| Hidden Account atk: 5.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 5 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 15.2 :: 3 HP: 62 | Buff: NOVICE |
| wanda |
He made his precarious way from the glacial mountain peaks towards the valley grass, the distant heat of the summer sun beating down on his shoulders.
Carnesîr did not mind summer, with it's warmth and the fat little bees and the trees crowned with green leaves. It was one of the more beautiful seasons in its own right, with everything emerald and jade, beryl and kelly green, and then with the sparkling sapphire skies with hardly a fluffed-up cloud to mar the dazzling ultramarine. Here in the Basin, Lothíriel Mormeriliel graced the usually succulent but drab grass with blooming flowers, verdant little things of red and gold, rich with pollen that summoned henceforth the wasps and hornets, dressed in their uniforms of gold and black, and butterflies, with wings of colored glass. For a moment, his mind drifted to the girl, the maiden garlanded by flowers, his brow creasing... and then it shifts away again, to other things not so important as watching as the child grow and learn.
He wished he could change his name. The stallion did not like Carn, lord of nothing, nor did he like the fullness of his flowing name, Lord of the Sun. How inappropriate a title for him; it was a metal crown weighing his brow down, until his muzzle nearly dragged on the earth. Maybe it would have fitted him one day, would have lifted up rather than scorn him, but now he was a twilight dryad, who flitted among the world when all was gray as his slate coat. The sun no longer appeased him as it once did, and sometimes it chilled his flesh more than warmed it. Far too oft it brooked only memories of Lólindir and Galathil, and of times in the sun when words were the only shadows.
The steam of the hot springs swirled over his skin, turning gray to onyx, as he stepped into the burning hot waters, small waves lapping hungrily at his mane.
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for @[Frost Fyre]
keeping it short and sweet to start off with
| Outcast atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5 |
| Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.3hh :: 6 Years HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Altair :: Common Cerndyr :: Starpast
prissy |
She walks with a quiet, graceful step, her split daggers carrying her through the Basin's valley, mountains surrounding the young maiden. Her steps are slow, her body swinging forward as she lurches forward, giving herself a swift burst of speed. She lets her dark banner flow behind her, whipping in the frigid winds. The sunlight beams against her body, spreading warmth over her. She inhales the fresh, crisp air. The snow and the warm light added the crispness of both air and scene.
The trees of Tallsun were all these unique shades of green, painting an intricate painting against the earth, spreading their colors over the land. Although the fae admired the warm sunlight of Tallsun, she preferred Orangemoon, when the trees began their decent into oranges and yellows and browns. That was when the sunrises and sun sets were the best, watching all the colors dance together in a beautiful manner, a ritual. During Frostfall the fae felt saddened, seeing the trees die off for the season and life seemingly halts, the days and nights all the same. But on some occasions, one can see the beautiful 'Illuminating of the Sky', in which colors of blue, green, pink and purple are thrown into a dazzling show in the sky. In the north, it happens during the night, sparkling and dazzling and dancing.
Shivering, the fae stops by the Hot spring, looking to warm her weary bodice. Marching forward, she spots a grey stallion already dipping himself into the Springs, the bubbling waters lapping at his darkening body. The maiden smiles at the man, who is not too far from her age. He must be a few seasons older, give or take. His frame was still filled with a youthful shine, showing barely any wear and tear. He did not look like an aged man, other than the beard that hung from his jaw. Nodding, the fae parts her lips to speak harmonious lyrics. "Do you mind if I join you?" She asks, glancing down at the waters. The sizzling, swishing sounds of the water beckoned her, whispered her name. She swept her tail through the air, letting it glide through the air, brushing past her hind legs. Even the steam of the springs was enough to begin heating her up, the steam wrapping over her thin frame. "May I inquire your name?" She looks at him, bringing her question from the depths of her mind. It was that question everyone asked at some point to one another. It was a common question, and one must expect it to be asked several times in their life.
"Speech."
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FROST FYRE
Second chances they don't ever matter, people never change.
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Dawn is coming
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| Hidden Account atk: 5.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 5 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 15.2 :: 3 HP: 62 | Buff: NOVICE |
| wanda |
He was not expecting company, and was unprepared for the girl approaching him, all soft, childish contours and wide eyes.
The steam curling off the waters rose between them, thick curtains of pearled mist and tides of silver fog, hot and heady on his skin. His loins tighten, his lustrous mahogany eyes drinking in the young maiden. A virgin, he would bet; but he is virgin as well, and not one to judge. Her hips are flat, not padded with the thick curves of womanhood, her shoulders narrow, and her eyes cut of jade, with depths that gleam with shattered shards of mica. From her brow thrusts forth a crown of pearl, such as the boy's himself, and he admires it, long and sharp and glittering crudely in the rough-hewn light. She is refined, but plain, elegantly painted but wrought with little elegance despite her stunning brilliance.
No, the mare is not quite so impressive as Onni or Huyana, perhaps due to her youth, lacking the grandeur of an older woman clasped with the intuitive wisdom that comes with age.
Her lips part, exposing gleaming white treasures not yet yellowed by the consumption of grass. Not milk teeth, but neither cracked and fissured. From her pretty young throat comes a voice wed to jewels and finesse, striving to be harmonious and sweet as flower pollen. It unnerves him, the flow of her voice tumbling over his ears, and he shifts back, the burning waves of the hot spring lapping hungrily at his bodice. For a moment the steam swallows her thin form, and then she reappears, an angelic sight to savor but not one to devour.
"By all means; a hot bath is ravishing." He smiles, letting a firm grin expand over his face. First it starts off slow and hesitant, and then it widens, until it positively beams at the ochre mare dipped and dabbed with charcoal and petals of creamy snow. "I am Carnesîr, and who are you?"
Are you untried, and are you ready for a sensual experience?
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| Outcast atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5 |
| Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.3hh :: 6 Years HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Altair :: Common Cerndyr :: Starpast
prissy |
He takes note of her, his pits sliding to greet her when she arrives. While she stands and waits for a response from the boy, she sees his lips open, his words flowing. "A hot bath is ravishing." His smile spreads across his face, devouring his features in an eerie yet welcoming grin, his eyes almost appearing to call her into the soothing waters. Returning the smile, she begins her graceful decent into the heated water. Her muscles begin to tingle, relaxing under the blanket of warm water. She nestles herself across from the stallion, staring at him.
Again, his words are released, hitting her auds for yet another time. He announces he is Carnesir, before asking who the maiden is. She releases her smile, suddenly losing her name. It drifted away from her in the steamy air, sliding from her grasp. The name her mother had given her... the name she was to carry... what was that name? What was that label she had been given a year and some odd months ago, the label she first heard from her mothers lips? She has suddenly lost her identity, lost her ID card somewhere in her vast expanse of a mind, letting her name escape her little hands. The glaze that had covered her distant green eyes is suddenly wiped away, and she is drawn to the present."Frost Fyre... that is my name." She blinks, dazed. For a moment she had forgotten who she was, what her life had built her to be. But she was still an unfinished building, the many thoughts she hid stashed away in the lowest levels, the farthest places to grasp.
She inhales steam, her nostrils spreading open to take in and release the air. She swipes her tail, emerald eyes wandering. The curtain of warm, foggy air swishes open for a moment, revealing the chilling Basin, the mountains look hazy, distorted and blurry from behind the thin curtain of steam. She parts her lips again, wishing to end the silence between her and Carnesir. "Do you have any stories to tell, Carnesir?" She asks, her words coming out of the blue. She looks at him, thinking stories were a traditional thing to ask for, since they were always fun to exchange. The fae herself had many stories to share, stories of the invasion of the edge and stories of the Rifts. She had stories about her mother's land as well... Her mother... She holds back her tears, not wishing to cry before the stud.
"Speech."
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FROST FYRE
Second chances they don't ever matter, people never change.
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Dawn is coming
open your eyes
| Hidden Account atk: 5.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 5 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 15.2 :: 3 HP: 62 | Buff: NOVICE |
| wanda |
She slips into the water, coat turning black as oil, the snow on her rump turning an iron gray, coming close to him. He can almost feel her heat, and her body, flexuous and sinuous, swallows up the world before him, until he cannot tear his eyes away from her whimsical allure and cultivated charm. Altogether she is rather more glorious than he first realized, Carnesîr decides. There is a certain undeniable diaphaneity to her, glowing in her ochre skin and glittering in her brilliant eyes.
Frost Fyre, she declares uncertainly, and she pronounces 'fire' in a way peculiar enough to have him decide it's not spelt normally. "Frost..." he answers, letting the word roll off his tongue cleanly, imagining it fall into the hot water between them. "A most befitting name for a lovely young girl," he smiles, wondering his the flirtatious note in his voice will rub off on her.
For a long moment they are silent, the quiet deliciously thick between them. Across her body runs his eyes, wandering over again and again, curious and inquisitive, but hungry too, starved for the seductions of her sleek bay torso. All he can think of is how depraved he is, of sexual relationships and the incalescence of bodies twining together, tails twirling and pearl horns clicking, the meeting of tiger eyes. Does she notice the longing in his eyes, the tightness of his loins only loosened by the warmth of the hot waters?
He steps closer to her, invading on her space, reaching out lightly in an attempt to wander the tip of his pale horn down her cheek (seductively, with any luck.)
The water scalds his skin, and she asks for a story. Carnesîr's lips twitched into a sly smirk, but his eyes shone with pure elation. "Of course!" He exclaims, neck curling, the thin muscle of his crest tightening in a weak attempt at the butch strength of other horses. "A story, hmm... you'll have to give me one in return. There are many I know- I am a scholar. Which kind of story do you want? Tragedy, horror, comedy, one with a happy ending?"
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| Outcast atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5 |
| Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.3hh :: 6 Years HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Altair :: Common Cerndyr :: Starpast
prissy |
He repeats her name, only the first word of it. She smiles and nods her head gently, her eyes gently closing for a moment. They flicker open suddenly, the emerald eyes showing surprise when he calls her a lovely young girl. The tone in which he speaks, the way his words flow, they make her insides quiver with a sensation, one she once felt before. But this feeling felt stronger now, and it wasn't her who was generating this feeling. It was like someone was dragging a feather down her spine, dragging it down to her stomach to tickle her gut. She smiles a delicate, gentle smile. "Thank you... Carnesir." If the maiden had the ability to blush, she would have turned a bright, intense red. No one had complimented her before, not ever. Saying thank you was the only way she knew how to respond, her mind being wiped off all thoughts when those words rolled from his lips.
She watches, standing bare before the man. He seems to... undress her, peeling away what she shows the world, digging deep to the beauty she hoards within. She watches as he outlines her unique curves, her youthful physique being scanned over and over again by his needy, eager eyes. She watches the way he stares at her, a deep, hungry look is drawn to Carnesir's eyes as he looks at her. She looks back at him, giving him a little bit of a teasing, taunting stare. She lifts the corner of her lips, only one side raising up in a half smirk. She lowers her lids, giving herself an alluring, teasing expression to her face. She watches as he moves forward, and she allows him to move forward, wandering deeper into her space.
He slides his horn down her cheek, an attempt to be flirtatious as they stand together in the springs. He withdraws when she speaks about exchanging stories, and he pulls his neck up, a smirk on his kissers. He states he is a scholar, and she lets out a soft giggle, a fragile grin on her delicate lips. He offers her many options, and she tries to think of one. She smiles, opening her lips to speak more of her harmonious lyrics. "The latter. I need something more to take me from the depths." She looks to Carnesir, wondering if he would ask any questions about her last sentence, or if he would pass it by without caring of her troubles.
"Speech."
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FROST FYRE
Second chances they don't ever matter, people never change.
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Dawn is coming
open your eyes
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