring him to allow her to stroke his nape or shoulder, or perhaps inviting him to touch it himself with maw and whiskers. She retracts it soon after though, tilting her tiara and leaning into her next step - hesitating, as she asked, to make it certain that he understood; "The question is not whether you can, dear friend, but whether you will." Then, in a flurry of smooth motion and small splashes, she invited him to fall in alongside her steps, her leaps and twists and turns, to join her on a dance that would shatter the mirror beneath them into a dizzy spell of ripples and fill the lands with movement and life - something that the strange, eerie stillness of the Halcyon Flats seemed to be sorely lacking. sky above me — earth below me and fire within me RE: Wake [patrol] - Caneo - 03-06-2016
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