| Aurora Basin Phantom atk: 7.5 | def: 10 | dam: 2.5 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16 hh :: 8 yrs HP: 60.0 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Roland has decided that the Basin is much more appealing in summer; even more so now that the sun has risen. Months have passed and yet he still wakes with a start, looking for the first rays of pink light slanting over the mountains, some form of reassurance that it hasn't slipped away from him once again. After the recent fiasco, he is not so trusting of the Gods. But at least he has found his optimism once again, which must have drowned in the darkness long ago, only to be revived when the sun returned. In many ways he has found happiness in the new year, but there are still some things missing.
Sunrise, he has found, is one thing he missed the most during the Endless Night. He is not always an early riser, but something, perhaps sentiment or restlessness, chased him from his cave and out onto the Frostbreath Steppe in time to catch the dawn. It does not disappoint.
He blinks the glare of the sun from his eyes and tilts his cheek into the watery light, bathing his coat in brilliant gold and allowing the tension to flow from his muscles like water. He sighs, looking out across the flat expanse of land and its jagged rise and fall as it makes its way towards the sea. The smell of salt is strong in the air, even from such a distance. Roland wrinkles his nose at the sharp scent, picking his way carefully across the ground. Where snow and ice once sprawled there now stood short, pale blades of grass, shivering in the warm breeze.
As far as the eye can see, the world is silent and unmoving. The stillness is peaceful, yet slightly unsettling, and Roland finds himself wishing for something to settle his gaze upon besides purple wildflowers or thin cotton clouds. He looks down at the grass and dirt beneath his feet, and then steps forwards. The cliff's edge slowly draws towards him like a gigantic mouth, opening up to reveal a thrashing sea of twilit blues and foamy white. The Impersonator looks down upon it warily, as if the ground underfoot might suddenly give way and send him plummeting into the violent waters. The sound of waves fills his ears with a dull roar, vibrating right to his very core in a soothing sort of way, yet he is still unsettled by the way the trench yawns threateningly before him. He chuckles to himself, as if this cowardice that is as much a part of him as any other trait has grown to be more humorous than exasperating.
A salty wind blows the stallion's forelock across his eyes as he draws away from the edge, turning back to look across the flat and empty steppe. Loneliness, he decides, is the same colour as the orange glow from the sun.
@[Seiren]
Push your luck if it makes you a promise
that turns con men honest.
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10-26-2013, 08:38 AM
(This post was last modified: 11-03-2013, 05:53 AM by Seiren.)
Your life means nothing to me.
Despite the picturesque orangey-pink sunrise, Seiren had beaten the rising view. The silver was awake and now ready to start another day. Not that she actually had anything to look forward to, but for some reason she could just not let herself sleep. The fae liked being conscious, so she could know what the world brought. And she also needed to be on guard for as long as she could because she was the only one who could fend for herself. Survive off of anything she could with the world against her. Her thoughts did not help either, always doubting her, telling her that she was not good enough. Seiren lived in a world of loneliness.
Grey hooves trudged towards the cliffs edge. Orbs were drawn to each lazy step, but she was barley paying attention to her surroundings. Seiren was again lost in her haunting thoughts. At this point she did not care where she was going as long as she found something interesting to do. Usually she was entertained by the same old things, such as flowers or trees. But even so those things barley kept her focus.
The only thing that she king of enjoyed was meeting other souls so she could bring them down. She truly looked forward to it because most of the time she could scar the others for life, taunting them in her cunning ways. Seiren kept her mask secure so that no one could truly see the hideous scars which were beneath her skin. She was the one who was scared, hurt, and lonely. So the fae took it out on others so she could make herself feel better. It was not like she had anything else to loose. No one loved her, no one cared for her, and no one wanted her to be a part of the world. They felt as though souls like her were ruining it.
Orbs finally snapped forwards. Seiren could feel another presence lurking by. Scanning the now enlightened area, she spotted the large golden figure. Roland? She wondered as she walked closer. Now she could truly see his features. His coat was shining as bright as the illuminant sun. His eyes were still electric blue and seemed to be filled with loneliness such as the ocean beneath the cliff’s edge. He was so…enticing. Seiren almost choked as he looked like a whole new figure. From the last time she had seen him it was a black night, only lit by the moon goddesses presence. Even with the comforting light, she could still not see Roland’s true features. But now she could really see the true him.
Slowly, she walked towards him, a wry smile approaching on her features. “Roland?” She softly called a few feet away.
{Ack. So sorry this was so horrible Glo! And that it took forever for me to reply! @[Roland] }
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| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16 hh :: 8 yrs HP: 60.0 | Buff: NOVICE |
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The sound of his name being called across the open ground sent a jolt of adrenaline through Roland’s system, head jerking around in surprise to find the origin of the sound. It was rare that he came across others on the flat steppe, and rarer still that a wanderer might know him by name. Lost in thoughts that were none too peaceful, he was convinced that a new arrival could only mean trouble. He turned, drawing away from the edge of the cliff with wary steps as his eyes swept over the empty horizon. A flash of silver caught his eye, and he turned the other way with an embarrassed start.
The face was, thankfully, familiar and unthreatening; or so he suspected. Roland knew the pallid mare standing before him had a wit as sharp as his own, and possessed less sentiment than himself. She certainly had not gained his trust in the short time they’d spent together, but he wasn’t particularly unhappy to see her. “Seiren,” he breathed, voice almost drowned out by the hiss of the sea. He stepped towards her, hesitant, and offered a warm smile. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
The thought occurred to him that perhaps it would be wise to remain on his toes with her around. He might not have had harmful intentions, but he wouldn’t be able to say the same for her. The last time they had talked he'd felt like the woman had held out one hand in friendly greeting while keeping the other tucked behind her back, brandishing a knife. Yet the warmth radiating through the air from the rising sun had sapped the tension from his muscles and soothed any irritations in his mind. He was sated and content, liquid gold against the stormy background of the distant sea below, and she seemed to have caught him in a good mood.
"It's good to see you," he added finally, tail curling around his hocks in a way that clearly exhibited his unease at being crept upon. It wasn't exactly a lie. Even if the Impersonator was wary of the sharp tongued mare, he held nothing against her for being the way she was. Roland tilted his head to the side speculatively, the watery dawn light glancing off his horn as he moved. It was a decent enough warning, even if he had no intentions of fighting with her. But his blade was drawn if the occasion called for it.
(Thanks for being patient dear! I'm still getting back into the swing of things. <3)
Push your luck if it makes you a promise
that turns con men honest.
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11-05-2013, 05:29 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-05-2013, 05:32 PM by Seiren.)
Your life means nothing to me.
Dark orbs wash over the golden figure as the roaring ocean clashes against the cliff’s side. Roland’s curiosity brought a slight chuckle from her throat as she watched him turn towards her, embarrassed. An inviting smile appears on her features as she walks quietly towards him to close the large gap between the two. Now Seiren, of course, did not trust the golden heart, but she did trust him in a sense in which he would not kill her while they were talking. And that was all the trust she needed to ensure that she would be safe. Even though Roland did not scare or intimidate her, he did bring something that Seiren had not had in a while. And that was someone to talk to, but in a normal fashion. Someone who brought kindness, not darkness, and someone who was just a genuine soul… Wait. Did she like this?
Honey coated vocals chimed over the angry seas. When he called her name a bewildered look spread across her face. The way he called her name brought a grin to her lips. She could not believe that he had actually remembered her name! No one remembered her name like that or truly even cared to. It was nice to know that there were still a few worthy souls that actually portrayed kindness to others.
Hesitantly, but ever so suddenly, she swiftly moved across the terrain to meet Roland. Her dark orbs were soft and welcoming. The gap between the two figures was closing and she was getting closer to him and the Impersonator was getting closer to the outcast. A kind smile was drawn upon her nimbus lips and she came to a slow halt before him a few feet away. Silver threaded tail cascaded behind her, like a ribbon being rippled in the wind as stood. Just enough space to feel comfortable for the both of them. Besides if she went any closer, Roland would probably move away from her anyways. They had only just met and yes even Seiren had boundaries.
“It has.” She agreed suddenly. Her orbs searched for his royal azure gaze. But Roland had been correct, it had been a while. Too long Seiren though by surprise. Wait… why did she care? The truth was she did not know. Shaking the thought of out her mind, she addressed Roland’s next statement. Again she was taken by surprise. Someone actually thought good of seeing her? Wow. This was new. And shocking. Twisting her tail back and forth she gave another smile. “It’s good to see you as well.” She stated the truth. It was not like she minded seeing him. She really did not care because he seemed kind. But again he was part of the Basin, allied with her brother. There was no telling... “So, what have you been up to since the last time we met?” She asked curiously, wanting to keep a conversation going. And then she dropped her gaze, bringing it to the ocean. Seiren waited patiently for a reply.
[No problem dear<3 Take all the time you need!]
@[Roland]
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| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16 hh :: 8 yrs HP: 60.0 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Roland stood in silence as she approached, unmoving against the roiling backdrop of waves and wind-twisted clouds, a simple bronze thumb print over a canvas of navy blue. The sun was rising in the distance, climbing over the curve of the ocean and bleeding yellow into the lightening dawn. Shadows were cast over his cheeks and wound through his ruddy mane, but his coat held a sleek, metallic shine to it. His smile was warm and welcoming as Seiren halted before him with a remark of agreement that broke the easy silence between them.
The stallion’s eyes wandered over her silver coat, which had taken on a peculiar tint in the sunlight whereas last time they had met it had been the moon bathing them in a soft, pallid glow. He, fortunately, found her black eyes not quite so chilling when they reflected an early rising dawn. If he wasn’t mistaken, there was a hint of enthusiasm in their murky depths, and he wondered if perhaps she was truly as pleased to see him as she said, reciprocating his statement with a smile of her own.
“Well, I suppose a lot has changed since I saw you last, hasn’t it? Now we have the sun and the Gods to watch over us once again,” his tone was well disguised of its reverence, eyes roaming over Seiren’s face for any hint of an unfavorable reaction. He had known of others who didn’t hold the Gods in such high regard as he. On second thought, perhaps he should have left it out of the conversation altogether. Truthfully, he himself was beginning to question his devotion to them. All his life he had stumbled about from one disaster to another and no amount of prayer had done him any good. His gaze fell to the ground, searching. He didn’t know what to believe anymore.
“I met an old friend I haven’t seen in years,” he added, to break the stiff silence, and if he left out the part that his brother in arms happened to be a Pegasus, well, no one had to know. “We fought a war together some time ago. It was nothing special.” He smiled fondly as he glanced up at the silver mare. “And you?” He enquired with a tilt of his head. Something tugged at the edge of his mind then, a memory that was more fresh than stagnant. Illynx had told him to seek out others and learn information from them; to gather news of the world beyond the icy halls of the Aurora Basin. “What does a girl get up to when she doesn’t have a herd to go home to?” It was easy to ask the question and make it harmless, curious. She had, after all, asked the same of him beforehand. The information could be lured from her without her having ever suspected a thing.
But the question had barely left his lips before guilt began to settle heavily in his chest. Maybe he wouldn’t say anything to the Basin’s Lady after all. They could just talk, companionably, and he could try to make a friend for once. The habit of manipulating was deeply seated in his psyche, encouraging him to play the role of a shark with every solid breath, but he repressed it with an imperceptible sigh.
“It’s no good to stand idle on such a lovely morning,” he stated, casting out a glance to the bleeding sky. The water reflected the sun’s strong light, shimmering over its rough surface like bits of gold riding the waves. “Why don’t we walk?”
@[Seiren]
Push your luck if it makes you a promise
that turns con men honest.
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Your life means nothing to me.
The Impersonator looked as vibrant as the sunrise. He stood out as the colors in the background splattered against the rocky cliffs and oozed into the reflection of the crashing waves. His orbs matched the sparkling blue of the ocean’s body. Seiren’s orbs trailed his orbs and then down to his coat once again for she could not get over how… handsome he looked. Now she did not like to admit to herself that there were others that could be so tempting, but she did admit to herself that Roland held some attractiveness. It must be the way the light is hitting him she thought to herself wishing the thought would leave her mind. She hated admitting this kind of stuff to herself.
Roland’s voice snapped Seiren back into reality. The girl must have been staring for a bit more than she would have liked to, because when the golden heart spoke, she caught his gaze too quickly, almost like a jolt of energy shot into her head. A slight blush ran into her cheeks because she could feel them heating up. She smiled at Roland as he spoke, trying to ignore the fact that she was acting like some immature filly. Biting her lip, she gave the gilded colored brute her attention.
Velvet tone reached her ears and they tipped forward to listen. “That’s true,” She gave a smile towards him as she searched for his gaze once again. “It’s nice to be able to actually see the world around you,” Her tone was nonchalant as she turned her attention to the world surrounding her and the Impersonator. The scenery was so…real.
Murky irises seem to glimmer in the inviting warmth of the golden strips of light. It was so nice to actually see the world clearly and not have a nebulous haze over the earth, without the sun god’s light. Even though Seiren had become accustom to the dark, it was nice, for a change, to see the world in a different way. The light was only a guide, she knew, but when there was no presence of the illuminating glow from the sun, it seemed as though it was a whole new world.
When there was a silence, Roland broke it. He spoke of himself and an old friend meeting up. Seiren wondered who this friend was? What herd he was part of, or not. Of course, she was nosy, but could get information out of a soul if she really wanted to, but she figured if Roland wanted to tell her of this old friend then he would say. Maybe it was better if she did not know who this friend was. But, now there was more information. They had fought in a war together. He did not say it in a conceited way, but he did look nomadic. She could see his muscles outlining his golden skin and she could tell that he was a soldier. And probably at that a good one. “How charming,” She said in an amused tone, smirking towards him. But then one a more serious note, she asked him a question that tugged at her mind. “So were you a general or something? You know in the war? It interests me,” The topic did intrigue her and she wanted to know more about Roland. He seemed to be a loyal guy to his family, or at most to his work.
“Ah, you know the usual, nothing interesting, just wandering around by myself.” She gave a slight chuckle and a trailing smile as she searched for his gaze. “To be honest, a girl like me does not do too much. I usually just walk around and try to find food or shelter and then just keep walking again. There is so much to see that I have not yet or experience that I have not explored and I hope that one day I might be able to find that something that I don’t know about.” She looked towards the ground at the end of her line. It was a pretty boring life. She occasionally ran into someone, but mostly she just lived with herself. “Of course living without a herd has advantages and disadvantages, but the good part about not being in a herd is that I can do whatever I please… there are no restrictions.” She once again finished her sentence, but this time looked up towards him.
“I agree, we should take advantage of the light that the sun provides, let’s go,” She starts to walk past Roland, and once she gets a few strides away she stops. She turns her head backwards she see if he is coming, swishing her tail in amusement, she waits for the golden stallion.
[Ahh soo long, sorry! @[Roland] ]
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| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16 hh :: 8 yrs HP: 60.0 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Roland listened to her speak in a sated silence, weight resting on his haunches and the warm sea breeze tugging at his mane. The air was thick with the scent of salt and brine, and the hushed whisper of water thrashing against the cliff face. Seiren walked a few steps ahead of him and paused, looking back with an amused smile. Roland turned his eyes upon the sea, unfathomable in its depth and width, and walked alongside the silver mare. He held his tongue, eyes downcast in thought as they skirted the precipice, the steppe spanning into the distance on their right; and, since Seiren seemed so curious, he launches into a tale. He has not spoken of his fighting days in a long time, though they are unique memories of his, and if the story is spun slightly sideways, well, she’ll never have to know. He wasn’t about to give away all of his secrets.
“It was nothing special,” he admitted with a chuckle. “I was mainly involved in the intelligence side of things.” Fighting with words more than weapons, though there were some times when circumstances called for a bit of muscle, and he had no other choice but to use his own. For the most part, he was delving into information; lying, stealing, conning his way into the thick of things only to have to find a way back out. It had been dangerous work, but he was young and naïve, and had no sense of the peril looming over his head.
“It’s a very long story. I was two years old when civil war broke out in my home land, Anorien, and I enlisted without a second thought. Not long after, I was sent on my first operation over enemy lines. By Orangemoon, I was rescued by a battalion and brought back to interrogate prisoners over the winter. It was easier to pretend to be someone I wasn’t than to pull truths from unwilling mouths.” He smiled wryly. “After a year had passed, the war was over and we were victorious. I said goodbye to the friends I had made, and returned to my herd. I had left them by the next Birdsong, and went in search of my father. But that tale doesn’t have an ending that is quite so happy.”
Roland had always considered himself a coward, but there was a certain kind of courage that came with lying, an adrenaline of sorts that washed away the fear. It had been easy, wielding the knife that slit open the veins of information, and he would drink until he’d had his fill and disappear once again, back to safety. “I was a lieutenant,” he informed her with a vague smile. “My friend was a captain. We were very close, back then, so it’s nice to see him again.”
Roland turned his gaze upon Seiren contemplatively, his tail curling against his hocks. The silence was strangely companionable, even though they had only known each other for a short time. But Roland had a habit of being strangely charismatic, even when wasn't trying to be. In fact, he thinks she might actually like him, a little bit. Well- maybe she does, kind of, or at least she’s starting to, as much as it’s possible to like someone whose moral compass points unwaveringly to the permanent north of their own interests. Perhaps he has unwittingly made a new friend.
((Hah, sorry I feel like this reads like a textbook. I’ve been writing too many formal reports for school!))
Push your luck if it makes you a promise
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