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[OPEN] I like the smell of rain

Africa the Starry-Eyed Posts: 727
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Mare :: Pegasus :: 16 :: 6 (Tallsun) Buff: NOVICE
Silas :: Common Zephyr :: Roc Riven
#1
“Home at last...” Africa yawned aloud, exhausted, completely overwhelmed by the intensity of the week just passed. Weariness furrowed her brow as it lifted to find the glittering form of her companion as he sailed across the thick blanket of storm clouds overhead, but the one-winged Sultana was smiling and generally, her spirits were high. The zephyr’s piercing cry fell from the vast late afternoon sky, but it was soon lost beneath the thunder’s hearty rumble. As pale eyes fell to trace the dusty trail guiding her into the oasis, the first rain of the season began to fall, cool liquid plunging, scattering across a barren landscape that realised not how thirsty it was.

The drum of liquid across her back was welcome after such a long, hot season, and the flames danced as a wild wind swept off the lashing ocean. Sheet lightning clawed with fluorescent yellow fingers though the ominous dark above and when finally a fork broke free, the whole desert surrounding seemed to blaze fiercely. The one-winged mare hastened her stride, adopting in place of her leisurely amble, a brisk, bouncing trot. The need for shelter was imminent, vital, and while she would have loved to dance and play with reckless abandon like she might have as a child, a stern voice pulled her away.

And if ice-rocks begin to fall? he posed matter-of-factly, swooping by to urge her along. Africa snorted, a plume of icy rain spraying with the breath, and she cantered obligingly for the remained of their journey.

At last she fell beneath writing limbs, flickering leaves and snapping ribbon-like palm leaves. Silas found to perch in, a dense, old mimosa whose roots fed directly from the deep spring feeding the Throat’s lake. The tree offered considerable shelter, and the Starry-Eyed slipped quickly beneath it, shaking out her heavy, water-logged mane. WHY! The zephyr shrieked, Could you not have done that outside? The mare giggled softly as the weather raged beyond, Silas, would you mind helping me take this off? It’s drenched...She was referring to the sagging, dripping robe that had glued against her skin, and brushing aside his frustration, the bird fluttered down to aid the mare.
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Sikeax the Sea Soul Posts: 355
Outcast atk: 4 | def: 9 | dam: 6
Mare :: Hybrid :: 16 hh :: 5 years HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Hobgoblin :: Common Rougarou :: Water & Seoul :: Plain White Dragon :: Toxic Breath Zuno
#2
Find a way to believe in fate


Drip. Drip. SLAM.
Once sweet, rhythmic and relaxing, the whole state of the thunderstorm had changed to violence: a prince charming made bad boy who wanted the wild side and did what it took to be there. Soon, she'd be drowning in water, having escaped the beach and her blessed safe place when the waves rose high and came in land. What was lost would take time to rebuild, something that made her stamp a hoof in annoyance, but could be taken care of in every bit of her free time that she'd been lacking as of recently. Going to the floating island and seeing the World's Edge had engulfed her, and with much more to fill it in, there was no time for doing what she wanted. Even the morning with Amara was more of work than seeing an old friend.
Moving along wet sand issued a challenge. It was unwilling to stay in the place, running away from the pressure slammed down when her strides tried gain ground, causing stumbles and even the occasional fall. She'd fallen once on it while nearing the outskirts of the oasis, wet, disgusting, orange sand glued and matted to the left side of her body. The rain wanted no part in assisting, but as limestone and grass replaced the sand, her pace was lazy, chest heaving forward with a head hung low. A limp tail held a depressing appearance when it fell between her legs, a matted lock draped midway up the right leg. A lone sigh announces her arrival, and the storm has it's fun at her to allow the lightning to scream a harsh bout of laughter across the landscape.
Voices ring out like whispers on the wind, not wanting to be heard, to be ignored by those that have become unlucky in having to hear them, but adds a tingle to the spinal column that makes one aware as of things you can't see. While refusing to let herself be viewed in such a disgusting state, the cold stabs of water knives make her pray for the dry spaces beneath the tangled arms of trees. Cautious though moving quickly with a slow stride, desperate but weak, depressing, an ugly sight to be seen. Hopefully, if she was to come to find any soul in her refuge, they wouldn't be judging.
Raindrops become small drips when the rain is blocked by the tree. She shakes, shivering because it's cold, even more harsh now that she's come to be soaking wet in a dry place. Stream rises up from her nostrils like smoke from volcanic vents. Only when she looks inward to the trunk does she notice her sister.
"Oh, Africa. It's good to see you." None of the words have meaning, merely something to say to a friend when she isn't in the state to be seen as a friend, yet alone her leader. The dappled mare never was a lead to her in her private eyes, knowing that deep down, the mare was still the same one she'd met in a younger day. "I guess the rain is what always brings us together, huh?" There is some sort of happiness in it, but it remains hidden, faint behind her current appearance that blocks all the joy of seeing a good friend.


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Africa the Starry-Eyed Posts: 727
Deceased
Mare :: Pegasus :: 16 :: 6 (Tallsun) Buff: NOVICE
Silas :: Common Zephyr :: Roc Riven
#3
After a considerable effort, pulling and tugging stubborn wet fabric awkwardly, the cloak fell with a slap, in a heavy heap by her hooves. If not for the cool, sweet scent of the falling rain, it would have reeked horribly of horse; of sweat and dirt baked on for weeks and weeks. The zephyr stood splay-legged with flared, fanning wings amid the twisting fire along her waving crest; the feat had been nothing but a flaming pain, an inconvenience that he wished never to repeat... Thank you, she sighed, thick, matted grey tendrils of mane and forelock branched forward across her sodden face. As the bird ascended back to his modestly protected perch in the tree, Africa shook the dreads and they slumped back to place along the stretch of her powerful neck, tangled and dripping.

She had grown less and less fond of the cloak (wore it less and less), and now she realised that it probably had not been lost by the being who owned it previously, it had more likely been discarded. Nevertheless, she dipped her skull to pick it up with a careful bite and slung it across the lowest of the Mimosa’s feeble limbs do dry a little.

Another deafening burst of thunder, complimented with thrilling, vivid lightning filled the grim atmosphere, and Africa could not help but pause humbly as she dithered uncomfortably beneath the sparse shelter. There came from the outside the scrabble of hoof through pebbly mud, and Sikeax appeared with steaming breath, looking quite worse for wear and not the least bit impressed- or so the dappled mare thought, the slightest smile tweaking her lips. She lifted her wing to welcome her friend and sister forward, so that they might be spared the wrath of the storm together; and she chortled amusedly at the suggestion that monsoonal events seemed always to bring them close.

“So it would seem! she answered, pale eyes examining the dishevelled state of the Unicorn. She gestured twitching, smiling lips forward, reaching to brush the thick slick of sand from the left side of the amber champagne body; to groom and tend to the appearance of the mare caringly. Thunder bellowed again, and Africa wondered quietly if the storm cell was still building, resting above their home like the moon above the stars. “What’s news sister?” she asked vaguely, not particularly interested in anything in particular, but curious none the less to find out how Sikeax had been of late.
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Sikeax the Sea Soul Posts: 355
Outcast atk: 4 | def: 9 | dam: 6
Mare :: Hybrid :: 16 hh :: 5 years HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Hobgoblin :: Common Rougarou :: Water & Seoul :: Plain White Dragon :: Toxic Breath Zuno
#4
Find a way to believe in fate


If the world was a placed filled to the brim with demons, then Africa had been the lone saint who Sikeax saw as one who learned from her taunts, not wounded by them. Hard times came to everyone, and she could easily guess by scars on the older mare that her friend had seen her fair share.
The gentle caress of grooming procedures leaves her to lock muscles momentarily, caught off guard but reminded that the only one there was one she trusted deeply. A heavy head is lowered deeper, eyes half-lidded while she tells herself that it's polite to return the favour. Sickness is likely to pool in her body after this. The feeling is already rising up with the guilty conscious that she will sicken her companion as well.
Africa always sets forth the conversation for them, bringing a smile to the girl when the matters of driving rain and thunder are their reasons to seek one another out. She asks of news, the recent goings-ons of her life that have left her buried in busy hours. The more prominent signs of malnutrition and weight loss brought out by stress and the natural changing of seasons are becoming harder to ignore. Resplendence's face upon looking at her for the first had haunted the deep corners of her mind. She should of taken more time to herself, to gorge herself in food and hope it doesn't press on the shadows of sickness more.
"Much, as I'm sure goes for you as well." Her head raises, neck straining while her weak muscles work to make her move when her body screams for rest and sleepy another thing she has lacked recently. "There was a party on the island hosted by the Edge. There was a lot of song and dance, but I didn't see anyone from the Throat." The whole memory itself is blurred, lost to a place she isn't accessing at the moment.
"I met Resplendence with Andromeda as well. She was there at the party with a black and white mare." The mare seems no stranger to her though she has yet to come to know their name. Frequent occurrences where she had seen the female had sparked her curiosity, but not enough for her to seek out the unknown.

OOC: I'm sorry for my lateness. Bare with me, this week has been unnaturally difficult.


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you were angels,
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Africa the Starry-Eyed Posts: 727
Deceased
Mare :: Pegasus :: 16 :: 6 (Tallsun) Buff: NOVICE
Silas :: Common Zephyr :: Roc Riven
#5
Africa found Sikeax’s return gesture pleasant enough, though she had neither sought nor needed the favour herself. Obviously it was a token of their friendship, the warmth and selfless exchange only reinstated the worth of the growing bond between them, and the dappled mare’s taught shoulders relaxed beneath the tender touch of working lips. She was less a sensual creature than she had been in times gone by; needy stallions keen to abuse her giving, sensitive spirit had well and truly slain that side, but standing near the lovely Unicorn mare, desert sister, Africa felt at ease.

The rain did little to extinguish the marvellous flames as they danced on along her elegant crest, all throughout the lavish length of thick mane, and her tail too hanging limp and saturated between her hocks. It did little to sour her mood, seemed to cleanse her mind as it did the dust from her coat. Occasionally, as she sheltered in Sikeax’s close company, her coat would flinch as the cupped leaves building the canopy above gave way and minute streams spilt down upon her; but she was comfortable enough there.

The Starry-Eyed noticed easily the sobering transformation of the other mare which had seemingly worsened since even as recently as the herd meeting. As she preened and nuzzled, running lips carefully across the withering champagne frame, the quiet concern began to cloud her thoughts- that was, until the Unicorn began to speak....

Africa was intrigued, a party? She paused her grooming to glance by her sister’s gaunt face and smile, portraying her interest and nodded gentle encouragement. Perhaps that had taken place after the first time she’d ventured home (there had been many after all- the Sultana’s workload was infinite). A mild wave of disappointment chilled her core and mottled, wet coat flinched vulnerably, cold already, and the storm grew still louder outside. IT might have been nice to catch up with old acquaintances, with Resplendence in particular, but there was little point in dwelling.

A thoughtful smile slithered across dripping features and the dappled mare stepped back from Sikeax, so that they were standing as near to front on as could be.

“What was the party for?” she asked quickly, curious, remembering that recently an invitation to some similar even at the Basin had been left by the bridge. “I’m so glad you were there to represent us,” she added further, breath pluming as her voice slipped between curling lips, “...it’s such a shame more didn't take part with you. I can only imagine what a wonderful celebration it would've been- it was a celebration I’m guessing...” Africa craned her neck away from Sikeax for a second, tossing her face as she did so to clear her eyes of the matted forelock so determined to glue across her eyes.

[@[Sikeax], don’t apologise :) I hope everything is alright <3]

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Sikeax the Sea Soul Posts: 355
Outcast atk: 4 | def: 9 | dam: 6
Mare :: Hybrid :: 16 hh :: 5 years HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Hobgoblin :: Common Rougarou :: Water & Seoul :: Plain White Dragon :: Toxic Breath Zuno
#6
Find a way to believe in fate


The touch that was pulled away didn't make the girl feel any ill, listening as caring friends shall do for one another when there is conversation to be done. She wants to know more about the party, like anyone would want to do if they'd missed any sort of significant gathering. Sikeax mentally scolds herself for not paying the closest of attention to everyone else's whereabouts after Rikyn had wanted to spend time with her. As a child, she's sure she was the same way with her elders, especially Tonka, whose attention she constantly begged and pleaded for without a care for any tasks the bay stud might of needed to do.
"I'm sure of it. It was for the Moon; something occurred in the sky involving it, but I know nothing as of those kind of things, only the stars and Moon and that there's dancing lights in the sky at night up north." A haunting feeling takes over for a moment when she remembers all of the lights and the memories left up there, sighing to expel the bad.
"As for the rest, I'm unsure of what all happened. A small Basin colt named Rikyn came and visited with me, looking for a friend, and that was shortly after the beginning. There's a gold painted Pegasus mare who got in a short argument of sorts with Resplendence and left shortly after."
Africa mentions having missed it, something Sikeax simply nods to. She can't say much to that. What would there to be said if she even could? "There'll always be more parties and celebrations to come. Maybe one we will attend together." It's all meant in the good of her heart, forcing herself to forget her friend is busy and doesn't have every second to spend playing and running about Sikeax believes herself to do so.
Neglecting to ask with polite manners about the other's recent days and things, rudeness pricks an unseen and nonexistent finger. "What have you been doing as of recently?"


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you were angels,
so much more than everything

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