@Nora - they are on the northern rim of Hidden Falls
[OPEN] Birds of a feather
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@Nora - they are on the northern rim of Hidden Falls
Pinnacles of enormous girth claw at the sky – their faces are pale and serrated. Their crowns are topped with grey and cloaked in smoke. Noah leads me beyond the high-rise…and as we pass from that sheltered arena of evergreen into a bleaker, greyer reality...my immersion into the facade of comfort and security becomes tarnished once more. I couldn’t help but twinge with a sudden desire to turn abruptly, abandon him and return to the dark hope behind those walls; conceal myself from the world beyond them. Memories of our ascension are blurred, shapeless…I couldn't recognize (no matter the struggle) anything about the mark-less abyss below. Barren, forsaken. Mini me scowls, wearing her disapproval openly while I survey the neighboring territories. At our current height, the wind smarts against my body, tugging warmth from these bones. Legs quiver, reflexively tightening their hold against my belly as these feathers pump, thrusting hard to gain lift. Uncertainty sparks, charging up a storm of suppressed afflictions. Warily, I look to the firm, experienced eagle as those bubbles of dread climb into the back of my throat and lodge themselves within the folds. A question spins itself into view, 'what did he want from these lands?' Irises shift, narrowing ahead -- aiming for the imaginary point of his destination (as if it would come into view.) Other notions rise from the murk of insecurity and doubt. Where is leading me? And why? We didn't have the capacity to cross into the subject of where or why he intended to go...but that didn't stop me from wondering... Why me? Absently, (dazed) my eyes catch on his wings; a familiar goblet of intrigue drips into the murk. For a single instance he becomes something elevated above that of a moral man... My subconscious uses that inkling of interest to drive my squelched courage forward, ‘learn from him, you can't hid forever.' There was always a cue to unfurl, to rise above circumstances...but... Just one step. Learn one thing. Humoring the notion, I fixate on his powerful arms which (for whatever reason) invoke my inspiration; pouring my concentration on those tiny details. Studying how those feathers yield into the updraft, or how he rode the air with smooth…effortless grace. For the next few hours, my inquisitiveness makes use of our forced silence to study his strokes and mimic (tailor) a few styles. From the spiraling (hawkish manner) he twists, embracing the warmer currents of air; to when those gilded pinions arch into the upswing, expertly plying a fuller thrust and drag. Over time, my stride becomes lengthened; I practice descending and finding that (newly discovered and greatly appreciated) wind-stream alone. While I'm caught up in those secret lessons, I didn’t notice (at first) the familiar stiffening of worn muscles; nor how the tingling had begun to branch from where meat connects to wither and joints hinge upon both shoulder and breast. Ligaments groan, resenting my demands. These lungs heave, panting for oxygen....“N-noah…” that wispy call is brushed off... my voice is simply too soft for his ears to detect at such a distance. Left with no perceivable choice but to warm toward the idea of descending alone. These arms gradually slow their driving momentum and drop below that murky cloud cover. Astonishment escapes on the next gasp for air. Oh my! Gone is the barren, bleak scenery...instead, a tangle of foggy, moisture heavy greenery consumes the landscape. These optics widen in their sockets, drinking the change of scenery. I could see the haze of silvery waterfalls in the distance and feel their cumbersomeness greeting of humidity... Relief splashes over the levy...doubling to a breach when Noah sinks. Minutes later, these ivory pinions have drawn up, arching as they back-paddle and alight my slight frame into the cushioned earth at a thudding canter. @Noah - Sorry for the wait!
05-08-2017, 05:03 AM
@Isopia and @Amaris - you are welcome to join if you are still interested :)
05-09-2017, 06:53 AM
Noah…
Nora… Norahh?... It was a whisper, a hint, a trick of the wind against her ears. The day was descending into afternoon, which would soon descend further into evening, and then twilight, night, midnight… Amaris had no intention of lingering that long outside the borders of her home, but by the same token she was not in a hurry to move, to return, to leave the comforts of the pocket of lush pasture she had found, and resume what one might call 'normal herd life routine'. It wasn't that she hated her routine, her 'duties', minimal though they were, but she, like everyone else, was well entitled to a break, a moment of respite. Besides, one of her duties was to think, and she did that no matter where she went, so she wasn't really shirking her duties so much as 'working remotely'. The wind was playing tricks on her, rustling, rumbling, imitating the sounds of other beings nearby, their voices, their footsteps - and then came the mental note, the interjection from her dragon, not the wind, he said, feathered horses from threshold, he supplied images of the pegasus he saw, recognising their far-less-bloodier frames from the recent foray into the Threshold. Amaris raised her crown, determining the position of her bonded with a quick thought. Hidden, in a tree, overlooking a neighbouring clearing, she confirmed, before urging her limbs into motion and drifting smoothly towards the area. Her interest was piqued for various reasons, notably she was pleased to know that the pair were alive and well, though she was concerned about the amount of choice they had in deciding where they would reside once safely within Helovia's borders. Had the gelding who had so swiftly ignored her presence taken them to his home in the north, braved the potentially treacherous weather with weakened followers and immersed them into his herd? Had he even asked them, or informed them, of what they were getting into? Were they even aware of how much freedom they had, how many choices they had, that they could change their mind, choose a different path, if they so desired? A soft, musical note rustled up from her throat, its tones half dragon and half equine, its intent friendly, warm, welcoming, like a lingering ray of sunshine on a cooling Orangemoon afternoon. Ears pricked as she rounded the last curve of a tree's perimeter, pools of gold looking forward to capture the figures of the pegasi for herself. "Hello," she offered, the word sculpted carefully, her eyes roaming over their tired, travel-worn bodies, the curiosity and concern showing on her face - she would not hide the worry she felt for their wellbeing, though she was also relieved again, to see them whole and unharmed. The dragonmare paused her steps a good few strides away from them still, as she had when she first laid eyes upon them in the Threshold, unwilling to encroach so far upon their bubble of comfort that she triggered undue distress. "It is good to see you both standing," she added, her smile as warm as the tones she spoke, her posture easy - she had Dramyrth still watching the area for her from his hidden spot amongst the canopy, his golden scales blending easily with the changing, golden tones of the turning leaves, his eyes scouting the lands around them for any danger. She felt secure, and her body language said as much, as she greeted the two once more, for a second time, though perhaps it would be more productive than the first. Amaris drákos istoría on deviantart @Nora No need to mirror my post length - I have a horrible case of the rambly writer syndrome!
I like being tagged!
You are always welcome to 'try' and use force/magic on Amaris, but similar to spar posts, leave it to me to decide how the damage is taken please~
05-21-2017, 06:52 PM
Lush blades of wheat embrace me – their smooth lips scratch gently over these churning, painted legs. Even before I’ve come to a stop, Noah has drawn near. Irises tilt up, continuing a tradition of flustered bewilderment in regards to the concern riding on his regal, honest expression and coloring his choice of words. Velvet sensors burn at their tips...but they elevate from that downcast position and allow the beginnings of a meek smile to birth. Somehow, I find the air (while gasping) to respond agreeably, hopefully alleviating his worry, “I…” jaws work, pausing mid-breath as that throttle eases off, “good.” The butt of my snout flutters, drawing in those wonderful, honeyed scents as they drift over to us. From somewhere in those cloaks of ivy, the pale caps of ivory nectar lay. Unseen by him, the inner workings of these jaws have begun to salivate; signaling a familiar rumble in my gut. Mini me broadens her delight, welcoming the raw enticement…exploring the yearn for those exotic spices. The cavity within my breast still throbs and without the constant thrust of wind, sweaty patches are free to develop beneath my northern coat. These arms remain drawn apart, rejecting the idea of sheathing upon moist contours. Jowls crease, giving voice to reminiscence, "Nous sommes venus ici avant..." Though this damp world is different at ground level -once the rush has been removed from my ears- I find his destination to be recognizable by the nearby downpour of weeping water. Curiosity bubbles to the surface, tracing the tangled webbing of kudzu and beyond... “Follow?” He instructs after a moment to settle. Limbs shuffle obediently, wholly tethered by countless necessities in pursuit of the eagle. Noah doesn’t hurry, in fact – his lax pace gives me the excuse to snag mouthfuls of succulent grass. Behind us, a near silent collection of beige hinds enter the clearing, crossing in our wake. From the corner of my vision, they take off from their carefree amble, quickening into a dash! A sharp, anxious injection filters into my blood stream -- trembling ears snap rearmost while my delicate head rises, pivoting for the source. These jaws tighten around the zealous mouthful which pokes from either end. Cautious, quivering steps lean me closer to my guardsman as the shadows wane and a tawny hued stranger emerges. “Hello,” ears flick upright, casting fear aside and curling favorably toward the plated woman. Hurried, I chew quickly and murmur with the half a mouthful still in the process of working downward, “hi.” Another outbreak of words, but none breach the bars of my invisible prison. A hazy plethora of memories slide into view; this…is the same girl from before. She’d been in the company of a dragon… An ecstatic beam surges front and center. The dragon! Up till now, my focus hasn’t been on the absence of magic. I dismissed the missing talents as a curse or payment for my new life when they didn’t reemerge. But...dragons are regarded as creatures of great wisdom; without a doubt, if anyone could restore me, he could. Mini me lurches forward, excitable jitters racing down her spine, ‘ask,’ she naturally assumed that the mythical creature would dispense of the barrier. Temples arch, searching that beautiful, scaled flesh and those curious webbed arms...but...no serpent of legend. @Noah
06-05-2017, 12:50 AM
@Amaris | I'm so sorry for being an ass and not replying sooner.
Joy was evident in her grin as she watched them, whole and complete, easing their appetites on the lush grasses, enjoying the surrounds much like she was. The Hidden Falls were barely hidden anymore, without the protection of the Earth God or a herd to guard the borders, and Amaris was pleased to see that despite this it still hosted life.
Golden eyes watched as recognition washed over the two, and she was pleased once more that her presence was met with welcome, and not fear or distaste. Honestly, she was surprised at the gift of gratitude, for she had not done much that fateful day in the Threshold to aid them - not true, came Dramyrth's sharp note, as he recalled perfectly just the lengths his dragonmare bonded had gone to, to ensure these perfect strangers' survival. Without you, no healer. Without you, they would be a feast for many a beast, he reiterated as he flashed the memories of that day through their bond, sharp and clear from his draconic perspective. "You are most welcome.." she began, before realising that their names were one thing she had not collected that day, nor had she given her own. With a smile, she added in warm tones, "forgive me, I don't believe we've been properly introduced - we were a little distracted last time; I am Amaris, and my companion, ensuring our safety from those trees -" she indicated towards the trees behind her with the tilt of her tiara "- is Dramyrth." She hoped they would offer their names in turn, though she would not necessarily press them for it if they deigned to keep it a secret. "I do hope you have found someplace safe to rest your weary selves since 'that' day?" She could not help the curiosity, the desire to ask, to probe into exactly what kind of treatment they had been given since they left the Threshold, led blindly by the gelding, ushered by fear and circumstance. How much did they know about Helovia, if anything? Were they given a choice when they left the Threshold, to turn away - certainly with a welcome like they received at the borders, Amaris might not have continued on deeper into lands of unknown danger and peril - but then, Amaris did not know for certain that the tiger who had attacked them had been anything but a 'normal' Helovian tiger. Amaris drákos istoría on deviantart @Nora No need to mirror my post length - I have a horrible case of the rambly writer syndrome!
I like being tagged!
You are always welcome to 'try' and use force/magic on Amaris, but similar to spar posts, leave it to me to decide how the damage is taken please~
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