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Tilney Posts: 288
World's Edge Moon Doctor atk: 4 | def: 9 | dam: 6
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.2hh :: VI HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Peatree :: Lesser Fruit Bat :: None Neverrmind
#1

Pain. He felt a pinching sting on his ear. 
"COME ON Tilney!" Carlisles gentle voice echoed. His eyelids sleepily flicked, opening to find his sisters identical pair of verdant orbs staring back. The splashed doe had her teeth firmly gripping his left ear, pulling until he woke. "I'm awake!" Tilney cheered, raising his head from the grassy, floral pillow he'd spent the night on under a tree. Snorting sharply, ashen nostrils vibrating against the current of breath as he lunged off his back legs into a tired, stretching stance. Flicking his bronze ears, Tilney eyed his sister "That hurt!" He whinged, but laughed as he complained. 

Tilney had promised Carlisle that he would journey with her to the Thistle meadow; She had not properly seen it yet, and he had promised her on their last meeting that he would show her the river; It was one of his most favorite spots in all of Helovia.
The duo set off at quite the pace; a raging gallop was the speed Tilney usually travelled when he was excited. His cloven hooves took him swiftly over the varied terrain; It wasnt long until he found himself in the outskirts of the meadow. "Not much further to the river!" He called to his sister. Carlisles small painted frame was no where to be seen though. 

This happened too often; She disappeared and showed up whenever she pleased and it did get on Tilneys nerves ever so slightly. Perhaps she will find her own way there.
Tracing over grass, flowers and of course thistles, Tilney threaded his way to the river he loved to much. Standing over the gushing stream on an ashy rock, He gazed downwards contently. It wasnt long before he gave in to the temptation and slipped into the stream, which was deep enough to just lick his neck and leave most of his belly and hind quarters cool and wet.


tilney
And Oh there is more to this life

 

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Cera the Golden Prince Posts: 419
Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 4.5
Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.3hh :: 6 Years HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Ilaria :: Red Panda :: Heal Brit
#2
Cera
the Golden Prince

Soft verdant eyes blinked peacefully, arousing from his unforeseen nap with a soft shake and roll of thin blades. The air was crisp and scented with the wildflowers still stubbornly rooting themselves to the vestiges of autumn that gave them life, attempting to soothe him back into sleep with the subtle aroma. Nay Cera, we've rested too long. Ilaria's voice was no shock, the two had grown up together, their souls melding into a singular entity that could not be separated any longer. The edges of their individual souls would surely be impossible to discern if they were visible, and her words roused him better than any mother's voice could to a slumbering foal. Not that Cera had ever experienced such a tender, meaningful gesture. Don't dwell on it, came the soft voice inside his head once more, and Cera sighed quietly into the crisp air. No, today was not a day to be lingering on the blackness of his past. 

Too-large pale wings rose from his sides, shuffling and stretching, primaries brushing against brittle stalks and stems that rattled softly. Would you like to fly today? Soft paws patted at his neck, touching up the intricate braid that had come into existence due to her efforts as well. No, perhaps we can go swimming? Before it gets too cold? Ilaria wiggled against his shoulderblades, and Cera laughed at her enthusiasm. The red panda loved swimming, though Cera knew he'd have to find a relatively shallow part of the creek. He'd not lose her to the current if she swam out too far and was swept away. 

Maybe I can put flowers in your braid while we travel, Ilaria hummed thoughtfully, eyeing the remaining blossoms with clear greed. They did not bloom well in the Throat, and she did not often get to decorate her favorite pastime. Cera rolled his eyes fondly and laughed, already setting out at an easy, gentle pace that would allow her to lean out and grab any flowers that caught her eye. Ilaria squeaked happily and raced up and down the length of his marginal coverts, Cera extending his wing happily to support her minimal weight. She plucked them as they walked along, racing back and forth from the pile she'd left on his wing and the braid, planting and twining their stems happily into the pale tresses. 

Better hurry, we're almost to the stream, Cera teased softly, flashing an image of her flowers floating down the river. Ilaria slapped him affectionately on the crest of his neck, inspiring a mischievous little giggle from the Prince. I'm done anyways, she huffed as she placed the last few flowers in his hair. Now you're a princess, not a prince, Ilaria pointed out smugly, and Cera turned and clacked his teeth at her in playful warning, sending her skittering and chattering her laughter down the expanse of his wing. He was tempted to lower it to watch her slide and cling to him, but he really did want to swim. 

Ilaria slipped down off his wing regardless, shimmying down his foreleg, halting Cera's progress for a moment before she went scampering off towards the water. Cera trailed after her smiling, until he saw that Ilaria was rather running down the bank instead of splashing into the water. Are you looking for a good spot? Ilaria's confirmation wasn't exactly verbal or audible but it came across loud and clear, and Cera laughed and trotted after her, wings hanging loose and golden primaries dipping into the water intermittently. 

There's someone else here! Cera lifted his face to look across the river at Ilaria's declaration, and was embarrassed to find that there was. How had he not noticed? Then again water did wash and dull scents, he tried to comfort himself. Maybe we should move further - of course Ilaria did not like that plan and went shooting across the pebbles to dive into the water. "Ilaria!" Of course the panda did not listen to him and went paddling out to the stallion, peering at him and clambering onto the bank on the other side, nearer to the antlered stag. Cera flushed in embarrassment at her antics, scolding her where the stranger could not hear. I don't need you trying to set me up with friends, Ilaria! The panda merely scoffed. You're like a hermit. Suck it up, Cera.

Stepping into the water up to his knees, Cera smiled shyly at the stallion, wings ruffling and showing his embarrassment by inverting towards his chest. "Sorry about her," he apologized softly, pointedly staring at Ilaria for a moment before turning and facing eyes as green and vibrant as his own. Oh, he thought dumbly, and Ilaria cackled in his head. Handsome? But Cera shoved her from his head forcefully, not wanting to listen to her smug laughter. "May we join you?"

Not super important but Cera's braid looks like a looser version of this! With various flowers because Ilaria is a diva lol
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Tilney Posts: 288
World's Edge Moon Doctor atk: 4 | def: 9 | dam: 6
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.2hh :: VI HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Peatree :: Lesser Fruit Bat :: None Neverrmind
#3


The traveller sank further into the cool aqua, his bronze coat turning a whole spectrum of shades darker as it became saturated and cleansed. Casting his sight over the sea of green around him, he noticed he was quite alone. Birds flicked and flittered between their houses in the canopies, the occasional mother sparrow dancing around the rock pools to catch a drop of water before continuing the hunt for a winters den. "Good day" Tilney might say to each creature whistling by. This was a brute who really did not mind the fact that they never replied, he understood that they could not speak his language and he could not speak theirs; He would greet them the only way he knew how.

Verdant eyes then cast downwards at the water. Staring back at him was his own big nose and ivory snip. His nose looked so big he could hardly see his eyes, and so he began to tilt and turn his head to find a more flattering angle, but he couldn't seem to find one. I do have a rather big nose he thought, smirking ever so slightly before his gaze once again traced back up to the meadow. This time the green sea carried a passenger; a splash on the horizon in the shape of a pegasus.
Wow. Tilney was a stallion who envied very little. He was ever thankful for his life and everything in it, but one thing that pulled at those few strings of jealousy in his chest were the pegasi. Such an unearthly, supreme, heavenly race. Tilney would give so much just to fly once. 

Dreams and wonder filled his head as that smudge came closer, splashes of gold were now in view. Tilney wondered exactly what the trees looked like from above. And the rivers! oh, the rivers. He bet they looked like veins, supplying the very fruit of life to each seed and creature on its travels to the sea. How nice it must be to have wings! Just a few beats and you're somewhere else. 
Now Tilney had expected this awe-inspiring creature to have changed its course by now. Going through this part of the meadow would add a bit of time to ones journey, but closer and closer it came. It was then he noticed that perhaps this very spot was the creatures destination; it was after all possibly the best swimming spot in central helovia.

The winged one had approached; A lad of similar height but his stance much more athletic then his own thick, muscular form. Painted was he, a palette of ivory and gold with his own striking viridescent shade in his eyes. Opening his mouth to greet the stranger, Tilneys voice was interrupted at the sight of a small bear-like creature rushing from the painteds wing and into the water not far from Tilney. 
'Ilaria!'
Ever so slightly Frightened of the patterned animal, but curiosity took over as he watched it paddle right around him to a close by bank. By then a wide grin had fallen on the bronze bucks countenance, which traced back through the water to the other male. Apologies were made, but Tilney could hardly understand for what; this small bear was beautiful! 
"Oh, No! It's quite alright my friend. I have never seen these bears before! How beautiful she is" was the bronzes response, eyes easily finding their way back to the unfamiliar but enchanting creature. "Hello there, beautiful bear" Tilney whispered to her. He could only assume she was one of those companions he had seen from time to time. Like Arah's Wynter! Oh, Arah. He didn't go a day without thinking about her fifty- no, fifty-thousand times. 

'May we join you?'
"Of course!" Tilney chanted, then quickly glanced to either side of him to see where he could step to make room for who he already considered a fabulous new friend. "My name is Tilney, I am a nurse of the World Edge" was his over-excited bellow as he waded to a nearby rock, closer to the streams feeding source; a small but grand waterfall. "From where do you hail? and may I ask your names?" His ashen nares tossed between the painted and the patterned, smiling widely towards them.


tilney
And Oh there is more to this life


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Cera the Golden Prince Posts: 419
Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 4.5
Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.3hh :: 6 Years HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Ilaria :: Red Panda :: Heal Brit
#4
Cera
the Golden Prince

The cherub was already stumbling clumsily through the water before his nervousness could choke and strangle the joy from his lungs, water clinging cold and eager against his skin as luxuriant eyes caught glimpses of one another in some wide-eyed silent introduction. Ilaria’s presence tore the stranger’s eyes from his, and Cera’s breath left him in an embarrassed rush. Has my loneliness not eased, even after all this time, that you would try to do this to me once more? It was asked softly, sincerely, and Ilaria’s only response was an undulating wave of sympathy and sad admission to the truth he’d known lay within her before he’d put words to the question. At least the stranger could not see the flash within the depths of his optics, too enamored with Ilaria and the way she cut through the water, familiar and easy despite her diminutive form. Slicing apart the awkwardness of the two males’ encounter with her presence as easily as her body cut through the water.
 
Of course Ilaria was won over instantaneously by the warm adoration, appealing to the vanity she denied owning. Cera stood half in the water, feeling out of place, crushingly and pitifully hopeful. Though the words were soft, they were audible over the bubble of the river, even if they were meant for Ilaria. The panda preened, happily letting the river carry her over to Tilney, trying to bump into him like a boat against a cargo ship, anchor herself with a soft paw patting at the swell of his shoulder and a thick bushy tail trying to tickle up against his belly. You’re a terrible, greedy beast, Cera chided, only for Ilaria to chitter at him in a way he knew was purposefully smug. When Tilney whispered to her, as so few did to companions, Ilaria’s big amber eyes flitted intelligently to find eyes so like her Prince’s. She chittered and squeaked softly, knowing he could not understand her but intent on showing him that she understood him, and was quite endeared by the compliment.
 
“She says thank you,” Cera translated softly, not wanting to break whatever communion the two were engaging in. “And truly you’ve likely won her over for life,” was admitted on an effervescent laugh, eyes asparkle with mischievous joy. “She can be quite vain.” Ilaria of course slapped her tail through the water and chittered at him, though Tilney was luckily not subjected to her rather colorful, pointed language through their bond. Which of course only prolonged Cera’s laughter, to hear it resounding in his head as surely as his own voice. Only underscored by the stag’s eager affirmation, shuffling around in the shallows to edge closer to the waterfall, clearly inviting Cera further into the depths. The cherub obliged, smiling warmly and wading further, wings billowing out across the top of the water like shimmering clouds of gossamer whiteness.
 
“Thank you,” he made sure to remember to say, considering they’d been the ones to interrupt the poor fellow’s bathing and not the other way around. He certainly hadn’t been required to be so friendly, nor invite them in to stay any longer than simple pleasantries would have dictated. It was no hardship to say the words even if they hadn’t been warranted, for Cera was simply pleasant through-and-through.
 
“She’s a red panda,” the cherub clarified when he realized he’d not answered that particular question, not sure if it would mean anything to the stud but offering the knowledge nonetheless. “I’m Cera, and she is Ilaria,” though of course, Tilney may have gathered that from how Cera had shouted it so obnoxiously earlier. The panda herself was quite contenting attempting to somehow climb up Tilney’s smooth belly, her paws completely useless where they were normally adept at climbing. Her frustration would mount in time, but for the moment she was quite amused with this fellow that called her beautiful and regarded her as an equal in conversation.
 
“We’re from the Dragon’s Throat, I’m the head Forger,” was brightly tacked on as Cera waded through the water to find comfortable footing beside Tilney, where he’d vacated the area for Cera’s sake. “What made you desire to be a nurse? Ilaria has the power to heal, I’ve always been fascinated by it. But…well I don’t think I’d be a very good nurse.” There was a faint ghost of insecurity that haunted the words, for he’d certainly felt the inclination to become a nurse over the years. His proficiency for crafting had not kept him from becoming the Diviner, and yet…he had never pursued the healing arts. Ilaria made a soft sound of grief, momentarily distracted, but only directed her eyes at the painted boy from where she was happily swimming near Tilney. You still could, if you wanted to. Cera’s eyes flicked unbidden down to the ever-gruesome scar on his chest – blackened and spiderwebbed with the poison that had been laced upon d’Artagnan’s horn. I wouldn’t be a model example of how to keep yourself from injury. I couldn’t save Midas, or anybody else. I won’t do it. She went quiet, waiting until Cera gathered himself from his brief moment of introversion to take her eyes off him. Cera in turn smiled and twisted attentive, sincere face towards Tilney to obtain his answer properly. 

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Tilney Posts: 288
World's Edge Moon Doctor atk: 4 | def: 9 | dam: 6
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.2hh :: VI HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Peatree :: Lesser Fruit Bat :: None Neverrmind
#6

“She says thank you"

His voice. Why did it rattle Tilneys spine and stop his heart? It had quite a similar effect to Arah's, only he did not get the same ache in his heart that her musical voice always left him with. The cherub who waded in the cool aqua before him explained that what Tilney had said had most likely won the interesting bear over for life. The dappled airiness of this mans laugh was more then enough to let a light, cheery guffaw erupt from the crowned brutes own chest. According to the handsome winged prince, she was quite vain. It was a trait Tilney knew many females to possess , but also possibly just as many stallions could be accounted for carrying the same anxious 'quality'. Was he vain though? Tilney never thought himself to be too conscious of his appearance, but he did worry what his peers thought of him. Was that vanity? Or simply pride. Had his pride not been snatched from him as a colt perhaps this was a trait he would not be presently bearing. To say he felt humiliated when he broke his crown was an understatement. 

The plashed and painted lad thanked Tilney for giving him room, and this was noted. He was polite and obviously sensitive. A very 'treat others how you would like to be treated' kind of creature perhaps? The bronze boy admired this greatly, but he admired the painted mans wings most of all, and his incredibly handsome countenance. Now that was vain of him, but it would take much longer for this mans emotional traits to come forth; All Tilney knew of this pegasus thus far were physical traits.

The gentleman soon explained that the lemur-like bear was in fact a Red Panda. "A Red Panda!? I thought Pandas were huge, vicious bears! This one is not much bigger then a cat!" Tilney was quite enchanted by what he had just learned. Perhaps she was only a babe and would soon grow into a creature that fit his description. 
And finally, an introduction. Cera was this angels name, and the panda was Illaria. Laughing again, tilneys viridescent gaze turned to the bear scratching at his belly and making every attempt to climb up. Dipping his antlers into the cool water, Tilney whispered a soft "here, climb on" to the delightful creature before his attention fixed once again to the one named Cera.

"Cera and Illaria! It's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance." the flaxen stag cheered to his new friends and then again letting his gaze fall directly on Ceras minty sight-givers. "Cera is a handsome name" he uttered, jowls heating as soon as he realised what he had said. Whats got in to you Tilney!? With his hot blush Tilney turned his head to face the meadows surrounding the trio and listened to Cera sharing about where he was from and also his profession. Crafting! it was certainly an admirable trade. Soon thought he was hit with a question which took him slightly off guard in his blushing state.
“What made you desire to be a nurse? Ilaria has the power to heal, I’ve always been fascinated by it. But…well I don’t think I’d be a very good nurse.”

"Well... I do love to help others and be involved in the herd. I also am very interested in the chemistry of using flora to mend and cure! Incredible how just a few herbs can mend a festering wound and even prevent scarring, or how just one whiff of pollen from a nightshade flower can send you quite loopy! I learnt that the hard way actually, but I would like to be a Moon Doctor one day."

"Forging must be a very exciting career. What sort of things have you created?"




tilney
And Oh there is more to this life


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