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09-06-2015, 11:07 AM
but somewhere here in between the city walls of dyin' dreams
[ Really sorry for the wait, been a few hectic weeks <3 ]
He wasn't sure what to make of Entia, and it was for all the wrong reasons. He was a charming stallion with an easy smile and curious attitude, but—and this was the reason it bothered Mauja—he looked like a villain. He was draped in midnight black, with a few white accents, and one red eye. He looked like he would be grumpy, or evil, hiding as many daggers beneath his smile as Mauja once had. (Well, maybe still did. He hadn't thought about it in a while.)
But never had Mauja caught a whiff of animosity from him, of evil plots and nefarious intent, of.. of anything but the kind of muddled hope people tended to bring into Helovia. He just seemed like a mostly content charming fellow at ease with his place in the world, curious about a new home, maybe a tad of longing somewhere in there to spice things up...
And that was what made Mauja uncertain. There was no obvious flaw. There was.. he almost seemed too content, and as someone who went around these days feeling like he had been turned inside out, had had salt rubbed in his veins and the inside of his skin flayed, Mauja couldn't trust it.
Finally, he revealed a hint of darkness, though, stating he had fallen down a cliff once. One of Mauja's 'brows rose, and he was tempted to ask about it, but he let it slide—for now—and besides.. either he had come a long way since he'd taken that unfortunate tumble, or Mauja could try and gut him right here, right now, and he'd still smile that charming smile and act like everything was alright.
So. Entia remained a mystery, and Mauja hated mysteries. They made him feel uncertain, like his own place in the world was coming loose.
It was, he supposed, why he clung to the ice cold of his logic and rationality so hard—because it made him feel safe. A false safety, true, but safety nonetheless.
"It is a home," he agreed quietly, watching the mist and the trees. Maybe it would seem cold and damp to some, but Mauja had spent so long here, running as a ghost through the fog, sunlight making him shimmer as it refracted in the water droplets clinging to the edges of his hairs... And Entia went on with a grin; it should've eased Mauja, breathed some warmth back into the cooling embers, but all he felt like doing was just staring at him. Somewhere, his expectations had fallen into the gritty gutters of dark bitterness, and the easy joy and curiosity was so at odds with it that it nearly gave him a headache trying to understand.
Fortunately, Ophelia saved him, in the kind of roundabout way that things always tended to happen. She greeted the stallion, introduced herself as a spy and knowledge seeker, and Mauja was tempted to just dump Entia on her and bleed into the woodwork until things leveled out in his head again.
But that would've been rude, and unproductive, and, well, all sorts of things. Besides, he didn't have much longer to entertain the thought as Ophelia murmured about being watched, by.. her niece? A daughter of Tyradon; one of two?
Who the fuck was Tyradon?
Irma?
The owl slipped down beneath boughs and needles, a white flash seeking Tinek, finding him, and then, the child herself; smoky gray with a white skull plastered on her face, eyes of beautiful red, and a black shadow-dragon skulking with her.
"Skullface?" he breathed in surprise, but—no, this was a child, a yearling. The Skullface he had met with, the one who had called him Fallen, had been a mare grown, riddled with scars, accompanied by a beastly hound. "Wait, no—that's not her." He glanced at Entia with a slight frown, then raised his 'brows in mild amusement—but he still didn't say anything. Part of him was tempted to put on some kind of scene, in case she was there to spy (why else lurk?), but... He couldn't think of what. So instead, he shrugged to them both and turned to stalk into the shadows, until he stood a few yards in front of her—unless she ran—and simply stared at her in curious silence with his ears forward.
Of course, it would be far easier to simply question her, but Mauja had always enjoyed .. testing .. to see what would happen when he did not behave as expected.
[ @Entia @Nymeria @Ophelia ]
He wasn't sure what to make of Entia, and it was for all the wrong reasons. He was a charming stallion with an easy smile and curious attitude, but—and this was the reason it bothered Mauja—he looked like a villain. He was draped in midnight black, with a few white accents, and one red eye. He looked like he would be grumpy, or evil, hiding as many daggers beneath his smile as Mauja once had. (Well, maybe still did. He hadn't thought about it in a while.)
But never had Mauja caught a whiff of animosity from him, of evil plots and nefarious intent, of.. of anything but the kind of muddled hope people tended to bring into Helovia. He just seemed like a mostly content charming fellow at ease with his place in the world, curious about a new home, maybe a tad of longing somewhere in there to spice things up...
And that was what made Mauja uncertain. There was no obvious flaw. There was.. he almost seemed too content, and as someone who went around these days feeling like he had been turned inside out, had had salt rubbed in his veins and the inside of his skin flayed, Mauja couldn't trust it.
Finally, he revealed a hint of darkness, though, stating he had fallen down a cliff once. One of Mauja's 'brows rose, and he was tempted to ask about it, but he let it slide—for now—and besides.. either he had come a long way since he'd taken that unfortunate tumble, or Mauja could try and gut him right here, right now, and he'd still smile that charming smile and act like everything was alright.
So. Entia remained a mystery, and Mauja hated mysteries. They made him feel uncertain, like his own place in the world was coming loose.
It was, he supposed, why he clung to the ice cold of his logic and rationality so hard—because it made him feel safe. A false safety, true, but safety nonetheless.
"It is a home," he agreed quietly, watching the mist and the trees. Maybe it would seem cold and damp to some, but Mauja had spent so long here, running as a ghost through the fog, sunlight making him shimmer as it refracted in the water droplets clinging to the edges of his hairs... And Entia went on with a grin; it should've eased Mauja, breathed some warmth back into the cooling embers, but all he felt like doing was just staring at him. Somewhere, his expectations had fallen into the gritty gutters of dark bitterness, and the easy joy and curiosity was so at odds with it that it nearly gave him a headache trying to understand.
Fortunately, Ophelia saved him, in the kind of roundabout way that things always tended to happen. She greeted the stallion, introduced herself as a spy and knowledge seeker, and Mauja was tempted to just dump Entia on her and bleed into the woodwork until things leveled out in his head again.
But that would've been rude, and unproductive, and, well, all sorts of things. Besides, he didn't have much longer to entertain the thought as Ophelia murmured about being watched, by.. her niece? A daughter of Tyradon; one of two?
Who the fuck was Tyradon?
Irma?
The owl slipped down beneath boughs and needles, a white flash seeking Tinek, finding him, and then, the child herself; smoky gray with a white skull plastered on her face, eyes of beautiful red, and a black shadow-dragon skulking with her.
"Skullface?" he breathed in surprise, but—no, this was a child, a yearling. The Skullface he had met with, the one who had called him Fallen, had been a mare grown, riddled with scars, accompanied by a beastly hound. "Wait, no—that's not her." He glanced at Entia with a slight frown, then raised his 'brows in mild amusement—but he still didn't say anything. Part of him was tempted to put on some kind of scene, in case she was there to spy (why else lurk?), but... He couldn't think of what. So instead, he shrugged to them both and turned to stalk into the shadows, until he stood a few yards in front of her—unless she ran—and simply stared at her in curious silence with his ears forward.
Of course, it would be far easier to simply question her, but Mauja had always enjoyed .. testing .. to see what would happen when he did not behave as expected.
[ @Entia @Nymeria @Ophelia ]
man, I ain't changed, but I know I ain't the same
