Aeryc Hannover
A smile spread across his lips, not the sort that might be normal for an innocent or naive child, but rather the sort worn by an adventurer with a whole wide world of unexplored land before him.
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Amusedly enough, several thoughts told the stallion to turn back - to move on. Yet none of them had been powerful enough to make him do so, and so he stood on the precipice of a grand body of trees. Mountains rose up on either side of him, making his options few. This was his last chance to turn back. There came a grand exhalation of breath from betwixt his nostrils before his hooves carried him forth into the land he would, in the very near future, come know as Helovia. A smile spread across his lips, not the sort that might be normal for an innocent or naive child, but rather the sort worn by an adventurer with a whole wide world of unexplored land before him. Great feathered wings stretched wide, as wide as they would go, before folding neatly at his sides again in stark contrast to his blue/grey pelt. Blackened mane quaked as his whole bodice shook in attempt to rid himself of the light dusting of snow he'd gathered while in the open. The cold was bitter and harsh, the winds icy and frigid, but he pressed on. Hooves danced lightly across the earth out of both excitement and willingness to cross as much ground as possible. His heart pounded in his chest, though his pace was so slow a newborn foal could have keep up. He would slow to an ultimate stop, a whinny teasing the air just outside of his velvet lips. He had seen no strangers in what felt like ages, but something - and he was certain he'd never know exactly what - told him that today might be different.
"blah blah blah."
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Golden hooves impale against the dusted alabaster terrain; controlling them are long obsidian muscle, pressing them rather harshly for extra assurance on footing. Above that freight train of silver and storm swirled dapples coated the skin of the steel knight. A crest of stripped gold sheltered his beating heart as black wings marbled in white remained ajar at his side, helping to maintain his balance, to control his speed.
Those met here so far had been fairly good willed, and a pleasure to be around; and as if an addiction had taken hold of him, here he was in the Threshold hunting those lost in the storm. Maybe he felt obligated to do so, to assist those who came here lost in the storm just as he did. Being a kind, and noble soul, it was just the common- right thing to do.
Ink dipped cannons seize fire, slowing their pumping to a graceful trot. Reflective daggers dancing through the white with elegance and pride; he missed his family though the only living soul that knew about them was Nasreen- and for a moment he wondered of the mare, where did she go, how was she fairing in the storm? He hoped she was well, and desired to see her again.
A shadowed form move in the distance, slowly through the forest; the signature wind whirling around the branches of the elders as they sway above, groaning against the cold, their crying for spring louder to those who listen. A feral stallion, adorned with wings of black stood in the distance, his roan-like blue shimmer catching the eyes of the golden oculars as they focused upon him.
"Hail Brother!" He called out, baritones laced in warm welcome despite the steam fluttering around his ivory lips to remind him of the bitter cold. Halting a few paces away from the roan stallion, lobes flicked forth in attention to anything the stranger might have to say. A lip quivering from the chill of winter, as his coat was dusted and his locks iced with frozen sweat. "Are you new to this forest?" He inquired, tucking his wings tighter against his sides for warmth.
Ooc: Good ol’ happy Hawkeye, as Promised. xD <3 @[Aeryc]
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Aeryc Hannover
A smile spread across his lips, not the sort that might be normal for an innocent or naive child, but rather the sort worn by an adventurer with a whole wide world of unexplored land before him.
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The forest was bleak, probably because of the wind and frigid temperatures, but even so he had no desire to stay here for long. His whinny had long been smothered beneath the gripping fingers of the cold and the dramatic cries of the wind. There was movement in every corner of his amethyst pools, none of which drew him to examine any particular one. His heart still beat feverishly in his cavernous chest, though he began to suspect it only did so out of fear that if it were to slow he might keel over dead from the chill. Great feathered wings of ebony tucked tightly to him, furled against his flanks for warmth and protection. Neck would arch and shift as the voice of another just barely cut through the storm. Audits swiveled in unison with the voice, taking in each word. "Aye," he answered with haste. "I come from the land of endless sea." It was vague, but he knew not the land's name or any other descriptive measures by which to explain it. Anyway, he highly doubted the other Pegasus minded at all where he came from. Ebon hooves would carry him forth, toward the other man with little hesitation. He'd found that flightiness and caution, as common to most equines, provided him with little advantage. A fog of sorts would gather where his lips remained parted with voice. He would slow to a halt a comfortable distance away, having never been fond of posing too near strange stallions. Wings of black twitched idly at his sides, flexing over the sinew and muscle of his flanks. "Aeryc Hannover," he offered with an involuntary shudder from the cold. If I ever get out of this place, he mused within the confines of his blackened head, I will never return in the dead of Winter.
"blah blah blah."
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The roan stag addressed him abruptly, and a noticeable nod was motioned in liquid movement. Standing still among the shadows of the scattered timber, was enough to draw the heat out of any living body, the cold – like deaths grip – brushing across his silver coat, ice like nails creeping across his slick fibers. Amused by the following statement, golden visionaries turned and gazed upon the horizon that surrounded the duo; there was no ocean, no sea. Intrigued, he ruffled his snow dusted feathers doing his damnedest to keep the cold at bay, though it still bit the skin.
Ivory flats clatter behind clenched lips, the chill of winter obviously taking hold upon them as he did his best to force a smile, staggering upon his fogged lips. Aeryc Hannover, two names? The silver knight paid no mind to the little detail of two callings, and did his best to share his own. "Hawkeye." Tones mild behind clacking teeth, hooves dancing in place, eager to get back to the heavens, to take flight out of this winter bliss.
"If it’s shelter you seek, there are warmer places." He stuttered through the cold crisp air, onyx pendulum swishing against his ink dipped hocks as he shuffled restlessly. Wings tapering over his sides before extending out to full mass, ivory feather tips blending into the snow around him before he quickly retracted them to his side. Wasn’t the winter just dandy?
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This land, or what little he knew of it, was frigid. How vast it was, he had no clue, but he sincerely hoped that this was not the only part of it he could wander. Somehow Aeryc didn't imagine himself spending too much more time here. Perhaps this stallion knew of somewhere else they could go, somewhere warmer - perhaps by the sea? That would be a dream come true, but none of his dreams had come through so far, why should they now? He watched the man dance in place through emerald spectacles, admiring his physique almost jealously. The man was large, though not so large that he out stood Aeryc. In fact, he was considerably shorter. He was of grey and black coloration, though it didn't seem that he held the same blue hue as a roan would. The golden stripes across his shoulders and chest were alluring, and for a moment Aeryc would imagine himself wearing them. How proudly he would carry such golden sinews. But alas, he had not been blessed with them. The man called himself Hawkeye, a name that seemed fitting given his golden optics. Aeryc would bob his head in recognition of the name, teeth clacking audibly behind velvet lips. His ears lay back fretfully as the wind buffeted his feathers. He normally enjoyed storms, but he'd never faced a winter storm of such magnitude. Were they always like this in this land? In effort to remain standing he would shift his weight, doubling as an effort to keep himself warm. Wings would unfurl and beat once before curling back tightly to his sides. Oh damn the cold. Then came a phrase he hadn't known he'd been anticipating, but when it was voiced he found himself agreeing almost immediately. “Warmer,” he noted in confirmation, timbre quaking from the chill. “Lead the way,” he would add on for clarification. The thought crossed his mind that he might be led to his death, but he quickly surmised that even death would be better than this. To demonstrate his readiness to flee this hell cloaked in ice, he would spread his wings wide, ready to receive the wind beneath him and allow it to carry him away into whatever abyss this Hawkeye led him into.
“speech,”
@[Hawkeye]
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The winds wailed through the pine, obsidian locks rippled within their grips, clumped ice weighing down the silken fibers causing their usually natural silken appearance to be more rugged and shaggy. The roan stallion didn’t take long to reply to his statement of warmer climates. Golden eyes reflected what little light could muster through the winter clouds as they gazed upon the heavens. Flight in winds like this would be blistering cold, and extremely dangerous. Unsure if the roan stag had the strength to muster it, he gave him a once over. Noting his muscular tone, his marble wingspan; the steel knight gave a bob of his head in recognition, wings unfolding at his sides as he turned and gestured to the sky.
"The air is thick with ice brother, the journey is long; keep pace!"
Golden eyes turned away from the stallion, as he turned to face the south, wings unfolding from their comfort at his side, golden hooves shifted in the snow, obsidian limbs carrying him forth against the wind. Daggers of gold lifted from the ground with the mighty beat of his ivory tipped feathers. Like the drum of war their unique sound cut through the wind as he took flight in the direction of shelter. It was only his hope now that the stranger could keep up within the grasp of the storm. The Sanctuary was a good distance through the storm, but his body ached for the warmth of its hollow cave walls.
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oOc: Once you have your rank changed to Outcast I’ll have a post up in the Sanctuary and tag you to let you know its up =)
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