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wild hearts - Rexanna - 06-24-2017 Rexanna She had heard the goddess’ screeches, felt the Edge change and shift as the goddess left. The whole world felt different, she too felt different in the face of an underlying threat. And suddenly, she wasn't sure what to do anymore. Her children were grown, aside from Safiri, and without the protections of the Edge, she feared for her pale ivory princess. She even feared for her children who chose to befriend Kaos and work for the creature who was likely the one that had caused such a stir. Would they fair fine without a home to go to? There were so many questions that she wanted and needed answers but there wasn't a single soul around that could answer it. And so, she wandered the Edge, searching for something - anything - that might provide some sort of solace to the confusion and sadness and sadness in her heart. She wandered from her cave, toward the inner heart of the Edge away from the cliffs, ears low and head hovering above the ground as if she was searching for something. Perhaps she was. "Talk." @Calstron RE: wild hearts - Calstron - 06-24-2017
OOC: Scured Cal is Scured @Rexanna RE: wild hearts - Rexanna - 06-24-2017 Rexanna A brisk sigh escaped her lips creating a puff of white that encompassed the air around her face. She continued to wander, little puffs of air as she breathed in and out, trying to wrap her mind about the situation at hand. It was all so confusing, all so disheartening. She hadn't even focused on where she was going, that when she finally heard a soft crack from what must have been hoofsteps did she look up. It was like she'd seen a ghost. There stood the man from her past, standing awkwardly as though he were trying to hide. But from who? Her? Immediately her ears flicked back as she let her icy gaze run over the man that had given her the dark C sported on her chest. She wondered if he'd noticed how stark it was in contrast to her otherwise pale and gilded complexion. And finally, she wondered if he felt bad for everything he'd done. Before, when she would've ran and hid from him, something in her changed. Her posture changed, head lifting high as if he couldn't bring her down. “Cal.” She said simply, matter of fact as she looked at him trying to hide. Her ears flicked forward, hesitant and wondering if he'd try something again. Every single incident with him had resulted in pain for her - this one would be different. She'd let him try to decide how it went. "Talk." @Calstron RE: wild hearts - Calstron - 06-24-2017
@Rexanna RE: wild hearts - Rexanna - 06-24-2017 Rexanna She watched as he stood, still as a statue. And when her eyes met his own fiery orange ones, part of her wanted to run away - but there was a part deep within her that wanted to go to him. With as many horrible things he had done to her, he was still the first man she ever loved. He was the first one to grace her with gifts and love and children. And as she released his name - the one she knew him by, she watched as his demeanor changed. Her ears pulled back slightly, head tilting as he spoke. Ron, hmm? What a strange name to go by considering his great lineage. A small snort of laughter escaped her lips as he asked how she was doing. Then, with a quick shake of her head, she stepped closer to him. She remained just outside of reach, but close enough to where she felt safe as she looked upon the masked man. “You'll always be Cal to me. No matter what names you give anyone else.” She mused, eyes glancing toward him once again. “I have been fine, however. Though rumor has it that you finally got to have living children.” Her words ended harshly, but with a hint of a question at the end. Kiada had told her, spoken of the man, and she knew of none else in Helovia that had the same colorings than he. After all, she would know. She'd seen every inch of the man. “So congrats.” She ended, looking down and away, wondering if he'd noticed the resemblance between herself and Kiada who had shown at the twins birth. "Talk." @Calstron RE: wild hearts - Calstron - 06-27-2017
@Rexanna RE: wild hearts - Rexanna - 06-28-2017 Rexanna She watched as his pale ears flicked forward, waiting to see if her closeness to him would cause him to attack her or simply leave her be. She figured, if the man were to try and attack, that she was better equipped than previously, able to send a spark of fireworks straight into his chest. Though deep down she hoped that it wouldn’t come to that. His next set of words caused her own pale ears to flick toward him. Her gaze lingering on his pale face, remembering the history the two of them shared with one another. Rexanna, in turn, offers him a small sigh and a nod. “I wanted him to live too, Cal.” She murmured, eyes glancing up to him, aiming to meet his fiery orange ones. It wasn’t worth it to her to argue with him about who killed their child. Though she knew it was him, had always known it was him, she knew he wouldn’t be able to understand or grasp that idea. So instead, she remained quiet, seeking out the secrets in his face if he’d allow, trying to figure out how to reconcile their ruined relationship. That was when she noticed the gilded feather tied delicately in his mane and her heart sunk. “You kept a piece of him?” She questioned quietly, nose flicking toward the feather in his mane. Her eyes lit up slightly at the sight, though pain wanted to rage through her chest. “We should name him, you know… He deserves that much.” She admitted, eyes never leaving the gilded feather. "Talk." @Calstron NOT MY BEST BUT ITS SOMETHIN! RE: wild hearts - Tembovu - 06-29-2017 Tembovu & Mwebene The small matriarch was, generally, a well-composed creature. She was demanding, curious, opinionated—but all things were done with purpose. Except today; today she had accidentally stumbled upon Devil’s Snare. The plant was had been tucked away into a moist crevice of the Edge; tantalizing green amid all the dried shrubs so late in Orangemoon. She hadn’t been sure what they were. She hadn’t eaten them before… but the slight rumbling of her stomach had overwhelmed any rational and forbidding thoughts. (Weren’t the inedible plants usually the last ones left at the end of Orangemoon?) So her small trunk had happily, greedily shoved such succulent green leaves into her waiting mouth. They had an odd taste—but they were wet and moist and green. So she ate her little heart’s content. But now… now she was paying for it. Her vision was blurry, filled with patterns and colors. Her earring was distorted—tinny, almost. Her limbs felt a thousand miles away and so very, very heavy. So the little elephant stumbled through the forest; not quite herself, and desperately trying to boss her body back into proper working function. But that didn’t exactly work. Instead, her demanding thoughts were interrupted by seeing a familiar face—at least, she thought it was a face. She sent the distorted image to her bonded, and her suspicions were confirmed by his recognition: Rexanna. Happily, the mentally-altered elephant settled into watch the familiar face—that, at least, she could focus on amidst all the jumbled mess of color that was her vision. Except…Rexanna wasn’t alone? Who was this other red blob? Again, the elephant sent her bonded the images, and recognition traveled through their bond: Ron. But who was Ron? Ron, bon, con…Chico? The small elephant’s mind happily drifted to her fluffy manticore—and such amorous thoughts morphed the vision that was before her. Rexanna and this red-blob were touching? Or was that her and Chico? What else were they doing? The small elephant’s bright blue eyes squinted amid the wrinkles of her face, trying as hard as she might to make sense of her distorted vision. What the heck was going on? [permission to crash with a mentally-altered Mbwene for plotsies :D ] RE: wild hearts - Calstron - 07-06-2017
OOC: If you wanna make one more response outta this before he poofs (Ie, his response to any of his words) then I can write it up like that for sure. @Rexanna |