B r a n w y n.
Flints drug her corpse downwards as she made her way through the treacherous slope. She seen this hole from a ways off, and wanted to investigate it more. Sliding down the rocks, she seen the opening to the cavern and after much sliding and careful picking, she finally made her way in. Has her ooids adjusted to the dim lit cavern, she was amazed at what she saw. It was much more than a hole opening up in the earth, it was vast and complex. Molten, fiery earth flowed and ebbed on the other side of a transparent crystal wall. Standing before the barrier, she watched protected from the heat and spitting fire as the earth’s veins pumped its thick molten blood about the heart. She stood in awe as her liquid blue optics soaked in the rare and unusual site. The place held so much mystery and magic; from its odd equine looking creatures to its hidden caverns like this.
To say that she regretted finding and being a part of Helovia now, was far from her mind. She was enthralled and somewhat excited to be a part of this magic place. In this one great room she stood, there were paths to many other places. She dare not move from here. There was time to explore later but currently she was more than happy to watch the lava flow and be enchanted by the way it moved.
Her mind wondered back to how she came to be here, and how Rosti had taken her to the falls. She wasn’t sure exactly what her position entailed, but that was neither here nor there in her mind. The falls was just a place to be, that seemed safe. Miadas seemed nice and caring enough, although maybe not so excited about her gender. There seemed to be quite a few mares in the herd and not many stallions. That was all well and good if you needed to breed and army, but if someone was to attack without warning, it might not be the best of scenarios. Although, the females could be trained to be great warriors and fight – it was general knowledge that the male species was generally more apt to fight and what have you, at least… that was how she was raised to believe. Here in these lands, it wouldn’t be such a surprise to her however if some female species seemed to outrank the males or be in close comparison because of magic, horns, wings and many other contributions that these equines seemed to hold.
Standing in the dim lit cavernous room, her mind switched from through to thought but one thing here didn’t seem to afflict her anymore… the voices of her dead children weren’t there in her mind. She blinked and searched and listened, straining her nape as if she were concentrating on a sound closer to the rock floor. Nothing. They weren’t here… she stood there and thought to herself… how odd. Perhaps the ebbing lava had such a calming effect on her mind that she was able to forget they even exited and plagued her. No whispers, no tormenting little nagging voices – nothing! She laughed an odd, ringing laughter as she stood there and watched through the crystal wall. She needed to come here more often then, maybe even make this her new ‘home’, if that was even plausible to do. Probably not, since she was a member of herd, Rosti may be sent out to find her.
Her alabaster hued flints splayed out before her as she dipped her front half down and stretched a lazy and long stretch. Maw parted as she yawned and let lose a groan into the dark. She liked it here, but it was a tad lonely without the little shits keeping her mind busy. She wondered if other equine often visited here or if they seemed to be preoccupied with all the other odd and interesting places that were sure to be around here. Folding up her flints she let her body flop to the ground in front of the crystal wall as she hypnotically continued to watch the lava flow, her mind and body relaxing. She could easily take a nap right about now….
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09-18-2014, 01:35 AM
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Dark hooves gain a solid purchase on the ground when the hybrid drops from the sky. A satisfying thud resonates from beneath each blunt weapon as the bird sets each pillar down, pulling her wings in at her sides once she is sure that her body has settled. Amber eyes reflect the glow of the cave as the bird peers into it. Light is not the only substance that its gaping maw emits, for the Earth's warm breath tugs playfully at the maiden's wild locks.
What is this place? As alive as the cave may appear, it is unable to provide an answer for the descending bird. Loose soil and crumbling rocks shift underneath her sliding feet, announcing her arrival to any who have found themselves in this peculiar place. Whilst striped legs seek to gain purchase on the slick brown steps, a penetrative stare rakes over the surroundings. Her radiant body weaves between the stalagmites, admiring the height of their jagged peaks. You'd think this to be the maw of some beast.Her dark thoughts are a nesting ground for more of the cavern's shadow to form. How many have discovered this place just to get lost in its belly? It is one question that the Chieftess has no desire to answer.
A blood-dipped wing is about to run up the length of a particularly large tooth when the bird detects another's presence. White-rimmed eyes shift from the cavern's sharp edges to the mare's rounded ones. They take in the equine's slender build and porcelain hair, emitting a snort of distaste when she sees that her crown is outlined by the cave's fiery glow. She certainly looks like a saint, but the truth lies beneath the flesh. What secrets do you keep, dainty thing? The maiden's stare hardens when it settles on the trinket resting at her dappled breast. A feathered wither lifts in interest, but her face remains devoid of any emotion.
Instead of drawing attention to the foreigner's precious little item, the cunning bird gestures towards one of many tunnels with her nose. "I trust you don't secretly desire to take a fiery swim, but I am going further in these caves if it interests you." She hesitates briefly, unsure of whether or not this invitation is wise. She does not know this mottled figure, after all. "Bellona." A name is offered as if to make up for their lack of companionship; nothing more than what was given to her at birth -- no title, no land, nothing. The peahen shrugs her broad shoulders. Seems like a good enough introduction to her. "Let's go."
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Her mind was lax and drifting to and from slumber, in that state of half sleep where you are almost dreaming but it seems too real. Lately, everything was so lucid to her, she figured she was dreaming up this colorful being in her mind when her eyes finally focused and the mare stayed before her. Startled, Wryns muscles tightened as she looked her over in awe. This being was taller than her, not terribly taller but still, a good bit. She eyed the winged mare with suspicion as the mare eyed her back, including her gem. It was there, for her to remember. Something she had found in the soil that struck her as so beautiful. Being a crafter in the herd now, she was learning her trade. Soon, maybe she could make magnificent artwork like Midas.
The mares vocals broke the silence first as she beckoned Wryn to come with her, deeper into the belly of the caves. She didn’t have to ask twice, Wryns legs moved on cue, as she looked at the mare. She shouldn’t trust someone she didn’t know, and maybe she didn’t trust her but she seemed too beautiful not to be around. Wryn had a heavy mind and heart, and needed the company although… she was hoping that the mare wouldn’t whiteness the beast come from her. please… please for once… stay sane… she thought to herself. She had drove away everyone she had met in Helovia so far because she couldn’t control her alternate personality. The only one who didn’t bat an eye at her, was Midas. He didn’t know how much that meant to him.
Nervously she let her slender legs pick a way through the rocks behind the mare, examining her and admiring her form before speaking. Beautiful name, Bellona…. I am Branwyn she paused and cleared her throat nervously… her emotions were on her face … she could never hide how she felt. Please.. call me Wryn. her voice was so soft, she wasn’t sure if the mare had even heard her. A small rock fell from the wall as the earth rattled and the lava churned in the belly of the thing they were in. Wryn jumped and made a noise, snorting loudly. She wasn’t usually as high strung, perhaps her Arab lines were showing all the more… she just didn’t want to lose her mind in front of this beautiful creature but she could already feel herself slipping and the beast inside, clawing its way out and chewing at her neck. Choking she looked ahead in fear and shook her dial as her blue eyes searched for something to calm her … she locked eyes with the mare in front of her, apologetically starring at her in the darkness whispering forgive me, beautiful being but not everything is as it seems
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Mictla :: Common Rougarou :: Shadow
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09-26-2014, 07:37 PM
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The foreigner scrambles to her hooves almost immediately, and the exuberant bird cocks her head in interest. She appreciates how quickly the milk-splashed mare can follow orders. I can make use of someone like you, even if you are not built for battle. Her embers flash with a cunning glare before disappearing in shadow, hiding the look by turning her head away.
As she presses on towards the tunnel closest to her, the tips of her wings stretched out to graze its walls, a question forms in her mind. Rather than puzzle over the matter alone, she seeks Branwyn's take on the matter. "What do you think lies ahead of us? Treasure? Foes? Death?" The vixen is not as concerned with the options she has laid out for the mare as much as what her answer will be; the dappled's answer will hint at her desires more truthfully than any other question that the Chieftess can pose.
But what is it that I seek down here? All that I want is dead and gone, or out of reach. Images of the Addict and of the silver-stained man flash before her, which strikes the Aztec as odd even as she flinches from the vision. Normally it is the memories of her tribe that cause her so much pain, and not the thought of useless men. Even as she tries to convince herself of this her face darkens and short ears sweep back. Her heart has made her out to be a fool more than once; her instincts, however, have not. And from what the bird can gather, it is idiotic to yearn for either man, for what can be done when one is bound to another? Nothing. She has herself to think about, and a herd; what more can she ever justify caring for?
They are all filth, meant only as pawns to wage our battles and as fathers to care for children. Perhaps they have uses more plentiful than just that, but that is all that I ever care to need them for. A shadowed head rises, grazing the damp roof above with her ears. She has grown weary of the other sex's attempts at deviation, and she will no longer fall for their hollow words and meaningless bonds. I reject your love.
A haughty bellow sounds from the mare, finalizing the unspoken promise that she has just made. Dark thoughts are interrupted by the distant glow of a lighted chamber, and the beauty pulls herself from the confines of her psyche to revel in its glory. Light strikes through the ceiling and against the bright pigments of her hide, bouncing back onto glittering walls to tint the precious stones embedded there. To another soul, this room could only be described as beautiful. Lustrous. Exquisite. Maybe even supernatural. To the vixen, though, it is merely...
Exuberant.
Yes, for once in the bitter Chieftess' life, she appreciates the natural beauty that surrounds her. She does not define its worth with cruel words or a sharp tongue. She does not play it off as some sort of false fantasy, or a trick of the mind. In all of its simplicity, this chamber of rocks and stones and lights is extraordinary. The rippling flames behind curious eyes dart from one gem to the next, trying to take in all of their shifting colors and dancing lights as she turns to study them all. The twirling damsel only heightens the effect of this dazzling display, though, until finally she can convince herself to stop. The peahen does not know what to think in the presence of such beauty, and she cannot believe how quickly the nature of a cave can distract her from her thoughts.
"What is this place?" Her wonder is apparent even in the brusqueness of her tone. She may have learned to appreciate the glamour of this place, but she is still as rude and conniving as ever. The moment is too glorious to ruin for now though, so the bird works on keeping her mouth firmly shut after speaking.
Let the mottled woman take in the sights of this place, and then you can go back to your usual rude self.
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{She's been changing moods a lot lately, so forgive me if this makes no sense.. @[Branwyn]!}
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