A beast ignorant to the pain that whelped down low flew high overhead of said exhausted company. Powerful appendages beat warmed air with rising intent, and set him toward a higher path. Ebony kissed ivory along his flank, each side glistened with perspiration. A cooler night was allowing him to draw near toward the hollow of gods; each caressing wisp of wind seemed placed only for the comfort of one wounded soul tonight. Had there been a god of wind, he, like all other Pegasus before him would be the stepchild. Shoulder muscles twitched and tightened with natural strain, nostril’s flared as fragrances darted past. Timbered limps pumped open evening sky, the land curled beneath him and spruce stretched out to touch just a hint of what their evening offered.

Peaceful.

Suddenly, a jutted cry of sorrow broke the quiet. Curious and compassionate Midas twisted with skull jerking down, golden orbs peering to see through a dense canopy at what might lay below. The sound drifted toward heavens, marked by a need for assistance; it went against the fiber of his being to resist an innocent cry for help. Angled wings turned the stud toward proper location; dropping from the sky with heart quivering’s quickness the lad fell forward and landed smartly with wings folding to ride across his body as a second skin. Golden tinted feathers quivered, and sights fell upon a roan mare, a unicorn. He held no ill thoughts toward others of a different species.

“Are you ok miss?” tenors rumbled out softly, concern dripped from his tone. His question wouldn’t need an answer.

Orbs trailed her lovely curves with calculating appeal. She appeared out of sorts and weakened, right foreleg rose with hoof falling against soft earth. He drew closer, the warmth of her body could be felt across his warmed hide; neck angled down with muzzle only a foot or so from the others face, “How can I help?” Tenderly he offered his presence as a comforting blanket from the outside world.

Word count: 473
OOC: Looks fine to me O.o;?

The effects of his presence seemed to pay off almost immediately. She softened, relaxed. Tenderness for this lost soul began to radiate, he was such a sucker for the troubled hearts of this world. Sunblessed eyes blinked as the silence dragged on; she appeared to be tracing over every square line and curve, making a memory of remembrance. Their gaze locked in a timeless series of seconds to which he was forced to count breathing patterns in attempt at warding away awkward thinking. He scowled inwardly at for it never once occurred to him that she might hadn’t ever seen a winged beast before; he had thus approached as if the babe was one of his own species. Though his encounters with unicorns had been thus far limited, it wasn’t surprising or hindering toward ideals of compassion. Prejudice only went so far in these lands—a herd which he didn’t count himself among. Folks with small minded thinking such as those that were of prejudice tendencies. A soft murmur of sweet relief trailed past coal lips when she broke silence with words.

“I’m Leyra. I've been traveling for days. I need some where to stay for a while.”

Leyra. It spun around his mind for a moment before neatly sliding into an, ‘has met,’ folder. Pushing forward a rather refreshing smile he mustered up an easy reply, “It’s a pleasure Leyra,” skull dipped sharply before settling parallel, “I am called, Midas,” it was a strain to keep from sighing out his namesake. The weight of travel already beginning to sink into lightened bones; keeping the conversation going he added with hints of assurance dripping free, “Rest ma’ lady, gain your strength and if you wish it, when body feels ready I will take you to a cool spring,” bowled out features moved to rise above, with direction lingering toward the darkened wood around them, “it’s refreshing waters are not far, and would suit multiple purpose.” She rose then, or at least put forth an effort only to crumble forward into a likening position as the first. Frame leaned inwardly toward offering assistance, but the motion came too late for she had already settled.

Poor lass.

“Be easy,” he murmured, limbs curled to lower heavy bulk toward earth. Wings tightly strained themselves against his hide with right appendage loosening to hang behind comfortably. He didn’t force closeness upon her, but neither pulled away. Skull remained erect and watchful, lightly he soothed out, “From what land have you hailed?”

His actions and words would be for nothing after a moment. Another essence slithered toward them, unfamiliar, yet—at the same time noticeably familiar. Other herds; particularly another unicorn. His soft white pelt came into sight, brightened horn shinning. Words came forth, Midas listened silently and took the sidelines to see how everything would turn out.

Word count: 473
OOC: Looks fine to me O.o;?

#6

08-16-2012, 10:30 AM

Leyra Learn from Your Mistakes (I have no clue where Leyra came from) The mare could not speak. Her head was spinning. Her stomach growled as she looked at the white stallion. She stood up, her knees shaking. She leaned against the white stallion. Her eyes felt sore, she needed sleep, but she would gladly go to a herd. She needed somewhere to stay."Thank you for the offer. I would be glad to go to you herd."The mare bowed her head gratefully. She felt the stallions' muscular shoulder against her own. She could feel her own muscles, well, what was left of them anyway. The mare looked at the winged stallion. The warm feeling she had first felt was gone. Washed away like sand on the beach. She turned her head back to the unicorn stallion."May I ask where your herd is?"She asked shyly. Her deep blue eyes scanned the stallions features as she waited for his answer. The horned stallions' smell was strange. He smelled of a desert. She caught a stale whiff of other horses. Her nose was clogged with dirt and water, and she was surprised at the fact she could even smell at all. Her horn looked disgusting compared to the unicorn beside her. His horn was gleaming, almost like ice. The mare felt tired, sleepy, and she nodded off, but was startled when a bird would chirp. "Action" "Thought" "Speaking"

I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much,
And my scars remind us the past is real
I tear my heart open, just to feel

#7

08-16-2012, 11:59 AM

The Pegasus stallion seemed to fade away slightly, as if uncertain of what to do once Mauja came in and took command; the King gave him a worried glance. He wasn't worried for the stallion and the way that he watched them, but rather for the mare. She seemed to be in bad shape, but something about him coming to her side seemed to strengthen her - at least her resolve. On shaky legs she forced herself upright, leaning against him. Tall and sturdy as he was, he bore her added weight easily, a firm shoulder for her to lean against. How long had she been on the move? How long had she been running? Long, he guessed, for her frame was bony and her muscles atrophied. Covered in dirt and old sweat as she was, it was impossible to tell her color. "That's settled, then," he murmured at her, his pale tail swishing behind them. Perhaps she would fatten up in what was left of autumn, before the harsh winter came - the days were shortening, and the mad heat of Tallsun was finally losing its grip on the world. The dark nights were colder, and the morning breeze carried the promise of frost and autumn to him. She turned to him with yet another question, and a small smile played on his face. "It's west of here, by the sea. But you're tired, sister - there's no need to make such a journey yet, with you in this state. It is alright if you want to sleep, I will watch over you." Her head kept drooping in the fashion of the exhausted, only to jerk back up again when something startled her out of the doze. To push her further would just be cruel, and potentially dangerous. He had no desire to harm one of his fellow sisters, not even to get her out of the Pegasus' presence. Should he, too, wish to hold vigil while the mare slept, he was more than welcome to, but once she felt strong enough to make a journey, it was to the Edge she would go.

angels, they fell first, but I'm still here

#8

08-16-2012, 12:48 PM

Leyra Learn from Your Mistakes The mare blinked. She had gathered and clumped up all her energy and was ready. She didn't have too much, but she could get to the Edge with it."I'm fine. I can make it to the Edge."The mare spoke, her voice was hoarse but had a soft edge to it. The mare shook her head, tossing the last of her sleep away. Her knees couldn't hold her weight, so she decided to stay leaning on the frosty stallion. The mare saw the small puddle that she ha fallen into. She hobbled over to it and dipped her knees into the puddle. It made her cracked and dry knees slowly re-hydrate. Her knees stopped being so painful, but they still were in a little pain. She rolled in the puddle, washing of spots of dirt here and there. She could now see her black back and some of her white blanket pattern on her quarters. The mare felt proud that she could see part of her own coat. She dipped more off herself into the puddle, which was slowly shrinking. After she had cleaned both her hips, and her stomach, the puddle vanished. She then realized how shoe must've looked as she rolled, probably like an immature foal. She stood up, feeling much better, and then walked back to the unicorn."Sorry. I just needed to take a layer of that muck off. Now, let's go."That was the most the mare had said in days. She still was hungry and thirsty, but she felt lighter, the thick mud was now reduced to a small layer in some areas. Other areas were almost completely clean. The mare looked at the stallion, waiting for him to lead the way to the Edge. "Action" "Thought" "Speaking"

I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much,
And my scars remind us the past is real
I tear my heart open, just to feel

#9

08-16-2012, 01:57 PM

Midas wasn’t an overwhelming beast by most means; he didn’t simply fall silent due to intimidation; but merely because a wounded soul had found a position in life. Who was he to interrupt her seeking proper shelter and happiness? She seemed perfectly content with sliding toward the icy stallion, and finding a home within a clan that would match likeness. All was well. Content with the outcome the lad gained his feet calmly and offered the snowy beast a kind smile to show that no discontent rested within his heart, “I pray your journey is one of peace,” skull dipped once in formal respect for the other stallion, orbs followed as the mare lumbered toward a new founding, “Farewell Leyra, may your health return swiftly.” With nothing else to say and not expecting further response from either of them he spread wing and turned toward the forest at a jog that turned into a light gallop, only a second passed before the warm breeze caught below primary feathers. Each gentle tug of the evening wind dug deeper into his muscular tendons until finally instinct instructed for the first set of powerful pumps that would lung him skyward. Tense neck stretched in effort to assist as it may, and the ground disappeared below. Word count: 237 OOC: Exit Midas

#10

08-16-2012, 03:36 PM

The stallion seemed okay with leaving them be, and Mauja gave him a kind smile as he took his leave. "Thank you, sir," he said with a warmth that was at odds with his glacial looks. And it seemed that his mere presence was enough to fill the mare with vigor and energy, as she claimed she would be able to make it to the Edge. He was doubtful of it, but if she wanted to try, who was he to stop her? It'd be less of a distance for d'Artagnan to travel, should the mare fail and his administrations be required. With a slight shrug he watched as she rolled in a puddle to rub the grime off. Beneath it, she had an appaloosa blanket across something that seemed to be gray or roan - it was hard to tell, a lot of her now damp fur was still covered in mud. "You look better now," he told her with a wry grin, before setting out towards the Edge, offering his shoulder for her to lean upon as often as she would need it. [ the end! ]

angels, they fell first, but I'm still here