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01-22-2014, 09:12 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-22-2014, 09:14 PM by Slaiter.)
Slaiter
Searchers after horror haunt strange, far places.
-H.P. Lovecraft
It has been a long run, a hard run, racing through forests and across plains, but they finally reach an odd cave. Slaiter balks at first, not so much at the cave itself, but at the scents and sounds that fill it. There are others here, a lot of others, and the skittish stallion has never liked crowds, generally because the crowds have never liked him. But his companions do not seem overly worried, and so he reluctantly follows them inside. It does not take long for his eyes to adjust to the unusual lighting, and again the boy spooks, this time at the massive crystal wall and the lava flowing on the other side. The wall looks strong enough, but there is no guarantee that it is safe. What if it breaks? He doesn't want to die in a flood of molten rock, and as usual he contemplates running. Yet, Tangere had told him he would be safe here, and he trusts her. If she says this is a safe place, he will believe her.
What is he supposed to do now? They are here, and he supposes that is good, even if he doesn't approve of the location and the crowds, but now what? Are they free to do as they wish, or is there some leader to report to? Can he ever leave, or must he stay, hidden away under earth and fire until the outside danger passes? Confused and agitated, he lashes his tail like a large cat and hooves begin to skitter as muscles tense.
He turns to Tangere, just as he had in the Threshold, trusting her to know the answers. After all, she is the one who lead him here, and the other mare. He thinks it's a mare anyway, but cannot be certain as he never got a chance to properly look at or smell the stranger. He doesn't much care either way, but he thinks it is something he should know if this other is a friend of Tangere. But first, as always, he waits to see what will happen.
He is good at watching and waiting.
@[Tangere], @[Abishia]
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| Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.2hh :: Six Years | Birdsong HP: 63 | Buff: NOVICE |
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02-03-2014, 09:08 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-03-2014, 09:08 PM by Tangere.)
 When they slide into the cavern the warmth envelopes them – her bones seem to melt under her hot skin, the sweat sticks her mane to her neck and her lungs let the rush of air roll into them with elation. It is something she hasn’t felt since the darkness began – since she first saw a living being contorted into the devilish dead with hungry hollow eyes. Those images fade away and she leans into his copper fur with her silver shoulder. Her eyes pull away from the stony ground and raise to tip upward at him, “ Do you know what’s happening yet?” She wondered what his questioning eyes were after exactly…she wasn’t willing to fish them out, he must ask.
She smiles honestly at him, reveling in the moment with handsome company and safety. Relief webs through her body and blankets her mind – even as the snows rage on outside the cave, the masses are warm on the inside; very warm. Bodies rub against bodies and breath clashes with breath, it is crowded in here…footsteps and voices are louder than the falls crashing against the rocks. Her eyes drift from her companion for a moment, searching the room for a corner that is not occupied. They cannot stand by the opening forever – they’ll get trampled for sure.
She grabs at his black strands with her patchy pink lips. “ Come with me…” She tugs and skitters away, dipping through the crowds with her lithe painted body. She is fuzzy with her winter fur, but it is matted down and clumped from dried sweat (and mud). Her feathered ankles are cakes with sticks and wet mud as her feet clack against the stone surface. She leads him to the other side of the falls where a spot of sun glows against the jagged wall. Water curls at the edges of smoothed rock, she lets her muzzle down to suck in the cold water, it feels replenishing and soothing while it settles in her gut. She lifts her head and lets the liquid drip away from her whiskered lips, looking up at him. “ You must be thirsty…it’s hotter than a thousand suns in this damned hole.” She half grins and chuckles at her own crafty humor, bending down again to have another go at the cool, tumbled waters.
CARS CAREENING FROM THE CLOUDS
BRIDGES BURST AND TWIST AROUND..
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@[Slaiter] sorry for the wait hun!
<3
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Slaiter
Searchers after horror haunt strange, far places.
-H.P. Lovecraft
She rests against him for a moment, and he does not pull away, does not sidle to the side to avoid the contact. For, he reasons, if he is tired from the run surely she must be too, and this girl does not harm him, has not lashed out to strike and buffet his skin until he is forced to flee. No, this is almost comforting, and he realizes suddenly that she is trusting him, believing that he will not move and unbalance her. It is a strange feeling, but not an unpleasant one, and he takes a few seconds to ponder what all of this means.
It does not take long for her to speak, issuing a query in response to his curious gaze. He shakes his head in a silent negative. He understands nothing yet, has no way of knowing about the plague of undead that has fallen upon Helovia. He has managed to put a few pieces together, is fairly certain that something is wrong, but what and why are still mysteries. The other girl had said something about infection, but the rain had been loud and he may have misheard.
Tangere moves away then, gently tugging at his mane as she goes, and he finally notices how soaked and muddy they both are. Her lower legs are covered in muck, the rest in sweat, and he is even worse, neck and chest splattered with the gunk her hooves had kicked up behind her. And while he may not particularly mind the filth, he supposes the other horses in the cave might. He follows obediently, attempting to avoid brushing against any of the strangers who crowd the cavern, until they reach water, where she stops to drink. He hesitates, but she looks to him again and invites him join her, so he steps forward, dipping his black muzzle into the cool water and taking his fill.
Once finished, he surveys the crowd again. Though there are far too many packed into this place for him to be truly comfortable, none seem to have noticed the pair lingering near the pool, and for that he is grateful, if not a little confused. Don't they keep track of who is coming into their sanctuary? Or had someone noticed, only to see him entering with a familiar face, and gone back to whatever it was they had been doing? He supposes it does not much matter, for the horses have sheer numbers on their side. That is an unnerving thought to the ghoul, the stallion who has always been called a monster. What if they turn on him? He edges a bit closer to the silver mare, thinking that maybe seeing him with her may help dissipate any suspicion cast his way.
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@[Tangere] No worries :)
Permission granted to use magic and/or physical violence on Slaiter, as long as he is not killed.
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02-06-2014, 07:35 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-06-2014, 07:35 PM by Tangere.)
There is something odd about the copper and charcoal boy – a curious and wild look in his eyes as he peers down at her, towering over her almost deer like frame (compared to his mammoth body). He still hasn’t said much since they met; Tangere’s mind quickly wavers over the thought of Abishia. The last thing she heard her friend say was ‘Where are we going?’ or something to that effect. Tang did not answer her, figuring she would follow…she seems to have not followed.
Somehow, for some reason, fear does not brew. She doesn’t worry about the chestnut paint, she assumes she is safe by now – probably somewhere about these cavern halls.
She has been away in thought for a few seconds while he drinks and gazes at her with a curious expression. She smirks at him playfully, keeping her dark eyes on his face. She watches him turn to the moving masses; waves of warm bodies shifting across the heated corridors. It was a rather befitting name, ‘The Sanctuary’, for it was. Soon though, food would be a problem…there’s probably very little nutrition amongst the stone walls and darkness. And then perhaps there’s something growing in the slivers of sunlight that break through during the day. It s much warmer in the caves compared to the raging snows outside; everyone is piled in the open entry room with the falls off to the side. Halls wind away from the main room, and Tangere guesses they lead away from all these masses.
She ponders for a moment, staring at him. He inches a bit closer and the silver unicorn chuckles lightly. “ What is your name, stranger?” She clears her throat to let her voice chime clearly, and softly. “ I am Tangere.” She inspects his reaction for a moment, almost yearning to hear his voice again for some reason. Her ears lean upright and forward, hungry for sound, and her dark eyes are wide and abysmal as they peer at the large stallion. Strands of her silver-white forelock fall over the pools of chocolate black that consume her glassy gaze.
CARS CAREENING FROM THE CLOUDS
BRIDGES BURST AND TWIST AROUND..
AND WANTING SOMETHING WARM AND MOVING |
@[Slaiter] <3
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A familiar voice rang through the caves. Tangere. Adrenaline rushed through the lanky girl's veins. She stared into the darkness of the stone Hell, hoping that she was close by. Somehow, Abishia had been separated from the pair. She must've taking a wrong turn... Well, she was running running like a mad-mare. She flicked her lobes forward into an alert position and remained perfectly still. Quietly she waited for another voice, some hint to where they where. Doubt rang through her mind. What if Tang is just acting? What if she really doesn't like her? Maybe she's just paying Abishia. Hell, she is from the Basin now. Surely their poisioning her friend with the same lethal thoughts that everyone from that beautiful place. Question is, why is Abishia so jelpus of them? Why does she wish and dream of being in the Basin when they are so damn horrible? She's a strange child.
A voice rings throughout the caves again, echoeing off the stone walls and ringing to reach her lobes. She flicks her ears, noticing that it is surely Tangere. With the sound detected, she guesses where it had been coming from. She takes a few steps out of her dark corner, overwhelmed by the sudden light that cloaks her. She takes a swift glance around, and her orbs meet the grey bodice of Tangere, and a nice looking dark brute. The one that she had encountered in the Thresh, she supposes. Quickly, she jogs over with a large smile across her kissers.
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Slaiter
Searchers after horror haunt strange, far places.
-H.P. Lovecraft
Tangere. He had heard the other girl say something similar, out in the downpour, but it is nice to have confirmation. Now that there is time, he runs the name through his mind, wondering if his dam had ever told him of the rain-girl, for Mum had known everything. He misses her, whenever he stops to think about it, some vague knowledge of time telling him that she is long-dead, for she had been several years older than he, and he is almost old now. Somehow, he is unbothered by this, the mental image of her bones bringing peace rather than sorrow. Perhaps she is with his sire now, her remains mixed with those of the zombie, both rotting together into nothing. He smiles at the idea, conveniently forgetting that his father had been just as mortal as she, and that the buckskin had never come back, leaving Koona after a single night. He prefers the romantic, monstrous version.
His name has been asked for, he recalls suddenly, drawn out of his daydream by the more practical parts of his brain. Manners dictate that he must respond, so he does, guttural voice carrying farther than he would like, no matter how quietly he speaks. "Slaiter."
Someone else finally approaches the duo, another painted fae, though she bears an earthen pelt rather than Tangere's ethereal silver, her eyes the color of summer grass. Another spirit, perhaps, tied to the ground and plants rather than water? Maybe not, but he does not discard the thought completely, simply tucks it into the recesses of his brain, deciding to watch the newcomer first. He does not recognize her as their companion from the Threshold, for she had only been with them for a few moments, her form and scent hidden by the storm.
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@[Tangere], @[Abishia]
Permission granted to use magic and/or physical violence on Slaiter, as long as he is not killed.
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| Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.2hh :: Six Years | Birdsong HP: 63 | Buff: NOVICE |
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02-09-2014, 08:52 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-10-2014, 07:59 PM by Tangere.)
 She thinks he seems withdrawn to her – she pinches her eyelids as she goes deeper in thought about what he might really be like, but she is quickly snapped out of it when his voice melts into the heavy air. She grins, like receiving his name is something joyful to her. Again she is snapped from her thoughts when she hears the approaching clack of another equine’s hooves against the warm stone floor. Tangere’s ears flick upright and her grin widens before she reaches out for contact with Abishia’s muzzle. “Hello again, Abishia.” She looks beside her, feeling oddly arrogant to be in the presence of some random handsome stallion. “This is Slaiter…” Her nostrils flicker nervously as silence falls between the three. She isn’t quite sure what to do next, socially. She’d very much rather be running around collecting information or trying to find poor Illynx and drag her back to the Caves…but for fear of being rude she doesn’t convey any such emotion. Instead she beams a blank smile and slides her mocha eyes from one face to the other.
“Well I don’t know about you guys, but I’m filthy…” She shakes like a wet dog just to dramatize her statement; bits of earth and moisture fling away from her body, and broken sticks fall from her gnarled silver tail when she does so. “I’m rinsing off for a minute.” When she rolls away gracefully she does not do so without subtly brushing Slaiter’s copper colored shoulder and then slowly wades into the steaming pool of water. The heat of the caves, the river of magma moving around them, it keeps everything hot – including the streams and falls, something Tangere is just now discovering.
The water is muddy as it ripples away from her. Blood swirls away from her dried cut, a very minor slash just under her belly. She dips her head and preens the soothing liquid across her back, like a bird rigorously sifting through its feathers; she chews and cleans herself off. While she has her head in the dip of her back she looks for their faces again, finding Abishia’s with a smile and then Slaiters. “It’s quite nice in here…” She pulls her mouth away from her half-cleaned fur, “It feels good on sore muscles.”
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weird post lol
sorry
@[Abishia], @[Slaiter]
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Slaiter
Searchers after horror haunt strange, far places.
-H.P. Lovecraft
Tangere treats the earthen girl as a friend, and so Slaiter allows himself to relax. If Tangere trusts her, he will too. He thinks to introduce himself, but the silver paint beats him to it, sharing his name much more easily than he ever could. It sounds better in her voice, he thinks, softly chiming rather than a harsh growl, and it stays in place rather than slinking away to everyone within a twenty foot radius.
It gets quiet then, and he becomes worried. Is he supposed to say something? Koona had taught him to be polite, not how to be good at conversing, and he fidgets slightly, at a complete loss. Fortunately, Tangere once again gives him something to do, commenting on the mud and debris that cover her, and her intention of cleaning up. She slips past him, again sliding her fur against his as she does, and he turns to watch as she wades out into the water. He is also coated in filth, and he wonders if he should follow her example and wash up. Or maybe this is a rain-being thing, something that a ghoul should not imitate. His tail swishes with indecision as he lingers at the edge of the pool.
Maybe she senses his inner struggle, or maybe it is just good timing, but she stops her preening briefly, indirectly inviting her companions to enter the water as well. Still hesitant, he does so, stepping into the muddy stream cautiously, then becoming more bold when no rebuke comes. He goes about chest deep before stopping, delighting in the warmth of the liquid. He peers down for a moment, wondering if the heat is caused by decay, the way it was in his former swamp home, but is disappointed. There are no bones to be found here, no half-rotted carcasses grinning up at him from their murky prison. With a quiet sigh, he resigns himself to bathing, scrubbing at his gunk-splattered hide with the side of his horn.
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Invoking the 48 hour rule to keep this moving. Wild, feel free to jump back in next round. :)
@[Tangere] @[Abishia]
Permission granted to use magic and/or physical violence on Slaiter, as long as he is not killed.
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