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eloviĝo [hatching] - Aquila - 02-26-2017 Aquila & Craonos
The Akvian mare had been… lost after the reveal of Kaos. Never before had the wariorress felt such emotions in her chest as when she had seen Kisamoa arise out of the sea those fateful days. So she had dove deep into the sea, choosing to grasp onto the hope that, if Kaos had been able to show them a reef from the Rift, then perhaps there was some way back to her home. In one fell swoop, Kaos had undone all the seasons of work the aquatic mare had made in moving on. Her scaled ears ears flicked to an fro as she slowly emerged from the waves for the first time in…well, it felt like years. She had been beneath the waves for so long…the sun was hot on the Isles as compared to when she had dove down, the day of the bone monster. Her gills tried to suck air, and she stumbled in the shallow surf with her precious cargo, as she forgot to use her nostrils rather than her gills to breath above the waves. Already too-large eyes widened in fear as they jerked to the ovoid object that bobbed gently in the surf in front of her scaled forelegs, a gasping snort exploding from her ridged nostrils as she remember to use them. Aquila’s concern was understandable, the elliptical object (—an egg—) was exquisite. Aquatic blues and greens, along with bright jewel-like colors of fish and coral, played along it surface in undulating patterns that mimicked the sea’s swells. With each kiss of the ocean, a burst of silver scattered across its shell. Luckily, the egg that the Akvian had procured from deep beneath the sea (remarkably close to where she had entered Helovia from the Rift) was made of sturdier stuff, and so did not fracture when Aquila stumbled into it. Slowly, carefully, she rolled the egg free of the clear water and onto the soft sand. The colors slowly muted as the shell dried, becoming the pastels of morning rather than the vibrant pallet of late day. Bright, aqua and yellow eyes stared down at the egg, lost and confused, seeing it as her only anchor to home. Slowly, a patchwork of swirling cracks spread across the egg’s surface once it was entirely dry. Aquila’s unblinking gaze followed it, waiting apprehensively. Should she have kept it beneath the waves, submerged so that it never hatched? Kept it safe until she could find a way to return both of them to Akvo? Never had the mare been more uncertain. Parts of shell began to fall away in scroll-like pieces, elegant even in it’s hatching. An, beneath the surface was an aquamarine-tinged, white narwhal calf, “Balenokorn,” was her hushed, throaty whisper. They did not live in the tropically warm waters of Akvo, but they were revered creatures from cold, northern seas in the Rift. Known for their nobility, justice, and knowledge. Aquila began to drag the remaining shell and newly born narwhal back to the ocean, worried that it needed water. But two dark, soulful, already ancient eyes stopped her as the narwhal leviathan slowly levitated out of the broken shell pieces. It did a few lazy, unsteady flips, before thrumming a contended sigh and resting back onto the warm, white sand. “Craonos,” Aquila whispered, naming the proud, wondrous creature after the first Akvian to unite all the fighting clans and begin Akvo’s Golden Age. Perhaps this creature would be the one to unite Aquila with Akvo. Or, at least, unite all of her broken, failed pieces. Warmth flooded into her—a sensation she had not felt since her captain’s approval before she left the Rift— as she felt this young, hopeful, calm soul invade her own. And, for the first time, she submitted to it, allowing another to take over herself. eloviĝo = hatching Balenokorn = narwhal (or horned-whale) the language of waves YAY CRAONOS is born! Open to anyone :D RE: eloviĝo [hatching] - Wessex - 02-27-2017 I AM IRON AND I FORGE MYSELF The Basiner had no intention of spying on a hatching - but the swim here had been far more arduous than she’d expected, and a simple exploration expedition had turned into an incredibly hard workout. Luckily for the horned mare, she’d grown up by the sea and swimming had been an early part of her childhood. Spent, and sprawled out on some lush grass just beyond the beach, she raised her head when she heard splashing down at the surf. Rolling to a more upright position, Wessex finds herself a silent observer to a rather miraculous event with a most unusual looking unicorn. W E S S E X @Aquila RE: eloviĝo [hatching] - Iskra - 03-08-2017 RE: eloviĝo [hatching] - Aquila - 03-26-2017 Aquila & Craonos
“Hello?” The call and loud fuss break through the calm, warm moment Aquila shared with her newborn bonded. Aqua and yellow eyes snap open, ridged muzzle leaving the smooth, white narwhal’s skin as she jerked her face towards the source of the words. Too-large eyes narrowed slightly as they glared warningly towards the many-horned unicorn; the other was right to approach with caution—Aquila, apparently, was possessive. Unblinking eyes ticked carefully between each horn that sprouted from the other’s skull, assessing their sharp, red points carefully from the distance the grey mare kept between them. Aquila’s own, many barbed tail rattled softly in warning—though the distance held and the other mare remained curious rather than threatening in posture, a “Cool whale,” confirming the other’s lack of threat. Scaled ears flicker around uncertainly, horned head slowly raising, “Balenokorn,” was her throaty correction to the other, “Not just ‘whale’.” In contrast to Aquila’s wary actions, however, the newly born Craonos flipped wobbly through the air in newborn exuberance and delight. He slowly drifted out towards the grey mare—though Aquila’s outstretched muzzle herded it close back to her striped chest. So the creature’s dark eyes peered out towards the newcomer, warm and wise and curious. However, the cautious acceptance Aquila extended towards the large, thick woman was shattered by powerful wingbeats and a loud, clumsy landing. Ridges along the sea-mare’s neck stood on end, ears pinning flush with her skull as her scaled lips peeled back to reveal sharp teeth in warning to the winged predator that surely was there to eat her newborn companion. Except it wasn’t a predator. It was a pegasus—a colt, not yet even a yearling. A long breath pushed out of her nostrils, willing the suddenly taunt ridges of her skin to relax. It had been a long while since she had been this jumpy on land. Her long stint beneath the waves, added to her newborn Craonos she must protect, had the militant mare on edge. A single blink was given at the bay, yellow-marked boy who grinned so widely at her, the narwhal, and the unknown horned mare. Scaled ears twitched once at the onslaught of energetic questions and excited energy that rolled off of him. “Bonded to a balenokorn,” she, again, corrected in her throaty voice after waiting a short silence to ensure that the colt (’Iskra’) had finished speaking. “’Iskra’?” she repeated his name—liking the sound of it; it reminded her of an Akvian name, the first time something in the common tongue had reminded her of home, “I am Aquila, and this,” her bladed, aquamarine horn motioned towards the pale narwhal calf, “is Craonos.” Though her eyes widened as she finished the words, for the calf in question was gleefully floating away from Aquila’s protective chest. Enjoying its momentary freedom, it wobbled through the air towards Iskra, its uncoordinated flight possibly causing its smooth, aquamarine-tinged skin to bump into his feathers, before it looped and flipped towards the horned mare. A slight coo left it’s infant chest, quite at odds with the anxious terror on Aquila’s. “Where is your egg?” Was her forced question, attempting to be interested, but truly her gaze and attention was zeroed in on the aimlessly floating narwhal. the language of waves @Wessex @Iskra RE: eloviĝo [hatching] - Wessex - 04-03-2017 I AM IRON AND I FORGE MYSELF Balenokorn, comes the correction, throaty and apprehensive, but not aggressive, despite clearly displayed warning sign. Wessex maintains most of her distance, taking only a few steps forward, flicking her ears forward to better hear the spiney mare’s words. A wide smile of delight (the same she reserves for Nimue) spreads as the newborn tries to greet her. Of course, she does not blame the other for being protective of her companion. It seems like it must be almost instinctual - like protecting a child (which she has neither desire or urge to do). W E S S E X @Aquila @Iskra RE: eloviĝo [hatching] - Iskra - 04-08-2017 @Aquila |