| Aurora Basin Medic atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5 |
| Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.2hh :: Six Years | Birdsong HP: 63 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Phrixus :: White Raven :: None
Psilo |
Tangere and her bird are both lost in sleep as the moon creeps up into her position, beaming in full against the white crust encumbering the forest. The pale bird flickers his glassy blue eyes open and they search hungrily for anything to alert about but nothing arises. Despite the lack of any reason to, he decides to make his mate as awake as him. His beak finds its way into the mare's dreaded mane, pulling gently at its knotted strands to awaken her. She makes no sound, only stretches and steps forward, her bird flapping gracefully onto a nearby oak limb. The forest is quiet aside from the jays and an occasional territorial squirrel; a smile pulls at her tightening pink lips and she tilts her mocha eyes to the full moon.
A deep breath and then her wind-chime voice against the cold night air,“Mmm, nice tonight, isn't it Phrixus?” Her eyes find him amongst the snowy branches...he twitches and silently answers with a few blinks and a skew of his delicate skull. Later, he keeps watch while the unicorn picks at the mosses beneath the thinnest chunks of snow and on the bark of old hardwoods. Her fur is long and warm, embedded with the sweet smell of pine needles and soil; clean like polished chrome. Her spiraled horn reflects the silver moonlight and sparkling snow, making it glow when she turns her head in a certain manner.
The remains as quiet as her nights have been lately, since she wandered off. She'd be home sick and so did the bird - things were not well, and it didn't look good for wither of them. It happened just after their visit to the cloud island and, unrelated, of course, but it has been that long... They've since made a full and robust recovery, for whatever reason. Each one feels better than ever but is reluctant to admit it, they've only just wandered out into the open after such a long span of months. They patiently wait for anyone to stumble upon them, night after night, waiting for the adventures to continue.
AND THE DOVE OF HOPE
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...so I'm on a kindle...forgive anything stupid looking, it's all ITS fault. Tang was dying to come out and play so here it is c;
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| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.1 :: 6 || Tallsun HP: 67 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Azeeza :: Orange-breasted Falcon :: None
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The gentle golden glow of his leather bags rather amused Bucephalus as he flew. From below, would he seem a shooting star? With his inky coat against the night sky, broken only by the white of his legs and secondary feathers under his wings, would they see only the glow down below? To the black, it was amusing and entertaining, his vanity preening slightly. Despite only having just recently received the bags, the small chest pouches were already filled with the various trinkets and oddities he previously hid in his mane or joint feathers.He usually picked up things and kept them until his interest waned, then dumped the objects wherever he found them.
As he flew, a gleam drew his gaze down to the earth towards a unicorn mare, and instantly his attention was captured. Well well... this would be intriguing. He had seen antlers and spiraling horns, but never one that gleamed like starlight. Dipping a wing, he glided down towards the mare, although kept an eye out for others as he descended to land on the earth. "A beautiful night, no?" He asked as his hooves touched the ground, setting him an appropriate distance from her, gold-dipped wings folding lightly across his back.
"I don't believe we have met before. My name is Bucephalus, and yours?" Of course he hadn't met her. He was still very new to Helovia. But, she didn't need to know that, now did she? He didn't believe she was of the Throat; he didn't recall seeing her at the herd meeting(and with a horn and coat like that, he'd have remembered).
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| Aurora Basin Medic atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5 |
| Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.2hh :: Six Years | Birdsong HP: 63 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Phrixus :: White Raven :: None
Psilo |
11-15-2014, 02:56 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-15-2014, 03:03 PM by Tangere.)
@[Bucephalus]
The bird is watching as he always doe while his mare quietly pokes around below, looking for nutrition wherever she can manage to discover it. Phrixus keeps his blue eyes to the dark sky, the silver light gleaming against their frozen color. He watches a peculiar glow and glide and come back again, getting closer and clearer and taking on more shape as it swoops. It is a pegasus, he confirms this with himself and decides its worthy of his attention.
And hers too...
When she hears the bird shifting on his branch, flapping and briefly squawking, she knows that something is out there. Or someone... Again Phrixus calls out, by now the winged stranger has slipped into her vision. She expectantly grins that half-innocent sort of grin and steps toward him while he approaches. His approach isn't unlike most with wings, gracefully he floats down and grabs firmly at the snowy moss floor with his hooves. He wastes not a minute with staring but instead comments on the night and introduces himself, her smile deepens before she presses her lips around a gentle wind-chime voice. It is a strong, medium volume sort of voice, assertive and warm. “Why hello, Bucephalus, ” She squeezes the large gap of space between them with a few long steps toward him, a few comfortable feet still remain as she continues, her eyes fixated unto his. “My name is Tangere...” Phrixus joins them, swooping onto the mare's fluffed withers. “And this is Phrixus.” The bird's bright eyes peer at him with vague disinterest, blinking once or twice and turning away to some commotion beyond the chatting pair. “Don't mind him, he's a grump.” Phrixus gives her the same disinterested look, unfurling his wings and taking flight up and away into a tall pine. The moonlight catches the white raven perfectly in his hollow of pine needles and contorted branches, for a stolen second his mare is lost in a memory but shortly she returns her focus back to Bucephalus. Her chocolate eyes find him but they do not stay with his gaze; instead to move across his gold speckled body, over his massive wings and down his black legs. After she's done she meets her stare with his own, mixing them together like hot and cold air; it feels as though they smack together. She shivers, but maintains that same childish grin. “Where are you from, Bucephalus?” She knows the answer but she lets him tell her anyways. Thoughts of the Basin flood back...perhaps they deserve a visit soon. Her thoughts wander, but her attention remains with him as he answers.
AND THE DOVE OF HOPE
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- You may use violence and magic against her at will, but no death.
- Please tag me so I don't forget anyone(:
| Hidden Account atk: 7 | def: 9.5 | dam: 4 |
| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.1 :: 6 || Tallsun HP: 67 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Azeeza :: Orange-breasted Falcon :: None
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Her voice is hypnotic to the black pegasus. His ears pricked directly at her, eagerly soaking in every sound. That was a voice for singing, the type of voice Bucephalus had not yet heard in this land. He remained quiet as he spoke, his gaze flickering towards the white raven. Had she tamed the bird like Gaucho had his serpent? "It is my pleasure to meet you, Tangere. I come from Dragon's Throat, down to the south." He said, gesturing with a toss of his head before returning his gold gaze to her brown. He took a moment to look her over, gaze lingering on her horn before roaming across her coat, then he tilted his head, looking back to her eyes. "And yourself?" He questioned.
She didn't have the scent he generally associated with the Throat, nor like the faint undertone Elsa held. It was curious. "Or are you one of those that owe allegiance to no herd?" It was a possibility. Idly he wondered at her age; there was a child-like feel to her grin, and it amused the black. She certainly did not seem afraid of others; the way she strode towards him proved that, and she was just far enough that her presence wasn't intrusive, but she was closer than he had thought she would come. Most seemed to prefer his entire wingspan of space between themselves and him. Sometimes made him wonder if he smelled.
His gaze flickered once again to the white raven, and he turned slightly to dip his head deeply to the bird. Ravens were honored in Sehrau, white ones more so. It was their belief that ravens disposed of the bodies of the fallen and carried their soul to the stars. White ones were those that gave wise words, although Bucephalus did not think they could speak here in Helovia as they did in Sehrau. So he lifted his head and once again focused his gaze on the mare, awaiting her melodious voice once again.
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| Aurora Basin Medic atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5 |
| Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.2hh :: Six Years | Birdsong HP: 63 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Phrixus :: White Raven :: None
Psilo |
If only she could hear his thoughts. She would be giggling at the similarities of her own thoughts to his. His voice too, is hypnotic to her, deep down it reminds her of a brother like companion she once had in childhood but she doesn't make the connection for now. For the moment she just knows that the warmed honey feeling his voice gives to her hurried mind. Her eyes tip up to him coyly, the glow of his backs laying a hue of orange against his onyx skin. She follows his eyes to Phrixus in his moonlit perch, she recognizes the admiration swimming in his gaze; kindred, the feeling blankets her body and mind. For some reason he makes the atmosphere seem like they're old friends. A feeling she doesn't get very often.
And now it is her turn to speak, she takes the social cue gracefully. “Mm, I've never been to the Throat, though I do much love the southern parts of Helovia.” She lets a rather nervous smile play on her pink lips, the first sign of her cracking at the seams. “My origins are far from here, but my heart is with Aurora Basin and her dancing ribbons of light.” Her voices draws out softly, her eyes watching Phrixus as she speaks in her dreaming tones. “We have been away quite awhile though. We got very ill for some time, but we're all better now,” Her eyes find him again and her voice focuses back onto its normal notes. “I've been, we have been, in this Forest since the beginning of Frostfall. We have yet to return home, but we will very soon.” She smiles a solid, gleeful looking smile, those long lashed doe-eyes wide and looking up into his own.
tangere
AND THE DOVE OF HOPE
BEGINS ITS DOWNWARD SLOPE... |
- You may use violence and magic against her at will, but no death.
- Please tag me so I don't forget anyone(:
| Hidden Account atk: 7 | def: 9.5 | dam: 4 |
| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.1 :: 6 || Tallsun HP: 67 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Azeeza :: Orange-breasted Falcon :: None
Tribs |
He listened attentively as she spoke once again, although her mention of the Basin made the feathers at his shoulders fluff in mild alarm. He didn't fear this mare; even with a horn he believed he could defeat her should they come to blows...or fly like a bat out of hell. So he smoothed down the feathers and continued to listen, head tilted slightly. She did not seem hostile, but rather friendly, and he was intrigued by the conversation and her voice.
"I have seen the skyribbons as i flew over what Helovians call the Frostbreath Steppe. It is truly a beautiful thing. But as your heart lies with the cold of the mountains, mine is with the cold of the desert night, alive with wondrous creatures." He said, flashing a grin at her. "If you would like, i could escort you to your home? Albeit i would have to depart swiftly; i am rather fond of these." He joked, lifting his wings and lightly fanning the air.
"What were you sick with, if i may ask? And forgive me for interrupting your foraging." He said, dipping his head to her apologetically, a sheepish look on his face like a kid caught with his hand-er-hoof in the candy jar. He should have apologized sooner, but was rather distracted by her alluring voice and gleaming horn. Kind of hard not to be distracted.
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| Aurora Basin Medic atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5 |
| Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.2hh :: Six Years | Birdsong HP: 63 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Phrixus :: White Raven :: None
Psilo |
@[Bucephalus]
When his ears bend to her voice you can hear her smile on the soft wind. She's delighted know she's not boring him just yet. Her eyes catch the glimmer of silver against his risen feathers, her gaze slides to match his and she's filled with a moment of alarm. The air changes and becomes sharper, her bird can feel it (not in a magical way, just observant) and he swiftly swoops down the to her withers; his cold beady stare stone-set onto the pegasus.
The taut intensity dissipates with the next breeze and her muscles loosen under the pale raven. He too relaxes, but does not ascend back up into the trees. Instead he settles, ruffling then smoothing his feathers and letting his eyes close. I promise you though, he is listening very carefully.
She lets him talk while she continues to stare. Her expression has melted back into innocent wonderment, as it normally is. She nods quietly as he talks of the lights and the Steppe, she can feel the reminder of the Basin tingling in her bones. Tangere's chocolate eyes close with the reminiscences of the past, but quickly flutters those white eyelashes and comes back to reality. “The north is indeed a wonderful place.” She inserts her concurrence subtly, as to not interrupt him. His next question makes a giggle erupt from her chest, her slender pony-face curling inward with playful embarassment. “Do I seem that fragile, my friend?” She omits a confident chuckle, “Perhaps I can escort you home, if you're traveling by foot of course.” His joke about his wings brings more sugared glee out of her, the evidence being in her eyes and the delicate notes of her voice. “I wouldn't let it happen, my new friend; I'm not nearly as helpless as I appear.” This time her grin is mischievous and her glassy eyes tighten, narrowing with devilishness that fades as quickly as it appears. She moves her position, closing in and moving to the left. Still, they are comfortably separated by a few generous feet. “Your offer flatters me so,” She meets his gaze again, her demeanor much more softened than in recent previous moments. “Quite kind of you, really.” His charm is something she will enjoy if they may become close friends. She thinks this to herself as her ears lean back into his smooth, depthy voice. “Oh,” The bird jolts awake, “We're not sure, but it was something dark and brooding with evil.” Her gaze casts toward the empty shadows of the surrounding skeleton trees. Phrixus takes flight and lands on a nearby branch, looking down onto their backs for a second or two before leading his observations away to other commotions in the night. “I haven't the slightest clue what is was or what caused it, I'm only positive it is gone for good and I'm glad of it.” Her skin twitches with the reoccurring thought, surely she wasn't into divulging into the details.. Abruptly her cheeky voices pulls up from her chest and bleeds into the cold night air. “Don't be silly, I'm sick of foraging on this bland stuff...” A sudden idea sparks her interest, “I was waiting for some company anyways - in fact, would you know of any good forage still out there?” The south may have something, she ponders it, trying to remember where she's gone in the past besides the Basin (which is oddly plentiful of food even with its cold). She doesn't feel like going home just yet. Maybe Bucephalus has something entertaining to partake in. Her curious eyes peer back to his bags draped around him, she wonders idly what he might have in there. She would be overjoyed to know he's also a weird trinket hoarder like herself; who happens to have random stashes like a trinket collecting squirrel.
AND THE DOVE OF HOPE
BEGINS ITS DOWNWARD SLOPE... |
- You may use violence and magic against her at will, but no death.
- Please tag me so I don't forget anyone(:
| Hidden Account atk: 7 | def: 9.5 | dam: 4 |
| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.1 :: 6 || Tallsun HP: 67 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Azeeza :: Orange-breasted Falcon :: None
Tribs |
Amusement gleamed in his gold gaze, and he dipped his head to her. Did she look delicate? Yes. Did he think she could handle herself? Absolutely. Appearances in Helovia, in any land, were deceiving, or so he had learned. But the thought of her defending him sent the black over the edge, and he hid his laugh with a cough. He didn't want to offend her and send his only interesting conversation in the area away.
"I believe you are more than capable of defending yourself, despite your delicate grace." He hummed, a playful glint in his gaze as he straightened and looked at her. "Villainous me was merely trying to steal more of your time and conversation. It has been long since i heard a voice as sweet as yours." Oh, he knew he was laying it on thick. But it was entertaining, this sort of...well banter. Besides; if he tried charm on most mares he knew, he'd receive a hoof to the boys or they would run. This one did not, and seemed to enjoy his charm.
But when he heard of what sickness took her, his thoughts flickered to the Island, and the event there. A shudder ran down his inky coat, and ears flicked back slightly. But then once again the mood changes, and he smiles. "Well dear Tangere, depends on your tastes. The Thistle Meadow has dried hay under the snow; problem is getting to it. The Throat has cacti flowers, which i recommend trying at least once, you just need to be careful of the thorns." He gave a light shrug, trying to think. Truly the only place he really felt comfortable enough to relax and graze in were the meadow and desert. Everywhere else there had been other things to occupy him, or he simply did not feel safe enough to lower his guard.
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| Aurora Basin Medic atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5 |
| Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.2hh :: Six Years | Birdsong HP: 63 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Phrixus :: White Raven :: None
Psilo |
She watches him tense up again hut before reaction is necessary he speaks up and the tightness dissipates from the atmosphere. She grins, blushing with her eyes when he mentions her voice and his interest in stealing more time together. Oh dear boy, flattery is one way to make friends, that's for sure.
When he answers her question she looks to the cloud island like he had before. Instead of disdain though, her eyes were bright with wonderment. She accidentally disregards his answer, not ignoring it but pushing it back a little. “The island!” Her voice peaks, the exclamation, the excitement, is obvious. Her bright eyes reflect the glowing in his bags as she looks back to him. “Frostfall cannot reach up there...right?” She hadn't been yet since the cold started, but rumor has it that the grasses stay green and the falls do not freeze up there. Who knows, it could be a lie. “Maybe we could visit there, if it hasn't froze there might even be fruit!” She realizes now that she sounds a bit childish and it embarrasses her. She retreats a small step, nervously looking up to her bird who responds with a returning look and then swoops down onto her withers. “I can understand if you don't want to go, it might be dangerous, or pointless.” She fidgets uneasily, unsure if what to do now that she has burst out with the adventure idea...the idea that he might ridicule her optimism unsettles her blood, makes her feel clammy and anxious.
tangere
AND THE DOVE OF HOPE
BEGINS ITS DOWNWARD SLOPE... |
Sorry this one sucks, I'm having trouble writing anything of quality today [x
@[Bucephalus]
- You may use violence and magic against her at will, but no death.
- Please tag me so I don't forget anyone(:
| Hidden Account atk: 7 | def: 9.5 | dam: 4 |
| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.1 :: 6 || Tallsun HP: 67 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Azeeza :: Orange-breasted Falcon :: None
Tribs |
He can't help but fidget at her wonder of the island. He himself would rather avoid that cursed place at all costs. The gods may have created the island with the best of intentions, but something was wrong about that place. As she spoke, he idly pawed at the snowy turf with a hoof, his ears cocked back slightly. He did not speak until she looked back at him, and even then was silent for a few seconds longer.
"I...would rather avoid that place. There is something evil about that island...well maybe not about it, but on it." He could remember vividly the cold that invaded his body and nearly choked his life away. His gaze focused on the elegant mare, and he allowed a sheepish smile to flicker across his face. "But if you insist, i will go with you. Would not due for a gentleman to leave a lady alone in a possibly dangerous place." He said, dipping his head to her, the smile vanishing, replaced by uncertainty.
"I do ask... let us try other places for graze. If we cannot find any, we can go to the island." He said, trying to find a compromise. As bad as he wanted to linger with this melodic mare, he'd do what he could to avoid the Caela. Eventually he'd have to return there; he strongly disliked being afraid of any place. But... just maybe that day would not be today.
(OOC: Im so so sorry Psi ;-; I completely forgot this thread)
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| Aurora Basin Medic atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5 |
| Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.2hh :: Six Years | Birdsong HP: 63 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Phrixus :: White Raven :: None
Psilo |
No worries!
@[Bucephalus]
She watches him tighten and fidget, her moonlit eyes following the tremble of his breath. The strike of his hooves into the frozen ground makes her jump inside her skin, jolting at sound of pad to earth. “Why?... What is it Bucephalus?” She inches her face closer, ears upright, eager. “Oh no no, if you do not want to go then we shouldn’t.” Her head tosses from side to side, her body leaning back in mock retreat, as if repulsed.
Shadily – sneakily and quietly she takes the scribbled thought in the back of her curious mind. It is an interesting thing, the evil that may be around…for now she’ll stay idle but the future surely calls for an investigative trip to the clouds.
“Take me south then. I’ll follow your lead.” She meets his gaze with her own, a wide genuine smile lighting her mottled pink lips. The breeze picks at the wavy strands of silver draped between her bright mocha eyes, snagging on the long black banded bone twisting from her forehead, frost covering the curved edges. “While we walk I’d love to hear about your experiences on the Island…” She thinks over her next words hurriedly, trying not to offend. “If you want to that is, I do not mean to pry, I’m just a curious sort.” Still smiling behind her sweet, gentle voice.
tangere
AND THE DOVE OF HOPE
BEGINS ITS DOWNWARD SLOPE... |
- You may use violence and magic against her at will, but no death.
- Please tag me so I don't forget anyone(:
| Hidden Account atk: 7 | def: 9.5 | dam: 4 |
| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.1 :: 6 || Tallsun HP: 67 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Azeeza :: Orange-breasted Falcon :: None
Tribs |
He didn't hide the relief that crossed his face when she asked for him to take her south, and with a smile he bowed down on one knee. "Well my fair lady, i cannot deny such a request from one as ethereal as yourself." He rose with a grin, his humor returned, genuine smile to genuine smile. He turned towards the direction they needed to go, head craning around to look at her. She spoke again, and his ears swiveled to pick up every scrap of her voice he could, the sing-songy tone of her voice downright soothing to the black. It was a voice that reminded him so of Sehrau; he half expected her to start singing. But she did not, and it took him a few seconds to realize she had asked a question.
She wished to hear of his experiences on the island? "If you've not guessed already, my sole trip to the island was not a pleasant one. I was not there long 'ere i left." He admitted, a troubled look crossing his features. Then he shook his head, grin returning. "We can speak of the island, if you wish." However, he waited for her to approach his side before he began to walk and recount the strange event that occurred when he visited the Insula, and what specifically drove him to flee that place.
(OOC: Short post is incredibly short, but i figured we could end it here and continue it to another thread? Possibly Thistle Meadow or Heavenly Fields)
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