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every day the gods are flipping coins

Spring showers always brought her some sort of delight. The air smelt fresh and alive, and the grass was soggy and soft underfoot, making her constant moving comfort and a pleasure. Earlier that day she had watched the dark clouds roll in from some distant mountains, never once thundering like they did when she was a child in her comfortable valley prison, and not once did a drop fall on her while she waited. It was almost midday by the time the showers were upon her, and she had taken to wandering meadows of lilac and lavender, occasionally turning so to make wide berth around a patch of prickly thistle here and there.

And then it happened. The sky cracked open and spilt forth its belly full of water, leaving Liit to turn her pale face to the sky and stare in disbelief. She had been waiting for hours for the rain, and here it happened so suddenly. There had been no warning but for the impending shadow that loomed over her from the clouds overhead. As the smattering of raindrops was heard all around her, it suddenly dawned on the mare that she was flushed out in the open, stuck in the middle of a foreign field, and likely to be thoroughly doused, as it seemed unlikely that the rains would let up soon.

So she turned her eye to the nearest tree, a proud red oak that stood defiantly in the middle of the field. Good enough. Moving with haste towards it, the pale mare did not think to check that this tree was unoccupied, and more interested in getting out of the rain. By the time she made it to the tree, her skin smelt of warm, wet, flesh and her hair stuck rather ungracefully to her neck and legs. Not for a moment did Liit think that she was entirely alone in this field, and as she shook out her head (while listening to the sullen slap of wet hair hitting her skin), she turned about to face the wide opening and narrowed her eyes to see if she could see anyone else trying to get out of the rain.

@[Delsolea] & @[Oxy]
Sevin: you mentioned wanting to crash a thread earlier, you're welcome to crash in this one if you'd like :D
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delsolea
the static on your arm - it is the catalyst
Luckily for Delsolea she was not flying when the sky decided to open up. As the rain slowly began before it descended in a curtain of water, Delsolea had been hiding under the very tree that the horned mare was coming towards. She had managed to beat the rain, which was nice – and for a moment in the silence and the solitude of the torrential downpour, relaxation spread across her body. Her senses dropped for a moment, opening wide to the scent of the petrichor. It was wonderful.

The sound of hooves and the arrival of the horned mare thought brought her back. Her body stiffened as she flinched away somewhat, trying to avoid droplets of water while also having her moment of serenity tarnished. The same alienating feeling came over her as she leaned away from her, her eyes narrowed slightly.

Delsolea came around the verge of the tree slightly, her wings hanging a little as she looked at the strange mare, wondering who she was until she remembered that it was better for herself not to be curious, to be guarded and anti-social until she was comfortable. At least here, she was not looking for any sort of home. She was merely, enjoying her time.

“Try not to send too much water this way, I only just managed to avoid it,” she said in a rather dry tone, though her moment of complete unfriendliness was gone. Instead, she was calmer, though not entirely relaxed. For now though, Delsolea watched her with a curious glint to her gaze, wondering who this stranger was.
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Oxy the Addict Posts: 322
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Unnamed :: Common Boggart :: Mayhem Sevin
#3
Oxy
Rain. It's not really that bad, you suppose. It's never really stopped you before. It's probably actually good for you. You've never really taken much pride in being clean, but at least the rain helps you out from time to time. As the sky opens up, dropping it's tears down upon you, the dried blood and mud that cakes your hide is washed down, revealing ribs that press through flesh that is pulled too tight, flanks that are drawn in when they should be pushed out and a body that looks sickly more than anything. You are a truly a site to be hold.

The only thing that drives you from the rain this time is the knowledge that the torrential rain will ruin the leather bag you wear on your left shoulder will be ruined if you stay too long in the water. That leather bag is your life, carrying the greenery that keeps you high and out of touch with this earth. You have magic now to the same effect, which you have turned against yourself more often than you have turned it against others, but the painful shock that comes with the magic that makes you high is less desirable than the sweet green juices that flow down your time with every bite of your locoweed.

Therefore, you wobble your way towards the only damned tree in the whole field. Unfortunately, by the time you get there, the shade is very much occupied by two unwanted mares. For a moment you hesitate outside the foliage, struggling with your conflict. Save your bag and deal with these ladies or ruin the leather and save yourself from unwanted contact with them. In the end, your drug habit wins out, as it always will. You take a deep breath and brave the safety of the tree, eying both of the mares suspiciously. “Well you smell terrible,” you offer in a low growl to anybody that will listen. Good job making friends.

Above you, your companion floats as a nearly-invisible black wisp, watching the interactions unfold. She does not approve of your rudeness but is too afraid to say otherwise.

@[Liit]
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Liit Posts: N/A
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every day the gods are flipping coins

The soft patter of the raindrops filled the air around her, her back turned on the trunk of the tree, her dark eyes searching uselessly into the wet din that fell around her. It reminded her a little of home, and how the air had smelt when she had been old enough to remember that rain, wet grass and rock all had their own unique, wet smells in the rain. Flustered by the quick pace that had found her under the tree in time, the mare’s breath is still slightly laboured with a voice cuts through the sound of rainfall behind her. Twitching to one side and turning her pale head rather suddenly in the direction of the voice, she is confronted with a rather astonishingly red and winged mare, rather different from what she had seen so far in Helovia.

Casting a quick glance across the ruby skin of the strange mare, Liit took a moment to drink in her appearance before replying. “You and me both, it seems.” She adds in soft agreement to having just managed to avoid the full force of the drizzle that was quickly growing into a torrential downpour. Before the pale mare has enough time to question the red mare as to her reasoning for being out here, though she assumed the red was here for just as unimportant or needless of a visit as Liit’s own, there was a shadow that seemed to fall across their hooves and the strong, wet smell of dirt and damp leather cut the air between the two mares, horned and winged. Twisting her head to look at the newcomer, the mottled mare manages a swift and careful step to the side, giving the stallion a wide berth and taking note that this was the first male she had seen in these lands since her arrival.

If he was the best specimen out there, perhaps Liit was soon to be sorely disappointed when she started searching for courtships.

The stallion speaks up, and the pale mare tosses a somewhat surprised look momentarily in the direction of the winged woman. Once she was looking back at the horned stallion, she blinks and answers, no doubt before the red stranger has a chance. “I’m sure we could say the same about you.” Though the rain had done it’s work on the stallion’s dark skin, it seemed there were still remnants of mud and what looked like blood, still woven into the creases of his fur and roughening the edges of his coat, leaving Liit to assume that the smell he complained of must have belonged to him.

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delsolea
the static on your arm - it is the catalyst
It seemed that they were not the only two under the tree in this burst of brilliant rain. Yet even so, Delsolea noted the less than happy way he moved and when he spoke, it echoed there as well. Without much further thought, Delsolea backed away a step or so, remaining under the tree but so she could see the other mare and the strange stallion, who seemed to carry some kind of bag strapped across his shoulder.

It was the horned woman who spoke in return to him. Delsolea was glad her horns seemed to go straight up rather than out to the side – saved her having to dodge to avoid them. It was right what she said though, Delsolea felt a smirk tug at her mind but didn’t let it show on her face. There she allowed a little disdain, though nothing too unfriendly.

She’d never been so good at this friends making thing either, maybe when she had been younger but not for a very long time now.

“Ain’t that the truth. Rain doesn’t make for a good cologne very often,” she says, feeding off the mare a little in regards to having something quite sassy to say, though she doesn’t smile, doesn’t grin. She only watches.

The silence hangs; the only sound the rain falling around them. For a moment, Delsolea wonders if this would be as awkward as it felt the entire time. She is curious about what is in the bag though, but she doesn’t ask. While she isn’t overtly friendly, she does not leap to being personal so quick.

“Perhaps introductions are in order… I’m Delsolea,” she says simply, giving her name with a little ruffle of her red wings, as her eyes look from the mare to the stallion – wondering who they were.

@[Liit]
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Oxy the Addict Posts: 322
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Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.2hh :: 9 [Tallsun] HP: 73.5 | Buff: DANCE
Unnamed :: Common Boggart :: Mayhem Sevin
#6
Oxy
You're an asshole. An utterly unashamed, rotten to the bone, miserable asshole. And you don't give one care in the world. But, obviously, it seems like these mare's done care at all either. They even have the nerve and the gall to gang up on you, to call you out as being the smelly pumpkin in this flooding patch. Naturally, your ears fall back to your head in response to their witty comments but, to be fair, you did ask for it, barging in here and fouling up the place with your shady drugs and greasy attitude. The one redeeming thing in this meeting as that both of the ladies stepped back to give you a wide birth. Small victories.

For a moment, you ponder the miniscule gray mare and wonder how much effort it would take to just step up and squish her. At the very least, the pondering is a welcome distraction from having to listen to the pegasus' name. It's not like its something you'll remember anyway. Jeez, you don't even know what the Glass Horn's name is and she's been leading your scrawny ass for almost a year. And then there's Snowflake, probably the only real friend you've got in the whole land, and you're about 87.6% certain that her real isn't Snowflake. On account of the fact that the pegasus definitely isn't as important to you as either of those other two, you take pleasure in the fact that you've been able to ignore her.

But drugs are a fickle mistress, so while you can manage grumpy for a period of time, there are moments where you'd rather amuse yourself than isolate yourself. “Just call me High,” you say as a particularly slimy string of drool drips over you lip and strings down, falling off in a gruesomely slow display of viscosity. Your general nonsense even manages to draw a small smirk onto your lips before you remember that you're supposed to be tall, gruff and boorish. You go back to scowling and push forwards towards the tree, oh-so-gracefully taking to rubbing moist skin against it in an effort to reliving some itching.

Perhaps nobody will ever nominate you for a beauty award, but at least nobody can say you weren't true to your personality.

@[Liit]
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every day the gods are flipping coins

When he looked at her, he had disturbing eyes. Had Liit been alone in the shadow of the great tree amongst the field of purple thistles, she would have cautiously backed away, but instead she had the subtle backing of the red mare. Despite not being alone, she was still discomforted at the way he looked at her, and all the pale woman could do was stare back, listening to the soft, feminine words of the red. She catches her name and makes sure to file that carefully away somewhere- perhaps it would do well for the supposed beasts in the Basin to not be aware of her fraternizing with the winged kind.

Subtly reminded of the painted girls words and staring the greasy stallion in the eye, she felt a small, invisible shiver crawl up her spine, finding herself worried that Lena was the exception to the monstrosities that Abishia had spoken of.

Liit is mentally jarred when the stallion says his name, accented by a rather uninterested look in his clouded eyes and a long string of spittle that ran freely from his lips. Now Liit would have furrowed her brow and cringed at such a sight, but her kind was incapable of the complexities of facial expression, so instead she gapes and stares in his direction as he moves towards the tree before turning back to Delsolea. “My name is Liit.” She imagined the red mare would be more likely to be interested in her name, being that she had offered hers first and the stallion was going about relieving an itch in the middle of their conversation.

After a moment of contemplation, the little mare looks back at the stallion, now positioned on the other side of the tree and rubbing it rather furiously. Clearing her throat, as if to get his attention (and acting rather boldly on her part, no doubt fueled by the presence of the winged mare) she speaks up again. “Are you always so social, or are we blessed today?” The tone she uses to address him sounds as though she is asking a legitimate question, instead of making a poke at his social inabilities. Perhaps she said it because he was more socially inept than she was, Liit wasn’t entirely sure.

@[Delsolea]
ooc: lol, Liit is kind of making me think of Bernadette from The Big Bang Theory....
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delsolea
the static on your arm - it is the catalyst
Delsolea wasn’t sure whether she should recoil and stay away from the stallion, or be intrigued by him. The mare, Liit, was one that she felt she had more that she might be able to speak around her. It was just who they both were though, Delsolea saw something of a stallion she once knew, all to her own unhappiness and misery, in this one. Calling himself High, it suited him. Perhaps he was, as Liit spoke to him. Delsolea cocked her head slightly, looking from one horned creature to the other. She was the odd one one, wings at her sides with no horn adorning her head – yet it hardly bothered her.

Instead, she gives a little quiet chuckle, only audible to herself really, at what Liit had to say to him. Then she looks around, “Is that a name or a state of mind?” She says, more of a statement than the question she posed but Delsolea did not mean it as a cruel jest. It was an observation, and he was different.

So was Liit, though. Each was odd, and this little meeting in the shelter of a tree during a rainstorm was not something she’d have really seen coming.

Delsolea looked around to Liit though, her green eyes fixing on her for a moment.

“Well… isn’t this a strange little session,” she throws in, with an odd smile on her lips as she finishes.

It was rather though, and despite being awkward, Delsolea found it to be quite interesting at least.
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@[Liit]

Oxy the Addict Posts: 322
Hidden Account atk: 5.5 | def: 7.5 | dam: 8
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.2hh :: 9 [Tallsun] HP: 73.5 | Buff: DANCE
Unnamed :: Common Boggart :: Mayhem Sevin
#9
Oxy
Figures. You can't even scratch yourself in peace. But then, you get it. You're hot peace of unicorn ass and everybody wants to be your friend. Or something like that. Like that time that Rose Red tried to come onto you, whispering seductive words into your ear. But you showed her, biting her for her idiocy. You haven't met any mares in this land worthy of your time or... masculine qualities. Not that you're super interested anyway. Doing that sort of nonsense just causes foals to be running all about, crying your name and being a general nuisance. And how are you going to get any work done if you're surrounded by tiny fools all the time. No. You think not.

Still, she asked, so you go ahead and stop itching and turn around and sort of join back up into the ground. “Are you useful for anything? If you are, we might have something to talk about.” You frown as you respond, then return your gaze to the pegasus. You try to think of some witty response but intoxication is rarely a good way to find a quick brain and snappy responses. So instead you just dig your nose into your shoulder bag and pull out one of your locoweed vines, savoring it as you chew it deliberately, looking her in the eye the whole time. Weird? Yes. Answers her question? Maybe.

But your companion doesn't wish to be left out of all the fun, appalled by your rudeness but driven by her need for fun, and having thus far watched yourself make a fool of yourself from the safety of the trees above. Having decided that Liit would be much more fun to pester, the little black wisp of a creature descends from the boughs of the tree and heads towards her face, morphing into a pair of black swan wings. She tries her best to flutter close to Liit's muzzle, to create a sort of wing mustache upon the girl's face, and flapping a gentle breeze. You just sort of chuckle in response. For once, you are amused by her antics and you watch eagerly to see what will come of it.

@[Liit]
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Liit Posts: N/A
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every day the gods are flipping coins

She and the winged red beast appeared to have similar thoughts about this strange situation. The three of them had simply been searching for a way to get out of the rain, and perhaps it had been the rain that brought them together. Liit only thought that it was unfortunate that they had to share the shade with the seemingly anti-social and rather rude stallion, but she was thankful, at least, that the red mare had a good dose of sense to her.

What Delsolea says about the stallion calling himself High is accented by the stallion reaching into the little leather pouch that dangles from his shoulder and chewing at whatever he found in there. Narrowing her eyes, the small, pale mare stares at him for a moment, unsure of just what he was doing. For a moment she glances back towards the winged woman as if checking to make sure that she too saw what she was seeing, and still Delsolea makes another observation of the situation that seems to say exactly what Liit was thinking.

Shifting her weight, she was about to turn her gaze back towards the stallion, folding her ears back at what he had to say. Before she can comment on what the stallion has said or ask just what he had in his shoulder pouch, there was a black fluttering motion in front of her face, and she bolts a few, fast steps to one side, turning to see the pair of wings that flap towards her face. Not immediately seeing danger in what was coming after her, she drops her head and lifts it quickly, like shaking her head up and down to get rid of a nuisance, but instead hoping that her sharp horns might be enough to deter whatever it was that had set its sights on her face.

Normally, Liit would have found herself bolting out from under the tree to get away from things that she didn’t know or was unsure of, but the heavy thrum of the rain beyond the shelter of the tree was enough to deter her from making a run for it. Liit also imagined that becoming an acquaintance with the red mare would be worth the harassment from whatever it was that was fluttering around her face. For now, she just kept shaking her head up and down, her spiraled horns pointed towards the black wings.

@[Delsolea]
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