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04-27-2016, 03:18 PM
björn & machiko It had been hours since the last conversation broke the silence surrounding them. It was heavy without the beast’s voice, even if it may have surmised to his gravelly grunts and snorts. Machiko preferred the tone of her own voice above the thoughts that made passage with them. All she could offer were her complaints though, and knew better than to spoil the day with the stallion’s irritation and sharp quips. The day had drug further on than all the other days before it, even if the sun had risen later or sank sooner than what was expected. Time was endless in a perpetual stall; a conundrum when one did not have the purpose or the defined goals to spur them on. Without the ability to shorten their days of walking, or the dreams for which they no longer grew fond of. With a heavy sigh pressed behind her lips, the young mare’s eyes drifted further up into the sky. Her lonesome friend, her impartial visitor as he began to change into the dark ink, the expanse of space and its historical monuments twinkling with light. The last of the sun’s rays finally dwindled, imparting brief and sloppy kisses, forced along by the domain of emptiness – and the holes punctured by the worlds away. Machiko had wondered once, if the sky was merely an ocean; where other beings looked down, opposite of to bask in the mysterious abyss. Without wings to test such claims, she remained content with her fanciful theories, unhinged by logical circumstances and guided by simple musings. “Huh?” She’d bumped into him, again. She was tired, you could tell in her voice. Abandoning all desire to play the courtly mask. “What is it?” Alarm etched into her voice, her whisper somewhat harsh; could it be them again? Those who pursued them? It may have only been months since their last encounter, but the agents who tracked them were known for their relentless pursuits. Especially if the reward paid double, and the incentives secured their reckless habits. “Quiet,” his voice rumbled, steadily permeating the air between them. He could sense her tension, though his focus lay elsewhere. The waft of the other bodies, inhabiting the forests beyond them prickled his senses. It was a small, minute wave of air; on the edges of a land none of them knew existed this far out from the kingdom. Scanning the forest, and the sky above them, the giant glanced back with a subtle tilt to his head. “Do you not smell it?” Amusement hinting at the girl’s lack of focus. She frowns, her bottom lip twitches – annoyed most likely, that she missed the que and fumbled for the clue. With a haughty huff from her little throat, she skirts beside him and steps a few strides ahead. Standing at attention. The bronze clad knight reaches out to nudge her rump, nipping the child as he crawled beside. “Keep close.” “I’m right here Björn. If we are trespassing, they’ll kindly remind us and move us on our way.” She was teasing of course, her voice was flat as she lowered her proud head and glanced side ways with a tired smile. But he could see the light glimmer of hope taking hold of her eyes. The want for a place to stay, to resume their travels and wallow in stillness; just for a moment, respite before some lord or another required their dues. Whether it came with the price of blood or not, settled uneasily within Björn. He had one true objective; and he would keep it to its bitter end. The stallion raised his head up, his bright crown – a nuisance, when it came to creeping and crawling away from danger – leading their march into the Threshold. His muscles coiled, while ears flicked and fluttered with the noises of the forest. The wind was playing tricks on him, the shadows taking form, surrounding himself and the precious cargo walking along. One silly mistake, one bad move – and they too would be consumed by the cold, unyielding sting of death. there's a war going on inside of me tonight
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