the Rift


There is strangeness here

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He emerges like a baby chic—though less messy and thrilling—from the forest shade and instantly his skin burns in irritation from the sun. Being lonely wasn’t a good way to die, but then again neither is catching fire.

It is there he hears the whooshing sound of wings that causes him to pin his ears instantaneously. In an second movement comes from high above his reach, and below to his ground level. A mare (not too shabby on the physical representation but he doesn’t let it affect his judgment) arrives with elegance and formality. His blue eyes settle on her, watching her respectful bow of head; his ears shifting at the soft tone of her voice. He is skeptical of what she can provide him as traditional beliefs had forced him to believe he should be the provider.

Was his journey long?
His life journey or his minor adventure around the forest line of the Threshold? He would like to think his life journey had been long, horribly long, and that maybe the series of unfortunate events could just be held at a pause while he stayed within the border of Helovia. He is too young to feel so old—so worn—and to settle here would be nice; not that he had any high expectations of what Helovia could provide.

“Long enough,” is what he manages to say being the awkward anti-social stud he had turned to be. Part of him is learning the ropes once more, after all he is merely rusty. Adjusting his stance he attempts to make some sort of an effort, “I have lingered here for awhile.”

It turns out he has attracted quite the crowd—how lucky for Boltar—and a second mare arrives to his introduction. She is the opposite of Ophelia, her presence being overwhelming and eccentric. She has a sense of calmness though the energy about her flows with ambition and goals. His similarity to her own goal driven attitude instantly triggers a likeness in her appearance. Two fish from the same pond, so it would seem.

If only she hadn’t opened her mouth, and brought the company of a canine.

“I don’t do good with flattery” his response is dry, perhaps sarcastic but he doesn’t intend to be rude. He, a gentleman somewhere buried beneath his hard candy coated shell of bluntness and crotchety—attempts to focus himself on both women in general, "Boltar, of nothing if it wasn't obvious before."

Our poor boy could hardly talk, let alone flirt.

@[Ophelia]
@[Ghost]


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Messages In This Thread
There is strangeness here - by Boltar - 02-28-2015, 09:46 PM
RE: There is strangeness here - by Ophelia - 03-01-2015, 01:48 PM
RE: There is strangeness here - by Ghost - 03-03-2015, 09:45 AM
RE: There is strangeness here - by Boltar - 03-05-2015, 05:51 PM
RE: There is strangeness here - by Ophelia - 03-06-2015, 12:06 AM
RE: There is strangeness here - by Ghost - 03-07-2015, 04:22 PM
RE: There is strangeness here - by Boltar - 03-07-2015, 11:21 PM
RE: There is strangeness here - by Ophelia - 03-08-2015, 10:26 AM
RE: There is strangeness here - by Ghost - 03-08-2015, 03:43 PM

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