V I E N N A
It could have been something in the air. Maybe it was that, even in the coldest season, the wind stung too bitterly. Maybe the crunch of grass and frozen ground seemed too flinty against her hooves. Maybe it was just that she hadn't had a proper bath in a few weeks. Whatever it was, there was something odd there. Something that didn't quite belong. It was not the first time she'd found herself beset by this feeling of wrongness, for certainly wrongness was as much a part of life as rightness. In her youth, she might've ignored such prickling premonitions, but experience had made her aware of her instincts, if not appropriately cautious of them.
She paused, holding her imagined line in the sand as her weight shifted to and fro on her sturdy legs.
Truthfully, there was no choice. Forward, there may be danger, but behind her lay only her own prints in cold mud and an expanse of miles. The terrain had been treacherous and food had been scarce. And, greatest among tragedies, that peculiar sweetgrass she was so fond of was nowhere to be had.
Worst of all, there was a hulking beast with sharp teeth and quick claws barreling down upon her. In fact, this same beast was after every soul that had ever set off from home alone, or who ever walked barren miles without another voice, or curled in at night without the heat of another body to share. It could freeze hearts and devour minds and its hunger was insatiable. The beast was named isolation and silence and madness, and a million other names that crawled out of the dark corners of a lonely mind. She had run her course alone. No longer would good humor and songs sung into the wastelands repel the beast.
Of all the things that could have spurred her to finally cross that arbitrary border, it was an itch. A very particular itch very particularly gnawing at her left flank. So, rather than being greeted by fanfare, she was greeted by a lovely, knotty patch of bark. Any small measure of comfort was gladly welcome these days.
She rolled her hip against the rough patch slowly, and the dry tree groaned in protest at her weight. Uncomfortable, but not outright impolite, she took a step back. "Oh! My mistake, leafy friend." She blinked up at the bare branches, gray and gnarled and ominous. "Oooor... not so leafy friend." The tree, a particularly talkative, particularly old one who had no patience for little mares, rustled threateningly.
But the little mare likewise had no patience for ominous trees in foreign lands, and certainly not for rude ones. "Excuse you, I am not lost." The tree disagreed silently. "Seems to me it's everyone else who is lost. Otherwise this place would not smell so much of hoofbeasts and have so few." The tree creaked, probably sarcastically. She couldn't be sure. Despite efforts to the contrary, she was not fluent in tree.
A sound from somewhere deep in the wood startled her from educating the glorified kindling on proper arboreal etiquette. Maybe it was nothing but a falling branch, or a foraging animal. But she briefly, fleetingly allowed herself the thought that it could be someone else... a friend. Or at least better conversation than she'd yet enjoyed. The very idea sent a thrill up her spine.
She turned a circle, desperately seeking the source, to little avail.
So she picked a direction and took two steps into it before it occurred to her to say goodbye to the tree. "By the way, without your leaves, your trunk looks huge."
Unbowed as ever, she set out in search of companionship... and perhaps a much needed bath.
make a little birdhouse in your soul
Walking.
"Talking."
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The storm had put itself at ease for the day, and the silver knight thundered through the sky, thankful that the chilling blizzard winds had subsided, although it was still bitter cold the stallion felt warmth in stressing his muscles, stretching his legs as they flexed through the open crisp winter air. Golden hooves mirror against the lands below, barely tapping against the treetops as delicate feathers beat in a strong rhythm against the wind.
After a while in the caves, sheltering from the winds and the demons that were said to lurk within the pine, he couldn’t help but wonder what demons they were referring too. What could spread such darkness over a land that it would devour its very being and all who remained within it? He wasn’t sure, and as curious as he may be, he wasn’t about to fly off into total darkness.
Finding a clear space to land, obsidian feathers dipped in ivory extended towards the heavens, his dapple mass dropping closer to the earths floor, one final heave of his massive wings and golden met the powder of the fallen snow. Ruffling his feathers he began to advance into the elder pine, wings clipped in and holding his warmth within his body.
Obsidian legs, pushing him along, although unsure of what he was seeking, he turned his golden gaze around the forest. Listening to the sound of shifting snow, hiss as it fluttered across the frozen surface, towering timbers howled, creaked and groan with the stress of winter upon their aging, dry and frozen bark.
His movements stopped, as a voice although soft, rang in his ears. Golden oculars searched for the source, and continued to listen to the conversation. I’m not lost. His weight shifted, lobes erect as threads rippled upon his neck, steps of caution placed upon the powdered earth. Gazing down the horizon, was a mare, golden in color- a beautiful shade. Though upon her back, miniature wings protrude and his head tilts in disbelief.
While not paying attention to his careful steps, the knight staged upon a fallen log, and quickly did his best to retain his balance. Golden eyes searched almost franticly for the small mare that had now seeming heard his clumsy antics, his coat blending in with the world around him he remained frozen in the distance, staring upon her as she turned away and seemed to address… a tree? He did his best not to laugh aloud at what she said to the towering tree, his head shook as he pulled forth with a friendly wicker.
"It is quite a big tree miss." His voice baritone, but welcoming as he neared her; Locks of storm gray winding down to obsidian strands rippled upon his golden crest as he paused a few strides away from her. White lips twist into a smile, nape arching to gaze upon her adorning hue. In Artemis, mares of her hue were considered treasures, and he wondered, though doubtful if she had heard of the place. "Good day to you m’lady." He finished, retracting his head and slightly adjusting his wings as he sought out her eyes.. and to his amazement, they were just like his own vibrant gold.
Ooc: Hope you don’t mind Hawkeye dropping in! And Welcome!! <3
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V I E N N A
The little mare had spent enough time exploring the forests of her youth to know the sound that wood made when struck against hooves. The noise drew her attention, but it was the greeting that drew her interest to the indistinct gray blob before her. What on earth is that? It was a frequent question, and one whose answer was frequently obscured by... hair. A lot of hair. So much hair, all silvery white and obfuscating her vision. She tossed her head until her thick forelock parted and she could properly size up the creature before her.
For a moment she nearly wished she hadn't. An unfamiliar feeling struck her with such force that she swayed a bit in its aftermath. Her wings, presently rucked up around her withers, ruffled for the briefest moment before she could fold them back against her barrel in a flash of black and amber. It wasn't shame, nor desire, for the little mare had not yet in her years felt either. But just maybe it was a tiny spark of envy warming her chest.
He was like her, but he didn't have wings like hers. He had WINGS. Emphasis, capital, full stop. And they were wings made for flying.
Maybe she'd flown once in her life. Just once, and just maybe. Admittedly, the flight was only .6 seconds long and only over a low shrub. Also admittedly, it had ended in the kind of crash landing unheard of since the days of Icarus, but in this case, style points were irrelevant. She'd flown, just once, and she hadn't shaken the craving for it out of her bones for one moment since.
Maybe it was an odd sentiment for a winged one, but her prior companions had been purely of the hoofbeast variety. Though they may have pondered at her wings, or aimed to tug her feathers, they primarily ignored her "extra" appendages. Yet here was a creature whose wings suggested that they were for more than show, that he could lift himself on a whim. And he was standing before her like he wasn't the most astounding magnificent, miraculous thing to ever-
Quite a big what?
She stared. She blinked about a hundred times.
Oh. Right.
The words sunk in and she broke into a sunny grin, pleased to have an apparent ally against her branched foe. "It's a big, stupid tree," she crooned in agreement, "and not very polite company, either... Not that I've ever met one that was particularly sociable. They're good listeners, but terrible conversationalists." She might have gone on, but the tree and its treachery had quickly faded, replaced by an electric thrill at the sight of a potential companion. As if to telegraph this excitement, her wings beat a hummingbird buzz, setting the base of her mane fluttering.
Perhaps it would have been an appropriate time to introduce herself, but the little mare had never had any mind for what was appropriate. "You are... very shiny." It was a kind of impulsive observation, the manner of commentary that she often found tumbling straight out of her mouth without stopping to confer with her brain. She'd intended it in every sense, from his glittering golden hooves and eyes to the charmingly ornamental way he spoke. "And... wings," she sputtered quickly, "big ones."
Ah, yes, truly months of wandering alone had honed her into an astute observer.
make a little birdhouse in your soul
Walking.
"Talking."
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Intrigued by the golden mare soft velvet lobes flickered upon his crown, aware of her motions, the way she breathed, even the way her wings fluttered upon her smooth golden shoulders. Fascinated with her polished hue and cream silks that shadowed her view, he couldn’t help but chuckle at the adorable lady. As she stared blankly upon him he grew confused gazing into her fluttering eyes in question. Perhaps she didn’t hear his statement about the elder oak the stood in her way. Startled when her emotion curved into a prideful smile, crown retracted and elevated against the heavens to its normal height.
As she continued to give commentary on hosting conversations with the timber-wood he couldn’t help but let a puzzled look cross his visage, ivory dripped lips curving into an unsure smile. Who talks to trees, and actually holds a conversation with such elements of nature? Giving a kind swallow and holding his words in question; a simple nod was given in gesture. As her wings began to tremble, the sound of their rapid beating over her shoulders, her mane ruffled by the breeze thrown by them, stricken by the way she seemed to gaze upon him as if he was something mystical.
And indeed he was something to gawk at wasn’t he?
Shiny? The silver knight laughed within, doing his best to keep a kind face about the mare. His golden crest was adorned with pride, as he collected himself on a since of entitlement and gave a short glance to either wing as they followed suit and unraveled at his side. It was an awkward moment, for the silver steed felt unsure of how the lady felt about her ‘tiny’ situation that fluttered upon her shoulders.
"Aye m’lady, and you such wee-ones." Baritone lyrics were friendly, and not intended to hurt her feelings. She was still a beautiful golden mare, and would be given the utmost respects should she do the same. It wasn’t just the wings that were tiny, it was the mare in general that seemed to be a dwarf Pegasus. His legs shifted as his wings out stretched from his sides before retracting to their comfortable state, obsidian locks rippling with the winter’s cold breeze golden orbs reflecting the heavens. "The names Hawkeye, what may I call such a lovely lady?" Such a smooth talker, his tone laced with charm and airmanship as he seemed to beam all that was high and mighty.
Just another Pegasus, with leadership flowing thorough his veins; even the gods blessed colors of glittering gold daggers, crest and eyes with depths deep as the oceans. He was a stunning young stallion, though he was seeking nothing but companions despite his laced words of bantering. He thought briefly for a moment, of if this one was to follow him home he could not fly and leave her behind. He would have to run, to briskly dance across the snow and back to their caverns buried under the earth’s crust.
His heart sank within at the thought of not being able to fly out of here. But it would be in his duty to escort the lady home, should she desire.
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