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Can't stop the feeling [any] - Naerys - 07-02-2016
Excuse the ickiness of this. It's been awhile but she's back and in cat form. :D RE: Can't stop the feeling [any] - Alysanne - 07-02-2016
@Naerys :DDDDDDD RE: Can't stop the feeling [any] - Naerys - 07-20-2016 Naerys didn't really know whom she expected to approach first or when her presence might be noticed but as the sound of approaching hooves reaches her ears, her heart flutters with nervous excitement. And, if she were being honest, she felt a twinge of fear, as sudden and undeniable as it is inexplicable. Petyr, thus far, has been successful in keeping his distance - settling himself into the trees on the far side of the Edge from where the girl made her entrance. His bright, jeweled tones would have drawn far too much attention - revealing much more than she wished to reveal. Though, not having him by her side was enough to boost her anxiety levels. Petyr is a source of comfort for her - a guide on so many levels. It isn't until her mother's voice drifts towards her through the trees that she begins to calm and relax. 'Naerys!' she cries, except... her voice is almost fragile. Choked by an overflow of emotion that leaves the girl's heart squeezed and aching. Once more Naerys has hurt her. Once again she's done exactly what she never wanted to do. Yet it apparently comes naturally to her, as automatic as breathing. She remains still, tucked into the shadows at the base of a tree, when Alysanne passes by. Mother doesn't know about her feline form and a small part of her almost wants to keep it that way - perhaps out of a selfish desire to keep it a guarded secret or perhaps because she is afraid of her reaction. But that small part isn't likely to win. Her gaze trails over the winged mare's face, noting every worried crease, the hopeful shine in those emerald eyes - every detail breaking her heart one tiny crack at a time. So lost is she in the moment, Naerys forgets about her own current state. "Mama!" she cries as she leaps from her shadowy refuge. The fluffy black cat races toward the mare, quite small by comparison, and before her brain has a chance to catch up to her heart she's rubbing affectionately against the mare's front leg - weaving in and out, purring loudly. "I'm sorry mama, I'm so sorry..." she murmurs as she circles around, her tail held high. The flurry of emotion pulls at Petyr from where he sits, perched on a branch in the northern reaches of the Edge. It is indicative that his bonded is no longer alone, allowing the vivid hued magpie to return to her side. Frankly, he is a bit disappointed that only one had come to greet her. But he holds it secret because none could ever love her like he does. He soars low and fast, darting through the trees with a practiced speed and agility, only slowing when he nears their location. Pale eyes fill with a bemused laughter as he swoops in to land on a low branch of the tree Naerys had hidden beneath only moments ago. "You still cat." he chuckles but Naerys is too caught up in the moment to acknowledge his meaning. So he simply watches, waiting... always waiting. @Alysanne (Posting from my phone so I'll add the table later <3 ) RE: Can't stop the feeling [any] - Alysanne - 07-20-2016
@Naerys <33 couldn't wait to reply RE: Can't stop the feeling [any] - Mauja - 07-22-2016 like breaking diamonds with your hands It was getting darker, and Mauja roamed the Edge like a restless ghost. The days were getting hotter, promising for a cruel Tallsun, and memories he'd rather let stay buried had begun to poke their way up through the ash and soil— Except the ash had all washed out, in slate gray rivulets from a torrential rain, eventually soaked up by the earth as nutrients for the new life pulled from its fire-wracked depths. Black scorched bark had grown healthy with the tug of the ancient's power, life restored where his wayward brother had taken it—but later, it had burned again, the dry heat of Tallsun perfect kindling for the spurned Keahi. No God had saved it then, and sometimes, Mauja found himself in the burnt section of the forest. A few trees still bore the mark of its hungry rampage, and forever would, but aside from that—in the true irony of fire, new life had grown aplenty. Low and wild and colorful, it set itself apart from the rest of the forest. And it was that he didn't want to think about: fire. Wildfire. If the sun's rays drove the moisture from the trees and the grass, would something catch flame? Would a stray piece of glass from their broken wall amplify the heat, set a spark, and drive them into the arms of the sea as they sought escape from the certain death of smoke and flame? For where the forest and the fields recovered, even thrived, after a fire, flesh did not. These brittle, fragile beings, with bones and hearts, died in fire. “Naerys!” The call was faint, distressed, carrying an edge of fear—Mauja's black-rimmed ears flicked, and his head shot up, neck stiff. What was—what was going on? And when was the last time he had seen Naerys? Too long, too long, and he hadn't thought about it, not really, just like he hadn't spoken to Glacia in forever and Snö had been dead a year and— He drew in a deep breath. He doubted Alysanne wandered the Edge like a wraith crying out for her child, so something must've happened. Something must've sparked all that fear and worry they carried in their hearts, because that fear and worry was born from love and love was the singularly most painful thing Mauja knew of. And besides, Naerys was his friend, wasn't she? He stopped stalling, and started running. The dirt path underneath his hooves was solid, familiar, one he had run how many times before? He didn't know, didn't care, but over the years he figured he had visited every nook and cranny of the Edge, from the rim of its white cliffs to the border now marked by glass— Just as abruptly as he had started running, he stopped running; white hair billowed in a halo, pristine strands sticking to a sweat-gray neck. No one was dying. No one was injured. He didn't even know why his heart had begun to thrum so wildly, so madly, but it had, and with every step on the way he had started to see things in his mind, bad things, heartbreaking things, but there was just Alysanne, muzzle burrowing into the fluffy coat of a black cat. A black cat trailing passionflowers. Wide-eyed, he started to gracelessly backpedal, convinced he had interrupted a moment not meant for him. [ my brain is leaky and weird and this was strange and I'm sorry :x ] |