Lace the Silverthorn Posts: 459
| Deceased atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5 |
| Stallion :: Equine :: 15.3 hh :: 14 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Fajira :: Plain White Dragon :: Fire Breath
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08-31-2012, 09:53 AM
(This post was last modified: 08-31-2012, 12:49 PM by Lace.)
LACE
Who, in his mind,
has not probed the dark water?
They ran. Hooves pounded the earth like sticks to a giant drum, accompanied by the deafening rumble from the black clouds that now ruled the night sky. He could feel the strain of muscles as they stretched and contracted, stretched and contracted once more for each leap, every movement lighting a fire beneath the silver skin that had been colored a deep steel gray by the rain. Like a curtain it fell, heavy and hard as if the seas were trying to rise upon dry land, the droplets whipping the dried soil until the topmost layer consisted of little but watery mud. It would disappear quickly, devoured by the thirsty ground and the heat that still lingered in the air during the day, but for now the downpour was too much to process, too violent to absorb. Mud and grass splashed high up along his sooty black legs, and with the white tassels whipping in the strong wind he ran, ran as if both life and soul was at stake.
By his side the dragon flapped her wings as fast as she could, small but strong and with mastery skills as she sailed the fury of the storm, easily managing to keep up with her larger companion. They laughed as they thundered forth, howling with cheer and mindless thrill when lightnings seared across the sky. They didn't care about the danger of being out in the open. They had no room for fear in their connected mind. They were one soul in two bodies, thinking as one, moving as one. They reveled in the warmth of their connection and closed out everything else, erasing both past and the future; why would they need any of that, when they could savor one another, right then and there?
But strong as they were, not even their stamina would last them forever. When shortness of breath and a pleasant ache within the muscles forced the two soaked beings to slow down, Lace found that he had no idea where he was. A hunch made him guess that they had been frolicking towards the east across the Meadow, and through the darkness and whipping rain he could just barely make out the darkness of trees up ahead.
Some shelter perhaps? he asked Fajira as she landed on his drenched back, slipping somewhat on the sleek coat. He was grateful for the bond that eased their conversation, and as she quietly agreed the stallion continued ahead, trotting at a steady pace that soon brought them up to the tree line of the forest. He hesitated for a moment. The darkness between the thick trunks was solid, and in the fury of the storm his senses weren't very reliable. He could barely see, not hear anything but the thunder and the pouring rain and wind, and all the scents that didn't wash away were thrown in disarray by the moisture.
Are you scared, silver-coat? the White teased in his mind, causing the grulla to snort sharply. She knew better than that...
If you're not scared then why hesitate? Don't worry, I'll protect you. He wouldn't admit it even if his life depended on it, but the words were reassuring. Accompanied by thunder and the amused laughter of his dragon, Lace carefully began to ease in through the outer thicket, treading carefully in the darkness that lured under the thick canopy. The stillness beneath the leaved branches was deafening compared to the fury out in the open. Here the wind was noticed only as a mumbled roar in the trees, creaking and groaning as they twitched and writhed in the night.
The rain kept falling but lost its bite after connecting with slowly yellowing leaves; it sometimes dripped slowly, sometimes cascaded down in a sudden flurry of wet leaves when a branch couldn't hold on to the weight any longer. Lace breathed slowly, feeling the scent of greenery and moist earth and slowly decomposing things; he twitched and sidestepped nervously when a bunch of sticky leaves slapped him in the face. Shuddering from the unpleasant sensation he moved on ahead, warily placing his feet on the ground, constantly feeling for roots and rocks to make sure he wouldn't stumble and break a leg. Slowly, surely, he made his way deeper into the forest, muscles tense and all senses prepared for flight should anything appear.
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Cracks of thunder pealed above the deep woodlands. Lines of electricity danced across the horizon frantically. The sky's loud and chaotic display frightened the dappled mare who lingered below. Her elegant frame pranced through the copse, leaping over downed trees and sliding over wet ground. She had already been through one violent storm, the one that had taken her from her home and thrown her into Helovia. Why did she have to be caught in another one? Feeling more run down then she ever had, the girl continued on through the miserable rain, not traveling to anything in particular.
Disheveled ebony locks lay damp along the silver dame's neck. Icy eyes stared blankly at their surroundings. Her mind began to wander along with her feet. She though back to the strange, troubled Gaspard, and to her lost human companions. How little she had found since coming to this new world. Loneliness enveloped her, along with slight envy at the wings and horns that seemed to adorn almost everyone she'd met. They all seemed to have a place to go, somewhere that they fit. Her place was long gone now. Dark ashen ears laid back in quiet fury as droplets rained down. She was not one to anger too easily, but recent events had pushed her limits. It took her longer than usual to notice the stallion, and she reacted with less interest than was probably safe. Azure pools slipped over the boy's form, as well as the ivory dragon beside him. Such strange sights were becoming commonplace for the dove. With a sigh, Bellatrix gathered what psychological strength she had left to greet the pair. "Hello." Faint, eloquent tones slipped from her maw, volume dulled by the sky's noise. Pinked lips tensed into a weak smile for the intricately marked buck. Water continued to slid down her bodice, sending a shiver running through her pelt as a result. The rain was a relief from the hot season, but the lithe mare was made for high temperatures, not cool forests. Lethargically, she slipped closer to the base of a majestic pine. It provided shelter from the poor weather, but there was no escape from the emotion that inwardly ravaged her.
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09-03-2012, 06:11 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-03-2012, 06:12 PM by Tor.)
TOR
a mare who is forever wandering, bound by nothing but her mind
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The mare, hidden by the trees, remained silent and observant, uncertain as to approach the two. One, a handsome stallion, and the second, a pretty mare. Perhaps both could be good companions; there was no scent of a herd clinging to them. Not the distinctly bittersweet scent of the Foothills, nor the icy sharpness of the World's Edge, and certainly not the hot, cloying red-sand scent of the Dragon's Throat. Well, both were horses, so perhaps it was clear itself. Tor shook her plain, homely face, closing her warm, rich brown eyes. She was a fairly good-looking mare herself, a light slate-blue tobiano. White splashed across her shoulders and swept a caressing line down her flanks, thickest along her hindquarters. In build, she was rather ill-suited for the forest- a heavy-looking Friesian cross, she was not the most graceful, and tended to be rather clumsy.
Tor lowered her head, relaxing her topline and swishing a tail across her damp flanks. Although the storm seemed particularly bad, in the cover of the trees she had received minimal treatment, with only a light covering of rain drops and cold flanks. Unlike the two before her, which were soaked through the skin.
"Hello," It was the mare. No harm in greeting them. Well, hopefully not. Tor decided, stepping out from behind the cover of the trees. She moved with nearly painful cautiousness. Indeed, the tall 17.1 mare meant no harm, but she wasn't certain about the others. Best course of action would be to flee if they are hostile, Tor thought to herself, swishing her wet tail across her flanks again. It was basically a guarantee of safety around her- she wished to become a healer, and definitely did not want to begin harming before starting her career. She was travelling to the Veins of the Gods at the moment, to plea for healing powers. What do I say? 'Greetings' is so tacky.
"Hello. I'm..." Should I choose a different name? No."Tor. I don't mean you any harm. I'm heading towards the Frozen Arch." Not a lie. The mare was planning on stopping by the icy caves before continuing on her journey.
"talk talk talk"
move move move
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| | Electricity traces the sky in fingers too stark for its darkness, illuminating the forest below and all who dwell within it. She feels torrents of rain upon her back, tracing down her throat in streams, rivers. Eyes closed, she draws a breath, humid and cool. This is home - for home is anywhere rain falls, and she is the rain child, the storm chaser; she is water and water is she, and she lets the onyx horn slide down her face in a black puddle. What more separates the races than a little water? So much savagery, so much resentment for little more than a twist in the genetic code, a horn or wings or nothing at all.
A dark smile for a dark night.
An ear flicks forward to a hint of sound, the cordial rumbling of voices. She feels her muscles lock, and cloven hooves dig into pine needles and dirt. Both ears tilt forward, and she can catch the strains of two female voices like brief summer breezes. Leonine tail flicks absently. She continues.
The roan pushes forward through boughs of pine, hunched tiredly forward by the heavy rain. They brush past her, reaching to touch her blackened rind, to feel this daughter of rain. She allows a passing glance towards them, a flickering smile. The rain comes down harder, if it can, pressing hard enough to create an opaque sheet, a veil. Huyana was never the girl for cinematic, but she feels it suits her today. Thunder rumbles like voices ahead. She begins to run, but she does not slip.
They come into view, these disembodied voices: a tall tobiano, a desert mare and a stallion with a dragon, pale and clear even in the torrent of water. She wonders how they see her, black and breathless and hornless and wet. Why is it so easy to condense a complex, living creature into a few words when there is obviously so much more?
And Huyana pauses before them, looking lost in the rain.
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Lace the Silverthorn Posts: 459
| Deceased atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5 |
| Stallion :: Equine :: 15.3 hh :: 14 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Fajira :: Plain White Dragon :: Fire Breath
Chan |
LACE
Who, in his mind,
has not probed the dark water?
The voice called out to him seemingly from nowhere and with a startled snort Lace shied off to the side, legs lifted high above the ground. The whites gleam around the golden eyes as he tries to pierce the darkness around him for the owner of the voice; it takes the sharp eyes of the dragon to help him find the horse where she leans against the trunk of a tree, and at once he begins to feel silly. Breathing out a sigh of relief, he ignores Fajira's trilling giggles and collect himself, turning to greet the pale dappled mare when he hear a second voice slip from the shadows. He turns to look at the second speaker, finding it easier to spot the tall girl with her large patches of white; yet again his intent of greetings are interrupted, this time not by speech but by quiet hooves that came padding towards them through the rainy night.
"Anyone else?" he inquired to none in particular and glanced at the roaned one as she came into view. He felt amused by the situation, something that became audible in his voice as he looked from one mare to the other. When no one more seemed to be wanting to add themselves to the haphazard group the grulla laughed quietly to himself and nodded in turn to all three of them, greeting them politely.
"Good evening, ladies. How are you faring this lovely night?" He inquired cheerfully, still thrilled by the run and the intensity of the weather. The stallion didn't seem at all bothered by the fact that he had been surrounded by females, just smiled good-naturedly towards them. If anything, he was surprised by how many horses that were roaming the forest in the night; the damp made it hard to make out any distinct scents, and in any case he wasn't familiar enough with the land to recognize the smell of particular heard-lands.
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Blue eyes barely flickered as two more forms came into view. Both mares from their vague scents, though one had a long, sharp horn on her forehead. A Unicorn. Well, such sights were becoming normal to the dappled doe. She'd already met a pegasus, after all. Frowning, she listened to their greetings from her shelter under the massive pine.
The silvery stallion's joyful tones made her lingering resentment rise. Why couldn't she be in such a damned good mood? A soft sigh escaped her lips. Being hostile would do her no good, especially not if she ever wanted to find some kind of companionship in this strange place. Forcing a lighter expression, she moved to the base of another tree, one that was a bit closer to the stallion and the pearly dragon. "I've seen better days. How are you?" Reluctant chords answered lightly. The ebony locked girl nodded to each of the mares, smiling in a silent greeting. The painted equine, Tor, seemed kind enough, as did the stag. But the unicorn mistress was eerily silent. It may have just been the violent looking instrument on the mare's crown, but Bellatrix felt a touch uneasy. What did they use their horns for, anyways? Don't think about that. She feebly warned herself from lingering on such things and tried to display some manners. "My name is Bellatrix. And I'm not headed anywhere in particular."
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[ ooc: Tor leaves the thread]
TOR
a mare who is forever wandering, bound by nothing but her mind
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Tor's ears twitch as she watches the unicorn approach. Her senses buzz, on high alert, as she flashes back to the black unicorn she had met- and fought- with. Unicorns. Fear tingled in her mouth, her tail flicked across her flanks. Tor hastily backed away, brown eyes half-closing. "Sorry, but I must be on my way." Twisting around, she ran, trees nicking her coat, unbridled fear driving her on, the scent of terror left in her wake. Many kilometres away, she slowed, dropping her head, nostrils flaring to suck in the air. She wanted to go home. It was exhausting, running so far and so quickly, despite her smooth gaits and long stride. Sick, sick, sick of it. The tobiano sighed miserably, wanting to go home. Home, home, home, please let me go. If only she could find her parents, or a proper family. Then why did you run away? Tor chided herself in her mind. She dropped her head, chewing absently on the drying, yellow-y grass. How she wished it was winter, with the cold embrace on her warm coat, a beautiful world where she fit in perfectly to the shadows of the snow and the gleam of the sun on ice. How she very longed for it, in her very bones. Winter was when she felt strongest, the best, most powerful. It was her home.
"talk talk talk"
move move move
think think think
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