A dark, ominous sky stretched above the usually inviting meadow. Night was falling over the land, the moons glow barely peeking out of angry clouds. An ashen form moved through the grassy expanse, alone. Distant growls of thunder would normally have frightened the mare, but her strength had been drained from her recent entrance into Helovia. Without a human to guide her, nor the company of another equine, she trudged forwards with a strange determination. Her thoughts flashed to her experience in the Threshold. What was I thinking? Chasing after someone I don't even know.. A regretful sigh escaped her velvet nares. The painted stallion she sought was nowhere to be found.
A river's outline glinted to the left of the silver belle. With slightly renewed vigor, she headed for the water. Though she was bred for endurance, lasting over a day without any water was not a pleasant thing. Pale flints stepped gently into the river's edge, the water calming their weary ache. As the dappled dame's muzzle lowered to meet the liquid, crisp raindrops began to reach the ground. The rain danced over the girl and the stream, and the soft lull of precipitation began to echo through the plain. Sky blue eyes began to close, and Bellatrix fell into a light slumber. She dreamed of her home, and her human companions there. Images of the golden pegasus, Arria, blurred through her mind. But most of all, she dreamed of the strange stallion she'd met in the Threshold, his emerald pools lingering in her mind. She dreamed of shadows coming to life and chasing the ebony splashed boy. And once again, he was running off into darkness.
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Don't be lonely, I'm always here
The two twins frolicked and played amongst the thistles, a brown dragon keeping an eye on them whilst their parents were away. The game was simple really, two knights on a heroic adventure and only one would become the real hero of the story. Not a hoof was laid in anger, but there was some playful nibbles and boyish squeals. Abel and Nym their parents had named them, both as mischievous as one another. Kiba, their fathers brown bonded, lounged idly in a nearby tree. Cleaning his scales whilst watching the pair, his tail was curled round a branch. It was really time they went to find shelter and the brown was about to lift into flight when the appearance of another entered his senses. The dappled femme seemed a little lost but not a threat as much, still Kiba cautiously lifted himself upright and prepared himself for flight should he need to.
Nym was the first to notice her. The colt raised his head and nudged his brother to look in the same direction. Both watched with extreme curiosity as the mare to a drink from the stream. Abel turned his head slightly to Nym and motioned for them to go forwards, skinny legs bolstering into youthful prances. "Who are you?" "What's that under your eye?" Both curious questions asked by two sets of innocent vocals. Side by side they stood, watching the new mare. Nym flicked the stump of his tail in annoyance, the stillness of the night had brought the flies out.
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G A S P A R D
The sparkle in your eyes keeps me alive...
After the whole episode in the Threshold, the mad brute had found refuge inside the thistles and herbage that made up the Meadow. It was a peaceful, yet eerie experience as he felt a presence of memories surrounding him, dotted all around the terra firma. Whistles through the tall pale grass spoke of terrible times, even the ghosts of long dead creatures that still called this their home. Not that many believed in the paranormal of things such as ghosts, but Gaspard did not put it past the world. A believer in the power of muscle and daggers, he was a warrior, and religion or cults did not suit his lifestyle. Besides, he had far too much going on in his head to deal with, without adding on more things to dwell on. The voices had shown him a clear way out of a conversation with Bellatrix and Ariia, he was almost ashamed of himself for abruptly tucking silks and wandering out, but he knew what could have happened. The danger was all but too clear, and the scars along his body and embedded into his mammoth crown was a good reminder. It almost signified what he was - a madman brought up like a warrior.
His bleached and ebony feathers wrapping his huge burly pillars were slightly damp from the dew that felt cold now the seasons had moved swiftly into Orangemoon, as he picked his way unconsciously through the grass. Passing one of the crimson oak trees, he began to hear the voices picking up. Again.
We own you...
Worthless lives, take them.
Shaking his head free of them for the time being, his orbs scanned the scenery. And they stopped, shocked. In the very near distance was the sweet vixen, Bellatrix. Her lightly leaden pelt was unmistakable for his sharp mossy pools. Close to her were two splashed racals, minuscule and potentially harmless. They were almost sweet. It seemed that the two little colts were exchanging words with the dame, and curiosity got the better of the large bulk. Gaspard picked up the pace as he rounded closer and closer to the trio, before settling only a very short distance away from them. He watched carefully, making sure that there was nothing to suggest a fight. The paranoia was setting in and he felt a slight twinge of the jumps when he noticed the muddy dragon beast nestled in a tree nearby. He knew well enough to keep out of the way of that - fire was not a fair weapon against a magicless equine. We are useless, he thought bitterly to himself. Not even having an aid such as wings to fly away from the danger, or preferably straight into it. Shaking this away and the constant flame of the voices, he snorted to let his presence be known. It was strange how the voices actually seemed to have died down when he spotted the young fellows. Perhaps they had a soft spot for innoncence?
He thought hard about what was the most comprehensible thing to say to the newcomers and the clouded femme. He did not want to alarm them, knowing that his insane behaviour whilst having a conversation with Bellatrix was not a good starting point. His voice was deep and gruff, but it bore respect and perhaps even a slight tinge of confusion as he addressed the creatures,
"Hello, Bellatrix. Again," he spoke clearly towards her, his mossy pools giving her a once over before letting them rest on the colts, "And you, boys. I am Gaspard." He dipped his crown and the aching began to swell in his scar, but he tried to push it away. The monochrome beast was not going to be defeated by a fairly old wound.
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Dim voices awakened the dozing girl in a start. Two foals stood before her, both curious colts. The pair matched in their slightly heavy build, though their coats were painted different hues. Bellatrix could only assume that the pair were brothers. They weren't old enough to pose much of a threat to anyone, but it was clear that they would grow to be strong stallions. What were two little lads doing out here all alone? With a soft shake, the grey mottled dame roused herself enough to answer the young ones. "I am Bellatrix, and this," She glanced down at the twisted mark from the corner of her eye, "This is a sign of honor, given to me by the humans I was raised by." Another twinge of home-sickness racked her chest at the mention of her lost family. It would be some time before she could ever truly move on from the companions she had lost. But the lithe mare was smart enough to know that dwelling on her sadness wouldn't solve anything. Sapphire orbs fell back to the present and the two patched colts who had found her. Perhaps they were a bit lost, too. "May I ask your names, young gentlemen?" Her dished muzzle dawned a smile for them easily, as they were a pleasant sight. Wondering where on earth the colts' guardian was, the doe's gaze took a brief scan of the area. It revealed little, except for one familiar onyx splashed form in the distance.
"Gaspard!" She called, slight relief lacing her chords. Sleek spindles took a few quick steps towards him as he spoke, but just as quickly stopped. She remembered the feathered buck's earlier fearfulness, and backed away as not to scare him away again. "Are you alright? I tried to catch up with you.." Unsure of how to explain her reasoning for going after him, she hoped the concern in her features would be enough of an explanation.
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Don't be lonely, I'm always here
Her feminine voice reached the fluffy lobes of the boys who didn't notice her reluctance when explaining the reason for her marking. Too young to really understand such deep memories but the word that caught Nym's imagination was 'humans'. There were many creatures that featured in their fathers and mothers stories but humans where never brought up. What were they? Nym's young mind reeled at the possibilities, were they like horses? Or like Kiba? Scaly and fire breathing. Or were they something entirely different. So many questions entered his young mind but his attention was taking away by the slight bump of his twin, motioning that there was someone new approaching.
The colts still stood side by side as a new stallion wandered into there little gathering. This one was younger than the femme, who was around the same age as their father, but he was much stockier with an amazing amount of feathering. This was reflected in the colts eyes, whilst they both were of stocky build, they weren't quite as hairy as this chap. Abel bumped Nym again and motioned to the oncoming stranger, eyes afire with curiosity as he drank in the rather large scar on the brute. The pair seemed to know each other and Abel began to make sneaky assumptions, true or not.
I am Gaspard.
Remembering the manners their father was always trying to drill into them, Abel and Nym dipped their heads and warmly smiled in greeting. "Abel" "Nym" their boyish tones complimenting each others one after the other. By this time Kiba had taken flight into the air, making sure the two newcomers knew they were being watched. Nym rolled his eyes at the brown dragon, he liked Kiba but he didn't like being watched. "Are you two like mother and father?" This time, Abel's own voice sounded into the air making his twin jump and then turn in realization. Two sets of eyes watching excitedly.
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G A S P A R D
The sparkle in your eyes keeps me alive...
The eagerness from the clouded vixen shocked Gaspard, but not in an unkind way. He wasn't used to such warmth, particularly from someone that he hadn't known for very long. The sweetness put the voices at rest - they had lost, for now. It gave him a bit of time to come to terms with the new found freedom of being alone in his own mass, the large brute was content with this and helped him to focus on the young colts and Bellatrix. He smiled lightly at the duchess, before pronouncing,
"Sweet of you. I have good feelings now." He then began to wrack his brains for the right words, but the best he could do was, "I am sorry for it, I was not good..." Brushing all the emotions that were overwhelming him he then turned to the colts. Their different coloured pelts meant he could tell them apart with ease, but apart from that the similarities between them were astounding. He guessed that they must of course be brothers, only blood relatives or closer than close friends would talk off each other with such ease. He caught their names, Abel and Nym. It suited them, they were bubbly characters, but so young. Time would harden them up he thought rather pitifully, seeing the reflection of himself in their juvenile pools - if they become like him they would have a hard time.
Shaking these feelings off he was most taken aback by the next comment. Are you two like mother and father? Amusement overcame the bewilderment of such a question, seeing the innocence there. He gazed at Bellatrix with a slight softness before turning his mammoth monochrome crown back to the little sirs. "No, we are not." He let out a small chuckle before gazing back to the dappled ivory vixen with soft eyes. What was he thinking?
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The ivory cirqued mare's heartbeat thrummed as the stallion spoke. Whatever had been frightening him earlier seemed to be gone now. The multicolored stag didn't go into detail about why he had run away, however, and his strangely composed phrases left much to wonder. She forced her curiosity about it away for the time being. "There's no need to apologize. I'm just glad you are okay." Why was she so concerned for him? She had been trying to rationalize the fact that she had desperately run after an almost complete stranger, but it was no use. She obviously had some spontaneous fondness for Gaspard, a brute that could easily break her legs with a few well placed kicks. A foreign, electric feeling rushed through the doe. With a slightly trembling bodice, she tried to compose herself. Unfortunately, the colt's next innocent words didn't help.
A soft laugh slipped her velvet maw. She laughed at the sweetness of the young one's assumption, though the idea was not at all far fetched. Azure eyes caught Gaspard's emerald gaze, and her laughter was replaced by a demure, flushed smile. She was so distracted, in fact, that it took her a moment to notice the scaled, airborne beast above them. With a start, the clouded belle shyed away from the creature and sidled closer to Gaspard's feathered form. "What.. What is that thing?" Nervous tones questioned. The colts seemed to have noticed the ochre being, but appeared unafraid. The bizarre animal's closeness was alarming, and Bellatrix continued to move closer to the safety of the towering stallion's side. She was keenly aware of her proximity to him, despite her frightened state. Hopefully he would not be bothered by her presence.
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Don't be lonely, I'm always here
Abel eyed the two with his own suspicions but his young mind soon wondered onto other frivolous things to be concerned about it for too long. Nym, however, was watching the pair intently and was going to press the matter further until Bellatrix's manner changed. Looking upwards in unison, the twins saw that was the cause of the femme's sudden change in mood. Kiba. Looking at each other briefly they turned back to the pair with wide smiles. "That's Kiba!" "Our fathers dragon." As Abel completed the sentence, Nym frowned a little at the creature and flicked his little head to one side, "he's always following us." The childish annoyance clear in his tones.
Kiba, seemingly content, flew back to his tree perch to watch from there instead, tail wrapped around the branch once more. It would be time soon for them to return to their parents and take some rest. But for now, Kiba allowed the twins the experience of meeting others. Having social skills will be a key skill for a successful future for them. Although, maybe nothing too complex yet. Abel was already narrowing his eyes in mischief at Bellatrix and Gaspard. "He's not as innocent as he looks. You should see his fire!" Both the twins laughed then, their faces so carefree and full of the joys of youth.
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